After being here for a few days, Miss Jun knows that these people work hard, and the children are no exception.

She would meet them every morning when she went up the mountain and every evening when she came down the mountain.

But she had never noticed how they worked. So this is how it is.

Miss Jun stood up and looked at these people seriously and attentively.

The sounds of the bangzi became more and more frequent, and the movements of the scattered people became faster and faster. Depending on the shortness and speed of the bangzi sounds, men, women, old and young, who were accompanied by their companions, even fought with each other.

This scene lasted for a long time until the clapper sounds stopped. Everyone stopped moving their hands and feet, and continued to work holding the farm tools in their hands. Everything was calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Have you always been doing this?" Miss Jun suddenly said.

Yang Jing, who was standing behind her, was stunned for a moment, then fell silent again.

The eldest brother is smart and picky, so the disciples he accepts are naturally extremely smart, so it is natural that they can find the one behind him.

"We are soldiers, so of course we have to practice every day and not slack off," he said.

Now that she heard him say they were soldiers, Miss Jun would no longer think he was joking.

"Where are you soldiers from?" She turned around and asked, "Master, are you here too? Then why are you here? Why is Master..."

Yang Jing lowered his eyes and interrupted her.

"Miss Jun, I don't know your master, and I don't know anything about your master," he said.

Miss Jun looked at him and sighed.

"Uncle Yang, please stop being like this." She said, "Can't we just talk it out?"

Yang Jing suddenly laughed, but this laugh sounded a little like crying.

"Yes." He said, "If you have anything to say, why don't we talk about it openly and talk it out nicely? Isn't that good?"

Is this a response or a rhetorical question? Is it a response to her question or a question to someone?

Miss Jun looked at him and could feel the anger and grief in his heart.

What did Master do back then?

Yang Jing looked like he didn't want to talk any more, so he turned around and went up the mountain. Miss Jun subconsciously called him.

"Miss Jun, do you have any other instructions?" Yang Jing turned around and said.

Instruct...Miss Jun looked at him, then looked down the mountain.

"I'd like to ask you for a favor." she said suddenly.

Yang Jing looked at her with a wary look.

"My guards..." Miss Jun smiled and pointed to where she lived, then looked at Yang Jing, "I would like you to train them."

Training? Yang Jing was stunned. What does that mean?

"To be honest, Uncle Yang, the real reason why I came here is that I was being chased." Miss Jun said.

Chase?

Yang Jing was stunned for a moment and then suddenly realized.

"The King's Guard?" he said.

So that's how it is. No wonder they suddenly arrested us even though we were together.

They are here to arrest her, but they really look like her guards. This is understandable. If they want to hunt her down, they will naturally not let others capture her.

"It was easy for you to catch them, but my guards' kung fu is much worse." Miss Jun continued, "I will have to face more Jinyiwei on my return trip, so I want the guards to practice with you."

Yang Jing hesitated for a moment.

"We don't really know how to do anything, and our kung fu isn't that good," he said.

"Yes, you, the old and the young, are definitely not as strong or skilled as my guards." Miss Jun said, "But a single tree cannot make a forest. If you work together, even these Jinyiwei will not be your match."

That’s right, Yang Jing reached out and stroked his short beard.

"Of course my soldiers are good." He said subconsciously, just like before.

After he said this, his expression became somewhat sad.

This sentence has not been said for many years.

"So I hope you can train my guards into good soldiers," Miss Jun said, "so that they can protect me and help me return to Shanxi safely."

Yang Jing was silent for a moment.

"Okay." He said, "Miss Jun, you have forgiven us generously, and it is only right for us to do something for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl in front of him smiled.

"It's not what you should do." Miss Jun said with a smile, "I will reward you."

Reward?

Yang Jing was stunned.

"No, no need..." he said hurriedly.

But Miss Jun ignored him, waved at him, turned around and jumped down the stairs.

"I'll arrange it." She said with a smile.

Yang Jing yelled a few times, but the girl had already run away like a deer.

Did she say something wrong? Yang Jing couldn't help but scratch his head. Was he fooled by this little girl? But what could she have fooled him about?

By noon, Yang Jing knew what he had been deceived about.

"Say you agreed to this." Xia Yong said, pointing to the mountains of rice, grain, vegetables and meat piled up in the yard.

Yang Jing looked stunned and embarrassed.

"I didn't agree," he said. "I just agreed to let them train with us."

Xia Yong nodded.

"Yeah, so this is the reward for training," he said.

Yang Jing was stunned and shook his head again.

"This kid," he said, "what should we do? Go back?"

"Ask my sister-in-law." Xia Yong's wife suddenly said, "If we withdraw, it means we won't train her guards anymore, which won't look good."

That’s right, Yang Jing and Xia Yong looked at each other and nodded.

Hearing what Yang Jing and Xia Yong said, the woman who was weaving smiled.

"So she gave us rice, grain, vegetables and meat because of her business," she said, "for herself, not for...others."

When she uttered the word "others", her voice deepened slightly.

Yang Jing and Xia Yong also lowered their heads in silence.

"Then take it." The woman said cheerfully, "It's mutually beneficial and everyone is happy. It's good."

Yang Jing and Xia Yong looked at the woman with some surprise.

"Sister-in-law." They called in unison.

The woman looked at them.

"What? In your eyes, am I the kind of person who is stubborn and can't tell right from wrong?" She said with a smile.

Yang Jing and Xia Yong shook their heads.

"How could that be? Sister-in-law is the best person in the world." They said in unison.

The woman smiled.

"The best?" She sighed softly, lowered her head and continued weaving.

Yang Jing and Xia Yong looked at each other, both feeling a little uneasy and a little sad, and left without saying anything else.

The mountain village became lively in the afternoon, and Liu'er came back from outside in a flash.

"Miss, everyone is as happy as if it's Chinese New Year," she said exaggeratedly, "Some people even opened their snacks and ate them right on the spot."

Miss Jun smiled and sighed.

Have they been so poor all these years?

"Stop pretending to be so serious this morning. Look how happy you are now." Liu'er said again.

"How can you call them hypocritical?" Miss Jun said with a hint of displeasure, "They didn't want it, they really didn't want it, now that they want it, they are really happy, this is a real person."

Liu'er stuck out her tongue.

"Miss, I was wrong." She said immediately, "I am so happy to see them happy."

Miss Jun glared at her in reproach and then smiled.

"Miss, please try the meal I cooked today." Liu'er immediately said with a smile and brought a covered cup.

Seeing the master and servant having fun together, Lei Zhonglian walked away with a smile on his face, and the two escorts followed him with complicated expressions.

"Master Lei, are we really going to do farm work with others?" they asked in a low voice.

"What's true or false about this?" Lei Zhonglian said with a frown, "We will do whatever Miss Jun asks us to do. There will definitely be only benefits and no harm."

Is that so absolute? The two escorts looked at each other and thought, well, they have paid money and bought their lives, so doing farm work is nothing.

As dusk fell, smoke rose from every household in the mountain village again. This time, no one came out, and everyone gathered at home waiting. From time to time, laughter and the noise of children could be heard.

The aroma of various dishes wafted through the village, and every household lit up a light. Although they only lit a torch to save money, it was enough to make the mountain village as bright as stars.

Autumn nights are becoming more and more intoxicating.

The lights in Lu's house in the capital were as bright as usual, but unlike the past when it seemed lively yet as quiet as dead water, there was a somewhat tense atmosphere in the house today.

Many maids and servants were standing in front of Princess Jiuli's house, each of them looking anxious.

There was a commotion outside the courtyard gate. Lu Yunqi, dressed in an official robe, strode in into the night, and the maids and servants were busy greeting him.

Lu Yunqi ignored them and walked into the house. There were many maids and servants standing in the house, as well as several imperial doctors who were talking with their heads down. When they saw Lu Yunqi coming in, they hurriedly bowed to him.

Lu Yunqi looked inside and could see Princess Jiuli lying on the bed through the colorful pearl curtain.

"What's wrong with the princess?" He turned his gaze and asked the imperial physician.