Although Zhong Ling is cute and straightforward, she does not lack guard against others. She saw that although Zhao Ji was standing in front, there were several powerful guards from Kong Wu in the back. If she suddenly attacked her bad intentions, she would not be able to withstand it. So she sat on the wall and said while gently hooking the leather rope around her waist with her fingers, and then she looked at Zhao Ji with confidence.

Although Zhao Ji stood below, he couldn't see Zhong Ling's little movements, the little girl's clear eyes could hardly hide things, and he also guessed that she seemed to be brewing some small thoughts. He thought for a moment, turned around and waved to the guards and said, "You retreat first, don't come over. I want this little girl to see my skills."

After hearing this, the guards all smiled and retreated a few feet away. They protected Zhao Ji together, and saw that Prince Duan was not enthusiastic about the affairs of love and beauty, which was very different from the reputation that had been spread in Tokyo. Now it seems that Prince Duan has a surprisingly high taste and is a bit unique, and it is not really self-cultivation and not close to women. Naturally, they would not come forward to disturb Prince Duan’s rare spring heart.

After everyone stepped back, Zhao Ji saw that the look of caution on the little girl's face had indeed faded a lot, so he smiled at Zhong Ling and said, "I'm going to come up. Open your eyes wide. But be careful of your very poisonous mink, don't let it rush out and bite me."

Zhong Ling smiled and said, "Don't worry, I raised this Diaoer myself. I just listen to my own words and bite whoever I let it bite. Sometimes my father scolded me so hard that I let Diaoer come out to scare him!" While saying that, he looked at Zhao Ji curiously and looked at the wall. Could it be that this young man who looked gentle and kind also had good light skills?

When Zhao Ji heard this, he couldn't help but feel chilled. He remembered that Zhong Wanchou was so fierce that he was frightened by the pet raised by his daughter that he couldn't help but smile. Then he looked at the village wall and was about to find a way to climb up. Although the village wall was not as high as the real city wall, the wall was more than meter above the ground, and the mud mixed with grass was smeared on both sides, and it was impossible to climb up with bare hands.

After thinking for a while, Zhao Ji saw a wooden cart transporting goods outside a warehouse. He was delighted and walked over and pushed the wooden cart down the wall and stood it up. He then stepped on the wooden board and jumped up. He grabbed the wall with both hands and gently flipped it up. He immediately looked at Zhong Ling with a gloomy face: "See you have any skills?"

Zhong Ling originally thought that Zhao Ji would use such a great way to jump onto the wall. Seeing him climbing up like this clumsyly, there was a large piece of ugly mud rubbing against the fine silk shirt, he couldn't help laughing: "What's your ability? You can do it on the street, it's not counting!"

Zhao Ji lightly dusted the mud on his clothes and smiled and said, "A gentleman is not a different nature, but a good person is good at things. I know that using this cart to do things that I could not do is also my ability. I admit that you are very skilled, and you cannot look down on my flexibility."

"I don't understand anything. Do those books and articles also write about the ability to climb up the wall with a cart?"

Zhong Ling slapped his mouth and then stopped worrying about this section. Instead, he said, "What tricks do you have to see? If it becomes bad and it is a trick of climbing the wall with a chariot, I will lift you off the wall with one kick."

Zhao Ji smiled after hearing this, his hands crossed their joints and moved their joints. He always learned some little magic when he went to and from nightclubs. He had never had the chance to use it when he came to this world. It was more than enough to come to Meng Yimeng Zhongling, the little girl: "Look at my hands, don't be scared to fall off the wall later."

Although Zhong Ling didn't believe that Zhao Ji had real skills, seeing that he was very serious in his tone and expression, he couldn't help but look at him calmly, for fear that he would miss the wonderful scene by negligently. However, Zhao Ji's slender fingers kept bounced, and after watching for a while, he felt dazzled and said impatiently: "You have changed!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Ji spread his palms open, and a green bead flower was lying in his palm.

After a moment of blinking, Zhong Ling said, "This bead flower is just in your sleeve. I saw you climbing the wall just now!"

The trick was exposed casually. Zhao Ji was a little embarrassed and laughed dryly. Then he changed several tricks one after another, but Zhong Ling saw the flaws at a glance. However, during this brief contact, Zhong Ling's guard against Zhao Ji was much lowered. He also reached out to pull his sleeves, shook off many objects in his sleeves, and then said: "If you change again, you can change it this time, which is considered that you have real skills."

Zhao Ji smiled, rubbed his hands, raised them over his head, and after a while, he said to Zhong Ling: "Look up and take a look."

After hearing this, Zhong Ling raised his head and looked up, but saw a hazy mist in his sight. Looking carefully, the shadows in the fog showed a bamboo forest. When she looked closely, the clear spring rockery was vividly visible. She was very surprised. When she turned her head, she saw Zhao Ji pinched the corner of the silk hand that was as thin as a cicada wing and covered her head. The scene she had just seen was the embroidery already on the silk hand.

When Zhong Ling saw such exquisite silk hand embroidery, he really liked it. When he was about to ask for it, he swallowed the words to his mouth. Then he heard Zhao Ji say, "You promised me not to tell others about the mystery of the trick just now, and I will give this silk hand to you as a thank you."

Zhong Ling shook his head: "I don't want your things, and I don't tell others. I don't even know your name, and I'm not a friend. If I take your things, my mother will scold me."

Speaking of this, she looked a little lonely, and her smile just now disappeared like a flower, and she lowered her head and stopped talking.

Zhao Ji folded the silk squid and held it in his palm, then asked in a low voice: "Do your parents often scold you?"

"I won't tell you." Zhong Ling turned slightly, turned his head aside, but there was a crystal mist condensed in the corner of his eyes.

Zhao Ji sighed and said, "Miss, it is a blessing to talk to others if you have any worries. Don't look at my face, but my life is more pitiful than many people. My parents are gone, and although there are many brothers and sisters, their relationships are not harmonious, and each one should be careful of each other. I don't have many friends, and someone is willing to approach me. I probably have to think about what he wants to take away from me. Even if there are one or two good friends who can be loyal to each other, there are still many secrets in my heart that are hard to tell them..."

Hearing Zhao Ji's slightly low voice, Zhong Ling turned his head and looked at him with a serious look: "Are you making up stories to ask me to sympathize with you? My father said that only those men with no character will tell themselves pitifully in front of women."

Zhao Ji was so angry that he heard this. What kind of tutor is this! It seems that Zhong Wanchou instilled all the resentment in his heart into his daughter.

However, Zhong Ling did not ask about this section again, but instead sighed: "Actually, my father and my mother both love me so much, but sometimes it is exceptional. They are always happy to talk to me when they quarrel. I get annoyed when I get too many times. My father always gets angry with me for no reason. Once my mother said, if I really don't like me, I will kill me with one palm. I was so scared that I didn't go home for three days and three nights..."

As soon as the conversation was opened, the little girl no longer cared that Zhao Ji was a friend who was not even a friend, as if she wanted to pour out all the pain in her heart. As she spoke, tears came out of her eyes again. Seeing this, Zhao Ji handed over the silk handkerchief. Zhong Ling took it casually, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and then stopped her voice. Looking at the silk handkerchief soaked in tears, she said a little shyly: "It's all dirty..."

"It's okay, I still have a lot of them. If you don't want them, you can throw them away after using them." Zhao Ji said casually.

"That's not good. I'll return it to you after washing. Are you from the Song people's business group outside the village?" Zhong Ling said.

Zhao Ji nodded and said, "My surname is Zhao, and my family is ranked 11th. Just call him Zhao Shiyi. You know my name now, are we friends?"

"My father said..." When he spoke this, the little girl saw that Zhao Ji's expression was a little strange, so she smiled first: "All right, I'm a friend, anyway, my father doesn't know. I'm a friend with you, so you can't tell what I said just now."

She lowered her head and unfolded the silk squid soaked in tears. Seeing the pattern on it getting more and more beautiful after being stained with water vapor, she couldn't help but sigh: "You Song people are so leisurely. Such a thin piece of cloth can also create many exquisite patterns. Compared with this silk squid, the goods my father brought back are really despised. No wonder the one named Huo would lower the price."

She suddenly gritted her teeth and said, "There are also blames on the Song people's missions! They have not come to Dali for so many years, but my father came over when he went north to bring goods, making everything messy. Dad was in a bad mood and wanted to scold me again! I was so angry that I couldn't bear it. I followed the Song people's mission to release Diao'er and bite the messenger!"

When Zhao Ji heard this, he felt sweaty. Before he could speak, he suddenly heard a loud shout behind him: "You guy is far away from my daughter!"

Zhao Ji turned around and saw that Zhong Wanchou had finished the fight and was walking towards him with anger. His clothes were a little messy, his beard was missing, and there was some blood stain on his hem. It seemed that the battle situation was quite fierce just now.

When Zhong Ling saw his father coming, his face changed and he said, "Brother Zhao, I can't tell you anymore. My father came over and was about to get angry when he saw me staying with you."

After saying that, the little girl stood up, twisted her body and fell down to the ground, and then ran towards her father.

Zhao Ji stood on the wall, but he couldn't jump down as gently as Zhong Ling. Seeing that Zhong Wanchou was still rushing over, he was quite stunning to give him a knife. He was in a dilemma for a moment and thought that it was frivolous to approach his daughter, but he didn't want to be taught a lesson right now, and retribution came so quickly.

Zhong Ling went to dissuade his father, but Zhong Wanchou threw away his hand. He waved the big knife stained with blood, and then rushed towards the wall. At this moment, Zhao Ji's guards had already rushed over after hearing the news. Two people climbed up on the wall and protected Zhao Ji from left to right. The person standing on the ground took out a crossbow, aimed at the big knife in Zhong Wanchou's hand, and shot it all the way.

He heard the sound of a clanging arrow blade colliding with the back of the knife, Zhong Wanchou in the air was overturned by the crossbow arrow, and his tiger's mouth had already bloomed slightly. After landing, he looked at the guards on the ground with a serious look on his face, and saw that the heavy back of the knife was smashed into a conspicuous gap hole by the crossbow arrow. He knew that if the crossbow arrow aimed at his body, he would be afraid that it would pierce through it immediately. He couldn't help but feel awe in his heart. There were many masters in the martial arts world in the southwest. Zhong Wanchou himself had played with some self-defense equipment such as sleeve arrows, but he had never seen such a powerful crossbow as Ji Kuo!
Chapter completed!