Chapter 717

Fang Chengyu didn't hide from Miss Jun about the division of property of the Fang family. Looking at the letter sent by Fang Chengyu, Miss Jun was silent.

A stick poked her in the back.

"What are you doing?" Miss Jun turned away without looking back. "If you have something to say, don't move all day."

"I don't have any." Zhu Zan stepped over, sat beside her, lowered his head and grabbed the grass on the ground, "you just started."

Miss Jun ignored him and looked at the road ahead.

"If you have something to say, what's the meaning of being bored?" Zhu Zan said.

"There's nothing to say." Miss Jun said, "the Fang family is also a poor man."

"Poor what, who knows what they knew at the beginning." Zhu Zan said, throwing the grass in his hand.

Miss Jun has always avoided going into this and remained silent for a moment.

"Anyway, the Fang brothers and sisters are innocent." She said, "the Fang family got together because of money, and now they are separated because of money. Although it is a damage to Deshengchang, it has not yet found another way to live again."

Then he clapped his hands and stood up.

"Let's go."

She turned and walked a few steps. She heard footsteps but didn't hear anything. She couldn't help looking back.

Zhu Zan was following with a smile. She suddenly stopped and looked at him. He seemed to be startled. He quickly put away his smile, blinked and still didn't speak.

Miss Jun looked at him.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

Zhu Zan shook his head somewhat puzzled.

"Why don't you talk?" Miss Jun asked, remembering that Zhu Zan didn't talk for a long time.

Zhu Zan stared.

"You're talking." He said, "I don't like talking."

It's getting quieter here.

"I didn't say that before."

It was on the way back to the capital from Beidi. He caught up with her and was so angry that he didn't bother to spy on her.

I wonder if she remembers?

Immediately I thought of many stupid things at that time, and suddenly I was covered with burrs. I wish I had never happened at that time. She must not remember.

Miss Jun didn't know that there were so many messy thoughts in his heart. She just asked casually. After asking, she turned and walked away without saying anything.

Zhu Zan breathed a sigh of relief and some disappointment, but there was no disappointment. Anyway, it was not pleasant. It was better to forget. He smiled and followed up.

Miss Jun reined in her horse and stared at him again.

"What makes you so happy?" She asked.

Zhu Zan was stunned again and stretched his face.

"No." He said.

There's nothing to be happy about. The secret of Fang's family is such a terrible Royal Scandal. What is he happy about? Is he gloating?

"Then why do you laugh all day?" Miss Jun asked puzzled.

Zhu Zan reached out and touched his face.

"Do I?" He asked.

Miss Jun glanced at him. She didn't speak. She turned her head to urge the horse. As soon as she turned her head and suddenly turned around, she saw the corner of Zhu Zan's mouth.

"Nah, NAH." She reached out and pointed, "look, look."

Zhu Zan stroked the raised corners of his mouth and suddenly felt very funny. He simply laughed.

Miss Jun glanced at him and did not speak again, urging the horse to gallop forward.

Zhu Zan looked at her back. On the beautiful wilderness in late autumn, the woman in dark and dusty clothes looked lonely and sassy, just as he had always remembered.

The actual age of the nine year old princess has been more than 20 years, but now the body is only 16 or 17 years old, which is not much different from that of the 13-year-old, so it looks like going back in time.

People who once disappeared and ran farther and farther in their memory really appeared.

"Hello." Zhu Zan put his hand to his mouth and couldn't help shouting.

The galloping figure did not leave the dust, nor was she indifferent, but stopped, and the people immediately 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 and continued to rush the horse.

"Hello." Zhu Zan shouted again.

This time the horse stopped, but the man didn't look back.

"I have a name." She just raised her voice with a little impatience.

She has a name.

Yes, that name.

Zhu Zan clenched his hands around his mouth, as if gathering countless forces.

"Nine years old." He shouted.

He thought it was shouting, but in fact, his voice was just like mosquitoes and flies.

People in sight are getting farther and farther away.

"Nine years old." He shouted again.

The highlighted voice was sent out. He saw the woman in his line of sight looking back slightly. She didn't answer, but raised her hand.

Living and active, Zhu Zan suddenly felt that his eyes were stabbed and couldn't see any more. He looked up at the sky.

"Nine years old." He shouted again, as if to send the voice to heaven.

High pitched to almost breaking sound, it sounds a little harsh.

Before the sound was over, he shouted again.

The loud, hoarse and sharp voice seemed to break the world and spread out one after another in the wilderness.

The horse's hooves rattled and beat with a slap of the whip.

"Zhu Zan, what are you crazy about!" Miss Jun shouted angrily.

Zhu Zan just let go and looked at Miss Jun who ran back on horseback.

"Nothing." He smiled. "Call your name."

"Did anyone shout that?" Miss Jun said, "I'm not deaf. You're not finished shouting?"

Zhu Zan looked at her and smiled.

"Just want to call your name." He said, as soon as he stood up, "just shout."

Just want to call your name.

Miss Jun looked at him. Zhu Zan didn't dare to look at her as usual. He immediately looked away, but smiled and met her.

Miss Jun suddenly remembered that on the way back to Beijing from Beidi not long ago, she teased Zhu Zan and asked him to call his ninth age, but Zhu Zan refused without hesitation.

Then she thought that he had never called Jiuling since he knew Zhu Zan.

Is that because he doesn't remember the name?

Of course not. He went to the capital and personally went to the grave of the ninth age princess. Even in the face of the tomb of the empty dead, he carefully cleaned his appearance with dew.

Is that because he doesn't like the name?

Of course not. He walks outside. No matter who asks, he will hug his fist and give his name in a loud voice, order nine, order nine.

He will be depressed because Zhang Baotang inadvertently mentioned the name at the dinner table.

He would turn his face because he said I was a nine year old princess.

Why?

Why did he never mention the name?

Why did he suddenly dare to shout the name so loudly?

Why did he suddenly stop talking so much, no longer talking nonsense and gags, but always smile, unconsciously, when walking beside her and following behind her?

Because I like the name.

Miss Jun looked at him with a cry, took back the whip and urged the horse to turn around and move forward again.

Perhaps she didn't find that she drove the horse faster than before, so that the wind blowing on her face was more violent, which could take away the heat on her face, so as not to spread like spring grass, break through the stone wall and drill out the soil, and grow disorderly and arrogant.