The first few steps of this little cripple were very difficult and crooked. After a few steps, although he was still slow, he was able to step steadily.

It’s like a child learning to walk. Even though he may not be able to walk steadily at the moment, it doesn’t mean he can’t walk.

A lame person cannot walk, and someone who can walk is not a lame person.

Hu Gui heard the footsteps and turned back.

"Young Master Jun." He hurriedly took it.

Miss Jun declined his help and helped Fang Chengyu out, while Hu Gui hurried to lead the carriage.

"What about that one?"

The onlookers whispered to each other and looked into the teahouse.

Zhu Zan stood at the door, facing everyone's gaze with a calm expression, looking at Miss Jun and the other two who were sitting in the carriage.

Miss Jun noticed the gaze looking over.

Zhu Zan looked at her and smiled.

He has handsome features, a bright smile and eyes like stars.

The people in front of the teahouse suddenly fell silent, followed by low exclamations of admiration and surprise.

This is Zhu Zan. If Duke Cheng is as gentle as jade, then he is as bright as a gem.

Neither the father nor the son looked like military commanders, yet they were both born to be military commanders.

Miss Jun lowered her eyes.

"Let's go," she said.

"Let's go, let's go." Hu Gui said, and waved his hands at the crowd in a somewhat exaggerated manner, "Make way."

As he spoke, he held onto the bike and was about to sit on it.

Zhu Zan jumped down from the steps of the teahouse, reached the car in two or three steps, raised his hand to pull Hu Guihua aside, and sat in the car himself.

He raised his hand and whistled, and before Lei Zhonglian could whip the horse, the horse moved forward.

"Hey hey you..." Hu Gui turned around and shouted dizzyly, trying to catch up.

The onlookers all laughed, and some even grabbed Hu Gui.

"Why are you making trouble? We are all together."

Hu Gui could only watch the carriage go down the street with a wronged look on his face.

Miss Jun and the other two did not say anything to object to Zhu Zan getting on the carriage. After the horse was urged to move, Lei Zhonglian just gently pulled the reins to direct the direction of the horse.

Zhu Zan leaned against the car.

"Whose hometown is this?" he asked, with a relaxed and familiar tone.

"Mine." Miss Jun replied.

Zhu Zan said "oh".

"No wonder you act like a tyrant here, you are indeed a playboy." he said.

Miss Jun smiled and said nothing.

But she still remembered that Zhu Zan was a chatterbox, and whether he was really a chatterbox or just pretending to be crazy and stupid, he would continue the topic as long as he wanted to, regardless of whether anyone answered or not.

"I just arrived in Runan today. What a coincidence."

"What fun things are there in Runan?"

"You guys are pretty fast."

"What are you doing in Yangcheng?"

"Just for the money?"

"Hahahaha, I'm so sorry. You've lost all your money."

"So we go up the mountain to dig for medicinal herbs?"

"Hahahaha. I'm so sorry. You almost fell to your death and the herbs were lost."

When she heard this, Miss Jun, who was sitting in the carriage, looked at him.

"It's not lost," she interrupted.

Zhu Zan turned around and looked at her.

"It's just lost," he said.

"Then why do you say sorry?" Miss Jun said.

Lei Zhonglian sighed in his heart. He used to think Miss Jun had a good temper. She was not as rude and unreasonable as everyone described her to be. But now it seems that Miss Jun's temper is not very good.

He is not unreasonable, but he is certainly stubborn.

She probably didn't think that the man who just let go of his hand that could have killed her was really harmless.

Then why couldn't she resist provoking him?

Zhu Zan looked at her.

"Because I'm a kind person, I feel very sympathetic when I see others suffer such misfortune." He said, "I can't help but say sorry on behalf of the blind God."

Having said that, I really looked at Miss Jun with some sympathy.

"I hope you won't be sad. This is just a coincidence."

Miss Jun looked at him, somewhat angry, yet somewhat amused.

How could Duke Cheng raise such a son?

"Yes. What a coincidence." She said with a smile.

She lowered her eyes, so she didn't see the hint of doubt that flashed across Zhu Zan's eyes.

Miss Jun's concession will certainly not end the topic.

"You said you grew up in a carefree environment. Can you speak carefree words?" he suddenly asked.

Miss Jun doesn’t know whether Jun Zhenzhen can say soothing words, but she can.

The master knows many dialects. When I followed him to look at the map, he would almost always point to a place and speak a few words in the local accent.

Fu Ning is naturally included in the public opinion map.

And Miss Jun can remember everything she hears.

She was silent for a moment.

"No," she said, "my father and mother only speak Mandarin at home."

Zhu Zan smiled.

"Mandarin with a Henan accent?" He raised his eyebrows again.

Miss Jun looked at him.

"Sir, Mandarin has the Henan accent," she said.

The old capital was in Kaifeng, and today's Nanjing has only been the capital for a few decades.

Officials in the south had already switched to Nanjing dialect as the official language, but many officials in the north still maintained the Kaifeng dialect, largely in order to please Duke Cheng.

Because Duke Cheng has always made it his mission to recover the lost territories and return to the old capital.

Regardless of whether Jun Yingwen, as a northern official, deliberately tried to curry favor with Duke Cheng, at least he was from Caizhou, Henan.

This answer is the most appropriate in terms of both emotion and reason.

After Miss Jun said this, she took the fan and looked at the car slowly swaying outside, not paying attention to the slight change in Zhu Zan's expression.

"What a coincidence." He muttered.

Lei Zhonglian was a little confused and didn't know what was so special about the Henan accent in Mandarin.

Miss Jun knew why he said it was a coincidence.

Because what she just said was also said by Duke Cheng.

At that time, my father met him in the study, and Duke Cheng answered with a Henan accent.

His father joked that he should speak Mandarin because Duke Cheng was also from Nanjing.

This is what Duke Cheng said.

At that time, she had already accepted the candied fruit handed to her by Duke Cheng, and regarded this man as a god. She remembered the god's words clearly.

But this sentence is actually a very straightforward statement. Just because Duke Cheng said it, it doesn’t mean others can’t say it.

Especially Jun Yingwen, an official from Henan.

There is nothing wrong with this answer. It is natural and logical, and this is the right answer.

"Children have a lot of crooked ideas." Zhu Zan said, changing the subject. "Where are your parents? Do they just ignore you and let you act so tyrannically?"

Miss Jun stopped fanning herself and looked at him.

"My father is very famous, haven't you heard of him?" she asked.

Zhu Zan sneered.

"There are many famous people, and I..." he said, then stopped and looked at Miss Jun and said "Oh" as if he had suddenly realized something.

His response was really quick.

Miss Jun thought.

Jun Yingwen was indeed famous, but there were many officials who died in office every year, and he was only a minor official of the seventh rank.

For someone of Zhu Zan's status, it is indeed not pleasing to the eye.

The fact that he reacted immediately after being reminded by the word "famous" shows that he is a person with a photographic memory and a wide range of information.

There are many ways for an official to be famous. If you follow the reminder of being famous, you will naturally find relevant information.

Anyone who has such a smart son will spoil and pamper him, and Duke Cheng is no exception.

"How pitiful." Zhu Zan looked at her with sympathy and said, "Miss Jun, please accept my condolences."

Miss Jun looked at him and nodded in return.

The carriage also stopped at this time.

"Madam, we're here." Lei Zhonglian said.

The rain had stopped, but there were not many people on the street. Lei Zhonglian walked forward and opened the door.

Zhu Zan also got out of the car and looked around.

"Opening a shop." He said casually, "What kind of shop?"

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the door plaque. His voice and expression paused.

"Jiulingtang." He recited slowly, "Jiuling...tang."

Zhu Zan looked at the plaque and did not move for a moment.

"Miss Nine-Year-Old."

A voice also came from the side at the same time.

This made him startled and he looked away instantly.

An old lady came over tremblingly holding an umbrella, and greeted Miss Jun as she helped Fang Chengyu into the house.

"Do you want to see a doctor?" Miss Jun said, "Please come in."

She said she looked over as soon as she noticed Zhu Zan's gaze.

Zhu Zan looked at her.

"Your name is Jiuling?" he asked.

Miss Jun smiled.

"Yes," she said, then turned and walked into the room.

The old woman followed him in happily. Lei Zhonglian removed two more door panels, and the hall became brighter. The sound of people talking also became more lively.

Zhu Zan was still standing at the door, looking inside the hall and then at the plaque.

"Nine years old."

He recited it again, a complex expression flashed across his eyes, then he lowered his head to hide it, then raised his head to look into the hall.

"What a damn coincidence," he said.