True Daughter, She is the Almighty Boss

  Chapter 611 To beat you is to beat you. Do you still need to choose a date? 【1 more】

  When he heard this, Steward Ling hesitated.

  If it was the former Yingzijin, this kind of thing shouldn't involve her.

  But now she is still the first genius in the ancient medical world, and the Ling family is all high.

   "The young master was injured while discussing with other guards in the judicial hall." Steward Ling still said, "but the family master and his wife have already asked the ancient doctor to see it. It's okay."

   "Look at your appearance, it's not that you are hurt a little." Ying Ziying said faintly, "I'll go and see."

   "Miss Ying!" Steward Ling was anxious, and raised his hand to stop.

  But at that moment, he only felt numb all over his body, and he couldn't show his inner strength.

  When he regained his mobility, the girl had already entered the back room from the hall.

  The servants of the Lingzhonglou faction of the Ling family all knew Ying Zijin, so naturally they would not stop her.

Butler Ling hurriedly followed, too late to think about what happened just now.

  Ling’s house is different from other Guwu ancient medical families. The design of the house tends to be modern, simple, light and luxurious, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

   Jiang Ran’s bedroom.

  Ling Chonglou, Jiang Huaping and Ling Mianxi are all there.

  The three people were sitting on the side of the bed, their expressions dignified.

  On the bed, Jiang Ran was lying there with several layers of gauze wrapped around his head.

  The blood has stopped, but the terrifying scarlet can still be seen.

"Patriarch, madam, I have stabilized the young master’s injury." The ancient doctor wiped his sweat and took the gold needle off. "But his head has been hit too much. Can he wake up? Unknowns."

   Jiang Huaping’s voice was very soft, and tears fell all at once: "Unknown?"

   "It depends on his will to survive." The ancient doctor was also embarrassed, "Madam, I am ashamed of my poor medical skills."

  The ancient medicine is only one percent of the ancient martial artist, and the powerful ancient medicine is occupied by the big families of the ancient martial arts world.

  A medium-sized family like the Ling's family, it is not bad to have a group of resident ancient doctors.

  If you change the ancient doctor of Tianyi Sect, you can easily wake up Jiang Ran.

  Jiang Huaping is such a strong man, he clearly does not know how to martial arts, and he dares to meet the enemy alone.

  Ling Zijin has seen Jiang Huaping so many times, she is always smiling, even if she is injured.

  But now, she is crying.

   Ying Ziying stepped forward and asked, "What's the matter?"

   "I will pick him up from the guards of the Judicial Hall at night." Ling Mianxi let out a sigh of relief, "All the level 5 guards he had been with told me that after lunch, I never saw him again."

  The Judicial Hall includes food, lodging and vacations.

  Each guard can take one day off every week.

  It's Jiang Ran's turn to rest tomorrow, so she will pick him up.

   "I asked several questions, and finally asked a steward, saying that he was practicing martial arts in Houshan, and then I went over to take a look." Ling Mianxi whispered, "He is lying on the ground, the blood on his head is solidified."

  "I didn't dare to move him, because I was afraid of his injuries, so I had to call two ancient doctors from home to bring him back."

  Just listening, Ying Zijin knew how bad Jiang Ran was injured.

  She paused, rolled up her sleeves, and sat down: "Aunt Jiang, Uncle Ling, I will show him."

  Jiang Huaping realized that there was an extra person in the room, and suddenly raised his head, shocked: "Zijin, you—"

  When he heard this, the ancient doctor on the side suddenly jumped up: "Miss Ying? You are Miss Ying?!"

  How can he be able to see the first genius of ancient medicine here?

After   嬴子衿 disinfected the handle with alcohol: "Needle."

  The ancient doctor quickly handed over a new box of gold and silver needles.

  He watched the girl intently as the golden needles fell one by one, trying to determine which acupuncture point it was.

  But in the end, the girl dropped the needle too fast, and the ancient doctor was dazzled and dizzy.

  But this needle method reminds ancient doctors of the records in the books.

  He was shocked: "Miss Ying is using the 13th Guimen needle?"

  Thirteen needles of the ghost door, the unique knowledge of the heavenly doctor.

   "Hmm." Ying Ziying said faintly, "It has been useless for a long time, I am not very familiar."

  After finishing the injection, she took out two more pills and asked Ling Zhonglou to feed Jiang Ran.

  Thirty minutes later, Ying Zijing removes the needle.

  A few minutes later, Jiang Ran slowly opened his eyes.

  Seeing the light again, he still feels a little unreal.

  Jiang Ran looked at Ling Zhonglou, then at Ying Zijin, and said, "My two dads?"

   Ling Mianxi breathed a sigh of relief.

   can be funny, indicating that the brain is normal.

  Ling Zhonglou's voice slowed down, soft and low: "Who did it? Tell Dad."

  Jiang Ran finally came to his senses.

  But he closed his mouth and said nothing.

  Ling Zhonglou was patient: "Don't worry about the others, just tell Dad."

  Jiang Ran still did not say.

  嬴子衿 also looked at him: "Say, who did it."

   Jiang Ran opened his mouth, lowered his head, and said reluctantly: "Qiao's family, Qiao Dong."

   "Qiao's family?" Ling Zhonglou didn't care about Jiang Ran so quickly, he twitched his eyebrows, "Is it the Qiao's family attached to the Fan's family?"

  Fan family is a big family in the ancient martial arts world.

Although    is not as good as Lin, Xie, and Yue, it is also ranked in the top ten.

   Jiang Ran boringly nodded: "Well, he is eighty years old, I can't beat him."

   Jiang finished listening to the painting screen, and laughed angrily: "Eighty years old, bullying my son hasn't even arrived in his 20s. Does Qiao's family still have a face?"

  Generally older ancient warriors will not intervene in matters between juniors.

  Except for Xie's family, no one in Xie's family dared to mess with it.

  嬴子衿 asked again: "Why did he hit you?"

"Just... it's the weekend match." Jiang Ran said in a very small voice. "The guard who was fighting against me was called Qiao Ting. He was Qiao Dong's nephew. In order for his nephew to win, Qiao Dong wanted me to withdraw from the ring. I If he didn't agree, he said he wanted to destroy me."

  Jianghua held his breath and shook his fingers: "His nephew, there are 50 or 60, right?"

  Jiang Ran nodded again.

  Ying Ziyan nodded slightly, his expression still calm: "Okay, I get it."

  Ling Mianxi stood up slowly, her fingers clenched, her eyes cold: "Qiao Dong, right? I'll kill him!"

  She grew up spoiled, especially Jiang Ran.

  Since childhood, Jiang Ran has become lawless.

  But he is kind by nature, and he has never been hurt like this before.

   "Sleep!" Jiang Huaping pulled her, and said solemnly, "Sleep, you can't go, there are too many people staring at you, and you definitely can't go rightly."

   "Yes, sister." Jiang Ran coughed a few times, "It's okay for me to get a little hurt. If something happens to you, what will the Ling family do?"

   "Otherwise? It's up to you to be beaten? I can't swallow this breath." Ling Mianxi raised his eyebrows, "but it makes sense. I can't go in an open manner, I'll go secretly."

  Ying Ziying embraced her arms: "Well, I will go with you secretly."

  Ling Chonglou: "……"

  Jiang painting screen: "..."

  Jiang Ran: "???"

WTF?

   "Qiao's house is still going." Ling Zhonglou stood up, "You guys don't want to go, I'll go and see."

   Jiang Huaping's expression changed, and he grabbed his clothes: "Chonglou."

   "It's okay." Ling Zhonglou comforted him, "Little painting, I'll be fine."

  Ling Zhonglou took the steward Ling out.

  The atmosphere in the bedroom is still solemn.

  Jiang Huaping sighed, stood up, and went to the kitchen next door to prepare for food.

After taking a sip of water, Jiang Ran said dullly, "Father Ying, the reason why my mom stopped my dad is because there are too many internal fights in our family. Enter through the side door."

   Ying Zijin's eyes slightly narrowed: "I found it."

"The other direct descendants are just waiting to catch my dad's mistake so that he can get him off the stage." Jiang Ran pursed his lips. "The Qiao family and the Ling family are of equal power, but they are backed by the Fan family and their status is even higher. "

   "Okay, stop talking." Ling Mianxi stood up, "Take a good rest, your sister covers you."

  Jiang Ran was very moved: "Sister, I think..."

   "Don't even think about it."

  "……"

  **

  Qiao's house.

  Ling Zhonglou and his guards broke in directly.

   "It turned out to be a heavy building." Patriarch Qiao narrowed his eyes and stood up, "Why did you come to my Qiao house suddenly today? Is something wrong?"

   "But you are so aggressive, you don't seem to be a guest at all."

   "What am I here to do, you have a clear mind." Ling Zhonglou said faintly, "80-year-olds, bullying 20-year-olds, is it fun?"

   Patriarch Qiao didn’t take it seriously: “How can it be called a bully? Isn’t all the guards of the justice hall able to learn from each other? Qiao Dong just gave your son some pointers. Is this really hateful?”

  Ling Zhonglou's voice turned cold: "Give me advice? Are you looking for death!"

  He was extremely fast, and in the next second, he grabbed Patriarch Qiao’s neckline.

   Patriarch Qiao was taken aback, but his face was very calm.

   "Ling Chonglou, you never thought about a problem with me." He smiled peacefully, "Back then, you married an ordinary person, and your Ling family elders are already dissatisfied with you."

   "Not to mention, how many fights do you have in the Ling family? How many people are staring at your position as Patriarch?"

  Ling Zhonglou's expression instantly became cold.

"You might as well have a guess. If you really do something to my Qiao family, can't you still be able to hold your seat as Patriarch?" Patriarch Qiao smiled presumptuously, "Without your Patriarch, you can rely on you for one and a half. Master Bu Guwu, can you still protect Jiang Huaping?"

The reputation of   Jiang Painting Screen is not low.

  Becoming the mistress of the Ling family as an ordinary person has surprised the other ancient martial arts families.

  Especially her appearance is extremely prosperous, she is also a rare beauty in the ancient martial arts world.

  The ancient warriors are used to burning, killing, looting, and continuing the ancient style. It is a complete patriarchal rule, and the status of women is lower.

  Don't talk about the Xie family, even if it is another Guwu family, any woman they fall in love with will be snatched back by force.

  Unless you have the strength, such as Yingzijin, such as Ling Mianxi.

  Kejiang painted screen, completely ordinary people.

  Ling Zhonglou took a deep breath, and the veins in his hands jumped wildly.

   "Chonglou, forbearance is calm for a while." Patriarch Qiao noticed the change in his emotions and said lightly, "Without certain power, you can only endure it. Are you right?"

   "Yes, not bad." Ling Chonglou also smiled, grinning coldly, "I don't need to choose a date to beat you."

   Patriarch Qiao frowned: "What did you say?"

   Before he could react, he was slapped in the face by Ling Zhonglou.

  The slap was so intense that Patriarch Qiao’s brain buzzed.

   Then, another slap slapped up.

  Ling Chonglou didn't let him go until he vomited blood from the head of the Qiao family.

   turned around and strode away.

   Patriarch Qiao lay on the ground, mad and slurred: "Ling Chonglou, wait for it to be done!"

  Wait, he wants to disclose all these news to the other direct descendants of the Ling family, so that Ling Zhonglou will step down from the Ling family!

  He wanted to see how Ling Zhonglou was arrogant in front of him at that time!

  **

  The other side of Qiao’s house.

  Qiao Dong drank a lot of wine because he was happy.

  He was drunk, and grabbed Qiao Ting’s shoulders: "Xiaoting, I must give my uncle strength. In the day after tomorrow's arena, then Jiang Ran can't play against you, you will be able to successfully promote to the fourth level."

  Qiao Ting is fifty years old this year.

  But he can't be called a genius, because his ancient martial arts cultivation is only about thirty-five years, and it has been a long time.

Although Jiang Ran has only caught up in the past two years, but in terms of actual combat ability, he is much better than Qiao Ting.

  After all, he had been severely beaten by Fu Yunshen.

   "Uncle, don't worry." Qiao Ting was also very happy, "I will not shame you."

   Talking, he hesitated: "However, today you beat Jiang Ran that kid like that, what if the Ling family retaliates?"

   "Retaliation?" Qiao Dong snorted, "What's the situation in the Ling family, you still don't know? Ling Chonglou dares to retaliate, so don't want his position as Patriarch."

  Qiao Ting was relieved when he heard this.

  After he sent Qiao Dong back, he went back to the room.

  Qiao Dong sits in a chair, ready to read the book of war for a while while sleeping.

  But when he just opened the book, one hand grabbed his collar from behind and lifted him up.

   "Boom", he was slammed against the wall, and his body was dropped.

  Under the light, the girl's face is cold.

  (End of this chapter)