Play Nice

Chapter 239 239: Jing Zhao had a crush on those years and led the cause of his father's death (one more)
Half a month later, Ming Teng brought Jing Jing back to Vigaranka, so he went well and returned with an injury.

Jing Jiuqi didn't ask anything, and took Jing Zhao to the bamboo house in Hongsu Village, leaving someone to guard it. Since then, Jing Zhao has never left there again.

Jing Jiuqi found a lot of teachers for him, teaching swordsmanship, riding and shooting, astronomy and geography, and everything.

From the age of eight to 15, during those seven years, Jing Zhao was isolated from the outside world, and Shang Lingling was the only one who broke into his territory.

"Help!"

Unlike men, girls' voices are clean and crisp.

Jing Zhao looked up and saw the girl's dirty face from the gap in the window, she slowly put down her hand.

The guns of the bodyguards at the door were still aimed at her.

Jing Zhao put down the book in his hand, got up and walked to the door, pushing open the wooden door: "Do you need help?"

His father hired so many teachers for him, but none of them taught him to be helpful.

He didn't know why he let a girl of unknown origin into his territory.

The 14-year-old Shangling collar has just grown, immature, but very beautiful.

"I'm not a bad person." She stood at the door and didn't walk around casually, "I'm from the empire and I was kidnapped here."

She speaks fluent foreign language, and although the red dress on her body is dirty, it can still be seen that it is expensive.He lost his shoes when he was running away, his feet were scarred, and he wore a jeweled anklet on his ankle, with two rubies hanging on it. There was an empty place. There were probably three, but one was lost.

She took a step forward, leaving bloody footprints on the ground.

"Can you help me contact my family?"

Jing Zhao put the pen and paper on the table, and finally said, "Number."

He speaks the language of the Empire.

"Do you speak imperial dialect?" In a foreign country, when she met someone who spoke the same language, she finally relaxed a little after her nerves had been tense for a long time. "Are you also an imperial?"

He didn't answer the question, just the two words just now: "Number."

The business leader wrote the number to him.

"Wait."

"Oh."

Then Jing summoned out.

Shang Lingling stood at the door and didn't move around. He came back soon and sat on the chair by the window, reading a book in a foreign language.

She stepped forward cautiously: "What's your name?"

He continued to read without answering.

"Do you live alone here?"

"where is your family?"

"What book are you reading?"

She talks a lot.

Jing Zhao didn't answer a word.

She finally calmed down and sat down next to the door, probably too tired to fall asleep after a while.

Jing Zhao put down the book and looked at her.

She slept for six hours without changing her posture. When she woke up, it was already dark. She stood up suddenly and only realized where she was when she saw him.

She breathed a sigh of relief and saw bread on the table.

"Can I eat?"

Jing Zhao hummed.

She ran over, grabbed it, and stuffed it into her mouth, like a hamster, stuffing her mouth full, chewing with her cheeks puffed out.

Jing Zhao went to pour a glass of water, put it on the table, then sat back on the chair, picked up the book, and turned a page.

After she was full, she began to look around, went to the window, and looked at him by the light.

Jing Zhao's hand turning over the book paused.

She suddenly grabbed his hand.

Out of defensive instinct, Jing Zhao quickly took his hand away: "What are you doing?"

The book fell to the ground.

He reached out to pick it up, but his eyelids were raised, staring at her.

She squatted down and looked at his hand picking up the book: "You have a scar here."

There is a scar on the side of Jing Zhao's index finger.

"how did you make it?"

Jing Zhao didn't understand, they didn't know each other well, why was this girl so bold and dare to touch his hand casually.

She talks a lot.

"Brother, can you tell me your name?"

"Can't you?"

"why?"

With bare feet, she squatted beside the chair: "You speak imperial dialect, have you lived in the empire before?"

"How did the scar on your hand come from?"

"When did it fall?"

The book could no longer be read, and Jing Zhao closed the book: "I didn't say it fell."

She snorted: "I guess."

Her hair is messy and her face is dirty, which can be described as unkempt.But in the light, her eyes were clear and bright, like black onyx soaked in water.

Jing Zhao had seen very few girls, and she was the only one over the years. It turned out to be different from him, from the bodyguards outside, and from his teachers.

She is alive and kicking.

These words should be wrong, he didn't know how to describe the girl.

"Little brother, what are those people outside doing?"

She doesn't seem to be afraid of him at all: "They are so fierce, and they even have guns. You are not kidnapped, are you?"

Jing Zhao glanced at her feet, the wounds on them were scabbed over: "They are bodyguards."

"Oh."

If you really want to describe it, it should be beautiful.

She is beautiful, even with such a dirty face.

Jing Zhao got up, went to the bedroom, took a pair of clean slippers, and threw them on the ground.

She put it on: "Where do I sleep at night?"

He pointed to a door.

Instead of going to bed immediately, she went to the table to get two loaves of bread and asked him, "Why is it always dark here?"

because of the war.

"The moon here is not bright at all." Teenage girls are very suitable for wearing red, like a flamboyant flame. "Have you been to the Empire?"

Jing Zhao stood at the door: "Well."

"When?"

"When I was very young."

His teachers wouldn't have any conversations with him other than teaching him, and his father even less.

He has never spoken as much as he does today.

The business leader chased after him and asked, "When was the baby?"

Jing Zhao stopped answering: "Go to sleep."

He closed his room and stood behind the door for a while, and when there was no sound, he sat down on the bed and looked at his hands in the always drowsy moonlight of Vigaranka.

Why did she grab his hand?
*****
"Leader."

"Leader."

Shang Lingling opened his eyes and saw Yang Shu, like a dream.

She rubbed her eyes and looked around, she was still in the bamboo house: "Mom."

Yang Shu opened her hand and hugged her: "Mom is here to pick you up."

Yang Shu seldom embraces business leaders.

She should not love her.

"Where's Dad? Why didn't he come?"

Yang Shu said with red eyes, "Dad is waiting for you at home."

*****
On the table in the living room of the bamboo house was a white envelope with a thick pile of rewards.

Yang Shu thanked Jing Zhao three times, bowing deeply each time.

The business leader is leaving.

He still reads books.

"Brother, can you tell me what your name is?"

He shook his head.

She looked at him with a look of gratitude: "The moon in the empire is beautiful, do you want to go and see it in the future?"

Her look...

Like some kind of carnivore, very aggressive, looking at him is like looking at prey.

"This is a thank you, thank you for saving me."

She put a ruby ​​on the table, which had been torn from the anklet, the medium and large of the two.

In addition, she left an address.

She was taken away by her mother.

The bamboo house returned to its previous appearance, quiet and unpopular, with her footprints on the ground and dried blood on the footprints.

Jing Zhao couldn't read the book and was looking at the ruby ​​on the table.

In the afternoon, Ming Teng came back from outside: "Little Jiuye."

Jing Zhao sat on a chair with the window open: "Have you found it?"

"Last week, the daughter of Shanghua International was kidnapped."

Business International.

Jing Zhao knew Shanghua International: "What's her name?"

Ming Teng said, "Business leaders lead."

It's her, the Imperial Mansion, the business leader.

The eight-year-old event Jingzhao still remembers.

"Is she here?"

"We have arrived in the empire safely, there is one more thing." Ming Teng said, "Shang Huaixu, the heir of Shanghua International, was burned to death by the kidnappers."

*****
"boom."

"boom."

"boom."

Three shots in a row, all ten rings.

Jing Zhao's marksmanship is comparable to that of a first-class sniper.

Jing Jiuqi handed him a wooden stick, he took it, and fought with Jing Jiuqi, within 10 minutes, Jing Jiuqi's stick was against his neck.

"you lose."

Jing Zhao couldn't beat him, not even once.

November was not cold in Vigaranka. Jing Zhao was naked and only wearing a pair of trousers. The young man's body was no longer thin, and his muscles were clearly defined.

"When can I go out?"

There was a water pipe next to him, and Jing Jiuqi took the water pipe and poured it directly on his body, covered in tendons and scars: "Wait until you beat me."

"unfair."

Jing Jiuqi's left eye is a fake eye, without light, it is gray and white: "Why is it unfair?"

"You were born 32 years before me."

Jing Zhao has rarely called Jing Jiuqi his father.

After Jing Jiuqi left, the security guard outside the bamboo house also left.When Jing Zhao was free, he first went to Guzhaisha and met Jing Jiuqi.

"I'm going to the Empire."

"Go to see her again?"

Jing Jiuqi thought that Jing Zhao was going to see the woman from the Lu family.

Jing Zhao said, "No."

　*****
　　When Jing Zhao was eight years old, he would write more details (including the scar) at the end of the episode at the Emperor's Mansion, but now he writes from Jing Zhao's perspective.

　　after twelve o'clock
　　
　
(End of this chapter)