Jun Jiuling - Chapter 204

[Chapter 41]

The little cripple’s first few steps were still difficult and crooked, but after a few steps, it was still slow, but he had settled down firmly.

It’s like a child is learning to walk, although it’s not stable for the time being, it doesn’t mean that he can’t walk.

The lame man can’t walk, and he who can walk is not a lame man.

Hu Gui heard the footsteps and turned around.

“Miss Jun, young master.” He hurriedly took it.

Miss Jun declined his help and helped Fang Chengyu out, while Hu Gui was busy leading the carriage again.

“Where’s that?” The

crowd of onlookers whispered and looked into the restaurant.

Zhu Zan stood at the door, facing everyone’s gaze calmly, and looked at the three Miss Jun who were sitting in the carriage.

Miss Jun noticed that she looked over.

Zhu Zan looked at her and smiled slightly.

The facial features are handsome, the smile is bright, and the eyes are like stars.

The people in front of the teahouse were suddenly silent, followed by a low voice of admiration.

This is Zhu Zan. If Duke Cheng is as gentle as jade, then he is as bright as a gem.

Such father and son are not like military generals, but they are both born military generals.

Miss Jun lowered her gaze.

“Let’s go,” she said.

“Let’s go.” Hu Gui said, exaggeratingly waving at the surrounding people, “Let

me go.” He said that he was about to sit on the car while holding onto the car.

Zhu Zan jumped down the steps of the tea house, and reached the front of the car in three steps. He raised his hand and pulled Hu Guihua aside, and sat in the car by himself.

He raised his hand to whistle, and the horse had to move forward without waiting for Lei Zhonglian to swing the whip.

“Hey, you…” Hu Gui shouted in a daze to catch up.

The onlookers laughed, and some people grabbed Hu Gui.

“If you make trouble, everyone will

be together.”

Hu Gui could only watch the carriage go down the street with a look of grievance.

Regarding Zhu Zan’s ride on the carriage, Miss Jun and the three of them did not object. After the horse was urged to move, Lei Zhonglian just gently pulled on the reins to direct the horse’s direction.

Zhu Zan leaned against the car.

“Whose hometown is this?” he asked, in a relaxed and familiar voice.

“Mine.” Miss Jun replied inside.

Zhu Zan snorted.

“No wonder you look like an overlord here, you really are a playboy,” he said.

Miss Jun smiled and said nothing.

But she still remembered that Zhu Zan was a chatterer.

And whether it’s a real chatter or a foolish act, in short, as long as he wants to, he can continue the topic, no matter whether there is an answer or not.

“I just arrived in Runan today, you say it’s a coincidence.”

“What’s the fun in Runan?”

“You guys are fast enough.”

“What are you doing in Yangcheng?”

“Is it just for gambling? ”

Hahahaha. That’s really sorry, it made you lose all your money.”

”

So you went up the mountain to dig for medicinal herbs?

”

At the time, Miss Jun, who was sitting in the carriage, looked at him.

“It’s not lost,” she interrupted him.

Zhu Zan looked back at her.

“Just lost,” he said.

“Then why do you say sorry?” Miss Jun said.

Lei Zhonglian sighed inwardly.

He used to think that Miss Jun’s temper was very good, not as arrogant and unreasonable as everyone described, but now it seems that Miss Jun’s temper is really not very good.

It’s not arrogant and unreasonable, but stubbornness is certain.

She shouldn’t think that this man is really harmless if he just let go of the hand that could kill her.

Then why is she still unable to bear to provoke him?

Zhu Zan looked at her.

“Because I’m a good person, I’m very sympathetic to see others so unlucky.” He said with plastic surgery, “I can’t help but say sorry for the blind God.

” Looking at Miss Jun with some sympathy.

“I hope you don’t feel sad, it’s just a coincidence.”

Miss Jun looked at him.

Some angry, some funny.

How could Duke Cheng raise such a son?

“Yeah, what a coincidence.” She said and smiled.

She lowered her gaze, so she didn’t see a trace of doubt flashing in Zhu Zan’s eyes.

Miss Jun’s concession will naturally not stop the topic.

“You said you grew up in Funing, do you speak the Funing dialect?” he asked suddenly.

Miss Jun doesn’t know if Jun Zhen Zhen can speak Funing dialect, but she will.

Master can speak many dialects. At that time, when I followed Master to look at the map, he almost pointed to the place and said a few words in that accent.

The map naturally includes Funing.

And Miss Jun can never forget it.

She was silent for a moment.

“No.” She said, “My father and mother only speak Mandarin at home.”

Zhu Zan smiled.

“With Henan-flavored Mandarin?” He raised his eyebrows again.

Miss Jun looked at him.

“Young master. Mandarin is originally Henan flavor,” she said.

The old capital was in Kaifeng, but now Nanjing has been the capital for only a few decades.

The court officials in the south have all changed to Nanjing dialect as the official dialect, but many officials in the north still maintain the Kaifeng dialect. One of the reasons is to please Cheng Guogong.

Because Cheng Guogong has always been responsible for recovering lost territory and returning to the old capital.

It doesn’t matter whether Jun Yingwen, an official of the Northern Territory, deliberately pleases Duke Cheng.

At least he himself is from Caizhou, Henan.

Such an answer is the most appropriate.

After Miss Jun finished saying this, she took out the fan and watched the car slowly shake it, not paying attention to the slight change in Zhu Zan’s expression.

“What a coincidence,” he muttered.

Lei Zhonglian couldn’t understand a little, and didn’t know what was the coincidence of Henan-flavored Mandarin.

Miss Jun knew why he said that.

Because of what she said just now, Duke Cheng also said it.

At that time, his father met him in the study, and Duke Cheng answered with a Henan accent.

His father joked that he should still speak the official language.

Because Chengguo Gongben is also from Nanjing.

Cheng Guogong said such a sentence.

At that time, she had already accepted the candied fruit handed over by Duke Cheng Guo, and regarded this man as an immortal, and she firmly remembered what the immortal said.

But this sentence is really a very straightforward sentence. Cheng Guogong said it, but it does not mean that others cannot say it.

Especially Jun Yingwen, an official from Henan.

There is no problem with this answer, it is natural and logical, and it should be answered like this.

“There’s a lot of crookedness in children.” Zhu Zan said, exposing the topic, “Where are your parents? Don’t you let you run wild like this?”

Miss Jun stopped her fan and looked at him.

“My father is very famous, haven’t you heard of it?” she asked.

Zhu Zan sneered.

“There are a lot of famous people, my lord, I…” he said, and then stopped again, looking at Miss Jun with a sigh of relief.

His response was really quick.

Miss Jun thought.

Jun Yingwen is indeed famous, but there are many officials who die in office every year, and he is still a seventh-rank petty official.

For someone of Zhu Zan’s identity, it is indeed unattractive.

The reason why he reacted after this famous two-word reminder shows that he is also a person who never forgets and has complicated information.

For an official, there are few situations of being famous. If you follow this famous reminder, you will naturally find relevant information.

Anyone who has such a smart son will dote on him, and Duke Cheng will be no exception.

“It’s so pitiful.” Zhu Zan looked at her and said sympathetically, “Miss Jun condolences.”

Miss Jun glanced at him and nodded in return.

The carriage also stopped at this moment.

“Young mistress, it’s here.” Lei Zhonglian said.

The rain had stopped, but there were not many people on the street. Lei Zhonglian stepped forward and opened the door.

Zhu Zan also got out of the car and looked around.

“Opening a shop.” He said casually, “What are you opening?”

He said that he had already raised his head and looked at the door plaque, his voice and expression stopped.

“Jiulingtang.” He said slowly, “Jiuling…tang.”

Zhu Zan looked at the plaque and did not move for a while.

“Miss Jiuling.”

A voice came from the side at the same time.

This made him look over in an instant.

An old woman came tremblingly holding an umbrella, and saluted Miss Jun who helped Fang Chengyu enter the door.

“Are you going for a consultation?” Miss Jun said, “Please come in.” After she said that,

she noticed Zhu Zan’s gaze and looked over.

Zhu Zan looked at her.

“Your name is Jiu Ling?” he asked.

Miss Jun smiled.

“Yeah,” she said, turning her head and stepping inside the door.

The old woman happily followed, Lei Zhonglian removed two more door panels, the hall became brighter, and the voices of the voice also made it seem lively.

Zhu Zan was still standing at the door, looking inside the hall and looking at the plaque.

“Jiu Ling.”

He said again, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, then he lowered his head to cover it, and then raised his head to look inside the hall.

“What a goddamn coincidence,” he said.

(To be continued.)

[End of this Chapter]