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Chapter 58 Under the Starry Sky, Call Your Name

Two people walking together are more lively than one person, not to mention that Zhu Zan often beat ten people by himself.

Miss Jun is used to this kind of excitement.

I traveled with Zhu Zan once before, and the master was actually very noisy at the time.

Probably because he was too lonely, he had the intention of scaring her away, but it was not his own confession.

When dusk enveloped the land, Miss Jun stopped her horse and looked for a suitable place.

"This is not a suitable place, go ahead." Zhu Zan said from behind.

Miss Jun ignored him and got off her horse.

"Hey, you woman..." Zhu Zan said.

Miss Jun looked back at him.

"Come down, light a fire and cook some food," she said.

Zhu Zan raised his eyebrows on his horse.

"Have you decided to ask me for help?" he said, with a bit of pride, "but you have to make it clear."

Miss Jun looked at him.

"Explain what?" she asked.

Zhu Zan jumped off his horse and pointed to the sky and the earth.

"This work can be divided into many categories, such as leading the way," he said, "such as sleeping in the open and eating and drinking, such as preventing snakes and insects, and finding medicine is just one of them. We must first decide what kind of help you want. The price of each item can be different.

Same."

Miss Jun looked at him and smiled.

"They all need it," she said, pointing to the sky, the earth, and Zhu Zan.

Zhu Zan quickly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Don't point your fingers." He warned, taking steps to avoid her fingers. "In that case, I'll give it to you at a cheaper price. The price is 10,000 taels, all inclusive."

Miss Jun smiled.

"Er Xiao, are you still unclear about the current situation?" she asked.

"What's the situation?" Zhu Zan looked at her warily, "Also, don't call me Erxiao."

"Your family still owes me money and favors, and you still come to negotiate business with me." Miss Jun clicked her tongue and said, "You are really awesome."

Zhu Zan's expression froze. He looked at Miss Jun who was approaching and took a cautious step back.

"You said it was business," he said.

"I can tell you but you can't." Miss Jun said, standing in front of Zhu Zan, "Zhu Erxiao, if you want to help, just do all the work quickly and without any money. If you don't want to help, just get away.

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This rude woman!

Zhu Zan sighed, got on his horse and galloped away.

Miss Jun ignored her and turned around to let the horses eat grass and feed them. After finishing her work, she was just about to collect firewood and make a fire. The horse's hooves clattered, and Zhu Zan rode back again, dragging half a tree behind him, and a cloud of dust flew up.

Seeing him come back, Miss Jun didn't say anything.

Zhu Zan didn't say anything, just dismounted, took out his knife and stepped on the branches to crack open them. The bonfire was quickly lit, and he unhooked two freshly hunted rabbits from the horse and packed them away.

After he finished cleaning up and put the rabbit on the fire to roast, he heard Miss Jun sighing behind him.

"There are some things that don't need to be said." Zhu Zan raised his head and said in a dull voice without looking back.

"You..." Miss Jun spoke again.

Zhu Zan interrupted her again.

"Even if it's not business but a favor, there's no need to say thank you or be polite." He said, "Everyone can just be at ease."

Miss Jun heard footsteps and stood behind him, patting his shoulder.

"Hey." She said, "You..."

Zhu Zan jumped away with a cry.

"If you have something to say, don't use your hands or feet. I am an artist, not a person." He shouted angrily.

"No one wants your art." Miss Jun rolled her eyes, a little impatiently, "You are too slow."

She said and pointed back.

"I'm telling you that when you're done here, go and lay the floor bed quickly."

Zhu Zan was even more ashamed and annoyed.

"You can't?" he said.

Miss Jun pursed her lips and tilted her head to smile.

"No way." She said, holding her face with her hands and blinking at him, "I am a delicate girl."

Pretty girl.

It's hard for her to say such inappropriate things.

Zhu Zan shuddered, raised his feet and walked back.

Miss Jun pursed her lips and sat down by the campfire, looking at the roasted rabbit meat being pierced with a knife, and listening to the sound of branches and leaves behind her.

"Hey, should this rabbit meat be cooked?" She suddenly shouted, "It's almost burnt."

Zhu Zan threw the felt mat he had just taken off his horse on the ground, gritted his teeth and walked over quickly, rolled the rabbit meat a few times, sprinkled salt on it, and continued to lay out the felt mat with a sullen face.

Miss Jun sat by the bonfire, chuckling with her head down, and then looked up at the stars.

The night becomes darker and darker, and the sky becomes brighter.

She was no stranger to such a starry sky. She had seen it with her master, she had seen it while walking alone, and she had seen it while sitting on the roof of Prince Huai's Mansion.

But I haven’t seen a starry sky like this for a long time.

The starry sky has not changed, but the people under the starry sky have changed.

The aroma wafted through my nose, and at the same time, something black almost hit my face.

Miss Jun looked back.

Zhu Zan held the roasted rabbit meat in his hand and looked down at her.

"Would you like me to feed you?" he said.

Miss Jun nodded without hesitation.

"Okay." She said, and then she opened her mouth.

Zhu Zan stared and let out a sigh.

"I admit defeat," he said.

Miss Jun laughed and took the barbecue. Zhu Zan picked up the barbecue and seemed not to want to see her, and sat down next to the two horses to eat.

However, it was obvious that he could not do so.

"Zhu Zan, where is the water?"

"Zhu Zan, there's not enough meat."

"Zhu Zan, do you have any fruit to eat?"

"Why not? There were almond trees in front of where you went earlier..."

"Why don't you go pick it now..."

The girl's voice from time to time was unhurried and a bit delicate.

But this did not make Zhu Zan happy, and he gritted his teeth louder and louder.

"Jun Jiuling! Have you had enough fun?" he finally shouted.

Miss Jun stopped talking, looked at him, smiled, and nodded solemnly.

Look at this scoundrel!

Zhu Zan gritted his teeth and threw a branch into the fire angrily. He didn't have the strength to return to the horse and sat down directly.

As long as this woman is willing to bother with such a small area, she won't be bothered even if she doesn't see her.

"If you have something to say, can you stop being so childish and playing these meaningless tricks?" Zhu Zan Surong said.

Miss Jun smiled and nodded, very well-behaved.

Zhu Zan glanced at her, picked up a branch and lit the fire.

The wilderness at night finally regained its due tranquility.

Under the starry sky, fires jumped, horses sneezed, and insects began to chirp all around.

For the first time, Zhu Zan felt that silence was really pleasant.

"However, there is something I want to say."

The female voice sounded softly again.

Zhu Zan looked at her. Under the firelight, the girl's expression was as gentle as her voice. She was sitting quietly, without the previous laughter, and her demeanor was dignified.

Zhu Zan looked at her sideways.

"You just called me Jun Jiuling." Miss Jun looked at him and said seriously, "Can you call me one more time, just by my first name."

Nine years old.

Nine years old.

Under the light of the fire, Zhu Zan's face flickered, and with a snap, he threw the branch into the fire.

"Jun, don't bully people too much." He shouted in shame, and the people jumped up and walked away angrily.

Miss Jun looked at his back.

"Why did I bully you?" she said.

I just want to hear the old people call me by my old name.

She raised her head and looked at the starry sky.

Things have changed and people have changed, and sometimes she doesn't even recognize who she is.

………………………………

"Zhu Zan."

When Miss Jun's voice sounded, Zhu Zan subconsciously took a step back.

"What do you want to do again?" he shouted.

"It's okay, I'm going to sleep." Miss Jun said, wrapping herself in a cloak and walking towards the paved floor mat.

Zhu Zan watched her with caution as she walked past him.

"Just sleep, whatever you say," he said.

"Of course I have to say it, you keep watch all night." Miss Jun said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Quite polite... Zhu Zan said in his heart, and then sighed.

"Don't you have those powerful hidden weapons?" He said, "If you arrange them so that humans and ghosts can't get close to them, why keep vigil at night?"

Miss Jun said oh and sat down on the floor mat.

"I used to arrange those things because I was the only one, but now..." she said, looking at Zhu Zan with a sincere expression and sighing, "I have you, you are so powerful, I feel relieved to have you here."

She finally admitted that he was very powerful. Zhu Zan hummed twice, but frowned again. There seemed to be nothing wrong with his tone and words, but he still felt that something was wrong.

"...Those hidden weapons and poisons are expensive and troublesome to make, so it's better to save what you can and don't use them when you can."

I'll go! This woman!

You know she is a crooked guy!

Zhu Zan screamed and looked at the girl lying down with her cloak.

"Jun! You are so awesome!"

"Hey, even if you keep vigil, it's still rotating! Why should I be left alone!"

Miss Jun revealed her eyes from her cloak, twinkling like stars in the night sky.

"Why? Why do you owe me anything? I don't owe you anything." She said softly.

There is no point in continuing the conversation at this point.

Zhu Zan felt tired as never before.

Why does he feel tired?

He once stayed up for three days to chase the gold thief, and he once walked long distances in the wilderness without getting a drop of water.

He didn't feel tired at all at that time.

Such a spring night, under such a beautiful starry sky.

Why does he feel tired?

He looked at the brightly embroidered gold cloak, the exquisite and graceful figure under the cloak, and the long black hair that was exposed.

This should obviously be a scene that is pleasing to the eye and even thought-provoking.

Zhu Zan couldn't help but stretched out his hand and scratched at the starry sky randomly, as if he wanted to tear this annoying spring night apart.

Why hasn’t the night passed yet? Why hasn’t the sky clear yet?

When will this end?

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