Zhu Zan felt like he had really seen a ghost.

How did he see this woman?

Why is this woman here? Isn't she a bandit?

Also, what did she shout?

Husband...

Zhu Zan shuddered and stood up straight.

No way...

Miss Jun tried her best to hold back her laughter.

"Husband..." She stepped forward and held out her hand.

Zhu Zan took a step back in fear and pointed at her.

"Hey, what do you want to do..." he said.

Miss Jun has already grabbed his arm.

"Everyone is watching us," she said in a low and serious voice.

Zhu Zan's body was stiff and he did not pull his arm away. He stared at Miss Jun for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his other hand and held her in his arms.

The movement was a bit violent, and Miss Jun was caught off guard and bumped into his shoulder, almost dislocating her nose. Then she was slapped twice on the back by a big hand.

"Madam."

Zhu Zan's voice buzzed in my ears.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Miss Jun coughed twice after being slapped and bumped into Zhu Zan's shoulder again.

"That's enough." She whispered with tears in her eyes, "If you have anything to say, go inside and talk."

Zhu Zan laughed dryly, grabbed Miss Jun's arm and dragged her into the tent.

Countless eyes were withdrawn from the surroundings.

Zhao Hanqing, who had been standing by the side the whole time, twirled his hair.

"What are you playing at?" she muttered, then ran away, whipping her.

Lei Zhonglian felt a little emotional. Although he couldn't see Zhu Zan's face clearly because he was far away, his posture and demeanor were still very familiar.

Originally, they met by chance and were ready to draw swords against each other, but they didn't expect that in the end, you helped me and I helped you. Now they meet in Dingzhou under such circumstances, they must be filled with emotion.

…

There was no feeling of reuniting with old friends in the tent, let alone holding hands and looking at each other in tears. Only Miss Jun's laughter was heard.

As soon as he came in, Zhu Zan pushed her away and jumped a few steps away, looking at her warily.

Seeing his expression, Miss Jun couldn't help laughing any longer.

"Why is it you?" Zhu Zan shouted in a low voice, "What's going on? Why are you..."

He looked at Miss Jun.

"How did you deceive my mother?"

Miss Jun's laughter never stopped.

"What a lie." She said with a smile, "Am I that kind of person?"

Zhu Zan laughed twice.

"You are not me?" he said. "My mother and father don't know who you are yet? Otherwise, why didn't my mother tell me when she replied to my letter?"

Miss Jun pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes.

"Madam and the Duke know who I am. As for why Madam didn't tell you," she giggled, "I told her not to. Are you surprised? Are you shocked?"

Zhu Zan once again looked as if he had seen a ghost.

"You woman, you are really..." He stared at her, as if he didn't know what to say.

Miss Jun covered her mouth and laughed.

Zhu Zan looked at her with a wooden face.

"Is it fun?" he asked.

Miss Jun covered her mouth and smiled and nodded.

"It's fun." She answered seriously with a smile.

"Are you happy?" Zhu Zan asked again with a wooden face.

Miss Jun burst into laughter, which spilled out of her palms.

"I am happy." She answered seriously.

Zhu Zan curled his lips at her with a wooden expression.

"Where's my dad?" he said.

Miss Jun put down her hand and stopped laughing.

At this time, the most important thing for the son is his father.

"The Duke is recuperating." She said with a serious expression.

She still knows what propriety is.

Zhu Zan blew out a breath through his nose.

Miss Jun had already stepped forward to lead the way, glanced at Zhu Zan and extended her hand to invite him in.

"Husband, please come this way," she said.

Zhu Zan's eyebrows twitched again.

This woman! She is so serious yet so insincere!

Miss Jun was already looking up, laughing silently, and walking forward.

Zhu Zan gritted his teeth and glared, raised his foot and kicked her twice on the back, then followed her with his sleeves swung and his face smothered.

…

The tent of Duke Chengguo was filled with the aroma of medicine.

Looking at Duke Cheng, who was as white as gold paper, lying on the couch, Zhu Zan immediately knelt down in front of the couch.

"Dad." He called out in a nasal voice.

Duke Cheng then opened his eyes, as if he was woken up from his sleep, and saw the smiling face of the person kneeling in front of the bed.

"Zan'er is here." He said softly.

Zhu Zan nodded with red eyes and was about to say something, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Miss Jun standing beside him. She had her hands behind her back, her head slightly tilted, staring at him curiously.

Zhu Zan gritted his teeth.

"Miss Jun." He looked at her and said, "I want to say a few words to my father."

Duke Cheng smiled slightly.

"That's fine, just say whatever you want to say," he said.

Before Zhu Zan could say anything, Miss Jun also laughed.

"My Lord, it's time for you to take your medicine. I'll go and boil it for you," she said.

Duke Cheng said nothing more and nodded to her with a smile.

Miss Jun turned and walked out. When she lifted the curtain, she heard Zhu Zan calling him "Dad" again with a nasal voice.

This voice was different from Zhu Zan's previous voices. It was filled with guilt, anxiety, and tension, but also a hint of coquettishness.

Acting coquettishly...

Miss Jun couldn't help but look back and saw Zhu Zan resting his head on the couch, and Duke Cheng reached out and touched his head.

Miss Jun's eyes widened.

it turns out……

Such a big kid was snuggling up to his father like a cat and being patted on the head. This scene was definitely not suitable for a third person to be present.

Miss Jun lowered the curtain to block out the scene inside.

…

Miss Jun was staring intently at the medicine pot bubbling on the small stove when she heard footsteps behind her.

She heard footsteps, but ignored them and picked up a small piece of wood and threw it into the stove.

The flames suddenly grew larger than before.

"Hello."

Zhu Zan seemed impatient and reminded.

Miss Jun still didn't look back.

"Don't argue." She said, "The key to boiling medicine is the temperature."

The girl squatting on the ground with a focused expression looks very serious.

Zhu Zan snorted, but did not say anything else. He turned around and walked away.

"But it doesn't matter to me. After all, I am a skilled doctor."

But the girl's laughing voice came from behind.

Here we go again! Zhu Zan turned around with a bit of embarrassment, and Miss Jun had already stood up and was looking at him with a smile.

Look at this indecent look!

Zhu Zan gritted his teeth.

How could there be such a person!

He took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Tell me," he said woodenly, "your terms."

Miss Jun said "Oh".

"Your mother knows this. One hundred thousand taels of silver." She gestured with her hand.

Miss Jun certainly would not hide from Duke Cheng how she met and got acquainted with Madam Chengguo and how she agreed upon the help from Hejian Prefecture, and she told him the first time.

Duke Cheng must have told Zhu Zan just now.

Miss Jun pursed her lips and smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhu Zan immediately asked vigilantly.

He was really shocked by what happened this time, and Miss Jun laughed.

"However, that was only the price for me sending your mother and escorting the people to evacuate from Bazhou." She added, "The money I paid to help your father in Yizhou later was naturally not included."

Having said this, he looked at Zhu Zan and smiled slightly.

"This price..."

Before she could finish her words, Zhu Zan took a step back and raised his hand to refuse with caution.

"Don't even think about marrying me!" he said. "Don't even think about marrying me by offering to save my life! I won't give in!"