It was a baby-faced June day. A gust of wind blew and thunder rumbled, and the team walking on the road immediately became a little busy and chaotic.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Someone in the team shouted loudly.

"Should we hurry forward and find a place to shelter from the rain, or set up a tent on the spot to avoid the rain?" someone asked loudly.

"You are stupid. There is no village or shop within ten miles. It is a wilderness. Where can you take shelter from the rain?" said the person who came earlier.

"Then set up the tent." Someone answered.

"Are you stupid? Why are you setting up a tent? This is just a passing cloud and rain, it will be gone in a while." The man shouted again.

The senior manager couldn't bear to listen any longer and looked at the team whose horses' hooves were twitching in place as they tried to move forward and backward.

"Sir, what exactly do we need to do quickly?" he asked.

Zhu Zan in front turned around and picked up a bundle from the horse's back.

"Hurry up and put on your raincoat." He raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't we have everything? Why are you asking?"

Then you just tell them to put on the raincoat quickly, and shout like that, making everyone panic.

The senior manager looked at him and smacked his lips.

"Do I need to say this? Isn't this something everyone knows?"

Zhu Zan said as he put on his raincoat in no time.

"Have you ever walked here? Are you guards? You didn't just hire them casually, did you?"

"How much did you pay for these people?"

"Are you being taken advantage of again?"

"Even if you have money, you can't waste it like this."

The senior manager couldn't bear to listen any longer, so he turned around and called for his raincoat, and finally managed to get away.

Although a heavy rain was about to come and the mountain breeze was cool, the senior manager still reached out to touch his forehead and face and wiped off the sweat.

"Where did you invite him?" an attendant came forward and asked in a low voice. "Is it okay? Have you been listening to him all the way?"

The senior manager hissed twice.

"Listen." He said, and then glanced at the man whose majestic figure could not be concealed even by the raincoat on the horse.

"I spent 12,000 silver dollars. It's a waste if I don't use it."

The last sentence was spoken to himself and his followers did not hear it.

"However, this guy is okay, and his arrangements are good. We traveled quickly and easily." The attendant said. "There is only one bad thing, he talks too much."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Zhu Zan shouting again.

"High management."

The followers shrink their heads and give the high-ranking officials a sympathetic look.

The senior manager put the rain sheet on himself, turned around, and responded with a smile while urging his horse to go over.

"Your son..." he said.

Zhu Zan raised his hand.

"That's why I asked you to come and talk to me about this." He said, "Don't call me Young Master Ling anymore. It sounds like you're calling me my son."

The senior manager looked very depressed and had a strange expression on his face.

But your last name is Ling, don't you want people to call you Young Master Ling now? And don't want people to call you Lord Ling, Master Ling, etc. in the future?

"Then how do you address me, young master?" he asked.

Zhu Zan thought about it.

"Call me Ninth Young Master," he said.

The senior manager nodded.

"Yes, yes. All right." He said, "Ninth Young Master."

As he said this, there was a burst of thunder and heavy rain began to fall.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Zhu Zan said, putting on his hat. He urged his horse forward, "Everyone, be alert, close your eyes. Urge your horse to a slow pace."

The senior manager breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ten thousand taels is not a small amount, but the grace of saving my life is even more valuable." He said to himself. "Let's quarrel, but the other person doesn't think it's worth quarreling, so what should I be afraid of?"

As he spoke, he pulled up his hat and joined the team in the crackling rain.

Just as Zhu Zan said, it was just a passing cloud and rain, and it stopped soon.

Lei Zhonglian shook the reins with one hand and took off his hat with the other to shake off the rain. A horse approached and Zhu Zan jumped onto the carriage before Lei Zhonglian looked over.

His horse followed the car noisily.

"The journey was not fast."

Miss Jun's voice was heard from inside the car, and the curtain was opened at the same time.

Compared to the light and shabby carriage they had come in, this carriage was spacious and luxurious, equipped with several tea tables, an incense burner, and even a small bookshelf.

Fang Chengyu leaned on the brocade cushion, fanning himself in his hand and looking out of the car through the rolled-up bamboo curtain, looking happy and relaxed.

Miss Jun was also holding a fan in her hand, waving it gently while talking to Zhu Zan.

The journey is not fast, is this a complaint?

"Blame me?" Zhu Zan said unhappily, holding out his hand, "Tea, tea."

Miss Jun reached back, and Fang Chengyu, who was sitting leaning against the table, had stood up to pour tea and handed the cup to her at the same time Zhu Zan opened his mouth.

Miss Jun took the teacup and handed it to Zhu Zan, who tilted his head back and poured the tea into the cup in one gulp.

"It's all because of you," he continued, throwing the teacup away.

Miss Jun reached out and caught it.

"Why wait until now? These days are just the right time to travel this difficult road." Zhu Zan said, "If you had set out on May 23 as I said, you would have arrived in Huaiqing Prefecture by now."

"We agreed to have a one-month consultation. How can you go back on your word?" Miss Jun said. "It would be bad to be thought of as boasting."

"Yes, we have money and can afford it." Fang Chengyu also said, "A promise is worth a thousand gold."

Zhu Zan turned around and pouted outside the car.

"Wouldn't it be the same if you just threw the money to them, or threw it to other doctors or pharmacies and let them look at it and take it?" he said.

"How can it be the same?" Miss Jun said, "Other doctors can never compare with me."

Zhu Zan groaned.

“I didn’t notice it,” he said. “You’re quite narcissistic.”

Who is narcissistic? Lei Zhonglian glanced at him.

Zhu Zan also looked at him.

"Uncle," he said, "you really owe me a lot of money."

Miss Jun waved her fan and smiled slightly, looking at Zhu Zan with some emotion.

"Have you been in the North all these years?" she asked.

"Where else would I go except to the North?" Zhu Zan said, leaning against the carriage, swinging his long legs that were almost touching the ground.

Probably after fighting with the Emperor's twelfth uncle, he never came to Beijing again. After all, he was a troublemaker.

I don’t know how Duke Cheng has been doing these years.

"Is your father all right?" she asked.

"Very good." Zhu Zan said, looking at the sky after it was washed by water.

"Have you recovered from your winter cough?" Miss Jun couldn't help but ask again.

Zhu Zan turned his head and looked at her with bright eyes.

"It seems that you really care about my father," he said.

Miss Jun smiled.

“Those of us who live in the North and are under his protection care about him,” she said.

Zhu Zan chuckled twice and glanced at her again.

What are you looking at? You will never guess who I am no matter how much you look at me, Miss Jun couldn't help but think with a little trepidation, facing Zhu Zan's gaze and smiling slightly.

"Don't look at me so admiringly, look at your little husband." Zhu Zan said and turned his eyes to look forward.

The wilderness ahead gradually emerged, and mountains and forests appeared.

Miss Jun smiled and was about to speak when Zhu Zan suddenly jumped off the carriage.

"Stop," he said.

Lei Zhonglian pulled the reins, and the horse raised its hooves and fell down, motionless.

The teams in front and behind were somewhat confused by his shouting. Some stopped, while others took a few steps forward before stopping.

What's wrong with this aunt?

The senior manager hurried over on horseback.

"Mr. Nine, what do you want me to do for you?" he asked.

Zhu Zan looked ahead.

"It's not peaceful ahead," he said.

Things are not going smoothly ahead?

Everyone looked over.

Because of the heavy rain just now and the fact that we were in the wilderness, there was no one to be seen. There was only the lush green and tranquility after the rain, which was refreshing.

Occasionally, a bird would fly by in the sky, chirping.

"How's it going ahead?" the senior manager asked loudly.

There were scouts ahead, and following the shouts, several horses galloped forward, and soon a bunch of fireworks lit up in the forest ahead.

This is an agreed-upon sign of peace.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Nine, look, we've checked and everything is fine." The senior manager said with a amiable look on his face.

Zhu Zan kept folding his arms and looking forward. Although his expression was still relaxed, his eyes were focused.

"I think something is wrong," he said.

"How did you know that?" asked the senior manager.

"Intuition." Zhu Zan said.

This statement caused a slight commotion around them.

This person has gone through a lot of trouble along the way. The previous ones are okay, and they are indeed a good way to travel, but what does intuition matter now?

"Don't look down on the intuition of a woodcutter." Zhu Zan said with a smile on his face.