Seeing Ji Chengde fall down again, Ji Wanrong was a little tired from standing. She leaned against Ji Lingxiao's wheelchair in boredom and blew a rogue whistle.
Ji Chengde's endurance is so low, how will he fight her in the future?
"Princess...Princess...Xiaguan...Xiaguan..."
Jing Zhaoyin looked at Ji Chengde who fell at his feet. He couldn't help him or not.
In his vast chest, there is only one word of "submission" for Ji Wanrong.
"You just said that you would expel Nanyang Marquis from the Nanyang Marquis Mansion, or punish him with twenty sticks for breaking into a private house. This is really unreasonable..."
Ji Wanrong smiled at him and said, "It doesn't matter. He will definitely go back to find his grandmother without giving up. Let her punish him."
After all, Lin Wenrui's younger brother is the adjutant of Jingzhao Mansion. If Lin Wenrui uses some tricks to make the people below him loose, it will be like scratching an itch.
Only when Mrs. Ji knew what Ji Chengde did today, and knew that Ji Chengde forced Ji Lingxiao to sever ties with him, would she beat him more painfully and harder.
But Ji Wanrong felt a little strange at the moment.
She deliberately asked Siqin to call Jing Zhaoyin.
After all, when she proposed to let Jing Zhaoyin hear the matter before, Lin Wenrui was confident, as if Jing Zhaoyin would definitely be able to help her.
She thought there must be some dispute between Lin Wenrui and Jing Zhaoyin.
But when Lin Wenrui fell down just now, Jing Zhaoyin kept looking at him intently, as if he didn't know this person at all.
Lin Wenrui looked for many opportunities to wink at Jing Zhaoyin, hoping that Jing Zhaoyin would snatch the land deed from her hands, or say that the land deed was fake.
But Jing Zhaoyin admitted impartially that his grandmother had personally taken out the land deed from the bank.
The completely different reactions between Jing Zhaoyin and Lin Wenrui seemed so strange!
Just as Ji Wanrong was thinking this, he saw Jing Zhaoyin in front of him wiping the sweat from his forehead and slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air.
"In that case, after Nanyang Hou wakes up, the official will leave?"
Jing Zhaoyin did not look at the others, but forced a smile towards Ji Wanrong.
Ji Wanrong slowly turned his gaze to Lin Wenrui's face.
Lin Wenrui was holding the boy's hand and slowly stood up, but she did not look at Jing Zhaoyin or in Ji Wanrong's direction, and there was no expression on her face.
Ji Wanrong stared at her for a long time, until he couldn't see any clues, and then nodded to Jing Zhaoyin again: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Lu. You can go, I, the princess, will go in with my brother to clean up." house."
After receiving Ji Wanrong's reply, the people watching the excitement gradually dispersed. Jing Zhaoyin took his heavy steps, slowly turned around, pedaled hard, and planned to mount his horse.
Ji Wanrong looked at his back, which was already wet with sweat. She blinked thoughtfully and put the land deed in her hand back into the space.
But just when Jing Zhaoyin's back gradually faded away, the crowd that was originally hidden among the people suddenly made a move.
They pulled out wooden sticks in an instant. They didn't know where the sticks came from, and they all rushed to Ji Wanrong's side.
Hearing Zhou Zhiruo's scream, Ji Wanrong shivered. Remembering that Zhou Zhiruo didn't know any martial arts, he yelled at Siqin.
"Siqin, protect Zuruo first!"
Siqin took the order, and in the midst of lightning and flint, the wooden stick struck straight at Ji Wanrong's own door.
Seeing Ji Lingxiao rushing to block him, Ji Wanrong used all his strength to push the wheelchair behind him.
Then he lowered his body, brushed his cheek against the stick and dodged away, but the man's goal was not the long stick in his hand. He suddenly let go of the stick and slammed his fist towards Ji Wanrong's waist.
Ji Wanrong did not expect the sudden change of movements of the thief in front of him. The double attack of the wooden stick on his face and the fist on his waist made Ji Wanrong's movements suddenly slow down.
Seeing that the powerful fist was about to hurt his abdomen, Ji Wanrong choked on his breath and almost fell down.
But the figure suddenly appeared in front of him, quickly stretched out his hand and held Ji Wanrong's waist.
Mo Jiecheng held a sword in his right hand and held Ji Wanrong's slender waist with his left hand.
Ji Wanrong felt his warm palm close to her waist, but in just a moment, he flicked his long arm and threw himself out again.
Ji Wanrong staggered several steps and looked up at Mo Jiecheng.
Mo Jiecheng didn't even use the sword in his hand, but simply turned over and kicked the thief in the chest.
The thief's chest shook violently, and he flew straight out like a piece of rag. Blood spurted out like a fountain, and a large pit suddenly dented downwards in the ribs of his chest.
So cruel!
Ji Wanrong slowly widened his eyes.
Mo Jiecheng's speed was extremely fast, his legs seemed to have grown into spirals, and he was like a wind blowing through the remaining clouds. In just a blink of an eye, he wiped out all the remaining thieves.
When Mo Jiecheng slowly stood firm on the ground, the sword in his hand was not stained with blood, but the thieves were already lying in a pool of blood.
Mo Jiecheng slowly sheathed the long sword in his hand and glanced at Ji Wanrong lightly: "Too weak."
Damn, the most annoying person to show off is!
Ji Wanrong felt that he was being touched by him, and suddenly raised his eyebrows.
"They are too weak to use my sword at all. They are not qualified."
When Ji Wanrong heard this, she let out a breath and glanced at the crowd in the pool of blood. None of those faces looked like anything she had ever seen before.
Mo Jiecheng was right. When Ji Wanrong saw that they were holding long sticks instead of long swords, he knew that these thieves were different from the previous assassins, and their martial arts skills were far inferior.
It's just that she hasn't exercised for too long and is rusty. She is worried about her brother and Zhou Zhiruo in the distance, and she doesn't think that the thief will suddenly put down the stick and attack her waist.
waist.
Ji Wanrong suddenly looked down at the purse around his waist.
Then Jiang looked into the distance, and Lin Wenrui's figure had long since disappeared.
The carriages of Ji Chengde and Nanyang Marquis Mansion also disappeared at some point.
Ji Wanrong thought, and a coldness suddenly appeared on his face.
If it is really Lin Wenrui.
From knowing that the land deed was in her hands to hiring a killer to take it back, it only took a stick of incense.
If this is the case, the power behind Lin Wenrui must not be underestimated.
"Yes, the assassination this time is not the same as before. This time, they are coming after me."
After Ji Wanrong said this feebly, he turned back to look at Ji Lingxiao and Zhou Zhiruo. Seeing that they were both safe and sound, he was even more sure of his guess.
Mo Jiecheng was a little surprised after hearing Ji Wanrong's words, and his eyebrows knitted together.
He wanted to speak, but saw her slowly entering Xie's house.
So he swallowed the words in his throat, turned his head and gave Chongzhou a remedial look, and silently followed Ji Wanrong into the house.
Xie's house is very large. To enter Ji Lingxiao's yard, you need to cross an artificial lake. In the center of the artificial lake, there are pavilions and waterside pavilions, which can be reached by boat.
Zhou Zhiruo pushed Ji Lingxiao and walked side by side with Ji Wanrong, all the way through the mansion.
But Ji Lingxiao suddenly raised his head to look at her, with a look of confusion on his face.
Ji Wanrong also looked at him doubtfully. She naturally knew what Ji Lingxiao was doubting.
Why does Xie Xijun, their mother, have such a big house in the center of the south of the city?
The level of luxury of this house is even comparable to that of the eldest princess.
