Jun Jiuling

Miss Jun frowned slightly, as if she was very displeased with his words.

"What are you doing? He's not in good health yet, so don't bully him," she said.

"What did I bully him for?" Zhu Zan glared even more.

Fang Chengyu gently shook Miss Jun's hand.

"My brother didn't bully me." He said, "My brother wants to teach me how to keep fit. I don't know if I can learn it, so I ask you."

Zhu Zan looked at Fang Chengyu.

"You little brat, you're really cunning. I didn't offend you, did I? Why do you hate me?" He said, "Now pretend to be a good person, what's the reason for being wronged just now?"

"Okay." Miss Jun interrupted him with a frown, "You can't learn now, your body doesn't take a day or two to be weak, and it doesn't take a day or two to strengthen your body. When you get better, I will There are also many ways to keep fit.”

Fang Chengyu laughed and nodded.

"Okay, okay." He said, and nodded sincerely to Zhu Zan, "Then thank you for your kindness, brother, I can't learn it yet."

"Let's go, it's time to take medicine and get ready for sleep," Miss Jun said.

After finishing speaking, he saluted Zhu Zan, Fang Chengyu also said goodbye politely, and was turned around and walked forward with Miss Jun holding his arm.

"The children go to bed so early." Zhu Zan leaned on the pillar and pointed at the sky, shaking his head and sighing, "What a waste of life."

Miss Jun and Fang Chengyu had already walked in and ignored him.

When Zhu Zan turned his head, Lei Zhonglianchu was watching him in the courtyard in the dark.

"Big friend, why don't you go to sleep? Don't waste your life." Zhu Zan said, raising his eyebrows again, "Also, I know I'm pretty, but don't stare at me all the time. If you look at me again, you'll pay for it." .”

Is this person really short of money?

Why can anything be exchanged for money?

Is he a money stringer?

If you really give him money, will he really want it? Then let me just watch it?

Lei Zhonglian couldn't help thinking.

"certainly."

Seeing through his thoughts, Zhu Zan, who was leaning against the porch pillar, smiled, and the lantern swaying in the night wind shone on his white teeth.

"I'm a woodcutter, and I keep my word. Those who want to see me, pay the money, and I really let them see enough. If you don't believe me, go ask about it."

What does this have to do with woodcutters?

Could it be that woodcutters can still make a living in this way?

But what's so good about a woodcutter?

Also, let him inquire, he doesn't even know who he is.

This man seemed careless, but he was actually very cunning. As Miss Jun said, he wanted to confirm their identities, and also to prevent his identity and whereabouts from being leaked.

You can leave when he is relieved.

Then wait.

Lei Zhonglian pointed to a room.

"That's the guest room." He said in a muffled voice, and before Zhu Zan could speak, he bowed his head and hurried to the front hall.

He slept in the lobby of the front hall, and did not strictly guard Fang Chengyu and Miss Jun's bedrooms, because Miss Jun said that the place where she slept at night would be dangerous, and she would not be able to save him if he was accidentally injured.

Although Lei Zhonglian couldn't imagine how dangerous it was, she knew she wasn't lying. Ever since she left the house, she never left Fang Chengyu and kept her by her side all the time.

Rather than saying that he was a guard, the real guard was Miss Jun.

How could he be so sure if he hadn't been confident.

Lei Zhonglian turned over on the bed.

However, why did Miss Jun say that if he is in trouble and we are in trouble, then we don't have to worry about it? Does this mean that it is a good thing that he is in trouble?

And what trouble do we have?

These things made Lei Zhonglian's mind a little confused, he shook his head to get rid of these messy things.

Don't understand these things, but he understands another sentence that Miss Jun said, don't worry.

Lei Zhonglian turned over again, closed her eyes and fell asleep calmly.

The night was dark, but suddenly there was a bang and a man complaining, it was obvious that the person in the guest room was tossing.

Lei Zhonglian didn't open her eyes, the noisy voices gradually fell silent, the night was dark, occasionally the night insects murmured, everything returned to tranquility.

The night does not distinguish between rich and poor, high and low, covering the entire earth.

But there are many people on the earth who have not fallen asleep.

A town with lights on at the end of the street looks lonely in the summer night.

It was a supper stall, mainly for the guards and soldiers patrolling the city to relieve their fatigue and hunger. The food stall was very simple, with only two pots, one pot of spicy soup and one pot of mutton stewed noodles. The bubbling and bubbling in the night exudes a seductive aroma.

At this time, there was only one man guarding the stall, looking thin, sitting by the stove with his head down and dozing off.

At this time, two watchmen walked over talking and laughing, greeting them as usual.

"Old Tiantou, old rules." One of them said.

The other person had already placed the drum on the table, while shaking his sleeves to fan the wind.

"... What did the woodcutter say when you saw him..." He continued the previous conversation.

Just when these words fell, a gust of fierce wind hit, and at the same time, a hand pressed down on his shoulder.

"Old Tian, ​​what are you doing..." the watchman turned his head and said in displeasure, and then the words stopped abruptly, because the hand had already reached his throat.

"You, who are you?" Another person also looked over and stammered.

Under the light of the wind lamp hanging from the shed, this night vendor is not the benevolent old man they are familiar with.

This is a very charitable and ordinary face that you won't take a second look at when you throw it in the crowd, and you won't remember it after seeing it.

"Which woodcutter?" he asked.

The two watchmen also came back to their senses, and immediately became anxious, afraid and panicked.

"Who are you?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Where's old man Tian?"

"Killer."

They screamed and waved their hands.

But this man pressed them on the table with one hand and one person, but this movement was very conspicuous in the night, just as a group of soldiers patrolling the city passed by, surrounded them hurriedly and pointed their knives and guns at the man.

"Who are you?" the leading soldier shouted.

The man turned slightly to one side, raised his arms and turned his waist towards them.

"A man on an errand." He said calmly.

Running errands?

The soldiers were stunned, their eyes fell on the man's waist, an embroidered spring knife was protruding from under the clothes, and the expressions of all the soldiers changed suddenly.

"So it's the adults." The leader hurriedly said respectfully, but his expression was a little puzzled, and he looked at the man, "My little eyes are clumsy, I didn't recognize the adults..."

If it belonged to the local Jinyi Guards, it is impossible for them not to recognize it, but this one in front of them is very unfamiliar.

"From the capital." The man said, stepping on the stool with his legs up.

This action caused his robe to be lifted, revealing a waist card hanging inside it.

The leading soldier glanced carefully, and immediately took a few steps back.

"Adults are on errands, quickly avoid them." He straightened up and said.

Before they could speak, the soldiers put away their swords and guns and retreated as if flying.

The question-and-answer man kept holding the two watchmen hostage, and the two watchmen didn't even have time to speak out, and in a blink of an eye, there were only three of them left in the thatched shed here.

Although the question and answer did not reveal the identity of the other party, the two watchmen also saw the Xiuchun knife exposed by the man and the hanging waist card. The waist card could not be seen clearly, but Xiuchun knife recognized it. The two watchmen Immediately did not dare to shout.

Ancestors, how did they mess with these ancestors?

The two of them limp and were about to cry.

"Just a question, please speak well." The man said in a calm tone all the time, "What kind of person is a woodcutter?"

Woodcutter?

The two watchmen were a little confused when asked.

"My lord is looking for firewood?" One stammered boldly, "They all live in the countryside, and they will come to the city to sell firewood in the early morning..."

"Have any strangers called themselves woodcutters recently?" the man asked slowly after examining them.

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