She had wanted to say this for a long time, but she had no chance to say it and no one to say it to.
Many people met her by chance. For example, Mr. Ning Shi had little relationship with Jun Zhenzhen, let alone Princess Jiuling.
As for her close family members, Fang Chengyu was as smart as a demon and had great trust in her. She could even imagine that Fang Chengyu would jump up when she heard her say this.
"I've met Princess Jiuling!" he would say excitedly. This kind of excitement was not an exaggerated joke, but serious.
It's just that her past has nothing to do with him. Princess Jiuling is a stranger to him. The one he knows and is familiar with is the Miss Jun in front of him.
As for Princess Jiuling's relatives, such as Jiuli Jiurong, if she told them, they would be shocked, and maybe they would believe it, but it would be more troublesome. After all, they are familiar with Princess Jiuling, and Miss Jun in front of them at this moment is unfamiliar.
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For Zhu Zan, things were a bit coincidental. He seemed to be familiar with Princess Jiuling, and he was also familiar with Miss Jun.
Miss Jun looked at Zhu Zan who was facing inward.
"Zhu Zan," she said, "I am Princess Jiuling."
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The person was pushed out of the door, and the door slammed shut behind him.
"I haven't finished applying the medicine on you yet!" Miss Jun turned around and said inside.
"I have survived without you until now." Zhu Zan's deep voice came from inside.
Miss Jun couldn't help but smile.
Yes, after she said that, Zhu Zan was not surprised or asked, but stood up without saying a word and threw Miss Jun out the door.
Although this reaction was unexpected, I felt it was the most normal at this time.
"I know, but you can get better faster with me here. After all, the situation in the capital is very tense now, and your father needs you more." Miss Jun said.
There was no response from inside.
"Then I'll tell you how to use these medicines and I'll leave, okay?" Miss Jun said again.
There was a sound of footsteps and the door was opened. Zhu Zan, who was wrapped in a robe to cover his naked chest, looked at him with a serious face and handed over a tray of medicine.
Miss Jun did not hesitate and pointed out to him one by one which ones were for food and which ones for wiping.
After saying this, he looked up at Zhu Zan.
"There are also some medicines that I will cook and have them delivered." She said, paused, "and."
Zhu Zan looked at her sideways.
"I am really a nine-year-old princess." Miss Jun looked at him and said.
With a bang, the door was closed in front of my eyes.
"Jun, please stop in moderation and don't bully others too much." Zhu Zan said in a deep voice.
Miss Jun smiled and turned around, walking slowly along the corridor hung with lanterns.
The leaves are slightly fluttering in the breeze, the flowers and fruits are fragrant, and the lights are dotted all around, neither dazzling nor lonely. The summer night in the Duke's Mansion is so beautiful.
Summer nights in Beijing are beautiful.
Miss Jun couldn't help but walk slowly in the yard. She hadn't seen the summer night in the capital for many years. When she was a child, she only came back in winter for the New Year, and later she lost her mood.
Logically speaking, she shouldn't be in a mood now. The revenge has not been avenged and her relatives are not allowed to recognize each other. But probably because she said these words that she had been holding back for a long time, she felt that she was in an inexplicably relaxed mood.
Miss Jun walked slowly inside the mansion, disappearing into the night.
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Some people like the quiet night, while others like the night to be more colorful and lively than during the day. Especially for young people.
Although the night in Yangcheng is not as good as that in Beijing, it still has its own unique flavor. The streets are crowded with people, and the night wind carries the fragrance of powder and the faint sound of silk and bamboo.
This came from a splendid restaurant facing the street. There were many people sitting in the restaurant at this time. They were all smart-looking waiters in rich robes. Young maids were walking around serving tea and pouring wine. More than a dozen people were sitting in the restaurant.
The kabuki prostitutes dance to the music, making it look like a fairy palace.
But sitting at the top was a young god, dressed gorgeously, neither overwhelmed by the splendor of the scene nor vulgar, bright and pleasing to the eye.
"Mr. Fang, so there is no problem with business in the north?" a middle-aged man said to her while holding up a wine glass.
Fang Chengyu smiled.
"Of course there is a problem." He said seriously again.
The people on both sides looked at each other with twinkling expressions.
"When Duke Cheng Guo left the north, the Jin people went south to the hinterland. I'm afraid life will be uneven and business will be difficult." Fang Chengyu continued.
It turned out to be because of this, and everyone laughed.
"Some people said that the ticket office in the north of Deshengchang was losing money and was about to close down. It turned out that it was not a loss of money but a fear of losing money," someone said.
"With all of you here, how can we lose money?" Fang Chengyu said with a smile.
The people in the room looked much more relaxed.
"Master, you don't understand. Beidi will be more profitable from now on."
"Yes, in the past when Duke Cheng was here, it was hard to do a lot of business."
"Uncle Qinghe is very good at doing business."
They talked in low voices and looked at Fang Chengyu again.
"So my ticket number in Beidi cannot be closed."
Fang Chengyu nodded obediently.
"Since you uncles said there is money to be made, of course I will join you. The Beidi ticket number does not matter," he said.
The atmosphere in the hall became more lively. Everyone raised their wine glasses. Fang Chengyu also raised his wine glass, but his glass was filled with clear white water.
"I am weak, so I can only drink water instead of wine." He said with a smile.
Everyone knows that Fang Chengyu was once a sick and dying person, and no one would be harsh on him.
"We all know, we're ready." Someone greeted with a smile.
Immediately, a pretty maid came forward with a teapot to add water to Fang Chengyu.
The singing, dancing and music in the hall became more lively. After a few times, Fang Chengyu got up and went to clean the room.
The clean room was set up in the private room, and Fang Chengyu's servant followed him and stood outside the door to wait. The other people in the room didn't pay attention and continued to drink and laugh.
After pushing cups and pouring cups several times, one person suddenly looked over with drunken eyes and made a sound when he saw the empty seat here.
"Where is Mr. Fang?" he asked.
It took too long to go to the toilet, and everyone finally realized what was going on. They hurriedly looked for the clean room, but Fang Chengyu's servant was nowhere to be seen.
Has he already left?
"Master Fang?" someone called, pushing the door open.
The clean room was decorated as well as a private room, with incense and bright lights. Everyone's eyes immediately saw a person lying on the ground, seemingly asleep.
With black hair, a jade crown and a beaded hairpin, and a rich robe and embroidered clothes like clouds, who is it but Fang Chengyu?
"Are you drunk?" one person murmured. He had seen this kind of behavior many times in restaurants, "Can you get drunk just by drinking water?"
Others stamped their feet.
"Why are you drunk! Something happened!"
With this sentence, everyone reacted, and the whole restaurant suddenly fell into chaos.
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(Two updates today.
Thanks to Bingyi from the South, ?The last shot?, 54554465, Nannanzhu, Junziwuqi, Ling Xiaoqi, LVlover, Hetao writer reward, thank you all.) (To be continued)