Fang Chengyu did not hide the matter of the Fang family's property division from Miss Jun. Looking at the letter sent by Fang Chengyu, Miss Jun remained silent.
There was a wooden stick poking her in the back.
"What are you doing?" Miss Jun pushed it away without looking back, "If you have something to say, don't move around all day long."
"How can I not." Zhu Zan stepped over and sat next to her, lowering his head and grabbing the grass on the ground, "You're just doing something."
Miss Jun ignored him and looked at the road ahead.
"If you have something to say, just say it. What's the point of being bored?" Zhu Zan said.
"There's nothing to say." Miss Jun said, "Speaking of which, the Fang family is also a poor person."
"What a pity! Who knows what they knew back then." Zhu Zan said, throwing away the grass in his hand.
Miss Jun has always avoided delving into this and was silent for a moment.
"In any case, the Fang family siblings are also innocent." She said, "The Fang family came together because of wealth, and now they are separated because of wealth. Although it is a loss to Deshengchang, it is not a bad idea to find another way and find a new way of life."
After saying that, he clapped his hands and stood up.
"let's go."
She turned around and walked a few steps, only hearing footsteps but no words, and couldn't help but look back.
Zhu Zan was following with a smile when she suddenly stopped and looked over. He seemed startled, and quickly stopped laughing, blinked and still did not speak.
Miss Jun looked at him.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Zhu Zan shook his head in confusion.
"Why aren't you talkative anymore?" Miss Jun asked, remembering that Zhu Zan had not spoken for a long time.
Zhu Zan stared.
"You are the talkative one." He said, "I don't like to talk in the first place."
At this point, his voice became softer again.
"I didn't say that before."
It was on the way back to the capital from the north. He caught up with her and was so angry that she lost her temper and didn't bother to pry anymore.
I wonder if she still remembers?
Then she thought of all the stupid things she had done at that time, and her whole body was filled with tingles. She wished that she had never done it before, and that she must never remember it.
Miss Jun didn't know that he had so many random thoughts in his mind. She just asked casually, turned around and walked away without saying anything.
Zhu Zan breathed a sigh of relief and was a little disappointed, but it was nothing disappointing. It was not a pleasant thing anyway. It would be better to forget. He smiled again and followed.
Miss Jun reined in her horse and turned around, staring at him again.
"What makes you so happy?" she asked.
Zhu Zan was startled again and grimaced.
"No." He said.
How could he be happy? The secret of the Fang family, which had been carefully guarded against, turned out to be such an unbearable royal scandal. What was he happy about, was he gloating about his misfortune?
"Then why are you laughing all day long?" Miss Jun asked in confusion.
Zhu Zan reached out and touched his face.
"Have I?" he asked.
Miss Jun glanced at him and said nothing, then turned to urge her horse. As soon as she turned her head, she turned back sharply and saw the corners of Zhu Zan's mouth raised.
"Na na." She pointed with her hand, "Look, look."
Zhu Zan touched the raised corners of his mouth with his hand, and suddenly felt very funny, so he simply laughed.
Miss Jun glanced at him and said nothing, urging the horse to gallop forward.
Zhu Zan looked at her back. In the colorful wilderness in late autumn, the woman wearing dim and dusty clothing looked lonely and sassy, just like what he always remembered.
Princess Jiuling is actually over 20 years old, but her body is only sixteen or seventeen years old now, which is not much different from when she was thirteen, so she looks like she has stepped back in time.
The people who once disappeared and ran farther and farther in the memory really appeared.
"Hey." Zhu Zan put his hands to his mouth and couldn't help shouting.
The galloping figure did not run away, nor remained indifferent, but stopped. The person on the horse turned around, and the autumn wind blew her clothes and hair.
"What?" she asked.
Zhu Zan smiled.
"Nothing." He said.
The man on the horse glanced at him, turned around and continued to urge his horse.
"Hey." Zhu Zan shouted again.
This time the horse reined in the horse, but the man did not look back.
"I have a name." She said loudly with a bit of impatience.
She has a name.
Yes, that name.
Zhu Zan clenched his hands vigorously around his mouth, seeming to condense countless powers.
"Nine years old." he shouted.
He thought it was shouting, but in fact the sound was just like a mosquito.
The people in sight are getting further and further away.
"Nine years old." He shouted again.
The loud voice sent out, and he saw the woman in his sight turning her head slightly. She didn't answer, but just raised her hand.
It was alive and moving. Zhu Zan suddenly felt that his eyes were stinging and he could no longer look. He raised his head and looked at the sky.
"Nine years old." He shouted again, his voice seemed to be sent to the sky.
It's so high-pitched that it's almost broken, and it sounds a bit harsh.
Before the cry was finished, he shouted again.
The loud, hoarse, and sharp voice seemed to shout to the heavens and the earth, and dispersed one after another in the wilderness.
The horse's hooves clacked sharply, accompanied by the crack of the whip.
"Zhu Zan, why are you crazy!" Miss Jun shouted angrily.
Zhu Zan then put down his hands and looked at Miss Jun who was riding back.
"It's nothing." He smiled, "I just called your name."
"Is there anyone who shouts like this?" Miss Jun said, "I'm not deaf, you can't stop shouting?"
Zhu Zan looked at her and smiled.
"I just want to shout your name." He said, spreading his hands, "Just shout."
I just want to call your name.
Miss Jun looked at him, and Zhu Zan did not immediately look away as he usually didn't dare to look at her, but met her gaze with a smile.
Miss Jun suddenly remembered that on her way back to Beijing from Beijing not long ago, she teased Zhu Zan and asked him to call her Jiuling, but Zhu Zan was so angry that he refused without hesitation.
Then she thought that since she met Zhu Zan, he never called her by the name Jiuling.
Is that because he doesn't remember the name?
Of course not, he rushed to the capital and went to the grave of Princess Jiuling in person. Even when facing the empty tomb of the dead, he carefully used dew to tidy up his appearance.
Is that because he doesn't like the name?
Of course not. When he was walking outside, no matter who asked, he would clasp his fists and say his name loudly, Lingjiu, Lingjiu.
He would become depressed because Zhang Baotang accidentally mentioned this name at the dinner table.
He would fall out because he said, "I am a nine-year-old princess."
Why is this?
Why does he never mention the name?
Why did he suddenly dare to shout this name so loudly?
Why did he suddenly stop talking so much, stop making random jokes, and just smile all the time, unconsciously, smiling broadly when he walked beside her and followed her?
Because I like this name.
Miss Jun looked at him and said, "Oh," she put away her riding whip and turned the horse around and went forward again.
Maybe she didn't realize it herself. She drove the horse faster than before, so that the wind blowing on her face was stronger, which could take away the heat from her face and prevent it from spreading.
Like spring grass, it breaks through the stone wall and emerges from the soil, growing wildly and wildly. (To be continued)