Jun Jiuling

Miss Jun's voice was soft and slow, and it became softer towards the end. Only Mrs. Fang could hear the last sentence clearly.

Old Madam Fang looked at the girl in front of her, even though she had gone through a lot of wind and waves, she still showed a surprised expression.

"What did you say?" She couldn't help asking.

Miss Jun had already let go of her hand and took a step back quietly.

"The matter between me and the Ning family has been clarified, and we will have nothing to do with each other from now on." She said softly.

Has the matter with the Ning family been clarified? Two irrelevant?

How could she not understand what this meant?

Of course, if it was someone else, she would understand, but this Miss Jun...

Old lady Fang looked at her strangely.

Although the girl in front of her was wearing nondescript old clothes, her face was still that evil.

"What are you up to?" she asked.

The little girl had recovered from her fright, and snorted when she heard these two words.

"My young lady has already divorced the Ning family." She said, her voice choked with grievance when she said the word divorced.

The lady is so pitiful, the master and wife died early, and they were put in such a useless grandparent's house, they couldn't help, and they bullied the lady.

The words of retiring the engagement were heard by everyone around, and this time the servants and maids all showed consternation.

"How is it possible?" The servant woman who stood nearest blurted out.

Miss Jun glanced at her and smiled.

"How is this impossible?" she said softly.

This is of course possible, but it is impossible to get married. The Ning family will never recognize this marriage, but what the little girl said was that my lady and the Ning family divorced.

Miss Jun came to Yangcheng to get married to the Ning family, and she made such a fuss because of the marriage that she could even lose her life. How could she agree to annul the engagement?

"Of course it's possible, my lady will..." The little girl looked at these maids and maids and said bitterly.

Miss Jun interrupted her before she finished speaking.

"Let's talk about it later," she said, looking around.

Everyone subconsciously followed and looked around, only to find people gathered around to watch the excitement.

Some people were pointing and whispering to them, obviously they knew who Miss Jun was.

In Yangcheng, Miss Jun wished that everyone would recognize her as the fiancee of the ten sons of the Ning family. Now that she came to Beiliu Town where the Ning family was located, she must be even more ostentatious.

Coupled with the hanging scene at the inn, this small town probably knows who she is.

But wouldn't the more people there be the more she would like? Why did she take the initiative to leave?

Everyone's eyes could not help but fall on Miss Jun.

Miss Jun stood with her eyes downcast, her expression expressionless, showing no emotion.

"Thank you grandma for coming to pick me up." She curtsied slightly, "It frightened and troubled grandma."

Old lady Fang's hand trembled slightly, and she looked at Miss Jun with even more surprise, and there was a trace of complexity in the surprise.

Frightened and tired.

It was really unexpected that she could hear this sentence, and it was from this granddaughter who refused to look at her more.

The flash of this thought brought old lady Fang back to her senses in an instant, and the surprise dissipated, leaving only suspicion.

What does this granddaughter want to do?

"Miss, you are joking. We are the ones who have troubled you and made you suffer this humiliation." She said calmly, glanced at Miss Jun, and said nothing further, "Since you want to go to our Fang's house, then go."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and winked at a servant girl, who understood and took a few steps back.

Here, Miss Jun didn't speak any more and followed her.

Miss Jun was about to leave, and the little girl glared at the servants and girls of the Fang family to express her dislike and dissatisfaction, but she followed suit without saying a word.

Old Madam Fang brought two carriages, she got into one herself, and the servant girl led Miss Jun into the other one, and then the servants and maids crowded into the old lady's carriage above.

Of course, Miss Jun would not ride in the same car with lowly people like them.

The two carriages galloped away under the watchful eyes of the crowd, but no one noticed that a maid of the Fang family was also standing in the crowd and listening to everyone's discussions.

Although it was not an official road, the carriage still drove smoothly.

"What kind of carriage did you arrange for us?" The little girl sat in the carriage and complained with a disgusted expression on her face, "Pull people or goods, why don't you put a charcoal basin in such a cold day? Did you mean to freeze Miss to death on purpose. "

Miss Jun glanced at the carriage. In all fairness, the carriage was well made, but there was no decoration, let alone a small charcoal basin, but thick cushions and pillows.

"Of course it's pulling people," Miss Jun said.

Miss Jun who was hanged and unable to get up, or Miss Jun who died.

Miss Jun stroked the cushion on the car. Originally, this arrangement was very good and useful. The only accident was that the dead person was occupied by her.

Although Jun Zhenzhen is dead, she won't lie down anymore.

The wind hovered in the compartment through the curtains, carrying a bitter chill.

"Miss, are you cold?" The little girl rubbed her hands, asked with concern, and then complained, "Why don't you put a heater on the car."

Although Miss Jun's master and servant looked down on the Fang family, they were able to enjoy everything of the Fang family with peace of mind. They thought it was an honor for the Fang family in their hearts.

What a ridiculous and hateful child.

Miss Jun couldn't help but smile, the smile flashed past, and then the emotions turned overwhelmed.

In those people's hearts, it is also a matter of course to enjoy everything they have snatched from them, and then feel honored for giving them alms.

The hands on her knees that were covered by the hanging sleeves were tightly clenched, the tingling pain prevented her from screaming in her throat.

Since waking up, everything has been too weird, beyond her cognition, she can only deal with reality with calmness, and suppress those emotions that can easily make people lose their minds, so as not to drive herself crazy.

Hatred is the emotion that is most likely to make people lose their minds.

Miss Jun reached out to lift the curtain and looked out the window.

"Miss, is it too cold?" The little girl didn't notice her emotions, only saw her movements, and said hurriedly with approval, her dissatisfaction grew stronger, "Why don't you even have a hand stove?"

The little girl turned around and moved to the front of the car.

"Stop, stop," she called, "bring me the stove."

The people outside were a little confused by her yelling, but they didn't dare not listen, so they had to report to the old lady Fang, and a moment later the servant in the carriage brought a hand stove.

The little girl looked at the stove and frowned.

"This is an old hand stove." She said with disgust.

The maid looked forbearing.

"I'm not ready to go out, this is the old slave's, the lady will make do with it first."

The little girl threw the stove out.

"Oh, it's so dirty, I said why it smells so bad." She screamed.

The servant girl's face turned green.

The little girl is not over yet.

"...Why isn't there a charcoal basin in the car? The cushion is so thin, it's freezing to death..." She complained chirping.

Miss Jun, who was in a daze, couldn't help laughing.

"Liuer," she called.

The little girl immediately stopped talking and responded.

"Okay, we've said we should act urgently, and it's not too far away, so Renren will be there," Miss Jun said.

The little girl obeyed the young lady's words and snorted at the maid.

"Let's go." She waved her hand in disgust.

The maid turned and walked away to Miss Jun's stiff salute.

The convoy resumed driving, looking at the servant girl with a livid face, and everyone else in Mrs. Fang's carriage looked sympathetic.

They also heard what the little girl said just now.

"Miss Jun is very talkative this time." The maid said after holding back for a moment.

In any case, she is also the granddaughter of the old lady. The old lady can hate it. They are her own blood relatives. They break the bones and connect the tendons. They still have to be measured as servants.

Leaning on the leading pillow and keeping her eyes closed all the time, old lady Fang snorted.

"It turns out that one is singing bad faces and the other is singing red faces." She said, "Let's see what she comes up with."

The servants and maids bowed their heads in silence and did not dare to answer.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted by the wind, and the voice of the little girl in the carriage behind was faintly heard.

"...Miss, I will put my clothes on you..."

"...Miss, do you want tea?...Ah, it's been so long, you haven't had tea yet... Fortunately, I drank several cups at Ning's house..."

"...there is no tea in this car...they are too..."

Miss Jun looked away from the car window and looked at the little girl.

"No, I'm neither thirsty nor cold, just lift the curtain to get some air." She said, "You should also rest for a while."

The little girl vaguely felt that what the lady said to let her rest for a while, did she dislike her for making too much noise and tell her to shut up?

In the past, she didn't think too much about what Miss said, she meant whatever she said, but ever since Miss Shicai's conversations with Mrs. Ning at Ning's house, they were all kind words, but Mrs. Ning finally got angry. She walked away with a livid face. Looking back now, she felt that there seemed to be meaning in what the young lady said.

As Miss's most capable and only girl, Liu'er felt that she must understand what Miss said, so as not to go against Miss's meaning and make mistakes.

Liu Er Jingjing didn't see Miss saying a word to her for a moment, and she was even more sure that Miss meant to shut her up.

Miss Jun looked out the window without moving, and Liu'er felt her neck go numb.

"Miss, what are you looking at?" She couldn't help asking.

Miss Jun looked out of the window. There was a plain outside Beiliu Town, with a wide view. At this time, the cold winter was desolate and a little rough.

"Look at the scenery," she said.

She has traveled to many places and seen many scenery, but she has never been to this place north of the capital, and she never thought that she would be able to see it after death.