Quick time travel villain god is a bit skinny

Chapter 877

"If you are disobedient, our General's Mansion has plenty of ways to deal with you! It will make you notorious!"

Wei Lanzhi flicked the long whip in her hand, her beautiful face was slightly distorted, revealing a bit of ruthlessness.

"Oh? Just like you? Disobedient and despised by others?"

Ling Xiao was not afraid at all, and stared coldly at Wei Lanzhi who was losing his temper.

As expected, Wei Lanzhi looked grim, waved the long whip in his hand, and beat Ling Xiao aggressively, sarcastically saying: "I am your mother! I beat you to death, and you deserve it!"

Of course Ling Xiao wouldn't sit still, and immediately resorted to high-level martial arts to quickly gain the upper hand, and then she sacrificed the Nine Nether Fire, directly burning the whip in Wei Lanzhi's hand to ashes.

Wei Lanzhi was dumbfounded.

The Wei family whip method she was proud of, and the purple dragon whip that the old general gave her at the birthday banquet, were destroyed by Ling Xiao effortlessly!
Wei Lanzhi was so angry that her seven orifices were filled with smoke, without the Purple Dragon Whip, she could only use her fists and kicks, and rushed towards Ling Xiao recklessly!

Of course Ling Xiao would not be merciful to her, and kicked her out fiercely!
bang!
Wei Lanzhi bumped his head into the flower-and-bird painting screen of the private room, and his head was broken and bleeding immediately!
Ling Xiao walked briskly to Wei Lanzhi's side, and said with a cruel smile: "Mrs. Wei! You'd better pray and stop offending my father, otherwise, I have a million ways to ruin your reputation and die without a burial." place."

Wei Lanzhi has a delicate temper. Hearing this, she struggled to get up from the floor and covered her aching forehead with her hand. She could vaguely feel a trace of bright blood, and she could smell the stinging blood on the tip of her nose.

She was so angry that she shouted angrily: "You and your useless father are not good people! How dare you threaten me? Well, let's wait and see!"

Ling Xiao stepped forward violently, and once again threw out a fist, hitting Wei Lanzhi fiercely on the face!
Click!
Wei Lanzhi's face was distorted by her, her bones were disjointed, and a tooth was broken by Ling Xiao!
Wei Lanzhi spat out a broken tooth stained with bright red blood!

She covered her face in disbelief, her teeth were broken and her bones were misplaced, so wouldn't she be disfigured?

She must be ugly the way she is now!

Wei Lanzhi's contempt and disdain for Ling Xiao suddenly turned into a surge of intense hatred!
How dare she disfigure herself!
"Ah! I'm going to kill you! Bitch!"

Wei Lanzhi rushed over with all his teeth and claws, but Ling Xiao kicked him out with a quick kick!

It's like kicking off a disgusting piece of trash!

Ling Xiao didn't kill Wei Lanzhi, because she and Wei Lanzhi are mother-daughter relationship, so she can't kill Wei Lanzhi easily for the time being, because doing so violates the ethics of filial piety and family affection.

Second, let Wei Lanzhi end her life like this, isn't it a little too cheap for her?
She did a lot of evil in her previous life and killed her husband and daughter. In this life, Ling Xiao intends to humiliate her, make her lose everything she is proud of, and finally die in pain!

Wei Lanzhi was kicked away by Ling Xiao, and passed out on the spot from the pain!

Ling Xiao ignored her, turned around and left.

Return to Liang Mansion.

Ling Xiao instructed the cook to make a sumptuous dinner, specially for Liang Dong to nourish his body.

When Liang Dong came back from the imperial study, his expression seemed a little disturbed and uneasy.

"Ling Xiao, Your Majesty said that he wants to come to my house for dinner. Would you like to?"

Ling Xiao didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "Let him alone!"

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Ji ran in from the door of the restaurant happily. It turned out that when Liang Dong came home from work, Zhao Ji couldn't hold back and followed him quietly.

He deliberately asked the eunuch Su Mo to send a message to Liang Dong, asking if he could have dinner at Liang's house. Unexpectedly, Ling Xiao didn't have any objections, and readily agreed!

It turns out that the feeling of loving someone is so humble.

I want her to be happy, I want her to have no worries about food and clothing, and I want her to live a lifetime without worries.

Zhao Ji came to Ling Xiao's side, and smiled pretendingly: "I'm tired of the craftsmanship of the imperial dining room, and I want to come to Liang's mansion often for dinner, Ling Xiao, do you mind?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and said with a smile: "You can come, but you have to pay for food!"

Liang Dong almost choked on his saliva, and hurriedly gave Ling Xiao a suggestive look, and apologized to Zhao Ji in a low voice: "Your Majesty! My daughter has no intention of speaking! Your Majesty came to be a guest in the mansion. We are so prosperous, how could we charge anything... Food expenses?"

Zhao Ji was amused by Ling Xiao, and smiled happily: "It's okay! Master Liang! I am also an ordinary guest. How can I not show any sign when I come to your house for dinner?"

Before Liang Dong knelt down to make amends in trepidation, Zhao Ji beckoned, called a guard over, and gave Ling Xiao a mahogany box full of silver tickets on the spot.

Ling Xiao swiftly opened the box, and there were tens of thousands of taels of silver bills inside, enough for Zhao Ji to eat for a year in Liang Mansion.

However, as the emperor, Zhao Ji naturally never tires of food and fine food.

The three of them sat together to eat and chat happily, sometimes discussing anecdotes about the Song Dynasty, and sometimes chatting about the gossip between the royal family and the famous men and women in the capital.

After dinner, Liang Dong originally planned to send Zhao Ji back to the palace to rest.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Ji asked to stay overnight again.

Liang Dong naturally didn't dare to refuse, so he could only obediently agree.

In the Qinghe Garden where Ling Xiao lives.

Zhao Ji pretended to take a walk and walked along the corridor until he reached the gate of Qinghe Garden. He saw the servant girl Xiaohong guarding the gate, and asked respectfully, "Your Majesty, do you want...to enter the house and have a look?"

Ling Xiao had expected it a long time ago, and deliberately sent his confidant maid Xiaohong to guard in the yard.

Zhao Ji was guessed by the other party, and he didn't feel embarrassed. Instead, he smiled happily and said, "Yes! I want to go in!"

When he came to Ling Xiao's study, Ling Xiao was about to salute him, but he stopped him.

"Ling Xiao! From now on, there is no need to pay more etiquette between you and me. In front of you, I am just Mr. Zhao, an ordinary man who admires you, appreciates you, and admires you!"

There was a hint of affection in Zhao Ji's phoenix eyes.

Ling Xiao was taken aback for a moment, and said with a smile: "Okay! I'll just listen to you!"

The two sat in the study, and Ling Xiao took out the picture of living in Qiuxi Mountain painted by Liang Dong before, handed it to Zhao Ji and smiled and said: "This is my father's study! I think the layout is exquisite, and the ink and wash are elegant and full of charm! I plan to give it to my father. Open a Baishi painting gallery, and sell his calligraphy and paintings in the future! What do you think?"

Zhao Ji's level is very high. In the field of calligraphy and painting, he has studied under contemporary great writers and famous masters since he was a child. shoulder to shoulder!

Zhao Ji observed Liang Dong's work carefully, and said with a pertinent smile: "The brushwork is precise, the mind can turn freely, and the rendering is powerful. This painting can be regarded as a masterpiece."

Ling Xiao turned out the other exercises and copybooks with a smile, and showed Zhao Ji one by one.

Zhao Ji cooperated quite well, and in line with Ling Xiao's rhythm, he finished reading all these exercise copybooks!
"Master Liang is indeed a well-read generation!" Zhao Ji commented sincerely: "Although his writing skills still need to be developed, so far, his works are quite qualified and promising if they are taken out to open art galleries! "

(End of this chapter)