Chapter 684

The night was dark and the lights in the remote courtyard were bright, but there were not many people to serve. There were hidden guards to isolate this side.

In the room, Miss Jun has sat down, Zhu Zan is still standing, and Xueer is shaking, kneeling on the ground and raising her head.

"You, are you really a nine year old princess?" She asked in a trembling voice.

Miss Jun looked at her and smiled.

"I took away the fire stick in the teahouse." She said, "I'm sorry that you were scolded by mother Zhou."

People in the womb don't know much about the little things that happen in the teahouse, unless they are the parties.

Xueer raised her hand to wipe her tears.

She didn't know whether to believe it or not, but she called out her name, told bing'er and Jiang Yanbao. Now she didn't know what to do.

"Princess, you are so naughty." She said, and then fell to the ground crying, while repeatedly knocking, "it was the slave who hurt you. It was the slave who hurt you. The slave shouldn't tell bing'er. The slave shouldn't tell bing'er too much, otherwise you can live well."

Miss Jun smiled.

"I'm alive now." She said, "and live better."

Xueer just cried bitterly.

"You don't know what's going on." Miss Jun looked at Zhu Zan, "did you know that I prayed for my father to leave the palace?"

Zhu Zan made a sound and continued to look away.

"I heard." He said in a muffled voice.

"In fact, I'm not going to pray and live in a royal temple." Miss Jun said, "I went with Doctor Zhang. The man you saw at home who taught you to play chess is not Doctor Zhang's entourage. He is Doctor Zhang."

Zhu Zan gave her a look.

"I see." He said.

When the chess game was cracked and Runan saw his gaffe, he understood.

Miss Jun briefly explained her medical study.

"So my father's illness is cured. He won't die of illness. Only bing'er and xue'er know about it." She said, looking at Xueer, who was still crying on the ground, "then I met binger in the palace."

At this point, she smiled.

"You all know what happened later. I died of illness and bing'er died of illness."

Xueer's cry was louder. Finally, she knelt down and came forward, grabbed Miss Jun's skirt and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Your Highness, your highness is the fault of the slaves." She cried.

Miss Jun stroked her head behind her.

"We're all right. It's not us." She said, "stop crying."

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"Then how, how did you become?"

At the moment of being comforted, Xueer asked with a trembling voice, raised her head and looked at the woman in front of her.

This strange woman.

"I don't know." Miss Jun said and looked at herself. "I thought I was dead. When I woke up, I became Jun pastor. God has eyes and wants to be fair to me."

Xueer kowtowed repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, your highness." She cried again, "Your Highness, I am willing to testify. I will testify."

"Don't be silly. What evidence do you do now?" Zhu Zan said in a muffled voice.

Miss Jun smiled, too.

"You'll testify, but not now." She said, "just wait safely."

Xueer nodded again and again.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Miss Jun looks at Zhu Zan. Zhu Zan is secretly looking at her. Her eyes collide and she quickly moves away.

Did you scare him?

Miss Jun smiled.

"If there's anything else you want to ask, you can ask me." She said, and thought of something, "you may have guessed that empress Xiao and the green mountain army are my master, that is, Doctor Zhang's family."

Zhu Zan made a noise and his sight drifted disorderly.

"Speaking of my master, there are more stories." "But it has nothing to do with you, miss," she said

Zhu Zan said again.

Looking at Zhu Zan, who is no longer smart and talkative in the past, Miss Jun smiled.

"If you have no other problems, go and have a rest first." She said.

Zhu Zan made a noise, turned and left.

Miss Jun didn't react to the cleanliness. She looked at Xueer who was still kneeling on the ground.

"Xueer, go too. As before, do what you should do as if today's thing hadn't happened." She said.

Xueer looked up at her bravely.

"I know what I said tonight is too strange." Miss Jun looked at her, "but I believe Xueer, you can do as usual. Bing'er is dead. We can't die. We should all live well."

Xueer nodded hard, and her frightened eyes gradually became firm.

Everyone left. Miss Jun was the only one left in the room. She sat in her chair and didn't move. She took a long breath and raised her hand to put out the light in the room.

The night was heavy and the lights were dim.

When footsteps sounded, the guard of the night patrol immediately looked at it with vigilance, and heard a painful cry before he could see it clearly.

Zhu Zan hissed and breathed in the cool air. He stretched out his hand and pressed his forehead. He felt dizzy and couldn't help bending down.

"Shizi? Are you okay?" The guards gathered around and asked with concern.

How to hit the tree well?

The son of God is drunk?

Even if you get drunk, the son of God is not the kind of person who can't see the road and hit the tree.

Zhu Zan lowered his head and waved his hands.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm looking for something." He said in a muffled voice, "you go, go."

So you're looking for something?

The guards held up their lights and shone under the tree. Is there anything here?

However, Zhu Zan did not take the initiative to say, and they would not take the initiative to ask.

"Shizi, do you need a lamp?" Asked a guard.

Zhu Zan waved his hand.

"No, No." He said, still bending over as if looking for something, "you go."

The guards no longer hesitated to salute and walked away.

Until these people walked away, Zhu Zan raised himself, reached out and pressed his forehead again, and hissed twice when he touched the bruised place.

Not knowing what to say, he scolded a dirty word and stood there stunned.

Where is this?

He frowned and muttered.

What a shame. Why are you so dazed?

The pain on his forehead made him gradually awake. Thinking of what had just happened, he couldn't help breathing in and out.

Chu, Jiu, Ling.

She is Chu Jiuling.

With a flutter, Zhu Zan trembled with fear. With a strange cry, a night bird slipped from the top of his head.

"Damn it." Zhu Zan scolded again and wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose.

He felt that he should think about something, but he didn't know what to think. He stood under the big tree, and the night drowned his body.

The birds chirped overhead, and the dew on the shaking branches and leaves fell on Zhu Zan's face. He woke up with an exciting spirit. The morning light in his sight was already dawn.

I fell asleep sitting here.

I thought I didn't sleep all night. I slept so deeply that I didn't even have a dream.

Zhu Zan scratched his head and thought of what happened last night. Isn't that a dream?

How could you have such a ridiculous dream?

He sat for a moment, got up and walked around. He heard a sound in the school field from a distance. His father kept practicing martial arts all year round.

Zhu Zan quickened his pace. As soon as he got to the school yard, he saw two people shooting arrows.

One is father Cheng Guogong, the other is Fang Chengyu.

"The son of God is coming." A female voice came.

Zhu Zan turned his head and saw Miss Jun coming too. Her eyes were opposite, and she smiled.

What should I do? What should I do?

Zhu Zan was confused in his mind, turned around and ran away.

"What happened to Shizi?" Fang Chengyu asked puzzled.

Miss Jun smiled.

"Maybe I'm hungry." She said, looking at Cheng Guogong and turning to the topic, "Guogong, is Chengyu's archery OK?"