Duke Cheng had an idea about returning to the capital, and said that they would discuss it in detail after Madam Yu arrived. Miss Jun then stopped talking.

Looking at Zhu Zan's gloomy face, Miss Jun took the initiative to say goodbye.

Returning to Beijing is a very dangerous thing, and they, father and son, have a lot to say and many things to discuss.

When Miss Jun returned to her residence, Zhao Hanqing was sitting at the table, drinking medicine obediently with a bowl. When he saw her come back, he called her "sister".

Miss Jun sat down beside her and watched her take the medicine.

During the time when Hejian was blocking the gold thieves and killing the enemy in Bazhou, the treatment of Zhao Hanqing's facial acne never stopped.

The medicine was very bitter. Even after drinking it for so long, Zhao Hanqing still couldn't get used to it. He drank it with a bitter face and ate a piece of candied fruit.

Take a sip, taste the bitterness, take a sip, taste the sweetness, and repeat.

Miss Jun looked at her in a daze.

Duke Cheng returned to Beijing.

In fact, she had hoped for it.

When she learned that her father had died a violent death, she was angry that no one in the world knew the truth, but she also hoped that someone would doubt her father's death.

When she broke into the palace alone to kill the emperor and was dying, she hoped that someone would come to help her.

"sister."

Zhao Hanqing's voice rang in his ears, and at the same time a hand waved in front of his eyes.

Miss Jun came to her senses.

"Have you finished eating?" she asked.

Zhao Hanqing nodded.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked curiously.

"Thinking about things in the past." Miss Jun said with a smile.

Zhao Hanqing said "oh" and nodded.

"No wonder you look so sad." She said, nodding, and didn't ask what happened in the past. "Uncle Xia and Uncle Yang all think of the past like this."

Miss Jun wanted to laugh but also felt sad, but these words also reminded her.

"I'm going to go see Uncle Yang and the others," she said. "Will you come with me?"

Although the main army was stationed outside the city, the Qingshan Army had already withdrawn from it and accompanied Miss Jun into Dingzhou City as her bodyguards, and was arranged in the soldier guard room of the government office.

When Miss Jun and Zhao Hanqing arrived, dusk had already fallen. The large bungalow was occupied by the Qingshan Army, who were having dinner. There were tables and chairs in the yard, with big bowls of wine and meat. The men were sitting at four tables and the women at one, laughing and eating, and having a lively time.

"Miss Jun, Niuniu, come and sit down."

Seeing them coming, a group of people greeted them enthusiastically, adding stools, bowls and chopsticks, and food and wine.

The Qingshan Army did not need to do these things. With just a call, several soldiers began to work.

"Uncle Tie, here's the wine you asked for." Two soldiers happily brought a pot of wine over. "If it's not enough, there's more."

Tiejiao nodded.

"That's enough," he said, reaching out.

The two soldiers were already busy avoiding and carrying it in.

"Let's do it, Uncle Tie, you don't have to do anything," they said.

Tiejiao was not good at refusing, so he looked at the two soldiers and said thank you as they put down the wine altar.

"Uncle Tie, you are so polite." The two of them touched their heads and said happily.

Tiejiao also patted his head and watched the two soldiers leave happily.

"These soldiers are very polite to us." Xia Yong said to Miss Jun, "It's all thanks to Miss Jun."

It was more than just politeness, it was downright respect and admiration. Every soldier felt honored to talk and deal with these people from the Qingshan Army.

Miss Jun looked at the soldiers who left happily after serving the food and wine. These soldiers were stationed in Dingzhou. They did not fight with these villagers like the Shun'an Army did, but they were still full of respect.

"This is not because I am the wife of the Crown Prince of Chengguo." She said, looking at everyone present.

There were forty-five people when we first came out of Zhangqing Mountain, and there are still thirty-two people sitting here now.

Thirteen people died in the battle, no one was seriously injured, and only the Qingshan Army died in the battle.

"You earned this yourselves," said Miss Jun. "Everyone knows the bravery and prestige of the Qingshan Army, and everyone respects them."

Hearing her say this, Yang Jing and Xia Yong laughed, and the rest of the villagers were as shy as they had been when they were praised before.

"One person cannot make an army." Xia Yong said, "This is also your credit, Miss Jun."

Miss Jun smiled.

"Come on." She didn't bother to be polite anymore and picked up the wine bowl. "Let's have a drink."

Having said that, he turned back.

"Hanqing is not allowed to drink."

Zhao Hanqing, who was secretly raising his wine bowl, had to put it down reluctantly.

Seeing Han Qing's expression, all the men and women present laughed, and several women even put their arms around Han Qing's shoulders.

"Don't be anxious, Niuniu. You can drink it when you recover." They said with a smile.

Zhao Hanqing had already taken off his mask because he was going to eat and drink. He nodded without any fear or avoidance.

Everyone drank the wine in one gulp, and after three bowls of wine everyone began to eat and drink to their heart's content.

Yang Jingxia Yong invited Miss Jun into the house.

"Miss Jun, what's the matter?" Xia Yong asked.

Miss Jun told the news that Duke Cheng was going to Beijing.

When he left Zhang Qingshan, his purpose was to escort Madam Yu to Hejian Bazhou to protect the people. What he did later certainly exceeded his expectations.

Now that the common people have been escorted and Duke Cheng has returned safely, what should be done next? Should we ask for their opinions? Yang Jing and Xia Yong looked at each other.

"We will do whatever Miss Jun needs us to do." Yang Jing said, "We will listen to you."

"Yes, there is no problem in escorting Duke Cheng to Beijing. If it is not necessary, we can go home." Xia Yong said.

Miss Jun smiled and nodded.

"There's no rush. Let's wait until Mrs. Yu comes and collects the money, then we can discuss the next deal," she said.

Yang Jing and Xia Yong both laughed.

"I want to ask about your past." Miss Jun said suddenly.

Yang Jingxia was stunned for a moment.

"I don't ask about my master's past." Miss Jun looked at them, "I know that without Madam Xiao, you wouldn't dare or want to admit that you knew him."

She sighed lightly and put her hand on her forehead. It had been a long time since she had drunk so much and her face was gradually getting drunk.

"I'm asking you," she continued, "what exactly is the Qingshan Army?"

…

"Qingshan Army..."

At this time, in a house in the capital, Uncle Qinghe, wearing a homely round-neck robe, was also twirling his beard and saying.

“I think I’ve heard of it.”

The men sitting in front of him looked surprised.

"Master, do you know?" they said with some joy, "Master, you are indeed very knowledgeable. Master Huang should have asked you earlier."

Qinghebo smiled.

"You're not that knowledgeable, it's just that you've lived longer." He said, frowning slightly, "It seems like it was almost twenty years ago, I vaguely heard someone mention this name in the North."

That was the time when Qinghebo was at his most glorious.

Qinghebo's expression was filled with reminiscence.

However, these men in front of me did not have any common memories, nor were they interested in reminiscing.

"Are they really soldiers?" they could not help asking.

Qinghe Bo frowned for a moment.

"What soldiers?" He sneered. "Volunteers."

Rebel army?

Men know this word.

After years of fighting among the three kingdoms of Daqi, Dajin and Dazhou, the north was in chaos, with bandits everywhere. Many gentry and wealthy families also kept servants. These people were often on the battlefield, fighting each other for power or fighting the Jin people for self-protection. Gradually, they formed a powerful military force that should not be underestimated.

The officers and soldiers of the Great Zhou needed their help in the battle against the Jin people, so they united and incorporated many of these teams, which were called the Yijun.

It turns out that this Qingshan Army is...

But the Earl of Qinghe waved his hands again.

"No, no, they can't be considered as rebels. To put it bluntly, they are just bandits." He continued, raising his eyebrows, "These bandits can't be fully trusted, nor can they be taken seriously. I vaguely remember that they assisted in a major battle, and then there was no news."

shake head.

"A mob of ragtag people. They are probably going back to being bandits again."

…

"The Qingshan Army is not a bandit."

Yang Jing was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Miss Jun and said.

"The Qingshan Army is composed of officers and soldiers."