Jun Jiuling

The little cripple's first few steps were still very difficult and crooked. After a few steps, although he was still slow, he had already settled down firmly.

It's like a child is learning to walk. Although he still can't walk stably for the time being, it doesn't mean he won't walk.

A cripple can't walk, and a cripple is not a cripple if he can walk.

Hu Gui turned his head when he heard footsteps.

"Miss Jun, Master." He hurriedly took it.

Miss Jun declined his help, and helped Fang Chengyu go out, while Hu Gui went to lead the carriage again.

"Where's that one?"

The onlookers discussed in low voices and looked into the teahouse.

Zhu Zan stood at the door, facing everyone's eyes with a calm expression, and looked at the three Miss Jun who were sitting in the carriage.

Miss Jun noticed the eyes looking over.

Zhu Zan looked at her and smiled slightly.

His facial features are handsome, his smile is bright, and his eyes are like stars.

The people in front of the teahouse were suddenly silent, and then there was a low voice of admiration and amazement.

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

Such father and son are neither 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, waving his hands at the surrounding people exaggeratedly, "Let's go."

He said he was going to sit on the car while holding on to it.

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

He raised his hand and whistled, before Lei Zhonglian could shake his whip, the horse had to move forward.

"Hey you..." Hu Gui shouted in a daze to catch up.

The onlookers all laughed, and some people grabbed Hu Gui.

"What trouble do you make, people are together."

Hu Gui could only watch the carriage go along the street with an aggrieved expression.

Miss Jun and the three of them did not object to Zhu Zan getting into the carriage. After the horse was urged to move around, Lei Zhonglian just gently pulled the reins to direct the horse to walk.

Zhu Zan leaned against the car.

"Whose hometown is this?" he asked with a relaxed and familiar tone.

"Mine." Miss Jun replied inside.

Zhu Zan snorted.

"No wonder you act like an overlord here, you really are a playboy." He said.

Miss Jun smiled and did not speak.

However, she still remembered that Zhu Zan was a chatterbox, no matter if it was a chatterbox for real or pretending to be crazy, in short, as long as he wanted to, he could continue the conversation, no matter whether there was anyone to answer or not.

"I just arrived in Runan today, what do you think is a coincidence?"

"What's so interesting about you in Runan?"

"You're fast enough."

"What are you doing in Yangcheng?"

"Is it just for gambling?"

"Hahahaha, I'm really sorry, it made you lose everything."

"So go up the mountain to dig medicinal materials?"

"Hahahaha, I'm really sorry, you almost fell to death and lost the herb."

When he heard this, Miss Jun, who was sitting in the carriage, looked at him.

"It's not lost." She interrupted him.

Zhu Zan looked back at her.

"It's just lost," he said.

"Then why do you say I'm sorry?" Miss Jun said.

Lei Zhonglian sighed inwardly. He used to think that Miss Jun had a good temper and was not as rude and unreasonable as everyone described, but now it seems that Miss Jun's temper is really not very good.

Arrogant and unreasonable is not really counted, but stubbornness is certain.

She shouldn't think that this man is really harmless after letting go of the hand that could kill her just now.

Then why on earth she still couldn't bear to provoke him?

Zhu Zan looked at her.

"Because I'm a kind person, I sympathize with other people when they are so unlucky." He said after plastic surgery, "I can't help but say sorry for the blind God."

Speaking of which, he really looked at Miss Jun with some sympathy.

"I hope you don't feel sad, this kind of thing is just a coincidence."

Miss Jun looked at him, a little angry and a little funny.

How did Cheng Guogong raise such a son?

"Yeah, what a coincidence." She said with a smile.

She lowered her gaze, so she didn't see the doubt flashing in Zhu Zan's eyes.

Miss Jun's retreat naturally wouldn't stop the conversation.

"You said you grew up in Funing, do you know the Funing dialect?" He asked suddenly.

Miss Jun doesn't know if Jun Zhenzhen can speak Funing dialect, but she can.

The master speaks many dialects. At that time, he followed the master to look at the map, and he almost said a few words of the accent wherever he went.

Funing is naturally included on the map.

And Miss Jun can never forget.

She was silent for a moment.

"No." She said, "My father and mother only speak official Chinese at home."

Zhu Zan smiled.

"Mandarin with a Henan flavor?" He raised his eyebrows again.

Miss Jun looked at him.

"My lord, the official dialect is originally from Henan," she said.

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

The court officials in the south have changed to Nanjing dialect as their official dialect, but many officials in the north still maintain the Kaifeng dialect. This is mainly because they want to please Cheng Guogong.

Because Cheng Guogong has always taken the task of regaining the lost land and returning to the old capital.

Regardless of whether Jun Yingwen, an official from the Northland, deliberately curry favor with Duke Cheng, at least he is from Caizhou, Henan.

This kind of answer is the most appropriate with emotion and reason.

After Miss Jun finished speaking, she took the fan and looked at the outside of the car slowly shaking, not paying attention to the slight change in Zhu Zan's expression.

"What a coincidence." He muttered.

Lei Zhonglian couldn't understand, and she didn't know the coincidence of Henan-style Mandarin.

Miss Jun knew why he said it was a coincidence.

Because what she said just now, Cheng Guogong also said.

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

His father joked that he should speak the official language, because Mr. Cheng Guo was originally from Nanjing.

Cheng Guogong said such a sentence.

At that time, she had already received the candied fruit from Cheng Guogong, and regarded this man as a god, and she firmly remembered what the god said.

But this sentence is really a very straightforward sentence. Cheng Guogong said it, but it doesn't mean that others can't say it.

Especially Jun Yingwen, an official from Henan.

There is nothing wrong with this answer, and it is a matter of course, so it should be answered like this.

"Children are quite unreasonable." Zhu Zan said, exposing the topic, "Where are your parents? I don't care if you let you be so tyrannical?"

Miss Jun stopped her fan and looked at him.

"My father is very famous, haven't you heard of it?" she asked.

Zhu Zan snorted and laughed.

"There are a lot of famous people, young master, I..." He said, stopped at this point, looked at Miss Jun and said "Oh."

His response is really fast.

Miss Jun thought about it.

Jun Yingwen is indeed famous, but many officials die every year in office, and he is still a junior official of the seventh rank.

For someone of Zhu Zan's status, it really wouldn't catch the eye.

The reason why he reacted immediately after being reminded by the famous word is that he is also a person with a long-term memory and a complicated grasp of information.

It is rare for an official to be famous. If you follow this famous reminder, you will naturally find relevant information.

Anyone who has such a smart son will spoil and pamper him a little bit, and Cheng Guogong is no exception.

"It's so pitiful." Zhu Zan looked at her and said sympathetically, "My condolences to Miss Jun."

Miss Jun glanced at him and nodded in return.

The carriage also stopped at this moment.

"Young Mistress, we're here." Lei Zhonglian said.

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

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

"Open a shop." He said casually, "What are you opening?"

As he spoke, he raised his head to look at the door plaque, his voice paused, and so did his expression.

"Jiu Ling Tang." He read slowly, "Jiu Ling... Tang."

Zhu Zan looked at the plaque and didn't move for a while.

"Miss Jiuling."

A voice also came from the side at the same time.

This made him stare blankly for a moment.

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

"Do you want to ask a doctor?" Miss Jun said, "Come in, please."

After she finished speaking, she noticed Zhu Zan's gaze and looked over.

Zhu Zan looked at her.

"Your name is Jiu Ling?" He asked.

Miss Jun smiled.

"Yes." She said, then turned her head and stepped into the door.

The old lady happily followed her in, Lei Zhonglian removed two more door panels, the hall became brighter, and the voices of voices came to seem lively.

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

"Nine ages."

He read again, a complex expression flashed in his eyes, he immediately lowered his head to hide it, and then raised his head to look into the hall.

"What a fucking coincidence," he said.