Chapter 204

The little cripple's previous steps were still very difficult and crooked. After a few steps, although he was still slow, he had settled steadily.

It's like a child learning to walk. Although he can't walk steadily for the time being, it doesn't mean he can't walk.

The lame can't walk, and the one who can walk is not lame.

Hu GUI heard the footsteps and turned back.

"Miss Jun, young master." He hurriedly picked it up.

Miss Jun declined his help and helped Fang Chengyu out. Hu GUI hurried to lead the horse and cart.

"What about that one?"

The onlookers whispered and looked into the teahouse.

Zhu Zan stood at the door and looked calmly at the sight of the people and looked at Miss Jun who got into the carriage.

Miss Jun noticed that her eyes looked over.

Zhu Zan looked at her and smiled.

The facial features are handsome, the smiling face is bright, and the eyes are like stars.

The people in front of the teahouse were suddenly silent, followed by a low voice of admiration and amazement.

This is Zhu Zan. If Cheng is as gentle as jade, he is as bright as a gem.

Such a father and son are not like generals, but they are both born generals.

Miss Jun looked down.

"Let's go." She said.

"Go, go." Hu GUI said, with some exaggeration, waving to the surrounding people, "let's go."

He said he would sit on the car.

Zhu Zan jumped down on the steps of the teahouse and reached the front of the car in three or two steps. He raised his hand and pulled Hu GUI aside and sat down in the car.

He raised his hand and whistled. Without Lei Zhonglian throwing his whip, the horse had to move forward.

"Hey, you..." Hu GUI was dizzy and shouted to catch up.

The onlookers laughed, and someone grabbed Hu GUI.

"What kind of mess do you add? People are together."

Hu GUI had to look wronged and watch the carriage go down the street.

Miss Jun didn't object to Zhu Zan getting on the carriage. After the horse was driven around, Lei Zhonglian just gently pulled the reins and commanded the direction of the horse.

Zhu Zan leaned against the car.

"Whose hometown is this?" He asked, relaxed and familiar.

"Mine." Miss Jun replied inside.

Zhu Zan made a noise.

"No wonder you're like a bully here. You're really a dandy." He said.

Miss Jun smiled and said nothing.

However, she still remembers that Zhu Zan is a talker, and whether he is really talkative or pretending to be crazy, in short, he can continue the topic as long as he likes, no matter whether anyone answers or not.

"I just arrived in Runan today. Do you think it's a coincidence?"

"What fun do you have in Runan?"

"Your feet are fast enough."

"What are you doing in Yangcheng?"

"Just for gambling?"

"Hahaha, that's really sorry. You've lost your money."

"So go up the mountain to dig herbs?"

"Hahaha, that's really sorry. You almost fell to death and the herbs were lost."

When she heard this, Miss Jun sitting in the carriage looked at him.

"Not lost." She interrupted him.

Zhu Zan looks back at her.

"Just lost." He said.

"Then why are you wrong?" Said Miss Jun.

Lei Zhonglian sighed. Once he thought Miss Jun had a good temper and was not as unreasonable as everyone described, but now it seems that Miss Jun's temper is really not very good.

It's not unreasonable, but stubbornness is for sure.

She should not think that the man just released the hand that could kill her. It was really harmless.

Then why on earth could she not bear to provoke him?

Zhu Zan looked at her.

"Because I'm a good man. I sympathize with others when they are so unlucky." He said, "I can't help saying sorry for the blind god."

Speaking of this, I really looked at Miss Jun with some sympathy.

"I hope you don't feel sad. It's just a coincidence."

Miss Jun looked at him, angry and funny.

How did Cheng Guogong raise such a son?

"Yes, what a coincidence." She said and smiled.

She looked down, so she didn't see a trace of doubt in Zhu Zan's eyes.

Miss Jun's concession will not stop the topic.

"You said you grew up in Funing. Will you speak Funing dialect?" He asked suddenly.

Miss Jun doesn't know whether Jun Zhen will speak Funing dialect, but she will.

Master knew many dialects. At that time, he followed master to look at the map. He almost said a few words about the accent when he went there.

The map naturally includes Funing.

And miss Jun can never forget.

She was silent for a moment.

"No." "My father and mother only speak Mandarin at home," she said

Zhu Zan smiled.

"Mandarin with Henan flavor?" He raised his eyebrows again.

Miss Jun looked at him.

"Childe, Mandarin is Henan flavor." She said.

The old capital was Kaifeng, but now Nanjing has been the capital for only a few decades.

The reason why many officials in the north have changed the official seal to the official seal for the sake of the south is that the official seal has been changed to the official seal for the sake of the south.

Because Cheng Guogong has always been responsible for recovering the lost land and returning to the old capital.

As an official in the northern region, whether Jun Yingwen deliberately please Cheng Guogong or not, at least he is from caizhou, Henan Province.

Such an answer is the most appropriate with emotion and reason.

Miss Jun said this, took the fan and looked at the car shaking slowly. She didn't care about the slight change in Zhu Zan's expression.

"What a coincidence." He muttered.

Lei Zhonglian doesn't understand it. She doesn't know what's the coincidence of Henan Mandarin.

Miss Jun knows why he said Qiao.

Because she just said this sentence, Cheng Guogong also said it.

At that time, his father met him in the study. Cheng Guogong answered with a Henan accent.

Father joked that he'd better speak Mandarin, because Cheng Guogong was originally from Nanjing.

Cheng Guogong said such a sentence.

At that time, she had received the candied fruit from the Duke of Cheng Guogong and faced up to the man as an immortal. She firmly remembered what the immortal said.

But this sentence is really a very straightforward one. Cheng Guogong said it, which doesn't mean that others can't say it.

Especially Jun Yingwen, an official from Henan.

There are no questions in this answer. Naturally, it should be answered in this way.

"There are a lot of crooked reasons for children." Zhu Zan said, uncovering the topic, "where are your parents? No matter you allow you to be so domineering?"

Miss Jun stopped her fan and looked at him.

"My father is very famous. Haven't you heard of him?" She asked.

Zhu Zan hissed.

"There are many famous people. I..." He said, stopping again and looking at Miss Jun's sudden sound.

His reaction was really quick.

Miss Jun thought.

Jun Yingwen is indeed famous, but many officials die in office every year, and he is also a small official of seven grades.

For a person of Zhu Zan's status, it really won't come to the eye.

The reason why he reacted after this famous reminder is that he is also a person who never forgets and has complex information.

There are few cases for an official. If you follow this famous reminder, you will naturally find relevant information.

If anyone has such a clever son, he will spoil some, and Cheng Guogong is no exception.

"What a pity." Zhu Zan looked at her and said sympathetically, "Miss Jun, I'm sorry."

Miss Jun looked at him and nodded in return.

The carriage stopped at this time.

"Young grandma, here we are." Lei Zhonglian said.

The rain had stopped, but there were not many people in the street. Lei Zhonglian came forward and opened the door.

Zhu Zan got out of the car and looked around.

"Open a shop." He said casually, "what's driving?"

As he said this, he raised his head and looked at the plaque. His voice and expression were very loud.

"Jiuling hall." He read slowly, "Jiuling... Tang."

Zhu Zan looked at the plaque and didn't step for a moment.

"Miss Jiuling."

A voice came from one side at the same time.

This made him look at it instantly.

An old woman came trembling with an umbrella and saluted Miss Jun who helped Fang Chengyu into the door.

"Is it for consultation?" Miss Jun said, "please come in."

After she said this, she noticed Zhu Zan's sight and looked over.

Zhu Zan looked at her.

"Your name is Jiuling?" He asked.

Miss Jun smiled.

"Yes." She said, then turned her head and stepped into the door.

The old woman followed in with joy. Lei Zhonglian removed two more door panels. The hall became bright, and the voice of conversation came, making it lively.

Zhu Zan was still standing at the door, looking at the hall and the plaque.

"Nine years old."

He read again, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, immediately lowered his head to cover it, and then raised his head to look into the hall.

"What a fucking coincidence." He said.