Chapter 206

Miss Jun frowned slightly and seemed very unhappy with his words.

"What are you doing? He's not well yet. Don't bully others." She said.

"What did I bully him?" Zhu Zan stared even more.

Fang Chengyu gently shook Miss Jun's hand.

"My brother didn't bully me." He said, "my brother wants to teach me ways to strengthen my body. I don't know if I can learn it, so ask you."

Zhu Zan looked at Fang Chengyu.

"You little fart child, you are so cunning. I didn't offend you, did I? Why stink me?" He said, "now pretend to be a good man. What was the grievance just now?"

"All right." Miss Jun frowned and interrupted him, "you can't learn now. Your body is weak not in a day or two. If you want to strengthen your body, you can't do it in a day or two. When you are better, I also have many ways to strengthen your body."

Fang Chengyu smiled and nodded.

"OK, OK." He said, and nodded at Zhu Zan sincerely, "thank you for your kindness. I can't learn now."

"Let's go. It's time to take medicine and get ready for bed." Said Miss Jun.

After that, he saluted Zhu zanlue. Fang Chengyu also said goodbye politely. Miss Jun held her arm and turned and walked.

"Children go to bed so early." Zhu Zan leaned against the pillar, pointed to the sky, shook his head and sighed, "what a waste of life."

Miss Jun and Fang Chengyu had gone in and ignored him.

Zhu Zan turns his head and Lei Zhonglian pestles him in the yard. He looks at him in the night.

"Big friend, why don't you go to bed? Don't waste your life." Zhu Zan said and raised his eyebrows. "Also, I know I'm beautiful, but don't always stare at me. If you look again, you'll pay."

Is this man really short of money?

Why can you change money for anything?

Is he a money chain?

If you really give him money, will he really want it? And then let me watch it?

Lei Zhonglian couldn't help thinking.

"Of course."

Seeing through his thoughts, Zhu Zan leaned against the corridor column and smiled. The lanterns swaying in the night wind shone on his white teeth.

"I'm a woodcutter. I have my word. Children and old people are not deceived. Those who want to see me have paid. I really let them see enough. If you don't believe it, go and inquire."

What does this have to do with the woodcutter?

Can today's woodcutters still make a living?

But what's good about firewood choppers?

Also, let him inquire. He doesn't even know who he is.

This man seems careless, but actually he is very crafty. As Miss Jun said, he first wants to confirm their identity, and second, he also wants to prevent his identity and whereabouts from being leaked.

When he is relieved, he can go.

Then wait.

Lei Zhonglian pointed to a room.

"That's the guest room." He said in a muffled voice. Without waiting for Zhu Zan to speak, he bowed his head and hurried to the front hall.

He slept in the lobby of the front hall and did not stay outside Fang Chengyu and miss Jun's bedroom, because miss Jun said that the place where she slept at night would be very dangerous and she could not save him.

Although Lei Zhonglian can't imagine how dangerous it is, she knows she hasn't lied. Since she left the door, she kept Chengyu with her all the time.

Rather than being a guard, the real guard is Miss Jun.

If you don't have a plan in mind, how can you be so determined.

Lei Zhonglian turned over on the bed board.

However, why does Miss Jun say that he is in trouble and we are in trouble, so we don't have to worry? Listen, what does that mean? It's a good thing he's in trouble?

And what's wrong with us?

These things made Lei Zhonglian a little confused. He shook his head to get rid of these messy things.

I don't understand these, but he understands another sentence said by Miss Jun. don't worry.

Lei Zhonglian turned over again, cocked up her ears, closed her eyes and fell asleep calmly.

The night was thick, but suddenly there was a bang and a man's complaint. It was obviously the one in the guest room.

Lei Zhonglian didn't open her eyes. The noisy voice gradually became silent, and the night was heavy. Occasionally, the whispers of night insects made everything quiet.

The night covers the whole earth regardless of poverty, wealth and lowliness.

But there are still many people on the earth who don't sleep.

There are still lights at the end of the street in a town, which looks lonely in the summer night.

It is a night snack stall, which is mainly supplied to the watchmen and soldiers and soldiers patrolling the city. The food hut is very simple. There are only two pots, one pot of Hu spicy soup and one pot of mutton stewed noodles. It bubbles and emits an attractive aroma in the night.

At this time, there was only one man guarding the stall. He looked thin and thin. He sat by the stove with his head down and dozed off.

Two watchmen came over laughing and joking, greeting as usual.

"Old Tiantou, old rules." Said one of them.

Another person has put Geng Gu on the table, shaking his sleeves to fan the wind.

"... what did he say when you saw the woodcutter..." He continued his previous dialogue.

When this sentence came to an end, a strong wind came, and one hand pressed his shoulder.

"Lao Tian, what are you doing..." The watchman turned his head and said in some displeasure, and then the words stopped abruptly, because the hand had reached his throat.

"You, who are you?" Another man also looked over and stammered.

Under the light of the wind lamp hanging on the shed, the night stall man is not the kind-hearted widowed and widowed old man they are familiar with.

This is a very charitable and ordinary face thrown among people. You won't look at it more and remember it after reading it.

"Which woodcutter?" He asked.

The two watchmen also recovered, and immediately they were anxious, afraid and flustered.

"Who are you?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Where's old man Tian?"

"Kill."

They screamed and waved their hands.

But the man pressed them on the table with one hand, but the movement was very conspicuous in the night. Just as a team of soldiers patrolling the city passed by, they hurriedly surrounded and pointed knives and guns at the man.

"Who are you?" The first soldier shouted.

The man leaned slightly, raised his arms and turned his waist to them.

"A bad man." He said calmly.

Work?

The soldiers were stunned, their eyes fell on the man's waist, and an embroidered spring knife came out from under their clothes. The soldiers immediately changed their complexion.

"It's adults." The head of the busy respectfully said, but looked a little confused. Looking at the man, "small eyes are clumsy. I don't recognize adults as..."

If it's from the local royal guards, they can't not recognize it, but the one in front of them is very strange.

"In the capital." The man said, raising his legs and stepping on the stool.

This action made his robe lift away, revealing a waist tag hanging inside.

The first soldier looked carefully and immediately stepped back.

"Adults do errands and avoid them quickly." He straightened up and said.

Before their voices fell, the soldiers put away their knives and guns and flew away.

This question and answer, the man always coerced the two watchmen, and the two watchmen didn't even have time to shout. In the twinkling of an eye, there were three of them left in the hut here.

Although the Q & A didn't say the identity of each other, the two watchmen also saw the Xiuchun Dao exposed by the man and the waist tag hanging. The waist tag was not clear, but the Xiuchun Dao recognized it, and the two watchmen didn't dare to shout at once.

Ancestors, how did they get into trouble with these ancestors?

Two people have to cry.

"Just ask a question and say it well." The man always said calmly, "what kind of person is a woodcutter?"

Firewood chopper?

The two watchmen were confused when asked.

"My Lord is looking for someone to cut firewood?" One of them stammered bravely, "they all live in the countryside and come to the city to sell firewood in the morning."

"Are there any strangers who call themselves firewood cutters recently?" The man looked at them and asked slowly.

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