Duke Cheng had an idea about returning to Beijing, and said that he would discuss it in detail when Mrs. Yu arrived, so Miss Jun said nothing more.
Looking at Zhu Zan's gloomy face, Miss Jun took the initiative to leave.
It is very dangerous to return to Beijing. The father and son have a lot to say and many things to discuss.
When Miss Jun returned to her residence, Zhao Hanqing was sitting at the table, holding a bowl and drinking medicine obediently. When he saw her coming back, he called her sister.
Miss Jun sat down next to her and watched her drink the medicine.
While Hejian was in Bazhou trying to stop the gold thieves from killing the enemy, the treatment for the sores on Zhao Hanqing's face continued.
This medicine is very bitter. After drinking it for so long, Zhao Hanqing is still not used to it. He drank it with a bitter face and pinched a piece of candied fruit to eat.
Drink a sip, take a bitter sip, eat a sweet sip, and repeat.
Miss Jun looked at her slightly in trance.
Duke Cheng Guo returned to Beijing.
In fact, she had also hoped for it.
When she learned that her father died unexpectedly, she was angry that no one in the world knew the truth, and she also hoped that someone would doubt her father's death.
When she broke into the palace alone to kill the emperor and was about to die, she hoped that someone would come to help her.
"sister."
Zhao Hanqing's voice rang in his ears, and at the same time he waved a hand in front of his eyes.
Miss Jun came to her senses.
"Have you finished eating?" she asked.
Zhao Hanqing nodded.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked curiously.
"I'm thinking about some things from the past." Miss Jun said with a smile.
Zhao Hanqing nodded.
"Then no wonder you look sad." She said, nodding, and did not ask what happened in the past. "Uncle Xia, Uncle Yang and others think of the past like this."
Miss Jun wanted to laugh but felt sad at the same time, but these words also reminded her.
"I'm going to see Uncle Yang and the others," she said, "Will you come with me?"
Although the army was stationed outside the city, the Qingshan Army had already withdrawn from it. The servants who served as Miss Jun's bodyguards accompanied her into Dingzhou City and arranged for the soldiers to guard the servants in the government office.
When Miss Jun and Zhao Hanqing came over, dusk was already dark, and the large bungalow was occupied by the Qingshan Army people. They were having a meal at this time. There were tables and chairs in the yard, big bowls of wine and meat, four tables of men and women.
The table was busy talking, laughing, eating and drinking.
"Miss Jun, Niuniu, come and sit down."
Seeing them coming, a group of people greeted them enthusiastically, adding stools, bowls, chopsticks, food and drinks.
There is no need for the Qingshan Army to do these things. Just say hello and several soldiers will get busy.
"Uncle Tie, the wine you asked for." The two soldiers brought a jar of wine over happily, "If it's not enough, there's more."
Ironfoot nodded.
"That's enough." He said, reaching out.
The two soldiers were already in a hurry to avoid carrying it in.
"We're coming, we're coming, Uncle Tie, you don't have to do anything," they said.
Tie Jiao was not very good at refusing, so he watched the two soldiers put down the wine jar and said thank you.
"Uncle Tie, you are so polite." The two of them touched their heads and said happily.
Tiejiao also touched his head and watched the two soldiers leave happily.
"These soldiers will be very polite to us." Xia Yong said to Miss Jun, "It's all thanks to Miss Jun."
More than being polite, they were simply respectful. Every soldier felt proud to talk to and deal with these people from the Qingshan Army.
Miss Jun looked at the soldiers who left after delivering the food and drinks. These soldiers were from the Dingzhou garrison. They did not fight with the villagers like the Shun'an army, but they were still full of respect.
"It's not because I am the wife of Duke Chengguo," she said, looking at everyone present.
There were forty-five people in total when we first came out of Zhangqingshan, and now there are thirty-two people here.
Thirteen people died in the battle, and no one was seriously injured. Only the Qingshan Army people died in the battle.
"You have earned this yourself." Miss Jun said, "The bravery and majesty of the Qingshan Army are well known and respected by everyone."
Yang Jing and Xia Yong laughed when she heard what she said, while the other villagers were as shy as before when they were praised.
"One person cannot make an army." Xia Yong said, "This is also your contribution, Miss Jun."
Miss Jun smiled.
"Come." She stopped being polite and picked up the wine bowl, "Let's have a drink."
After saying that, he turned back.
"History is not allowed to be drunk."
Zhao Hanqing, who was secretly lifting the wine bowl, had to put it down reluctantly.
Seeing the expression of history, all the men and women present laughed, and several women even put their arms around history's shoulders.
"Niuniu, don't worry, you can drink it when you recover." They laughed.
Because he had to eat and drink, Zhao Hanqing had already taken off his face cloth. His expression showed no fear at all, and he nodded when he heard the words.
Everyone here drank the wine in one gulp, and after three bowls of wine, everyone started eating and drinking.
Yang Jing and Xia Yong invited Miss Jun into the house.
"What's the matter with Miss Jun?" Xia Yong asked proactively.
Miss Jun told Duke Cheng that he was going to Beijing.
When he first left Zhangqingshan, he escorted Madam Yu to Bazhou, Hejian, to protect the people. What he did later has certainly exceeded expectations.
Now that the people have finished escorting and Duke Cheng Guo has returned safely, do you want to ask their opinions on what to do next? Yang Jing and Xia Yong looked at each other.
"We will do whatever Miss Jun needs us to do," Yang Jing said, "We listen to you."
"Yes, there is no problem in escorting Duke Cheng to Beijing. If it is not necessary, we will go home." Xia Yong said.
Miss Jun smiled and nodded.
"There's no rush. When Mrs. Yu comes and collects the money, we'll discuss the next business deal," she said.
Yang Jing and Xia Yong both laughed.
"I just want to ask about your past." Miss Jun said suddenly.
Yang Jingxia Yong was startled for a moment.
"I won't ask about my master's past." Miss Jun looked at them, "I know that without Aunt Xiao, you would not dare or want to admit that you knew him."
She sighed softly, stretched out her hand and pressed her forehead. She probably hadn't drunk so much wine in a long time, and her face was gradually getting drunker.
"I'm asking you," she continued, "What exactly is the Qingshan Army?"
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"Qingshan Army..."
At this time, in a house in the capital, Uncle Qinghe, wearing a homely round-neck robe, was also twirling his beard and saying.
"I think I've heard of it."
The men sitting in front of him looked surprised.
"Uncle knows?" they said, with a bit of joy. "Sure enough, uncle is very knowledgeable. Master Huang should have asked you earlier."
Qinghebo smiled.
"It's just that you've been well-informed, it's just that you've lived longer." He said, frowning slightly, "It seems to have been almost twenty years ago. I vaguely heard someone mention this name in the Northland."
That was the time when Qinghe Bo was at his most prosperous.
Qinghebo's expression was somewhat reminiscing.
However, these men in front of them have no common memories and have no interest in reminiscing.
"So are they really officers and soldiers?" they couldn't help but ask.
Qinghebo frowned for a moment.
"What officers and soldiers?" he sneered, "rebels."
Rebels?
Men all know this word.
After many years of melee between the Qi Dynasty, the Jin Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms, the Northland at that time was very chaotic, with bandits everywhere, and many gentry and wealthy families also maintained servants. These people stayed in the battlefield all year round, fighting for power and profit, fighting each other or fighting the Jin people to protect themselves.
It has also formed many powerful military forces that cannot be underestimated.
The officers and soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty needed their help in fighting the Jin people, so they jointly recruited many of these teams, which were called the rebel army.
It turns out that this Qingshan Army is...
Qinghe Bo waved his hand again.
"No, no, they are not rebels yet. To put it bluntly, they are bandits." He continued, raising his eyebrows, "These bandits cannot be completely trusted and cannot be taken seriously. I vaguely remember assisting in a war. Later,
There’s no news either.”
Shake his head.
"A bunch of rabble, they probably went back to become bandits again."
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"The Qingshan Army is not a bandit."
Yang Jing was silent for a moment, raised his head and looked at Miss Jun and said.
"The Qingshan Army is officers and soldiers."
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