My Lord, your wife is spreading rumors about you again.

Chapter 20 Become famous in one battle

Mo Zhengfeng was tied to a pillar in an extremely shameful posture. Only now did he understand why Mingli used ropes to tie people up. If he didn't have this rope now, he would probably have such weak legs that he wouldn't even be able to stand steadily.

Mingli casually took an arrow from the hand of the Jiang family's servant, and without any warning or giving anyone any time to prepare, he threw it out.

A silver light flashed, followed by a 'bang' sound, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

An arrow was firmly inserted into the peony, and a few petals were shaken off. The tail trembled slightly, leaving a little blood that dripped onto the ground. The sharp part scratched the tip of Mo Zhengfeng's middle finger on his right hand, but did not hurt anything else, just broke the skin and bled.

Mingli did it on purpose. She was seeking revenge for the arrow that Mo Zhengfeng had just shot.

Seeing this, Zhu tightly gripped the armrest, wondering when Mingli would throw the arrow.
Madam Li leaned over and said in surprise, "That's not right, madam. The second young lady has an old injury on her right wrist, but she looks so agile, it doesn't seem like that at all."

"That's right. She's not Mingli."

Zhu said this with absolute certainty.

But how can two people in the world look exactly the same? Even the teardrop mole under the corner of the eye is exactly the same. But if she is the Ming Li who was bullied in the past, how can she explain her current appearance full of thorns and viciousness?
Mingli had an injury on her right shoulder, so her hand shouldn't have been so steady, but in order to be able to throw the three arrows steadily, she took some medicine before going on stage to temporarily curb the pain.

"Mr. Mo, I want to continue."

Mingli smiled, but her eyes suddenly became fierce. She said coldly: "I am not displeased that you challenged me to compete. It's because women can also learn the six arts of a gentleman. Remember, women are not only good at tasting tea and arranging flowers. As for archery, I am far better than you!"

"Whoosh-"

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Mingli was not aiming at the peony flower at all, but at Mo Zhengfeng's eyes!
Mo Zhengfeng's eyelids were twitching wildly, his scalp was numbing, and the blood in his body was cooling down bit by bit.

He couldn't control his movements, and his innate desire to survive made him tilt his head subconsciously.

The arrow did not hit the flower, but was firmly inserted into the wooden pillar. He turned around and was frightened. The arrow was right where his head had been.

If I hadn't dodged it, I would be a corpse now.

Mingli, she, she really wants to kill herself!
"The last arrow."

Mingli was still calm and collected. She took the arrow handed to her by the servant. Mo Zhengfeng had already started to sob. Zhu, who was sitting at the main seat, suddenly said, "Second girl, why don't you give Third Aunt a favor? We are all high-ranking families in Kyoto, and we have a lot of dignity to bear. It's just that we are young and playful. I think we should just forget about this last arrow."

"Selling favor to Third Aunt?"

It was past noon, and a warm breeze blew Mingli's black hair. She smiled and said, "How much silver is Third Aunt going to give me?"

Zhu: “.”

Ming Li hid his smile and spoke in a strong voice, "The death warrant has been signed, there is no way of stopping. When Mo Zhengfeng cut my face, Third Aunt remained silent. Why is it that now that it's his turn, Third Aunt is begging for mercy?"

Mingli smiled slightly and turned to look at Zhu, "If you don't know, you would think there is some unusual relationship between Third Aunt and Mr. Mo."

Madam Li immediately said, "Second Miss, please be careful with your words!"

"Do you have the right to interrupt the master?" Mingli's voice was inexplicably cold. She raised the arrowhead: "But if Third Aunt really cares about Mr. Mo, you can take his place in the test. I have no objection."

Upon hearing this, there was a commotion among the female and male relatives. Li Ma Ma stopped Zhu who was about to speak, indicating that she must shoot with this arrow without hesitation and should not wade into the muddy water again.
Seeing this, Mingli sneered, "Since Third Aunt doesn't dare, then I will start."

There was still blood on her face, and when she smiled like that, she looked like a fledgling, bloodthirsty, warlike, fearless wild animal cub.

"Second Miss Ming! I... I don't, no I don't"

Mo Zhengfeng was crying so hard that he was out of breath.

"Shut up." Mingli shouted indifferently. The arrowhead in her hand was still not aimed at the peony. The girl held the arrowhead at eye level, squinting her eyes to aim at a certain part of his lower body.

Mo Zhengfeng was about to collapse. He looked at Mingli opposite him as if he saw the Black and White Impermanence. This woman was a lunatic! He should not have agreed to Zhu's request at all!

Mingli seemed to be ready. She raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "You'd better take the last arrow."

“No!” Mo Zhengfeng’s head and face were covered in cold sweat. He shouted loudly: “Grandpa! I’m calling you Grandpa! No! Second Miss Ming! I give up, I give up!!”

Mingli frowned slightly, her expression somewhat lost. She sighed and slowly put down the arrowhead in her hand, "How boring."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they were more regretful that they didn't see the end of this good show.

However, Mingli turned around and took two steps when his eyes suddenly lit up, "No, you only called me grandpa when you lost the competition. If you admit defeat, you should shout 'The Imperial Censor of Lianghuai Salt is a pig' and kowtow to me."

"So, I have to shoot this arrow!"

Mo Zhengfeng's pupils widened and his face turned ashen.

Mingli didn't even want to look back. She just turned her back and threw him backwards. Seeing this, many women present screamed and covered their eyes subconsciously.

"boom--"

Everyone looked up and saw that the arrowhead was shot steadily into the last peony flower.

However, Mo Zhengfeng was silent. Only a fishy liquid was seen dripping from his crotch. He had frightened himself to death.

Upon seeing this, Zhu's eyes darkened and she cursed inwardly, "Useless thing", and then hurriedly ordered Li Ma to carry Mo Zhengfeng away to rest.

"In this round, Miss Ming wins!"

When Ji met this result, he was stunned for a long while, then shouted: "Won? Won! I won! I finally won a game! Now, let's see if the old man will still say that I am not good at anything, I eat everything without leaving any, and I am the number one in skipping school! Hahahahahahaha."

My goodness, with this situation, Mingli almost thought that the one who won the competition was not him at all, but that Young Master Ji.

Mingli suddenly turned around and met Zhang Zhi's gaze. Unexpectedly, the young man put away the hostility in his eyes and smiled at her.

As soon as he relaxed his strength, Dahei in his arms exhaled a breath of relief. My cat is finally alive.
From today onwards, the words "Mingli" will spread throughout Kyoto!

"Ms. Ming is really capable." Zang Ying, who had been sitting next to her, was instructed by Zhu and her mother and said, "But a competition between men and women is unfair to you after all. How about a competition between the two of us?"

Mingli was just about to leave the table when he heard this question and looked up. Who was this person?

"She is Zang Ying, the daughter of the Zang family, the commander of the City Gate Division." Jiang Tong explained to her in a low voice. She suddenly felt that Mingli was not a girl from a noble family. How come she didn't recognize any of them?

Mingli nodded slightly: "What do you want to compare?"

Zang Ying said: "You are a good archer, why don't we compete in horseback archery?"

The whole room was in uproar again. The commander of the city gate was a military commander, and Zang Ying was also talented in riding and shooting. Some men's riding skills were not even as good as hers.

"can."

Mingli agreed lightly again.

"But I still don't know how to ride a horse. I need to learn. I won't compete with you today." Mingli thought for a moment and said, "Let's wait ten days. I'll learn for ten days first, and then compete with you."

(End of this chapter)