Jun Jiuling

Having been here for a few days, Miss Jun knew that these people worked hard, and children were no exception.

She can meet them every morning and evening when she goes down the mountain.

It's just that she didn't pay attention to how they worked, so it was like this.

Miss Jun stood up and looked at these people carefully.

The sound of the bangzi became more and more intensive, and the movements of the scattered people became faster and faster. With the shortness of the sound of the bangzi, men, women and children with companions around them fought against each other.

This scene lasted for a long time, until the sound of clappers stopped, everyone stopped their movements, moved their hands and feet, and continued to work with the farm tools in their hands. Everything was calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Have you always done this?" Miss Jun said suddenly.

Yang Jing, who was standing behind her, was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent again.

The eldest brother is smart and picky, so the disciples he recruits are naturally extremely smart, and it is only natural to find him behind him.

"We are officers and soldiers, so of course we must practice without slacking off." He said.

Now that he said he was an officer and soldier, Miss Jun would not think it was a joke.

"Where are you officers and soldiers?" She turned around and asked, "Master too? Then why are you here again? Master and why..."

Yang Jing lowered his eyes and interrupted her.

"Miss Jun, I don't know your master, and I don't know about your master," he said.

Miss Jun looked at him and sighed.

"Uncle Yang, don't be like this." She said, "If there's anything you can talk about, can't you talk about it?"

Yang Jing laughed suddenly, but it was a bit like crying.

"Yes." He said, "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it, okay?"

Is this an answer or a rhetorical question? Answer her, or ask someone?

Looking at him, Miss Jun could feel the anger and grief in his bones.

What did Master do back then?

Yang Jing looked like he didn't want to talk, and turned to go up the mountain. Miss Jun subconsciously called him to stop.

"Miss Jun, what else can I order?" Yang Jing turned around and said.

Instructions... Miss Jun looked at him, then down the mountain.

"I want to ask you for a favor." She said suddenly.

Yang Jing looked at her with a somewhat guarded expression.

"My guards..." Miss Jun smiled and pointed to where she lived, then looked at Yang Jing, "I want you to train them."

train? Yang Jing froze for a moment, what do you mean?

"To tell you the truth, Uncle Yang, the real reason why I came here is that I was hunted down," Miss Jun said.

Hunt?

Yang Jing was stunned for a moment and then suddenly realized.

"Those brocade guards?" he said.

That's the way it is, no wonder they were together but they suddenly wanted to be arrested.

It was to capture her, but it really looked like her guards, which is also understandable. They wanted to hunt her down, so naturally they wouldn't let others capture her.

"It's easy for you to catch them, but my guards are far behind." Miss Jun continued, "I will face more Jin Yiwei on my return trip, so I want the guards to practice with you."

Yang Jing hesitated.

"We don't really know anything, our kung fu is not good." He said.

"Yes, you old and young, young and old, are definitely inferior to my guards in terms of strength and kung fu." Miss Jun said, "But a single tree can't make a forest. When you cooperate, even these Jin Yiwei are no match for you."

That's right, Yang Jing reached out and stroked his short beard.

"Of course my soldiers are good." He said subconsciously, just like before.

The words came out with a somewhat disappointed expression.

This sentence has not been said for many years.

"So I hope you can train my guards to be good soldiers." Miss Jun said, "You can protect me and go back to Shanxi safely."

Yang Jing was silent for a moment.

"Okay." He said, "Miss Jun, you have forgiven us a lot, and we should do something for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl in front of him burst into a smile.

"It's not what it should be." Miss Jun smiled, "I will reward you."

remuneration?

Yang Jing was stunned.

"No, no need..." he said hastily.

But Miss Jun ignored his words, waved to him, turned around and jumped down the steps.

"I'll make arrangements." She said with a smile.

Yang Jing yelled a few times, the girl had already run away like a deer.

Is there something wrong with what you said? Yang Jing couldn't help stretching out his hand and scratching his head, was he deceived by this little girl? But what can you lie to him?

By noon, Yang Jing knew what he had been cheated on.

"Say it's your consent." Xia Yong said, pointing to the mountains of rice, grain, vegetables and meat in the yard.

Yang Jing looked stunned and embarrassed.

"I didn't agree." He said, "I just agreed to let them train with us."

Xia Yong nodded.

"Yeah, so this is the reward for training," he said.

Yang Jing scratched his head again in astonishment.

"This kid," he said, "what should I do? Go back?"

"Ask my sister-in-law." Xia Yong's daughter-in-law said suddenly, "If you go back, that means you won't help her guards train. It's weird."

Yes, Yang Jing and Xia Yong looked at each other and nodded.

Hearing what Yang Jing and Xia Yong said, the woman who was weaving laughed.

"Then she gave us rice, vegetables, and meat because of her business," she said, "for herself, not for...others."

When someone else said the word, her voice was slightly low.

Yang Jing and Xia Yong also bowed their heads in silence.

"Then accept it." The woman's voice said briskly again, "Everyone benefits from each other, everyone is happy, it's good."

Yang Jing and Xia Yong looked at the woman in surprise.

"Sister-in-law." They called out in unison.

The woman looked at them.

"What? In your eyes, am I the kind of person who doesn't know right from wrong?" She said with a half-smile.

Yang Jing and Xia Yong hurriedly shook their heads.

"How come, sister-in-law is the best person in the world." They said in unison.

The woman smiled.

"Is it the best?" She sighed softly, lowered her head and continued weaving.

Yang Jing and Xia Yong looked at each other, both a little uneasy and sad, and they didn't say anything more and bowed out.

The mountain village became lively in the afternoon, and Liu'er ran back from the outside in no time.

"Miss, everyone is as happy as Chinese New Year." She said exaggeratedly, "Some people took apart the dim sum and ate it on the spot."

Miss Jun smiled and sighed again.

Have they been this poor all these years?

"Don't be serious in the morning, look how happy you are now." Liu Er said again.

"How can it be called prudence?" Miss Jun said, with a bit of displeasure, "They don't want it. They really don't want it. Now that they want it, they're really happy. This is the real person."

Liu'er stuck out her tongue.

"Miss, I was wrong." She said immediately, "I am so happy to see them happy."

Miss Jun gave her a reproachful look and smiled.

"Miss, hurry up and try the rice I cooked today." Liu Er immediately said with a smile, and brought a covered cup.

Seeing the joy of master and servant here, Lei Zhonglian walked away with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the two bodyguards followed him with complicated expressions.

"Master Lei, are we really going to do farm work with someone?" They asked in a low voice.

"What's the truth?" Lei Zhonglian said with raised eyebrows, "You can do whatever Miss Jun tells you to do. There are absolutely only advantages and no disadvantages."

So absolute, the two bodyguards looked at each other, well, they paid the money, bought their lives, and doing farm work is nothing.

Dusk shrouded, and every household in the mountain village was once again smoking. This time, no one came out. They all gathered at home and waited. From time to time, there were laughter and children's noise.

The aroma of all kinds of food wafted in the village, and every household was lit up. Although only one torch was lighted sparingly, it was enough to make the mountain village shine like a star.

Autumn nights are getting more and more intoxicating.

The Lu residence in the capital city was brightly lit as always, but it was different from the bustling but stagnant quiet of the past, today the residence was shrouded in a somewhat tense atmosphere.

Many girls and servants stood in front of Princess Jiuli's house, each with anxious expressions.

There was a lot of excitement outside the gate of the courtyard, Lu Yunqi, wearing an official robe, strode forward in the night, and the maids and servants greeted him anxiously.

Lu Yunqi ignored them and walked into the room. There were also many maids and maids standing in the room, as well as a few imperial physicians who were talking with their heads bowed. They saw Lu Yunqi coming in to salute.

Lu Yunqi looked inward, and through the colorful bead curtain, he could see Princess Jiuli lying sideways on the bed.

"What's wrong with the princess?" He looked back at the imperial physician and asked.