Chapter 74 Many people like her
Sang Ji and Wang Youjun stayed at an inn not far from Caocun.
He decided to take the initiative.
Inside the main room, in front of the desk.
After receiving Liu Jiao's letter, Sang Jijing sat in her chair all night without being able to close her eyes.
He was in a daze during the first half of the night.
In the latter half of the night, instead of sitting idly and wasting time, he took out the information he had gathered about Liu Jiao over the past few days and began making plans.
He has never been one to dwell on the past.
Since he made some oversights, he should make amends.
We shouldn't be wallowing in sorrow and lamentation.
He wants Jiaojiao.
He didn't want Jiaojiao to be so cold to him.
The next day, Sang Ji took the initiative to strike.
He already had a well-developed plan.
He knew that Liu Jiao had become an archer and had learned to shoot arrows.
After returning home during this period, she frequently went to the martial arts training grounds in Yangzhou.
So Sang Ji booked the entire training ground, hoping to be alone with her.
When Liu Jiao arrived at the training ground, she discovered that only she was allowed to enter; no one else was permitted to.
The martial arts competition was also announced to be cancelled.
I realized that things weren't right.
She went straight into the training ground, found Sang Ji dressed like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, and said irritably:
"Even high-ranking officials and nobles have difficulty getting into this place, and you managed to book it all? That's truly impressive."
Sang Ji: "Isn't it good if it's just the two of us?"
Liu Jiao rolled her eyes and told him to let the person in quickly.
Today is the martial arts competition, and she has her eye on a prize. Who would have thought that Sang Ji would book the entire training ground, preventing the contestants from getting in?
Liu Jiao was annoyed:
"Didn't the arena owner tell you? We have a martial arts tournament."
Sang Ji: "..."
OK
He fell silent, remembering how the owner of the training ground was so frightened upon seeing him that he almost gave it away.
When he proposed to book the training ground, the owner immediately nodded and offered it to him.
He even said that other things were no big deal, and that the venue owner told him to just relax and book the entire venue, and wished him a great time.
There was no mention of a martial arts competition at all.
Sang Ji lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "I didn't think things through."
Helpless, Liu Jiao turned and left.
*
Martial arts competition.
Liu Jiao defeated many people with her agility.
Sang Ji, standing in the stands, nodded in satisfaction and cheered for her.
good.
But before he could even consider applauding, cheers erupted from the crowd around him.
"Miss Liu is amazing!"
"Hit him!"
Sang Ji frowned and turned to look.
In the stands, there were young ladies and young gentlemen.
He wasn't the only one cheering for Liu Jiao.
There are still many people.
They all stared intently at Liu Jiao.
Sang Ji stared intently at the men who were shouting the loudest.
It's one thing for the girl to cheer for Liu Jiao, but why are these others doing it too?
A sense of displeasure rose within him, and with a gloomy face, he approached the blue-clad boy who was waving his arms and shouting "Jiaojiao!"
The young man had handsome features and a flamboyant, unrestrained manner.
Sang Ji asked in a low voice, "You like her?"
The boy in blue didn't hesitate and nodded naturally.
Yes, I like her.
"Why?" Sang Ji clenched his fist and asked subconsciously.
The boy in the blue shirt had stars in his eyes.
He said, "Good-looking! Great personality! Capable! Rich!"
"Why don't you like it?" the boy in blue asked back.
Sang Ji immediately replied, like a young boy: "Of course not—"
"No what?" The boy in blue was now confused.
Sang Ji lowered his eyelids, his expression somewhat unnatural as he tried to cover it up: "When I said no, I meant to refute your statement and your evaluation of her."
"All she has is her face, and she loves to attract attention. She does like to be sincere with people, but she's a bit naive. As for ability, she has none! She doesn't even have the courage to open her mouth, so how can she talk about ability?"
"As for having money... it's not worth mentioning."
Sang Ji's incessant muttering to himself caught the blue-clad boy off guard.
Just quietly keep your distance from him.
He muttered to himself, "He has a handsome face but a dog's brain. What a weirdo."
At this moment, Liu Jiao was like a kite with a broken string, being swung around on the stage.
Despite her good status, Liu Jiao was still too weak and couldn't hold her own against a big, strong man.
Liu Jiao was grabbed by the collar and thrown off the stage.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
Sang Ji, who was still lost in his own thoughts, suddenly turned cold and stern.
He was agile and was the first to reach Liu Jiao.
Liu Jiao avoided him, leaving Sang Ji feeling empty-handed.
She grabbed the hand of her friend who arrived later and stood up.
"Niannian, I'm fine."
Every year she worries: "Jiaojiao, you don't look right. Did you hurt yourself?"
Liu Jiao shook her head, "I just wanted the prize of first place. It's a bit of a pity that I didn't get it."
Upon hearing this, Sang Ji looked at Liu Jiao's neck, which was red from being strangled, and the bruises on her legs.
He gave the burly man who had injured Liu Jiao a cold, indifferent look.
He threw his sword, which he never parted with, onto the stands almost without hesitation.
The Forget-Worry Lord barely managed to catch it and kept it for him.
Then, he went into the ring empty-handed.
burly man: "..."
He was beaten so badly that blood was flowing from all seven orifices in just a few blows, and then thrown off the ring in ten seconds—
The burly men were all dumbfounded.
He belatedly clutched his aching, numb buttocks, looking in horror at Sang Ji as he tossed his opponents off the stage one by one, groaning and asking his colleague beside him:
"Who is he...it hurts so much!!!"
A fellow traveler said sympathetically, "The imperial court's greatest weapon, Sang Ji."
burly man: "..."
who? ? ?
With Sang Ji's intervention, the martial arts competition ended in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
It was cut half the length of what was expected.
The prize for the martial arts competition was a calligraphy brush.
Nothing surprising, at least in Sang Ji's opinion.
As Sang Ji held the calligraphy brush, looking towards the stands with an ingratiating air, intending to offer it to Liu Jiao—
Liu Jiao had already left.
Sang Ji had bruises on his face, and Wangyoujun stepped forward to wipe them off haphazardly.
Sang Ji was still unwilling to give up and kept looking around, but Wangyoujun sighed and said, "Stop looking."
Sang Ji only found out later.
This calligraphy brush was something Liu Jiao wanted to win herself and give to Chen Chi.
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