Jun Jiuling

Miss Jun felt that she should be thinking about something, but in fact she had no idea, and a gust of wind hit at the same time.

"Friend, if you want to see me, just come down and see. Can you see clearly if you stay so far away from me overnight?"

Zhu Zan's voice followed.

Miss Jun only felt a sharp pain in her legs, and she knelt forward uncontrollably.

In front of her were steps that descended step by step, and she fell down just like she fell off the wall of Cheng Guogong's house.

Miss Jun felt that the world was spinning, and with a thud, she was already lying on the ground.

The ground was paved with flat bluestone, and Miss Jun felt like a pancake being slapped on it.

Tears welled up in her eyes immediately.

Sometimes tears are not because you want to cry, but a natural reaction because it hurts too much.

"I'll go! Jin Yiwei's current female nails are at this level?"

Zhu Zan's voice was still yelling in his ears.

"Send the wrong person, shouldn't you be working in a brothel?"

As he talked and approached, Miss Jun didn't get up, she was still lying on the ground, the pain had gradually subsided, and she couldn't get up once she lay down after running all night.

Miss Jun just lay on her stomach and looked at Zhu Zan.

Zhu Zan also saw her face, and his eyes widened immediately, as if he had seen a ghost.

"You?" he said.

Miss Jun looked at him.

"Yeah, what a coincidence," she said.

Zhu Zan looked her up and down, a little stunned and a little laughing.

"It was you who followed this evening?" he said.

Miss Jun wiped her tears with her sleeve and slowly got up.

"You know someone is following you?" she said.

"Of course I know." Zhu Zan said, "But these people are like this. If you beat them up, you have to beat them up, but if they want to follow, you still have to let them follow. Anyway, following along can't help me. This is called hitting a stick." Sweet dates."

Nonsense again.

Miss Jun lowered her gaze.

"This is nonsense. Haven't you heard that good people don't fight lunatics?" Zhu Zan saw her thoughts and said, "Give these lunatics some sweetness, let them feel that they are quite powerful, and it will be convenient for them to do things."

nonsense.

Miss Jun got up and walked to her grave.

My own tomb sounds weird, doesn't it?

"Hey, what are you doing?" Zhu Zan said.

Miss Jun was already standing in front of the tomb, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Nine-year-old princess Kuang Zhi.

She looked at the words on the tombstone, and she could read the contents of the epitaph even with her eyes closed.

She closed her eyes, wanting to feel the complicated emotions, but just after she closed her eyes, a faint strange smell came into her breath.

The offerings of melons and fruits placed in front of the tomb have lost their former fragrance, and the only fresh thing here is that strange flower.

Is the floral fragrance of Northland sand birch like this?

Miss Jun couldn't help opening her eyes.

No, it's not a floral scent, it's a medicinal scent.

Her eyes fell on the stone platform in front of the tombstone. The flowers had been thrown and hung on the tombstone, and the two small bottles and the poured juice still remained.

juice.

What kind of juice is this that can make dead trees spring and dried flowers bloom?

No way…

Miss Jun didn't care about any sorrow for death, so she dipped her hand into the juice and sniffed it between her nose, with an expression of disbelief.

"What is this?" She turned to Zhu Zan and asked.

"Water." Zhu Zan replied straightforwardly.

Miss Jun snorted.

"Is the water in your house like this?" She asked angrily, and she wiped the juice again, "Is this Ziying fairy plant?"

Zhu Zan raised his eyebrows.

"I know you still ask." He said.

Before he finished speaking, Miss Jun had already stepped up in front of him, her head almost hitting his chin.

Zhu Zan backed away with a sigh, and Miss Jun had already reached out to wipe the juice on his clothes.

"This is Ziying fairy plant, do you know how precious it is?" she asked anxiously.

Master took so many years to find one, and she finally came across one, this Zhu Zan!

She just felt angry and anxious but didn't know what to do, so she subconsciously raised her hand and hit him bitterly.

I only regret that I don't have a whip in my hand now.

Zhu Zan dodged twice and twice.

"There's something wrong with you girl." He said, "Of course I know how precious this Ziying fairy plant is, so I don't need you to say it."

Miss Jun stopped and looked at him bitterly.

"You know you're still such a mess!" she shouted.

Zhu Zan frowned.

"Waste?" He sneered, full of disdain, "Just because your so-called precious is useless, is it a waste? Your so-called precious is the use of your precious, but to me, this is the most precious use."

Miss Jun looked back at the flowers on the tombstone. They were no longer as fresh and tender as before, and gradually turned gray and dry under the morning light.

"Just this broken flower..." She pointed and said.

Before finishing speaking, Zhu Zan interrupted.

"None of your business." He said, turned around and left.

Miss Jun gritted her teeth angrily.

"You don't go," she yelled.

Zhu Zan turned his head and pointed at her, without the smile on his face.

"I don't care who you are, and I don't ask why you follow me again. You'd better not mess with me again." He said coldly, "Where is your turn to talk about high and low, don't forget that your life is to use this herb In exchange, you feel that I have spoiled you, so is your life that cheap?"

After being scolded by him by pointing at his nose, Miss Jun calmed down even though she was a little ashamed.

Her emotions fluctuated too much.

Suddenly saw his own tomb, and saw Zhu Zan, who had never met before, presenting flowers in front of his tomb, and found that Ziying Xianzhu was actually used for such a thing.

With everything colliding, she really couldn't control her emotions.

Miss Jun clenched her hands to calm herself down.

"Zhu Shizi, that's not what I mean." She said in a moderate tone, "I...not for Ziying Xianzhu, it is indeed yours, how you want to use it is up to you."

Zhu Zan glanced at her and muttered something, as if surprised by the change in her expression.

"That's good," he said, turning around and leaving.

"Zhu Shizi." Miss Jun shouted again hastily, "Why did you come to the capital? You, do you know this Jiuling Princess?"

Zhu Zan didn't turn his head back, and just ran away when he heard it.

This bastard!

Miss Jun raised her foot and chased after her.

"Why are you running!" she shouted, her temper came up again, "stop for me."

But if she really wanted to run, how could she be Zhu Zan's opponent? Her leg had just fallen heavily, and the people in her sight were getting farther and farther away.

The morning light was brighter, and because it was close to the capital, there were gradually more people walking on the road. They all stared in surprise when they saw Miss Jun, who was running panting and somewhat embarrassed.

Miss Jun ignored these gazes, gritted her teeth and continued to run forward. Even though the smell of herbs had dissipated a lot, and the increase of pedestrians and horses on the road diluted the smell of herbs, she was still able to reluctantly pursue them.

I saw the city gate in front of me. Unlike the past, there was a long queue in front of the city gate. Countless officers and soldiers and guards in flying fish suits stood in front of the city gate, searching the crowd with serious expressions.

It's checking Zhu Zan.

Miss Jun looked at the shadowy figure in front of her, feeling a little puzzled.

How is he going to get into town?

This is different from the night, being fooled by him, these people are now vigilant.

Wouldn't it be a good time to catch one when entering the city?

Even if you want to find someone to protect you, you have to find another chance.

Miss Jun saw Zhu Zan standing behind the queue.

See what tricks he has.

Miss Jun gritted her teeth and hurried to catch up. As soon as she got close, Zhu Zan in the crowd suddenly raised her hand impatiently.

"Come on, please?" he cried, pushing forward.

The crowd at the front and back, who were already anxious because of the queuing, became a little agitated.

"what are you doing?"

"Squeeze what!"

"Hurry up to reincarnate, grandson!"

Curses erupted from the crowded crowd.

This made the whole city gate into chaos.

Zhu Zan still squeezed forward.

"You grandsons, let me go first, and you can pass freely." He said.

This remark caused everyone to scold even more.

The officers and soldiers in front of the city gate began to yell and ran towards this side at the same time.

Could it be possible to run in while in disorder?

With so many officers, soldiers, guards and people, it was not easy to fight.

Miss Jun couldn't help but clenched her hands tightly.

However, Zhu Zan, who was surrounded and pushed by the crowd, did not take out his weapon, but raised his hand suddenly.

"I am Zhu Zan!" he shouted, "I am the son of Duke Cheng! Come and arrest me!"

Miss Jun was stunned.