Ling Jiu

She was called that name.

It means reversing the nine ages.

The first time she was called by this name was when she was ten years old and climbed over the wall of Duke Cheng’s house. She was discovered just as she climbed up.

The security at the Chengguo family was so strict that even such an inconspicuous dog hole had people hiding.

The man jumped up and shouted to catch the assassin, but she didn't even have time to react before she was frightened by people appearing from all directions.

The moment she was kicked off the wall, she reacted and introduced herself.

"I'm Ling Jiu," she shouted, "I'm Mr. Zhang's apprentice, please let me in quickly."

Later, of course, these people did not politely invite her in, but kicked her and made her roll on the ground three times.

She is still a child.

She tried not to cry.

Fortunately, the guards from the East Palace had caught up with her and dragged her out.

Duke Cheng and her father were both terrified, but fortunately Master Defu had to come and treat her. Then she had the opportunity to hold Master's arm and walk ten miles, and finally got Master's consent to learn medicine.

Thinking of this, Miss Jun smiled and nodded.

"Then I'll take my leave."

The young man's high-pitched voice rang in my ears.

Miss Jun came back to her senses, looked at him, and bowed with a smile.

"We'll meet again if we're destined to do so," he said loudly, with a big smile on his face.

He just said goodbye again, but Miss Jun was distracted and didn't pay attention. But it didn't matter. Miss Jun nodded in return.

The smile on the face of the man named Ling Jiu deepened, and spread from his eyes.

His eyes were round and bright, looking clear, but with a cold and sharp light in the flash. People dared not stare at them.

But when he smiled, his eyes curved, and the sharp cold light disappeared, leaving only clarity and a bit of elegance, as warm as sunlight.

These eyes...

Miss Jun stared at him in shock, and her mind suddenly became confused with countless thoughts. But through this confusion, a name suddenly jumped out.

"Zhu Zan," she said.

Her voice was not loud. Her lips barely moved, as if only she could hear it, but Ling Jiu, who had already turned around with a smile, suddenly straightened up. Before he turned around, a knife-like coldness suddenly spread out.

"careful."

Lei Zhonglian's voice suddenly rang out, and he rushed over, but he was still a step too late.

Miss Jun only felt a strong wind coming at her. Before she could react, a hand had grabbed her neck and she was suffocated instantly. She was also pushed, or rather, lifted, and pressed against a pillar.

The violent collision pushed her body forward, causing her suffocation to become even worse.

The man named Ling Jiu grabbed her neck with one hand and held Lei Zhonglian's wrist with the other.

Lei Zhonglian held a soft sword in his hand.

That was the hidden weapon he had tied around his waist.

As he shouted, he drew out his saber and lunged over.

But the man easily dodged his attack, not only that, he also grabbed his hand, holding his sword and pointing it at Miss Jun's heart.

Dali was still stabbing towards Miss Jun's heart with his sword, and Lei Zhonglian had to resist with all his strength to stop him.

Fang Chengyu stood there motionless, leaning on his crutches.

The room was completely silent, no one was shouting or crying. The air was stagnant, like a cold lake.

Outside the sun was shining brightly. There were sounds of talking and laughter.

One is alive and the other is solidified, and in an instant they can become the two worlds of life and death.

"Hey." He answered while looking at the girl whose neck could be strangled at any time in his hands.

The response to this scene was really bizarre.

The girl's originally pretty face had turned blue due to suffocation, and her facial features were distorted, not looking pretty at all.

But her eyes were calm. Or rather, they were filled with surprise and disbelief, but not fear.

Zhu Zan.

He turned out to be Zhu Zan.

She didn't even react when she uttered these two words.

She didn't even know why she came up with this name.

Why?

She looked at the man's face, which was so close that she could almost breathe him down.

Is it because of the smiling eyes just now?

The look in those eyes was really familiar, as if I had seen them somewhere before.

She started thinking, and then she thought of a person, Duke Cheng, Zhu Shan.

To a little girl who hadn't seen sugar for a long time and was suddenly handed a piece of candied fruit, that person was like a god.

That warm face and bright smile illuminated the world of the greedy child and was truly unforgettable.

Her mind started working instantly at that moment.

Military breath.

Zhushan.

Wrong age.

Small.

A vulgar colloquialism in the North.

Seen the chess game.

I have met her master, Dr. Zhang.

hours.

Doctor Zhang has been to Duke Cheng’s Mansion.

Yangcheng.

Post station.

Map of the journey to Beijing.

The Jinyiwei from the capital came to question him.

He appeared in Yangcheng.

All this information came flooding in one after another, causing her to blurt out the name Zhu Zan.

Unexpectedly, it was really him.

This is Zhu Zan.

The son of Duke Cheng.

Miss Jun looked at him, feeling a little like laughing but also a little sad.

I never expected that the second person I met after my rebirth would be him, even though I had never met him before.

The first one is naturally Doctor Jiang.

However, Doctor Jiang was someone he knew, as they knew each other and had dealt with each other several times.

Zhu Zan should not be considered an acquaintance because they had never dealt with each other and had never met.

She didn't know him and he didn't know her.

The pain in her throat suddenly eased, the big hand holding her neck loosened its strength, and she breathed in big gulps. Miss Jun couldn't help but take a few quick breaths.

The hand was still firmly grasping her neck, pinning her firmly to the pillar.

She looked at the man in front of her.

His expression was serious and dignified, and his eyes were cold and sharp.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Who am I.

No matter who I am, you don't know me.

Miss Jun looked at him and felt a little sad.

The bitterness was certainly not because he didn't recognize her, but because of the past that had passed away.

However, although it was not obvious, Miss Jun could hear a hint of doubt in his voice.

Why is he confused?

Senior official mentioned that the Imperial Guard in the capital was investigating him.

He was moving around in Shanxi and Henan like this, and was extremely vigilant, obviously trying to avoid capture.

I called out his name in an instant, and he was so ferocious and ruthless in killing me, which showed that he was on guard against being hunted down.

This kind of vigilance does not require asking about the other party's background. This is unnecessary.

But why did he doubtfully ask who she was and give up his murderous intention?

"There is no murderous intent or panic in your eyes." Zhu Zan's voice sounded faintly, as if he could see the doubt in her eyes, "You are not here for me, who are you?"