The first few steps of this little cripple were still very difficult and crooked. After a few steps, although they were still slow, he had already landed firmly.
Just like a child learning to walk, although it is still unsteady for the time being, it does not mean that he cannot walk.
A lame person cannot walk, and a person who can walk is not a lame person.
Hu Gui turned around when he heard the footsteps.
"Miss Jun, Master." He hurriedly took it.
Miss Jun declined his help and helped Fang Chengyu out. Hu Gui went to fetch the carriage again.
"Where's that one?"
The onlookers were talking in low voices and looking into the teahouse.
Zhu Zan stood at the door, facing everyone's gaze with a calm expression, and looked at the three Miss Jun who were sitting on the carriage.
Miss Jun noticed her gaze and looked over.
Zhu Zan looked at her and smiled slightly.
He has handsome features, a bright smile, and eyes like stars.
The people in front of the tea house suddenly fell silent, and then there were low sounds of admiration and surprise.
This is Zhu Zan. If Duke Cheng is as gentle as jade, then he is as bright as a gem.
Neither father nor son look like military generals, but they are both born military generals.
Miss Jun lowered her gaze.
"Let's go," she said.
"Let's go, let's go," Hu Gui said, waving his hands to the crowd of people surrounding him in a somewhat exaggerated manner, "Give way."
He said, holding on to the car and about to get in.
Zhu Zan jumped down from the steps of the tea house, reached the car in three or two steps, raised his hand to pull Hu Guihua aside, and sat in the car himself.
He raised his hand to whistle, and the horse moved forward without waiting for Lei Zhonglian to whip his whip.
"Hey, hey, you..." Hu Gui shouted dizzy, trying to catch up.
The people watching laughed, and some grabbed Hu Gui.
"Why are you causing trouble? We are all in this together."
Hu Gui could only watch the carriage go down the street with an aggrieved look.
When Zhu Zan got on the carriage, none of the three Miss Jun spoke against it. After the horse was urged to move, Lei Zhonglian just gently pulled the reins to direct the horse's walking direction.
Zhu Zan leaned on the car.
"Which of your hometowns is this?" he asked, his expression relaxed and his tone familiar.
"Mine." Miss Jun replied inside.
Zhu Zan said oh.
"No wonder you act like a tyrant here, you are indeed a playboy." He said.
Miss Jun smiled and said nothing.
However, she still remembered that Zhu Zan was a chatterbox, and whether he was really a chatterbox or pretending to be crazy, he could continue the topic as long as he wanted to, regardless of whether anyone answered or not.
"I just arrived in Runan today, what a coincidence."
"What fun do you have in Runan?"
"You guys are very fast."
"What are you doing in Yangcheng?"
"Is it just for gambling?"
"Hahahaha, I'm really sorry, I made you lose all your money."
"So you go to the mountains to dig for medicinal materials?"
"Hahahaha, I'm so sorry, you almost killed me and lost the medicinal herbs."
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 did you say you were sorry?" Miss Jun said.
Lei Zhonglian sighed inwardly. He used to think that Miss Jun had a good temper and was not as arrogant and unreasonable as everyone described, but now it seems that Miss Jun's temper is indeed not very good.
Being arrogant and unreasonable is not a bad thing, but being stubborn is definitely something.
She probably wouldn't think that this man was really harmless just because he let go of the hand that could kill her.
Then why on earth could she still not bear to provoke him?
Zhu Zan looked at her.
"Because I am a kind person. When I see other people being so unlucky, I sympathize." He said after plastic surgery, "I can't help but say sorry to the blind God."
Having said this, I really looked at Miss Jun with some sympathy.
"I hope you won't be sad. This kind of thing is just a coincidence."
Miss Jun looked at him, a little angry and a little funny.
How could Duke Cheng Guo raise such a son?
"Yes, what a coincidence." She said and smiled.
She lowered her gaze, so she didn't see a trace of doubt flashing in Zhu Zan's eyes.
Miss Jun's concession will naturally not stop the topic here.
"You said you grew up in Funing, can you speak Funing dialect?" he asked suddenly.
Miss Jun doesn't know whether Jun Zhenzhen can speak Funing dialect, but she can.
The master spoke many dialects. When I followed him to look at the map, he would almost point to where he was and say a few words about the accent there.
The map naturally includes Funing.
And Miss Jun never forgets what she hears.
She was silent for a moment.
"No," she said, "my father and mother only speak Mandarin at home."
Zhu Zan smiled.
"Mandarin with a Henan flavor?" He raised his eyebrows again.
Miss Jun looked at him.
"Sir, Mandarin is the flavor of Henan," she said.
The old capital was Kaifeng, but today's Nanjing has been the capital for only a few decades.
The officials in the south have changed their Nanjing dialect to the official dialect, but many officials in the north still maintain the Kaifeng dialect. This is mainly because they want to please Duke Cheng.
Because Cheng Guogong always took it as his mission to recover the lost territory and return to the old capital.
It doesn’t matter whether Jun Yingwen, an official in the north, deliberately tried to please Duke Cheng, at least he was from Caizhou, Henan.
This kind of answer is the most appropriate with both emotion and reason.
After Miss Jun said this, she took the fan and shook it slowly while looking outside the car, not paying attention to the slight change in Zhu Zan's expression.
"What a coincidence." He muttered.
Lei Zhonglian was a little confused and didn't know what the coincidence was in the Henanese Mandarin.
Miss Jun knows why he said Qiao.
Because what she said just now was also said by Cheng Guogong.
At that time, his father met him in the study, and Cheng Guogong answered with a Henan accent.
His father joked that he should speak Mandarin, because Cheng Guogong was originally from Nanjing.
Duke Cheng Guo said this.
At that time, she had already accepted the candied fruit from Duke Cheng Guo and regarded this man as a god. She firmly remembered what the god said.
But this sentence is actually a very straightforward one. 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. It is of course logical and should be answered this way.
"Children have a lot of unreasonable ideas." Zhu Zan said, dropping the topic, "Where are your parents? Are they just going to ignore you and let you be so tyrannical?"
Miss Jun stopped fanning and looked at him.
"My father is very famous, haven't you heard of him?" she asked.
Zhu Zan laughed.
"There are so many famous people, sir, I..." he said, and stopped here, looking at Miss Jun and saying "Oh" as if she was in awe.
His response is really fast.
Miss Jun thought.
Jun Yingwen was indeed famous, but many officials died in office every year, and he was still a seventh-grade official.
For a person of Zhu Zan's status, it is indeed not eye-catching.
The reason why he reacted after being reminded by this two-character name shows that he is also a person with a photographic memory and a complex grasp of information.
There are many situations where an official is famous. If you follow this famous reminder, you will naturally find the relevant information.
Anyone who has such a smart son would love and care for him, and Duke Cheng Guo is no exception.
"How pitiful." Zhu Zan looked at her and said with sympathy, "Miss Jun, my condolences."
Miss Jun glanced at him and nodded in return.
The carriage also stopped at this time.
"Young mistress, we're here." Lei Zhonglian said.
The rain had stopped, but there were not many people on the street. Lei Zhonglian stepped forward and opened the door.
Zhu Zan also got out of the car and looked around.
"Opening a store." He said casually, "What are you opening?"
As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the door plaque, his voice paused and his expression paused.
"Jiulingtang." He read slowly, "Jiuling..tang."
Zhu Zan looked at the plaque without taking a step.
"Miss Jiuling."
A voice also came from the side at the same time.
This made him startled and looked over immediately.
An old woman came over tremblingly, holding an umbrella, and saluted Miss Jun who helped Fang Chengyu enter.
"Do you want to consult a doctor?" Miss Jun said, "Please come in."
After she said this, 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 walked into the door.
The old woman happily followed her in, and Lei Zhonglian removed two more door panels. The hall became brighter and the hall became lively with the sound of voices.
Zhu Zan was still standing at the door, looking inside the hall and at the plaque.
"Nine years."
He read again, a complicated expression flashed in his eyes, he immediately lowered his head to cover it up, then raised his head to look into the hall.
"What a damn coincidence," he said. (To be continued)