Miss Jun picked up the tea on the table.

The crisp sound of the tea trays colliding broke the stagnation in the room.

"What happened next?" she continued.

"Later we settled down here in Zhangqing Mountain. My eldest brother told us to do whatever he said, so we started hunting and farming," said Yang Jing.

Miss Jun thought of the tight nets on the mountain, and seemed to see the man walking among them, concentrating and somewhat lonely as he set up the secret passages for hidden weapons.

"Two years later, my eldest brother decided to go look for evidence and witnesses. He said he would be back soon and asked us to wait here," Xia Yong continued.

After saying this, the room fell silent again.

Then, this person never came back, and they waited for him in Zhangqingshan for more than ten years.

No wonder Master's wife was angry. Master left without leaving any news. It was really a bit...

Miss Jun sighed in her heart and put down the teacup in her hand.

"We also tried to look for our eldest brother, but we didn't dare to go too far. We also looked for the government camp, but they not only didn't believe us, but when they heard that we were from Zhuozhou, they said we were spies and arrested one of our brothers." Xia Yong said, his voice a little hoarse, "They asked us to pay money to redeem the person, but we couldn't come up with the money at the moment, and as a result, my brother was tortured in prison and contracted typhoid fever..."

He couldn't continue talking here and turned his head away.

Anyone who could have fought his way out of the siege and survived to this day must have been very brave and powerful. However, he did not die on the battlefield or at the hands of the gold thieves, but died in a prison cell at the hands of his own people.

This is really...

Miss Jun raised her head and let out a breath.

"Let's go have another drink." She clapped her hands and stood up.

…

When Miss Jun staggered back to her residence, swinging her sleeves, it was already dark.

"Sister, I'm going to sleep." Zhao Hanqing yawned and said from behind.

Miss Jun turned around.

"Remember to apply medicine on your face." She said with a smile.

Zhao Hanqing said "oh" and went into the next room.

Miss Jun stood in the corridor and looked at the night sky. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. It was a pleasant spring night. She couldn't help but reach out to hold the corridor column and lean her head against it.

The columns are still cool and feel very comfortable to touch.

"Hello."

A male voice came from the room, sounding a little angry.

Miss Jun leaned against the porch pillar and looked back, and saw a man standing in front of the door, with the light from the house casting a mixture of bright and dark lights on him.

Miss Jun thought about it and looked around.

"I'm not in the wrong place, am I?" she said, leaning her forehead against the pillar and smiling, "Husband, why did I end up here?"

Look at this indecent look!

Zhu Zan gritted his teeth.

"He's actually a drunkard," he said.

Miss Jun giggled.

"No, I don't drink. If I drink and get drunk, the person I want to catch will run away." She said, stretching out her hand as if to grab Zhu Zan who was walking over.

Zhu Zan gritted his teeth for a moment, then reached out, grabbed her shoulders, and carried her into the house.

"Let me ask you, do you have any other news about the capital?" he asked.

"What other news can there be in the capital? It's nothing more than whether he will protect the Duke or harm the Duke." Miss Jun said with a smile, "Why should we be afraid of him? Just take care of it yourself."

Zhu Zan sneered.

"It's easy for you to say that. My father might go to his death," he said.

Miss Jun reached out and grabbed his arm.

"My father is dead," she said. "So what? Should I be afraid and not go?"

Her dad...

Zhu Zan frowned as he looked at the woman who was close to him, and could clearly see the anger and sadness in her eyes.

"...Many people died." Miss Jun continued, grabbing Zhu Zan's arm, "What are we afraid of? Why are we hiding? We have to go!"

She pointed toward the capital again.

"Go to the capital."

"Go make trouble!"

"Go show them what justice is!"

"Go and scare them!"

"Go make their lives miserable!"

Zhu Zan was pulled forward by her and took a step forward. He shook off Miss Jun's hand somewhat embarrassedly.

Look at this crazy look!

"Why should I talk to a drunk like you?" he said unhappily and walked out.

Miss Jun grabbed his arm and was dragged forward by him.

Zhu Zan could have just brushed her off, but he still reached out to grab her to prevent her from falling to the ground.

Miss Jun grabbed his arm and stood up looking at him.

"Zhu Zan," she said seriously, "You can't hide, you can't be afraid, you can't give in, absolutely not, God is fair."

Zhu Zan looked at her. At this moment, her eyes were clear and there was no trace of drunkenness on her face.

Of course not...

"I didn't say I was afraid or hiding." He said unhappily.

As soon as she finished speaking, Miss Jun laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

"That's right, there's nothing to be afraid of." She pointed her finger at the sky, "God is fair. If he doesn't give it to me, I'll go get it. We'll go get it, we'll grab it!"

Zhu Zan's face turned black.

"This drunkard." He said angrily, pulling Miss Jun's hands off his body and pushing her away with his long arms, "Go away."

Miss Jun fell backwards, but fortunately there was a table behind her to stop her.

Zhu Zan walked out in a hurry with a look of disgust, but stopped at the door and looked around, but there was no maid or servant in sight.

"What kind of sneaky things are you doing? You don't even need a servant." Zhu Zan muttered angrily, turned around and saw Miss Jun already sitting on the table, with her legs crossed and her chin resting on her hand as she looked at him.

Seeing him looking at me, I smiled.

Look at this unruly look. Those who worship her as a miracle doctor and a god, do they know her true appearance? They are so scared when they see her.

Zhu Zan turned around and saw that the light was still on in the next room. He knew that the girl who claimed to be his sister lived there, so he went forward and knocked on the door.

"Hey, hey, hey." He shouted, reminding the other person that he was a man.

There was no panic or questioning from inside the door, and the next moment the door was opened.

A man with a dark face and only two shining eyes appeared before him.

"Ah." Zhu Zan was startled and blurted out.

"What for?" Zhao Hanqing asked.

Zhu Zan stared at her face, and after a moment of loss of composure, he returned to normal, as if there was nothing unusual on Zhao Hanqing's face. He stretched out his hand and pointed to Miss Jun's room.

"That guy is drunk, you go and take care of him," he said.

Zhao Hanqing also looked at him.

"I'm busy." She said, "You have nothing to do, right? Go ahead."

Then he closed the door.

Oh my god! Zhu Zan shouted in his heart again, who are these people?

In the dead of night, he was asked by a man to take care of a drunk woman? Was this girl stupid?

No, it's not that I'm stupid, it's that I'm not serious.

Why are all the people who follow her so dishonest?

Zhu Zan stared at the door for a moment and was about to leave, but he turned back angrily.

"Just consider it as paying off my father's debt." He muttered.

…

There was bright light shining on her face. Miss Jun raised her hands to cover her eyes and turned over at the same time. She felt dry mouth and tongue. She closed her eyes and unconsciously reached for the teacup at the bedside but couldn't find it. Water drops fell on her face.

It's cold. Is it raining?

No, she would check the weather in advance and be prepared before camping outdoors. She has not been caught in the rain since she was thirteen.

Miss Jun suddenly opened her eyes and saw Zhu Zan looking down at her from above the bed.

He held the teacup in one hand and was dipping his other hand into it. When he saw her looking at him, he flicked his fingers again.

Miss Jun raised her hand to block it, and the water drops fell on the back of her hand.

"What?" she said, her voice hoarse with hangover.

Then she remembered what had happened, and pressed her forehead with her hand embarrassedly, then looked up at Zhu Zan.

"Just call the maids and servants." She said after thinking for a while.

Zhu Zan smiled coldly.

"It's better for you to hide like this. You still hold the title of the Crown Prince's wife. If you say something indecent when you are drunk, it will bring trouble to our family." he said.

Miss Jun laughed.

Of course she understood Zhu Zan's concern. It was not what he said, but because she did not allow maids and servants to accompany her here on a daily basis, she thought there was some deeper meaning.

In fact, it was just for the convenience of history. After all, these maids and servants would inevitably murmur when they saw the appearance of history.

He actually cared about this small detail and stayed there personally for the whole night.

The smile in Miss Jun's eyes became gentle again.

"Thank you," she said. "You're such a good kid."

The first sentence is normal, but the second sentence becomes inappropriate. Who is he calling a kid?

Zhu Zan made a "Pooh" sound and was about to say something when a soldier poked his head outside the courtyard gate.

"Master, Madam, the Duke asked me to come and tell you that Madam Chengguo has arrived." He said loudly.