Chapter 551

In winter, the Zhangqing mountain was cold and dry, but the work did not stop. In the early morning, there came the usual bangs and the shouts of men, women and children.

The sound continued for a long time. Liu ER was impatient when Lei Zhonglian and others came back sweating.

"Why is it so long?" She asked, bringing out the food hot on the stove.

"They say this is true in winter. They practice more because they are not busy with farm work." Lei Zhonglian said.

Liu'er glanced again.

"There's nothing to practice. It's just foolishly poking around with a long gun." She said.

Naturally, she also went to see the lively, but she didn't think it was lively and boring.

"It's not as good as Uncle Lei's gun. Tell Uncle Xia that you can teach them." She said generously.

Lei Zhonglian smiled.

"Each of them is really not as good at shooting as I am, but several of them are better than me." He said.

Liu Er didn't understand or care. She brought them good food and warmed them with a stove.

"The young lady went up the mountain?" Lei Zhonglian asked.

Liu Er nodded.

"I'm coming back soon." She said.

Every day, Miss Jun and Lei Zhonglian have the same work and rest. They go to practice soldiers, while she goes up the mountain to practice arrows with Zhao Hanqing, and then takes Zhao Hanqing to identify herbs.

A fragrance spread through the woods.

"OK, OK, you can eat." Miss Jun said, burying the lit branches and leaves in front of her with stones and earth.

Zhao Hanqing squatted on a stone and watched Miss Jun dig out two rhizomes wrapped in dead leaves.

"Is this really edible?" She asked curiously.

Miss Jun peeled off the skin of a rhizome with her hands upside down and breathed cool air in her mouth.

"Just try it." She said and handed the wooden stem and root to Zhao Hanqing.

Zhao Hanqing took it in doubt.

With Miss Jun, she didn't wear a mask anymore. She smelled it with her nose first. Then she bit her mouth carefully and her eyes lit up.

"Delicious." Miss Jun said with an eyebrow.

Zhao Hanqing had already eaten in a big gulp, nodded vaguely, and soon ate a piece.

"I never knew this humble grass had such delicious roots." She said with a beaming look.

"I didn't know." Miss Jun smiled.

Zhao Hanqing looked a little dark.

"Did he teach you?" She asked, her eyes somewhat jealous.

He naturally refers to Zhao Zhiyi.

"To be exact, he didn't teach me." Miss Jun said with a smile, "there's nothing to eat. He dug it out to satisfy his hunger. He didn't dig it for me to play or satisfy my greed."

Satisfy hunger

Isn't it easy for him? Zhao Hanqing was silent.

Miss Jun broke off half of the wooden stem in her hand and handed it to her. Zhao Hanqing took it and ate it impolitely.

"And he is very stingy." Miss Jun smiled again.

mean?

In the story told by Uncle Yang, the man exists like a God, but the immortal is not stingy.

Zhao Hanqing looked at Miss Jun.

Miss Jun pointed to the root in her hand.

"I ate half of it at that time." She said, her mouth curled. "Your father won't give me more food."

"Is it because it's bad to eat too much?" Zhao Hanqing hesitated and asked.

Miss Jun snorted.

"What? He said he was going to be full. He is the most important. It doesn't matter if my child is hungry." She said.

Did you say that? Shouldn't adults give way to children?

He Really significant.

Zhao Hanqing couldn't help laughing.

"You still laugh." Miss Jun reached out and pinched Zhao Hanqing's nose.

The ash on her hand left a mark, and miss Jun laughed.

Zhao Hanqing saw the ash on his hands and immediately pinched it from the ground and wiped the ash on Miss Jun's face.

When the girls were laughing in the mountain forest, Yang Jing came and couldn't help laughing at the two girls who were laughing and playing together.

"Miss Jun." He called, "a letter from the city."

These days, because the situation is getting worse and worse, the merchants are closed, and Deshengchang is no exception. There are plenty of rice reserves for the winter. Miss Jun asked them not to come again, and the news was delivered by carrier pigeons.

Xia Yong and others are also very familiar with carrier pigeons, so miss Jun simply let them accept the transmission. She doesn't have to ask Lei Zhonglian and other guards.

Miss Jun stopped laughing and didn't care about the black on her face. She came to take over the small scroll. After reading a few words, her expression became solemn.

"The situation is so bad." She whispered, exhaled and raised her head, "Uncle Yang, please arrange for me to go to the city."

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A cold wind blew, and the dead leaves on the ground flew around in front of the gate.

"I haven't come for more than a month. How did this city become like this?" A man stared at the closed gate and said in surprise.

"Hasn't the golden man hit here yet? How does it look like an empty city." Lei Zhonglian also said.

Remembering the bustle and bustle when they came to vaccinate, people come and go. It's so different from today.

"The situation is really bad." Miss Jun said on her horse, looking at the soldiers waiting on the gate, "call the door."

Miss Jun's name is very easy to use. When she heard the name, the gate of the city opened immediately. When she entered the city, governor Zhou came to hear the news.

"My miss Jun, why haven't you left yet?" He said in surprise and looked uneasy. "When is it? Why are you still here?"

Miss Jun comforted him and asked how the war was now.

The government will never tell the people the real situation of the war. Miss always Jun is no exception, or even tell her.

If she shouts to everyone to run, Qingyuan house will be in chaos.

Governor Zhou laughed.

"Of course not." He said, "if you have the Duke of Cheng, you can rest assured, Miss Jun."

I didn't talk much about others, and miss Jun didn't ask much.

"Yes, there is a problem." She nodded.

"There is really no problem with the presence of Cheng Guogong."

When he came to Deshengchang, the shopkeeper also said so, but his face was heavy.

"But now the biggest question is whether Cheng Guogong can be here."

He took out the more detailed letter he was about to send.

These letters come from Fang Jinxiu in the capital and Fang chengyu in Yangcheng. After reading these letters, Miss Jun will know what happened in the capital and the disputes in the court.

"Duke Cheng won't leave." Miss Jun said, "if you leave, you will be cheated by the golden man. If someone in the court is frightened and confused, Duke Cheng will not be confused."

There was another moment of silence.

I'm afraid the people in the court are not frightened and confused, but pretend to be confused on purpose.

And Zhu Zan, he really has a wolf before a tiger this time, which is more difficult than moving to Beijing at first.

"Tell all Deshengchang in the north to try their best to help if they meet the son of Duke Cheng." She said.

All, is this an order? Try your best to help. This is also familiar. It is exactly what master Fang told Deshengchang everywhere.

That means that the son of Cheng Guogong enjoys the same treatment as Miss Jun.

Deshengchang's shopkeeper was stunned, but he thought of master Fang's orders.

"Miss Jun's words are mine. You can do whatever she says."

In every correspondence, this sentence is always written on the front page, which has almost become the creed of Deshengchang.

"Yes." The shopkeeper bowed in response.

Because she had to rush back all night, Miss Jun stopped staying.

"Now the north is too chaotic and unsafe. Please send soldiers to escort it." The shopkeeper looked at the men standing in the yard.

Apart from Lei Zhonglian and other two or three people, the others are villagers with a rustic look.

Why don't you bring all your guards? These people are unreliable.

"No, they're enough." Said Miss Jun.

Miss Jun obeyed and didn't make trouble. The shopkeeper had to bow down and prepare some bags of rice grain for them, put them on horseback and watch them leave.

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On the mountain road at dusk, even ghosts can't be seen. Miss Jun's heart is very heavy when she thinks of the empty, decadent and desolate villages she saw along the way.

The prosperity and stability raised in ten years will be destroyed once, and it will take many years to recover.

Suddenly, a burst of footsteps came into her ears. Miss Jun sat up straight on the horse, and Yang Jing, who was walking in front, also stretched out his hand.

The procession stopped at once.

"Ha! I met a big fat sheep!"

The strange cry came from the roadside. At the same time, seven or eight men jumped out of the woods, holding knives and axes in their hands, looking ferocious and excited.

Sure enough, there are many bandits and thieves in troubled times. Miss Jun looked at these people and sighed.

"Kill them." She said.

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