Reborn in the Water Margin as emperor, built tanks to level the world

If this is really the case, should I advise in time, or should I turn a blind eye?

Hey……

This is quite a difficult question.

But right now, the most important problem is that this woman is too bold and dares to point a sword at me.

Just when Zhao Ji was thinking wildly and didn't know what to do next...

The kind of flowers hurriedly came from a distance.

His face was even more horrified.

Even her little hands were trembling slightly at this moment:

"Sijin, that's an official family!"

"You, put the sword down quickly, put it down!"

Unexpectedly, after listening to Zhong Fanhua's loud dissuasion, the girl named Sijin not only did not abandon the sword immediately, but instead held the hilt of the sword tighter.

As she clenched her teeth, her beautiful eyes turned slightly red:

"Since it belongs to the official family of the Song Dynasty, it's just right!"

"I was afraid he was fake!"

"Sister, even the thief in front of me is as miserable as our father."

"Even now, we still don't know whether we are alive or dead!"

"Why do you still defend him like this?"

"Wait for my little sister to kill this thief today and avenge our father!"

As soon as Zhong Sijin finished speaking, with a flick of his wrist, he was about to pierce the sword in his hand into Zhao Ji's neck!

But at this moment, Zhao Jimo said that he was avoiding it, and even his steps could not move even half an inch.

He was even more horrified in his heart and shouted repeatedly:

This eldest sister, I am not that little bastard!

If you kill me now, I will die unjustly.

Whether it was Zhao Ji in the previous life or the unlucky official Zhao Ji.

On the body, it takes no effort at all.

Now that someone had a sword pressed against his neck, it was good enough that he didn't scream on the spot.

How can you turn danger into safety?

Seeing that Zhao Ji was about to die on the spot, Zhong Fanhua, who was rushing towards this place, was frightened to death.

In the anxiety in his heart, he could no longer care so much. He raised his delicate hand and held it straight to the tip of the sword.

In that moment.

Zhao Ji closed his eyes. In addition to being extremely depressed, all he felt in his heart was:

God, you are unfair!

My mother, I finally traveled through time, and before I could enjoy the endless blessings of being surrounded by beautiful women, I died here first.

Isn't this a bit too deceptive?

Zhong Sijin thrust out his sword, but when he saw his sister's little hand, it was too late to take it back.

While his heart was frightened, a touch of helplessness also emerged spontaneously.

Sister, why did you save that bastard!

It would be better for me to kill him today than to have so many people suffer in the world tomorrow!

I'm really pissed off by you.

Zhong Fanhua saw the snow-white blade disappearing into her hand, and she was not afraid that it was a fake.

But in order to prevent the matter before him from ending, he had no choice but to do this.

When the palms of my hands were in severe pain, my heart was filled with sadness.

At this moment, am I really being unfilial by saving my father's enemy?

After this, my hot-tempered sister will definitely not forgive me.

It’s really hard for me to forget!

With a heart-rending cry of pain, blood rose from the ground, and bloody flowers bloomed instantly from the palm of the hand where the flowers had been planted.

Zhao Ji was stunned!

Because he never expected that Zhong Fanhua, who only had a relationship with him, would use a fleshy palm to grab the three-foot green edge!

And that kind of brocade also regretted it after the sword was thrust out.

While the elite's tears were streaming down his face, the sword had long been thrown aside.

With a twist of her slender waist, she held her sister in her arms.

Looking at the blood-red palm, my heart felt even more painful:

"Sister, why are you so stupid?"

"I'm going to kill that bad guy, why do you want to stop me?"

Zhong Fanhua smiled sadly, and one of his arms was trembling due to the stinging pain in his palm:

"Little sister, you don't understand."

"Today, if the official family is alive, then our father still has a glimmer of hope."

"If the official family dies at your hands, then our father will definitely not survive."

"What's more, if an official dies suddenly, the entire Song Dynasty will inevitably fall into chaos."

Zhong Sijin felt annoyed and regretful at this moment.

I just wanted to find some gauze from the side to bandage my sister's wound.

But I saw that Zhao Ji had already taken gauze from the side and was about to bandage the wound of Zhongfanhua.

Zhong Sijin wanted to drive Zhao Ji aside, but was stopped by Zhong Fanhua.

When Zhong Fanhua looked at Zhao Ji, his expression was extremely complicated:

"My little sister is not sensible. She just shocked the official family. I hope the official family will never get along with her."

"It's better for me to bandage this wound myself. How dare I bother the officials to do it myself?"

As he said that, he wanted to use his other hand to take the gauze in Zhao Ji's hand.

However, Zhao Ji let him go:

"We'll talk about other things later. I'll bandage my concubine's wound first."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Zhong Fanhua's various objections, he insisted on wrapping his hands for him.

The distress and intolerance shown on his face, when reflected in Zhonghuahua's moist eyes, could not help but make ripples rise in his heart.

Zhong Sijin glanced at Zhao Ji with some hostility, then turned his head to the side, not looking at him.

His tone was as cold as before:

"Sister, let him bandage your wound."

"In this way, it can be regarded as atonement for the sins he committed in the first place!"

Zhong Fanhua wanted to say something more, but she opened her mouth several times in a row, but no words came out.

Until, when Zhao Ji finished bandaging the wounds of Zhong Fanhua...

Zhong Fanhua didn't hesitate much, his knees softened, and he knelt in front of Zhao Ji.

His face was firm, and his eyes were extremely complicated:

"Guan family, what my little sister did just now has frightened the official family."

"As my sister, I have an inevitable responsibility."

"I also ask the officials to punish him severely to calm the anger in his heart."

"I just hope that the officials can see that my little sister is young and don't blame her for her reckless behavior."

"In this way, no matter how much suffering I suffer, no matter how much sin I suffer, I won't have any complaints."

After saying this, Zhong Fanhua kowtowed three times to Zhao Ji.

He only stopped when his forehead was red and swollen.

Seeing her sister like this, Zhong Sijin's heart aches to death.

He raised his hand to pull his sister up from the ground.

But no matter how hard she tried, the flower-growing body would not move at all.

In the end, I became anxious and tears burst into my eyes again.

When he got to the sad point, his whole body began to sob:

"Sister, you, why are you begging that bastard?"

"That's a piece of shit who doesn't know right from wrong and doesn't know what's good or bad!"

"If he really knew what was good and what was evil, how could he have beaten my father so hard in the first place and imprisoned him in that Dali Temple again?"

"What did our father say wrong?"

"what?"

"I'm just advising this bastard not to be greedy for pleasure and waste money and people."

"Whether it is possible to save those silver taels to rectify military affairs or improve people's livelihood, it will be excellent."

"Just these words, just these words for the country and the people, the person in front of me had my legs broken and was thrown into prison."

"Sister, what's the use of begging him like this right now for such a ignorant person?"