When Miss Jun and her group returned to Zhangqingshan, it was already dusk.

In the coldest days of winter, the smoke from cooking in the mountain village was thick. Now every household was given lamp oil. Although she was not used to it at first, Liu'er walked around the village and asked if anyone was trying to covet the lamp oil given by her mistress by not lighting the lamps.

I gave you lamp oil so that you can light lamps. If you don't light them, what do you want to keep it for? This is not yours, it belongs to my young lady. Do you want to take my young lady's things?

Although this logic sounds a bit confusing, it seems to be correct.

As a result, the villagers who were originally reluctant to light lamps now obediently lit lamps, and some women even began to live luxuriously under the lamps.

Although dusk had just fallen, the lights were turned on in the villagers' houses. From a distance, they looked like tiny stars, warm and peaceful.

"Thank you for your hard work." Under the big tree at the entrance of the village, Miss Jun smiled and saluted the dozen or so men who escorted her.

The men hurriedly and stiffly returned the greetings, and only after they watched Miss Jun leave did they regain their composure. Someone was responsible for driving the horses back to the stable.

Although Liu'er had said that each person would receive a horse, the horses that were delivered were not distributed to everyone. Instead, they were taken care of by special people and could be picked up when needed.

The remaining people walked towards the village chatting and laughing, and saw Xia Yong coming towards them.

"How was your day?" he suddenly asked.

A man suddenly became excited.

"It was a great day today. We encountered more than 20 bandits," he said.

"Yeah, yeah, I thought I had made another wasted trip." Another man also said happily, "I haven't seen this for a long time."

In the twilight, Xia Yong looked groggy.

A villager reached out and tugged at the two men who were gesticulating excitedly and were about to continue their story.

The two men stopped talking awkwardly.

The scene was eerily quiet.

"Captain, we..." a man bravely tried to explain.

Xia Yong raised his hand to stop him.

"That's right. Since you've eaten their food, you should work for them." He said, "Go back."

The men then breathed a sigh of relief and happily walked away past Xia Yong.

Xia Yong stopped and looked outside the village, then walked towards Miss Jun's courtyard after a moment of hesitation. Miss Jun's courtyard was even brighter with lights. The laughter of Lei Zhonglian and others came from the courtyard next door. It was Liu'er and the cook who brought them meals.

Miss Jun seemed relatively quiet here.

Xia Yong considered his words for a moment, and was about to stamp his feet and cough lightly.

“Is it fun out there?”

A female voice came from the room.

Xia Yong stopped.

History?

He looked a little surprised. He had hardly ever left the mountain in all these years, let alone entered other people's homes.

Han Qing also took the initiative to ask about the outside world.

Xia Yong was silent for a moment, then turned and walked away.

Miss Jun in the room didn't know that Xia Yong hesitated in front of the door and left. She let her freshly washed hair loose and looked at Zhao Hanqing who was sitting at the table, fiddling with pen, ink, paper and inkstone curiously.

"Dry my hair," she called.

Zhao Hanqing said "oh", put down the pen in his hand and walked over, skillfully helping Miss Jun to fumigate her hair over the brazier.

"It smells nice with some cypress branches and dried flowers," she added.

Only wealthy families are used to doing this. Ordinary people, especially those here who can't even get enough to eat, who would pay attention to how to dry their hair better?

When she and her master were out on the road, she would just wash her hair and dry it during the day. Only when she returned to the palace did she come up with all kinds of delicate little ideas.

Miss Jun glanced at her.

Zhao Hanqing also has beautiful handwriting, which is completely different from his master's. It should be taught by Xiao Wei.

Although she grew up in the mountains and forests and did not interact with outsiders, and was good at climbing mountains and trees, archery and hunting, she was not naughty or vulgar, and her every move showed good manners.

Xiao Weaving.

Miss Jun silently recited the name.

Is there any noble family that is Xiao...Xiao? In the North...

Xiao!

Miss Jun stood up suddenly, her scalp felt painful when it was pulled, and Zhao Hanqing also cried out.

"I didn't notice."

They said it at the same time, apologized to each other, looked at each other and laughed again.

"I was distracted by thinking about something." Miss Jun smiled and touched her hair. "You can read the medical book I wrote. I can do it myself."

Zhao Hanqing said "oh" without any more politeness and returned to the table.

During the day, Miss Jun taught her to identify herbs, and at night she asked her to read medical books.

This medical book is what Miss Jun has compiled based on what she has learned from her master. When it is completed, she will write Zhao Zhiyi's name on it, and of course add a nickname, Mr. Qingshan.

But now Miss Jun is not in the mood to think about her master.

Xiao ah.

If we talk about the most prominent Xiao family in the north, it is the royal family of Qi that was destroyed by the Jin people.

The State of Qi was once extremely powerful. The Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun were originally in their hands, and the Jin people were just a vassal tribe of theirs.

Of course, that was a long time ago. Before the Jin people conquered the capital of the Zhou Dynasty and plundered the emperor more than 20 years ago, Qi had already been destroyed by the Jin people.

Probably not, right?

Miss Jun looked at Zhao Hanqing who was studying seriously with a complicated expression.

Meanwhile, on the mountain, Yang Jing and Xia Yong were also standing outside Xiao Wei's door with complicated expressions.

Lights were on in the yard and in the house, and a charcoal brazier was burning in the house, but Yang Jing and Xia Yong had no intention of going into the house, and Xiao Zhi, who was sitting at the door, did not think anything was wrong.

"She said she was escorting them, but in fact she was taking them to look for bandits and robbers." Xia Yong said, looking a little uneasy. "In the past few days, all the bandits and robbers in Qingyuan Prefecture have been killed, and the rest have been scared away."

Having said that, he smiled bitterly again.

"I think she might go somewhere other than Qingyuan Prefecture next time."

"She provided us with food and drink and hired our people to escort us. It would be difficult for us to disobey her when we go out with her," Yang Jing said.

Xiao Wei smiled.

"Suppressing bandits," she said. "She really is a kind-hearted doctor."

Let me pause here.

"How could a man like him teach such a disciple?"

Yang Jing and Xia Yong also knew who he was talking about. Yang Jing didn't react, while Xia Yong hesitated to speak.

"Brother, it's actually kind-hearted." He couldn't help but say.

"Since she wants to do these things, the key is that she also gave a generous reward." Xiao Wei said, avoiding Xia Yong's topic, "One hand handed over the money and the other hand handed over the goods. Neither owed the other anything, and both got what they wanted. It's pretty good."

That means you agree.

Yang Jing and Xia Yong answered yes.

I heard footsteps behind me, accompanied by a girl's humming.

Yang Jingxia Yong was not unfamiliar with this humming ditty, as they often sang it, but it was the first time he heard Zhao Hanqing humming it.

The three of them looked at each other in surprise.

"Mom, Uncle Yang, Uncle Xia, you are all here." Zhao Hanqing walked in, looked at them and waved with a smile.

In her hands she held a veil.

You don't even cover your face?

"It's night time, so it won't scare anyone." Zhao Hanqing said, and walked into the house in two or three steps.

In fact, what she was afraid of was never scaring others, but she was afraid of herself and didn't dare to look at her own face. Now she is not afraid anymore.

Xiao Wei turned around and smiled at her daughter who came in.

Yang Jing and Xia Yong also smiled, bowed and were about to leave. Zhao Hanqing seemed to have thought of something and peeked out from inside.

"Oh, by the way, mother, two uncles, when Sister Jiuling goes out again, I will go with her," she said, looking a little uneasy. She then hurriedly explained, "We need to go to the city to buy some medicine. We don't have any in the mountains, so let me go to the pharmacy to learn more about medicinal herbs."

Not only do you dare to go down the mountain and take off your mask, but you also dare to walk out of Zhangqing Mountain?

The three of them looked even more surprised, and Xiao Wei smiled.

“I spent more than ten years on this, but it took her only a month to accomplish it,” she said with a laugh. “It’s a bit frustrating.”