Miss Jun frowned slightly, seeming to be very unhappy with his words.

"What are you doing? He's not well yet, don't bully him," she said.

"How did I bully him?" Zhu Zan glared even more.

Fang Chengyu gently shook Miss Jun's hand.

"My brother didn't bully me," he said. "My brother wanted to teach me how to keep fit. I didn't know if I could learn it, so I asked you."

Zhu Zan looked at Fang Chengyu.

"You little brat, you are so cunning. I didn't offend you, did I? Why are you trying to embarrass me?" he said. "Now you are pretending to be a good person. Why did you look so wronged just now?"

"Okay." Miss Jun frowned and interrupted him, "You can't learn now. Your body has been weak for a long time. It will take more than a day to strengthen your body. When you are better, I have many ways to strengthen your body."

Fang Chengyu smiled and nodded.

"Okay, okay." He said, and nodded sincerely to Zhu Zan, "Thank you for your kindness, brother. I can't learn it now."

"Let's go, it's time to take medicine and get ready for bed." Miss Jun said.

After saying this, Fang Chengyu bowed slightly to Zhu Zan and also said goodbye politely. He turned around and walked away with Miss Jun holding his arm.

"The kids are going to bed so early." Zhu Zan leaned against the pillar and pointed at the sky, shaking his head and sighing, "What a waste of life."

Miss Jun and Fang Chengyu had already walked in and ignored him.

Zhu Zan turned around and saw Lei Zhonglian standing in the yard in the night, looking at him.

"My dear friend, why don't you go to bed? Don't waste your life." Zhu Zan said, and raised his eyebrows again, "Also, I know I'm good-looking. But don't keep staring at me. If you keep staring, you'll pay."

Is this person really short of money?

Why can I exchange everything for money?

Is he a money-grubber?

If I really give him money, will he really take it? And will he let me look at it casually?

Lei Zhonglian couldn't help but think.

"Of course."

Seeing through his thoughts, Zhu Zan leaned against the pillar and smiled. The lantern swaying in the night wind illuminated his white teeth.

"I am a woodcutter, and I keep my word. I never cheat anyone. Those who want to see me pay me, and I really let them see enough. If you don't believe me, go and ask around."

What does this have to do with the woodcutter?

Can woodcutters still make a living by doing this now?

But what's so good about a woodcutter?

Besides, let him find out, he doesn't even know who he is.

This man seemed carefree but he was actually very cunning. As Miss Jun said, he wanted to confirm their identities. He also wanted to prevent his own identity from being revealed.

You can leave when he feels relieved.

Then just wait.

Lei Zhonglian pointed to a room.

"That's the guest room." He said in a muffled voice, and without waiting for Zhu Zan to speak, he lowered his head and walked quickly to the front hall.

He slept in the hall at the front, and did not stand guard outside Fang Chengyu and Miss Jun's bedroom, because Miss Jun said that the place where she slept at night would be very dangerous. If he was hurt by mistake, she would not be able to save him.

Although Lei Zhonglian couldn't imagine how dangerous it was, she knew she was not lying, so she kept Fang Chengyu by her side all the time since she left the house.

Rather than saying he is a bodyguard, the real bodyguard is Miss Jun.

If you are not confident, how can you be so determined?

Lei Zhonglian turned over on the bed.

But why did Miss Jun say that if he has troubles, we also have troubles, so we don't have to worry? It seems that it means that his troubles are a good thing?

What else is wrong with us?

These things made Lei Zhonglian's mind a little confused, and he shook his head to shake off these messy things.

He didn't understand these, but he understood another sentence Miss Jun said: don't worry.

Lei Zhonglian turned over again, tilted his head, closed his eyes, closed his ears, and fell asleep with a steady breath.

The night was dark, but suddenly there was a bang and a man's complaint. It was obvious that the man in the guest room was making trouble.

Lei Zhonglian did not close his eyes. The noisy sounds gradually died down. The night was dark, and with only the occasional murmur of night insects, everything returned to peace.

The night does not distinguish between the rich and the poor, and shrouds the entire earth.

But there are still many people on earth who are not asleep.

There are still lights on at the end of a town street, looking very lonely in the summer night.

That was a stall selling midnight snacks, mainly to provide relief for night watchmen and soldiers patrolling the city. The dining room was very simple, with only two pots, one of spicy soup and the other of mutton noodles, bubbling in the night and emitting an alluring aroma.

At this time, there was only one man guarding the stall. He looked thin and was sitting by the fire with his head down, dozing off.

At this time, two night watchmen came over chatting and laughing, and greeted them as usual.

"Old farm, old rules." said one of them.

The other man had already placed the drum on the table and was fanning himself with his sleeves.

"…you saw the woodcutter and he said…" He continued the previous conversation.

Just as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew over him, and at the same time a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Old Tian, ​​what are you doing..." The night watchman turned his head and said with some displeasure, and then his words stopped abruptly because the hand had reached his throat.

"You, who are you?" Another person also looked over and stammered.

Under the light of the lantern hanging from the shed, the night stall owner was not the kind-looking lonely old man they were familiar with.

This is a very kind and ordinary face. If you throw it in a crowd, you won’t even look at it twice, and you won’t even remember it after you see it.

"Which woodcutter?" he asked.

The two night watchmen also came to their senses and immediately became anxious, frightened and panicked.

"Who are you?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Where's Old Man Tian?"

"It's murder."

They screamed and waved their hands.

But the man pressed them down on the table with one hand each. However, this action was very conspicuous in the night. A team of soldiers patrolling the city happened to pass by and they quickly surrounded the man and pointed their knives and guns at him.

"Who are you?" the leading soldier shouted.

The man leaned slightly to the side, raised his arms and turned his waist towards them.

"A messenger." He said calmly.

On business?

The soldiers were startled and their eyes fell on the man's waist. A sword was exposed from under his clothes, and the soldiers' faces changed immediately.

"So it's the adults." The leader said respectfully, but with a puzzled look on his face, looking at the man, "My eyes are short, I didn't recognize the adults as..."

If it was from the local Jinyi Guard, they would have recognized him, but the person in front of them looked very unfamiliar.

"From the capital." said the man, lifting his legs and stepping on the stool.

This action caused his robe to open, revealing a badge hanging inside.

The leading soldier took a careful look and immediately stepped back.

"The adults are busy with their work, please get out of here immediately." He stood up and said.

Before he had even finished speaking, the soldiers put away their swords and guns and retreated at lightning speed.

The man kept the two night watchmen under control during this question and answer, and the two night watchmen didn't even have time to shout out, before the blink of an eye, there were only three of them left in the straw hut.

Although the question and answer did not reveal the other party's identity, the two night watchmen also saw the man's exposed Xiuchun Sword and the hanging waist badge. The waist badge was not clear, but Xiuchun Sword recognized it, and the two night watchmen immediately dared not shout.

Ancestors, how did they offend these ancestors?

The two of them were so weak that they were about to cry.

"I just want to ask you a question. Please explain it in a nice way." The man always spoke in a calm tone. "What kind of person is a woodcutter?"

Woodcutter?

The two night watchmen were a little confused by the question.

"Your Excellency, are you looking for someone to chop wood?" one of them stammered bravely, "They all live in the countryside and come to the city to sell wood in the early morning..."

"Have any strangers claimed to be woodcutters recently?" the man asked slowly, examining them.