Miss Jun smiled and looked at the list thrown aside.

The list was stained with blood. She stopped smiling, sighed lightly, took off her shawl and wrapped Zhu Zan's wound with it.

"Whoever wants your things, take them away." Zhu Zan said unhappily.

Miss Jun smiled.

"Would you like a drink?" she said.

Zhu Zan, who had been muttering to himself, immediately turned around, his eyes lighting up.

"Drink it." He said, looking at Miss Jun with some confusion.

He seemed a little skeptical that she brought wine.

Miss Jun smiled, turned around, took out a small wine bottle from the medicine box and shook it at him.

Zhu Zan supported himself on the bed and tried to get up.

"This is what detectives should take. Those bastards just dithered like women and didn't take the things they should take." He said, "You are of some use."

Miss Jun had already squatted down in front of him and brought the nine bottles of wine to his mouth.

Zhu Zan took two sips from her hand, exhaled a sigh of relief, and leaned forward again to signal for more drinking.

Miss Jun passed the bottle over.

"Is it because of me that you do this?" she said suddenly.

Zhu Zan spat out a mouthful of wine.

"Pah." He coughed and glared, "You really think highly of yourself."

Otherwise it's just too coincidental.

She thought about it carefully, but could not find any reasonable reason for Zhu Zan to do this.

Because no matter how you think about it, Zhu Zan's action was totally inappropriate. He shouldn't be such a thoughtless person.

The only surprise was that I was there at the time.

And she wants Mr. Huang to die.

Although he would not be killed on the spot, he would die if delayed for a few days.

Of course, the consequences of doing so would be terrible. First of all, although saving Mr. Huang is what a doctor should do, Mr. Huang is notorious, and the bravery of the girl from the Wan family is heartbreaking, and her reputation would be somewhat damaged. Furthermore, if Mr. Huang died, Lu Yunqi and the Huang family would definitely not let her go.

This is really a difficult situation.

But she still wanted to do it.

As a result, the horse got frightened and trampled Mr. Huang to death.

Of course she didn't believe it was really a coincidence.

Miss Jun looked at him without saying anything.

Zhu Zan reached out and took the bottle, then took another sip.

"I must make him die," he said, "because if he doesn't die, my father will have to die too."

Duke Cheng?

Miss Jun looked at him in surprise.

"In the past two years, many people have impeached my father," Zhu Zan said, "saying how arrogant we are."

At this point he pouted.

"What nonsense! We are such honest people."

Miss Jun laughed.

Honest man, you dare to hit the prince at such a young age. You are really not an honest man. You are indeed arrogant enough.

"I didn't realize that," she said.

"You are blind." Zhu Zan sneered.

Miss Jun smiled but said nothing.

"In short, they just don't like what my father did in the North." Zhu Zan continued with a cold smile, "and they are all greedy and afraid of death."

Duke Cheng is such a good man, and he guards the north and blocks the invasion of the Jin people. He is so powerful and has such high achievements, but how come there are so many people who dislike him?

Why?

"Someone wants to abandon the six counties north of Zhending." Zhu Zan said.

The six counties north of Zhending?

Miss Jun stood up in surprise.

"That's impossible," she said. "It was hard to get it back."

Zhu Zan smiled, with a sarcastic expression on his haggard face.

"It's easy for them," he said. "They are not the ones fighting, bleeding and dying. It's not that hard."

Miss Jun was silent.

"In their eyes, they only saw that the Jin people were constantly invading because of these six counties," Zhu Zan continued, "so for them, these six counties were not an honor, but a trouble. Since they were troubles, they simply gave them up and gained peace of mind."

Are these people crazy? They actually want to negotiate with the Jin people? It would be fine if they negotiated, but they also want to give up six counties.

"Have you forgotten how the emperor died and how the capital fell?" Miss Jun said.

It took a lot of effort to swallow back the article about how my great-grandfather died that was about to enter my mouth, and I almost bit my tongue.

Zhu Zan took a sip of wine.

"The merchant girl knows nothing of the sorrow of losing her country. She only sees smoke enveloping the cold water and the moon enveloping the sand. She only likes to moor at Qinhuai River near a tavern at night and sing the song of "Hou Ting Hua" across the river," he said.

After hearing him speak of a poem like this, Miss Jun didn't know whether she should be sad or happy. She sighed lightly, reached out to take another pot of wine from the medicine box, thought for a moment, and then raised her head to take a sip.

"Those impeachment memorials were basically collected and instigated by Huang," Zhu Zan said, "The Zhending Zhou family was also framed by him."

Zhou family?

Miss Jun looked even more surprised.

"The imperial court often lacks military pay for the north, and it is subsidized by the Zhou family and other local gentry. In order to suppress my father and intimidate these local gentry, the Huang family did not hesitate to invite the Jin people into Zhending..." Zhu Zan continued.

Before she finished speaking, Miss Jun stood up in shock.

"What?" she blurted out.

She had been calm and collected, laughing but rarely frightened like this.

It can be seen how frightened she was by this incident.

Anyone who hears this will be horrified.

Zhu Zan looked at the wine bottle in his hand and twitched the corner of his mouth.

"What an absurd and shocking thing," he said. "For their own selfishness, they did not hesitate to invite wolves into the house, causing so many people to be killed. Those are the people, the people who believe that they are their parents."

As he spoke, he tilted his head back and took a sip of wine, and the rest of his words were swallowed along with the wine.

"Shouldn't we kill this kind of person?" he said.

Miss Jun looked at him. Zhu Zan's expression was vague in the dim cell. Coupled with the pain and torture, his face was haggard and his beard was untidy, which concealed his handsomeness. The usual sarcasm and unruliness on his face were also drowned out, making him look a little haggard instead.

He followed the army since he was young and had acquired excellent kung fu skills, which were definitely not acquired through a life of luxury.

Killing enemies on the battlefield, traveling thousands of miles to avoid pursuit alone, I don’t know what kind of daily life it takes to be so skilled.

Everyone says that Duke Cheng is tyrannical with his wife and children in the north, but if he really wants to enjoy life, he should keep his wife and children in the capital.

He was no more than twenty-two or twenty-three years old, but he was not as carefree as other young people of that age. He was burdened with too much.

Country, people, responsibilities, and concern for King Huai.

Just for King Huai, he did a lot for her.

Although he said that killing Mr. Huang was his doing, if she had not been there, in order to avoid her involvement, he would have had a safer way and a more appropriate time to do it.

Miss Jun sat cross-legged on the ground, tilted her head back and took a big sip of wine, which made her cough a few times.

I haven't drunk like this for a long time, and I'm not used to it yet.

Zhu Zan looked at her with contempt.

"If you can't drink, what can you drink?" he said.

Miss Jun didn't say anything, just drank slowly. Zhu Zan also stopped talking, finished the wine in the bottle, and licked his lips as if he was not satisfied.

"Why so little?" he said, "Anything else?"

Looking at the bottle of wine in Miss Jun's hand, I couldn't help but reach out.

"Don't drink anymore." Miss Jun smiled and dodged to the side, drinking the rest of the wine in one gulp. She then took the hand he extended and stood up.

Zhu Zan screamed again.

"Don't do anything to me," he shouted.

Miss Jun laughed and threw the bottle to the ground.

"The medicine I gave you is enough to keep you going for a while." She said, looking at Zhu Zan, "I'm leaving now. I hope we'll see each other again in the future."

Zhu Zan rolled his eyes at her.

"Who among you, a doctor, is willing to see you?" he said.

Miss Jun laughed, waved at him, picked up the medicine box and turned to leave without saying anything else.