Chapter 613: Think of the past

Regarding the matter of returning to Beijing, Cheng Guogong had an idea, and said that when Mrs. Yu arrived, she would discuss it again. Miss Jun would not say anything.
Looking at the heavy face of Zhu Xi, Miss Jun took the initiative to leave.
It is very dangerous to return to Beijing. Their father and son have a lot to say and discuss a lot of things.
Miss Jun returned to her home, Zhao Hanqing was sitting at the front of the table with a bowl of medicine, and she came back and shouted her sister.
Miss Jun sat down beside her and watched her drink medicine.
During the time when the Bazhou blocked the Golden Thief from killing the enemy in the river, the treatment of the face sore on Zhao Hanqing had not stopped.
This medicine is very bitter. After drinking for so long, Zhao Hanqing is still not used to it. He drinks a bitter face and pinches a candied fruit.
Take a bite, take a bite, take a bite of sweetness, and repeat.
Miss Jun looked at her slightly fascinated.
Cheng Guogong returned to Beijing.
In fact, she once hoped.
When she learned that her father was dead, no one in the world knew the truth, and she hoped that someone would doubt his father's death.
When she fell into the palace and killed the emperor, she hoped that someone would come to help her.
"sister."
Zhao Hanqing’s voice rang in his ear, and one hand shook in front of his eyes.
Miss Jun has returned to God.

Is it finished?
she asked.
Zhao Hanqing nodded.
"What are you thinking?" she asked curiously.
"Thinking about some past things." Miss Jun said with a smile.
Zhao Hanqing nodded.
"That's no wonder you look sad," she said, nodding her head and not asking what was going on in the past. "Uncle Xia, they remembered the past."
Miss Jun wants to laugh and feel a little bit sad, but this also reminds her.
"I went to see Yang Shu," she said. "Are you going with me?"
Although the army was stationed outside the city, the Qingshan Army had already withdrawn from it. As the guardian of Miss Jun, she entered the Dingzhou City and arranged for the soldiers in the house to protect themselves.
When Miss Jun and Zhao Hanqing came over, the twilight was already heavy. The vast bungalows were occupied by the Qingshan Army. At this time, they were eating. There were tables and chairs in the yard, large bowls of wine, and men’s four tables. The table is talking about the excitement of eating and drinking.
"Miss Jun, Niu Niu is coming."
I saw a group of people coming over and greeted with enthusiasm, adding stools to add chopsticks and wine.
These things are not done by the people of Qingshan Jun. Only one slogan is heard, and several soldiers are busy.
"Uncle Iron, the wine you want." Two soldiers Ding Le uplifted a jar of wine, "not enough."
Iron feet nodded.
"Enough," he said, reaching out.
The two soldiers were already busy avoiding and carrying them in.
"Let's come to us, you don't have to start with Iron Uncle," they said.
The iron feet are not very good at deducting words. I watched the two soldiers put down the jars and thanked them.
"Uncle Iron, you are so polite." The two said with a touch of enthusiasm.
The iron feet also touched the head and watched the two soldiers leave happily.
"These soldiers will be very polite to us." Xia Yong said to Miss Jun, "all of them are blessed by Miss Jun."
It’s just polite, it’s just respectful and respectful, and each soldier is proud to speak with these people of Qingshan Army.
Miss Jun looked at the soldiers who had left the wine and left. These soldiers were the garrisons of Dingzhou. They did not fight with these folks like the Shun An Army, but they were still full of reverence.
"This is not because I am the wife of the founding father of the country." She said, looking at the people present.
There were forty-five people when they came out from Mt. Aoyama, and now there are thirty-two people.
Thirteen people died in the war, and there were no serious injuries. The people of Qingshan Army only died in battle.
"This is what you earned yourself." Miss Jun said, "The Qingshan Army is famous for everyone, and everyone respects it."
Listening to her saying that Yang Jing and Xia Yong smiled, the rest of the folks were ashamed as they were before.
"One person is not a soldier." Xia Yong said, "This is also your credit for Miss Jun."
Miss Jun smiled.
"Come." She didn't have another set of seats and picked up the wine bowl. "We drink a bowl."
After that, I turned back.
"Khan is not allowed to drink."
Zhao Hanqing, who is secretly holding up the wine bowl, has to reluctantly let go.
Looking at the expression of the blue, the men and women present here laughed, and several women still took the shoulders of the sweat.
"Niu Niu, don't worry, you can drink when you are sick." They laughed.
Because he had to eat and drink, Zhao Hanqing had already taken off his face cloth, and his expression did not sneak out of fear and nodded.
Here, everyone will drink the wine and drink it. After three bowls of wine, everyone will let go of it.
Yang Jing Xia Yong asked Miss Jun to enter the house.
"What is Miss Jun?" Xia Yong took the initiative to ask.
Miss Jun said that the country’s public going to Beijing.
When I left the Qingshan Mountain, I was escorting Mrs. Yu to the Hejian Bazhou to protect the people. Of course, what I did later exceeded expectations.
Now that the escorts of the people have been completed, Cheng Guogong has returned safely. What should be done next? Is this to ask their opinions? Yang Jing and Xia Yong looked at each other.
"Miss Jun needs us to do what we do." Yang Jing said, "We listen to you."
"Yeah, it is no problem to the country into Beijing. If you don't need it, let's go home." Xia Yong said.
Miss Jun nodded with a smile.
"This is not anxious, waiting for Mrs. Yu to come and collect the money, we will talk about the next business," she said.
Yang Jing Xia Yong smiled.
"I want to ask, your past." Miss Jun said suddenly.
Yang Jing Xia Yong squatted.
"I don't ask my Master's past." Miss Jun looked at them. "I know that if you don't have Xiao Zizi, you don't dare or admit to knowing him."
She sighed and reached out and pressed her forehead. It was a long time that she had not drunk so much wine, and her face was getting drunk.
"I asked you guys." She went on to say, "What is the Qingshan Army?"
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"Qingshanjun...."
At this time, in a house in Beijing, Qing Hebo, wearing a home-made round-necked robe, also said.
"It seems to have been heard."
Several men sitting in front of him looked surprised.

Is the grandfather knowing?
they said, and they took a few joys.
Sure enough, the big man is very knowledgeable, and Huang Daren should have asked you earlier.

Qing Hebo smiled.
"What is more comprehensive, but it has been a little longer." He said, slightly frowning. "It seems that it is about twenty years ago. In the north, I heard who mentioned this name."
At that time, it was the time when Qinghe Bo was the most beautiful.
Qing Hebo’s look was a bit reminiscent.
However, these men have no common memories and no interest in recollection.
"Then they are really officers and men?" They couldn't help but ask.
Qing Hebo frowned for a moment.
"What officers and men." He snorted, "the army."
Rebel army?
The word men know.
After many years of fighting in the big Qi Dajin and Zhou Dynasty, the northern land was very chaotic, and the thieves were all over the place. Many of the nostalgic hooligans also kept their family members. These people have been battling the battlefield all the year round, fighting for power to fight each other or to fight against the gold people for self-protection. Gradually It has also formed a number of powerful forces that cannot be underestimated.
The officers and men of the Great Zhou needed their help in the battle against the Jin people, so they jointly compiled a lot of these teams, known as the Rebels.
It turns out that this Qingshan army is...
Qing Hebo waved his hand again.
"No, no, they are not a volunteer. They are plain, that is, bandits." He continued, raising his eyebrows. "These bandits can't be completely trusted, and they can't be taken seriously. I remember helping a big battle. Later, I helped. There is no news."
Shake his head.
"A group of rabble, it is estimated to run back to be a bandit."
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"The Castle Peak Army is not a bandit."
Yang Jing was silent for a moment, looked up and looked at Miss Jun.
"Qingshan Army is an officer."

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