The areas within ten miles of the capital were already more prosperous than any other towns they had encountered along the way.

This place called Beiguan is full of shops and is crowded with people.

Miss Jun led Liu'er and the horse through the crowd. Liu'er couldn't see anything with her eyes, and tried her best to maintain the dignity of a maid of an official family so as not to be laughed at as a bumpkin.

"It is said that this is the most delicious meat jerky in the capital." Miss Jun shook Liu'er's hand and looked in one direction and said.

Liu Er stared over and saw a stall in the corner of the street, holding a Chinese flag with the word "Dong" written on it.

"Is this the one..." Liu'er said, lowering her voice, "Is this the one marked on the map?"

The young lady said that this map was banned in the capital city, so she didn't say it directly.

What a sensible child! Miss Jun nodded approvingly at her.

Liu'er chuckled and straightened her back.

"But, miss, you remember it very clearly." She lowered her voice again.

Apart from taking a quick look at it just now, the lady did not take out the picture again.

The picture is densely packed with words and drawings.

It's normal for a lady to remember the inn's ticket number or something like that, but how come she even remembers such a humble snack?

Miss, are you hungry?

Miss Jun pursed her lips and smiled.

"I just have a good memory," she said.

Of course, I also like to eat.

Although the master has no fixed place to live and no fixed time to eat, he still likes to cook food. He can cook a handful of grass or a pheasant into something beautiful and tempting.

She followed the master for six years and was taught by him to eat everything. She dared to eat everything and she loved it.

She had also heard Lu Yunqi introduce which restaurant in the capital was good and which snacks were delicious, but Dong's meat jerky was not among them.

It seems this is Zhu Zan's taste.

I just don't know if his taste is popular.

Miss Jun looked at the people gathered in front of the Dong family's jerky stall. It was obvious that most of them were outsiders with dusty faces and expressions of curiosity.

I believe everyone has this map of the journey to Beijing in their hands.

"Don't worry. Don't worry. That's all."

The busy, sweaty boss comforted the people waiting and quickly roasted pieces of meat jerky and put them into paper bags.

"Is it really delicious?" the people waiting kept asking.

"Of course it's delicious. I've been selling it here for 20 years." The boss replied. "If you don't believe me, go to Beijing and ask around. Everyone knows it."

A young man took the jerky handed to him.

"I don't know what the capital says, and I don't have the time to ask. The map says yours is good. I'll give it a try." He said, "You didn't exaggerate because you gave me money, did you?"

The boss looked bewildered.

"Picture? What picture?" he asked.

The young man was about to say something when the person next to him coughed and glared at him to give him a reminder.

After all, the map of the capital was banned in the capital. Although the government turned a blind eye, you couldn't show it openly.

The young man smiled awkwardly, took a bite of the jerky, chewed it twice, and then frowned.

"Mmmm, delicious." He praised vaguely.

Before he could finish his description, the impatient crowd had already squeezed him out.

"Boss, mine."

"Boss, I want two."

After waiting for a while, Liu'er took out the meat jerky she bought and happily handed it to Miss Jun who was waiting on the side.

Miss Jun took it and took a bite, then nodded in satisfaction.

"It's so delicious, so delicious." Liu'er said repeatedly.

It is really delicious, but it is probably not true that the boss did not know that his meat jerky was marked on the map of Chaojing.

Miss Jun looked at the boss, who was grinning from ear to ear as he saw off wave after wave of customers.

I don’t know how much Zhu Zan will get from it.

The accumulated amount over time is definitely not a small amount of money.

And this isn’t the only place on this map where you can eat, drink and have fun.

Miss Jun bit the crispy and fragrant meat jerky. She felt a little funny and curious.

How did Zhu Zan come up with this way to make money?

He is not from Beijing. How could a person living in the north come to Beijing to make money?

And is Duke Cheng very poor?

Because of the horror and painful memories of the war that forced the capital to move, both the royal grandfather, father, and the current emperor have been very kind to Duke Chengguo, who is stationed in the north to ensure the stability of the country. They have always given him money and gifts and have never been harsh on him.

How could Duke Cheng raise such a greedy and money-loving son?

"Miss, what else do you have to eat?"

Liu'er had already finished eating, and asked with a hint of unfulfilled desire, interrupting Miss Jun's distraction.

Looking at her sunburned face, Miss Jun smiled and pulled the horse.

"There are so many." She said, "Let's go to the inn first, wash up and rest, and then eat them one by one."

Leading the happy Liu'er and Ma, they continued walking along the street.

Miss Jun looked up in the direction of the capital. Only half a year had passed since her death last year and she returned now. She was only half an hour away from her relatives, sister and brother, and also very close to her enemies.

She felt that she should think about something, but at this moment she had no idea.

No idea.

What is shortened is only the distance; what is difficult to cross is the mountain of status and position.

Still out of reach.

…

The night was dark. There was no curfew in the capital city, so the night market was still bustling, but the tall walls of the academy and the ancient trees blocked out the noise.

The silence is not stagnant. Countless lights are twinkling in the darkness, indicating that students are studying hard.

There were two lamps lit on Ning Yunzhao's desk, using the finest lamp oil, which had a fresh fragrance but no smoky smell and would not hurt the eyes.

But Ning Yunzhao was not studying hard at his desk. The books were spread out on the desk, but he was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

The sleeping person suddenly burst into laughter again.

When I opened my eyes, I didn't see any sleepiness, but they were shining like stars.

"I never thought that this is the case," he said, looking at the scattered letters under the book.

It was delivered at noon. He didn't need to read it again because he had memorized the content of the letter by heart. It was naturally about Miss Jun's clever plan.

It turned out to be a fake marriage.

"Even if you don't marry Master Fang, I think the Fang family will take good care of you."

He thought about what he had said about her.

She was a little embarrassed at that time, and he thought her embarrassment was because of the accusation in his words.

Accusing her of being the kind of person who doesn't trust her maternal family and therefore wants to exchange benefits.

Of course he didn't mean that, and she certainly wasn't that kind of person.

"Mr. Ning, you are worrying too much." She said with a smile, "It is no longer necessary to talk about this matter now."

It turned out that what she actually wanted to say at that time was that he was worrying too much.

This was an exquisite chess game she had arranged. She was in the process of arranging the troops at that time and could not tell anyone else about it, so she could only say to herself implicitly that she was worried too much.

But he didn't think much about it at the time.

He only noticed that she said there was no need to talk about it anymore, and thought she meant that it was a done deal and there was no point in talking about it.

It turns out that's not what she meant.

What a clever chess game.

Ning Yunzhao stood up and walked back and forth a few steps. He felt surprised and happy in his heart, and felt that the sultry summer night had become pleasant.

That's what she does.

The woman who was playing blind chess under the tree, and was in high spirits, giving lanterns to each other for fun.

That was what she was, just as he thought she was.

The marriage was fake.

She was crazy, vulgar, and broke off her engagement.

Just for the sake of justice, to lure the enemy.

The marriage was fake.

Ning Yunzhao paced back and forth in the room.

Although everyone is a student on the road to education, they are born different. Ning Yunzhao is rich and a descendant of the Beiliu Ning family. The house he lives in is the best here and is not as cramped as that of other students.

This room has an inner room that can also be separated into a study room. He walked back and forth for more than ten steps.

But he still felt it was not enough and wanted to go further.

If I could walk up to her and hear her describe the chess game in person, it would probably be clearer than the storyteller's exaggerated description.

It only takes one night to ride a horse from Beiliu to Yangcheng and back.

How about from Jingcheng to Yangcheng?

and.

Ning Yunzhao stopped and looked at the letter on the desk.

The letter said that she was not in Yangcheng now.

So where is she now?

…

In the darkness of the night, Miss Jun, lying on the bed in the guest inn, opened her eyes, looked at the hazy green tent, and listened to the noise outside, which was coming from far and near, and high and low.

For a moment I seemed to have lost track of where I was.