Ying Wuchen's smile faded slightly, showing no emotion or anger, and said calmly: "My foundation is not here, it might be better for these people to follow her."
Ziyi frowned: "My lord, have you forgotten your ambition?"
Yes, their roots are indeed not in the Northern Dynasties, but they don’t just want to return to the Southern Dynasties, what they want is the world!
The girl from the Jun family is a noble daughter of the Northern Dynasty, and she is such a capable person. Sooner or later, she will become the barrier and pillar of the Northern Dynasty. They may not encounter the girl from the Jun family in the future. If the Lord gives way to the girl from the Jun family now, he will set up obstacles for himself in the future.
Disaster!
"Aren't the things I'm doing now paving the way for her?" His long, fine eyelashes opened, and a sharp light seemed to flash past, making his dark eyes so deep that they could not be looked at.
He is now diligently playing the role of Ying Jiulang, planning for the Ying family, and dealing with Zhou Rong. Isn't he paving the way for Jun Ci? If Zhou Rong loses, the Ying family will not condone anyone else to rise to power, except Jun Xi, who is married to the Ying family.
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"This..." Ziyi was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to refute.
Ying Wuchen said quietly: "You talk too much today."
Knowing that his gaffe had offended Ying Wuchen, Ziyi lowered his head and did not dare to speak again.
"Let's see what she can do." Ying Wuchen's dark eyes with a little smile showed a hint of expectation.
She has a power that seems to be infinitely explosive, and she can always create some surprises for him, just like she was able to assassinate Zhou Ye this time.
It was precisely because of this that Ying Wuchen decided to hand over these people to her. Although the people were surrendered, he had no intention of sending Buddha to the west. If he captured the people for her, whether she could gain more wings would depend on her ability.
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Zhou Ye died, Zhou Rong didn't care about the loss of his son, and hurried back to Jinyang. After receiving the news, Yuan You tried his best to delay his footsteps, but Zhou Rong, the errand sent by Naihe, was thrown to others and returned to Jinyang in a dignified manner.
To prevent anyone from taking advantage of the troubled waters.
Precisely because Zhou Rong had no time to pay attention to him at the moment, Jun Ci wanted to strike while the iron was hot and deal with this gang of gangsters as soon as possible.
Taking the information provided by Ying Wuchen, Jun Ci studied for half a day and came up with a solution.
At night, she summoned Liucheng and others, and handed over the training of soldiers to Liucheng, and told him that if there was any difficulty in the army, just ask Ying Wuchen for advice.
As for where she was going and what she was going to do, she was a general and naturally she didn't need to explain to them.
This time she didn't sneak around. She left the camp with Achi in hand and headed straight for Zhoushan.
Zhoushan is on the west side of the capital, and is still connected with their military camp. Jun Ci did not take a detour, but took the main road with his carriage.
She was dressed in a scarlet dress, with a maroon horse and a bright red hairband with high bundles of green silk. Facing the sun, she stood out and dazzled. The smile on her face was as bright as a rose, and her clear eyes looked from left to right, as if she had just escaped from a prison.
A rich young man who doesn't know much about the world.
As soon as she entered the village, she caught the attention of the villagers. She also looked at these villagers, with curiosity in her eyes, but she did not get off the horse, nor did she stop.
After passing through the village, not long after, she entered another village. She also passed from the beginning to the end of the village without stopping, not even asking for a bowl of water.
When she passed through the fourth village and was about to leave the end of the village, an old man saw her taking off the water bag and pouring it for a long time without pouring out a drop of water. He took the initiative to pour a bowl of water and handed it over with a kind face:
"Young Master, have a drink."
Jun Ci seemed to be unprepared and took it shyly. He raised his head and drank in big gulps. When he handed the bowl back, he took ten cents and handed it to the old man. He also handed over his own water bag: "Is there anything in the old man's home?"
Got some cold water? Please fill it up for me."
Cold water is not water drawn from a well, but water that is boiled and then cooled. The country folk in the mountains don't seem to understand, so they go to fill the water with money and water bags.
Jun Ci hurriedly turned over and dismounted, staggering a little, and ran over to stop him: "Old man, I don't drink raw water."
Only then did the old man understand, and he felt a little embarrassed: "Young man, I'm sorry, I don't understand, but we only have raw water..." He seemed to be very reluctant to part with the ten cents that Jun Ci gave him, and didn't want to hand it back.
"Xiao Langjun, look... can I boil a pot for you?"
Jun Ci looked at the sun. It was high at noon and the sunlight was dazzling, which made her unable to open her eyes. "Old man, steam some more steamed buns for me and make some durable dry food."
After saying that, he took out a bulging money bag from his waist, took out a large handful, about a hundred yuan, and stuffed it into the old man's hand.
The old man was so excited that he hurriedly invited Jun Ci to sit down under the shade of a tree: "Young man, please wait. I will call my wife back now. Her skill in making steamed buns is the only one in our village."
As the old man stepped back, he said to Jun Ci with a smile on his face. After he had retreated to the door, he raised his voice and shouted into the room: "Da Lang, go and take care of the little Lang Jun's horse."
"Okay, Aweng." Not long after, a little boy of eight or nine years old ran out and went to hold Achi. Achi instinctively resisted and tried to avoid him. Jun Ci seemed to clear his throat and coughed, and Achi drooped his eyelids.
, let the little furry kid lead it away.
There was also a noise in the kitchen, and the young woman in cloth and jade hairpin began to light the stove. Jun Ci took out a book from his arms and started to read. The old man returned not long after, bringing some wine with him.
"The young man seems to be a scholar." The old man began to test.
Jun Ci scratched his head and said a little awkwardly: "I know a few words. I left home for this trip. I promised my father and brother not to neglect my studies."
The old man looked at Jun Ci. He had red lips and white teeth, but his skin was not delicate and fair enough. He did not look like a noble son from a wealthy family. He asked calmly: "Where is the young man from? How long have you been away from home?
Where to go again?”
"I'm from Matou County. My home is in Mengcheng. I've been away from home for more than a month. I just came out of the capital and am going to go north again." Jun Ci spoke softly, like a gentle young man who was indifferent to both humans and animals.
Harmful.
It turns out that I have been traveling for more than a month, no wonder I am so tanned, the old man thought to himself, and talked to Jun Ci with a smile on his face. After talking for a while, he got it out of Jun Ci who had no scheming.
All her information.
At this time, the little boy came back, his face excited and excited, and he couldn't hide his joy when he looked at his grandfather.
Afraid that Jun Ci would see the clues, Aweng quickly scolded you: "Look at how greedy you are. I'll make a few more steamed buns, and by taking advantage of the young man, we can have a good meal at home."
White flour steamed buns are a precious commodity, and ordinary people rarely use white flour to make steamed buns.
This old woman’s cooking is really good, it’s soft and delicious, and the aftertaste is sweet. If it wasn’t mixed with low-quality sweat medicine, she should be able to eat ten or twenty of them in one go.
But now she was a weak scholar, so she had to eat only three before she collapsed.
Soon she was put into a cloth bag, and someone carried her bumpyly up the mountain.