At noon, the sun was high, making people feel dizzy and dizzy.
Chu Kuo looked at Zhang Qingjiu, who was "very interested" in front of him, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.
The attendant on the side wanted to hold an umbrella and fan him, but he gave him a sharp look.
The entourage was startled and was about to retreat, but was stopped by Chu Kuo.
Chu Kuo grabbed the parasol and walked towards Zhang Qingjiu with a smile, "What do you think of this place, sister Qingjiu?"
"Very good." Zhang Qingjiu turned around and curled his lips, "The Eighth Prince has good taste."
This place is indeed nice, and she can think carefully about whether she should set up a formation.
Hearing what Zhang Qingjiu said, Chu Kuo smiled modestly, sighed and said, "I've done everything wrong, and now I just want to be able to accomplish one or two things, live up to my father's expectations, and let him have less time."
Just worry and be satisfied."
"Your Highness the Eighth Prince is so enlightened." Zhang Qingjiu sneered and gave him a thumbs up.
Knowing that Zhang Qingjiu's words seemed to be complimentary but actually sarcastic, Chu Kuo showed no anger at all. Instead, he thoughtfully held the umbrella over her head and said, "It's getting late, let's go back.
"
Zhang Qingjiu nodded.
The two boarded the carriage again and returned to the city. Halfway there, Chu Kuo also asked the coachman to take a detour to Xinghua Tower to buy a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
Looking at Zhang Qingjiu's half-smiling gaze, Chu Kuo smiled and hugged the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. After a while, he seemed to feel that this was inappropriate. He lowered his eyes and said, "Chacha said she wanted to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Let me
Bring her a box back."
"I didn't say I wanted to eat it." Zhang Qingjiu sneered, yawned, and slowly closed his eyes.
Chu Kuo's fingers holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake trembled suddenly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth froze instantly. He said this, but she really didn't care at all?
Or was she trying to play hard-to-get with him? Otherwise, why would she want to go out with him?
Thinking of this, Chu Kuo couldn't help but snorted coldly in his heart, what a frivolous woman!
When the carriage stopped again and the attendant's call came from outside, Zhang Qingjiu opened his eyes, opened the curtain and took a look outside, "Your Highness, are you going the wrong way?"
"You're right." Chu Kuo lowered his eyes, suddenly stood up, and bowed slowly to Zhang Qingjiu, "It's noon, and there's still some distance to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Why don't you go to my mansion for lunch?
?”
Chu Kuo's tone was pious and nervous, as if he was afraid of rejection by the person in front of him.
Want to eat? Looking at the big characters "Eighth Prince's Mansion" on the plaque not far away, Zhang Qingjiu couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
It is true that it is still some distance away from the Prime Minister's Mansion, and it is indeed almost noon, so it is indeed reasonable to go for a meal.
but……
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Zhang Qingjiu turned his head and said, "You really want me to go in and have this meal?"
When she asked him this question, Chu Kuo's heart trembled. He felt like he was being seen through. He bowed again and said, "Please give me a favor from Sister Qingjiu."
After he said these words, the carriage immediately fell into silence.
Just when Chu Kuo thought that the person in front of him still wouldn't agree and was about to bring out his trump card, Zhang Qingjiu suddenly nodded, "You're here, just eat."
After saying that, without waiting for Chu Kuo's reaction, he stood up, jumped out of the carriage, and walked towards the Eighth Prince's Mansion.
Before Chu Kuo got out of the car, Zhang Qingjiu was so arrogant that the people from the Eighth Prince's Mansion immediately stepped forward and stopped her, their eyes wary.
Zhang Qingjiu paused and turned his head with a half-smile.
I saw Chu Kuo hurriedly getting out of the carriage, looking nervous, "I've blinded you, and you can't stop this distinguished guest from this palace?!"
Hearing what Chu Kuo said, the servants were immediately startled and knelt down trembling one by one.
Chu Kuo's expression softened and he turned to look at Zhang Qingjiu, "Sister Qingjiu, this servant is blind, so I won't say anything about how you want to punish him."
"Punishment?" Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows and smiled, "The servants just obeyed the master's words, and I'm not angry, so why should I punish them?"
Don't think she doesn't know that there was a widely circulated saying in the Eighth Prince's Mansion: "Zhang Qingjiu and dogs are not allowed inside."
You're so pretentious today, it's true that a dog can't stop eating shit.
Chu Kuo didn't expect that the now arrogant and domineering Zhang Qingjiu would actually say such a thing. His original plan was instantly ruined, and his face turned into the color of pig liver, "Sister Qingjiu is right.
, it’s my fault in teaching.”
After saying that, he turned around and scolded: "Why don't you thank Mr. Xiao Zhang for your tolerance?"
Although these servants don't know what they did wrong until now, they still shouted loudly after hearing this sentence.
Zhang Qingjiu raised his eyebrows, "Go in now?"
"Please." Chu Kuo smiled slightly.
It's early summer, the heat is gradually rising, and the cicadas are beginning to chirp.
In the Prince's Mansion, Mu Qing once again resisted pressure and entered Chu Lan's study.
In the study, Chu Lan was writing something. After hearing Mu Qing's greetings, he just nodded slightly.
Mu Qing narrowed his eyes and said, "Your Highness, His Highness the Eighth Prince went to the Prime Minister's Mansion today to invite Mr. Xiao Zhang to go outside the city to see the location of the new Prayer Palace."
"Yeah." Chu Lan didn't even raise her head.
Seeing Chu Lan's reaction, Mu Qing couldn't help but frowned. It had been three days since he reported the news that His Highness Eighth Prince went to the Prime Minister's Mansion every day. How long does His Highness plan to continue in this state?
After thinking about it, Mu Qing still felt that he should finish reporting the matter, "I heard from the spies that His Highness the Eighth Prince seems to have settled the old feud with Mr. Xiao Zhang. His Highness the Eighth Prince has invited Mr. Xiao Zhang to have lunch in the mansion. Mr. Xiao Zhang
I am also happy to go."
The stroke of the pen in his hand suddenly stopped, the tip of the pen was bent, and half of the plum blossoms were broken off.
Mu Qing's eyelids twitched slightly, and he immediately lowered his head, pretending not to see it.
The lowered eyes finally slowly lifted up. They were so deep that no one could see any emotion at all, and they seemed to have already been turbulent.
But soon, his eyes returned to calmness, like a clear spring in a river, without any ups and downs.
Mu Qing frowned and took a deep breath, "Your Highness, may I dare to say one more thing? Your Majesty's behavior recently has been really weird, and I'm worried that he has other agendas."
Seeing that Chu Lan was silent, Mu Qing continued to speak, "The Queen Mother also sent people to the Eighth Prince's residence today..."
"Queen Mother?" Chu Lan narrowed her eyes.
"Yes." Mu Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally no longer as "indifferent" as before.
But soon, Chu Lan said: "She knows everything about everything she does." Chu Lan's eyes turned cold.
Mu Qing's heart trembled, why did this sound so much like he was trying to bury Sir Xiao Zhang for not listening to his advice?
The corner of his mouth moved, and Mu Qing decided to throw down the last trump card. If His Highness the Crown Prince remained indifferent, then there would be nothing he could do. Perhaps he had guessed wrong, and His Highness actually did not care as much as he thought.
"But Mr. Xiao Zhang seems to be in poor health these days. When he went out today, he was said to be drowsy."
Chu Lan suddenly raised his head, took a deep look at Mu Qing, and strode outside.