Zhou Jing'an was stuck in the spot, not knowing whether to go or not.
What should I do? My father-in-law is angry, and the consequences are serious.
What if Ling'er is not allowed to go home with him?
Zhou Jing'an thought again and again, and wanted to go to Jiang Ling for help. Jiang Lianshan, who hadn't left yet, noticed his intention and glanced at him: "Don't have any tricks, hurry up and follow me."
"......yes."
He sighed softly and had to follow.
What should I do? Should I give in or not?
Zhou Jing'an had been thinking about this problem all the way, and even after he got the sword, he still hadn't come up with a solution.
Jiang Lianshan was already standing still and ready, holding a spear in his hand with a determined look on his face.
He chuckled and said, "Don't hesitate, take it."
After he finished speaking, he made a quick move, and Zhou Jing'an had no time to think before he quickly responded.
The two of them immediately started fighting with each other.
Dust was flying and leaves were falling.
Zhou Jing'an found that his previous thoughts were simply too arrogant. He and Jiang Lianshan had never had a head-on competition. Jiang Lianshan's martial arts were no worse than his. In fact, because he often killed enemies on the battlefield, each of his moves was sharp and powerful, forcing him to fight with all his heart.
The two men's martial arts are different. Zhou Jing'an is more inclined to be agile. Because he worked as a secret agent for Feng Yu for two years, his moves must be fast, accurate and ruthless. He must solve the problem in the shortest time and with the least moves.
Therefore, every move is fatal and no opportunity to attack will be wasted. The body is flexible and can achieve great results with little effort.
After learning martial arts, Jiang Lianshan went to the battlefield. His martial arts were practiced in every battle. Over most of his life, his martial arts skills became more and more solid.
When he attacks, his movements are wide and powerful, like a general making decisive moves, majestic and intimidating.
The two men became more and more excited as the fight went on, and even after exchanging over a hundred moves, the winner was still undecided.
It was Jiang Ling who heard someone report that two people were fighting, so she came out to see what was happening. She stopped them with a sentence "Stop fighting, it's time to eat."
The two looked at each other, then pulled away at the same time, laughing heartily.
Jiang Lianshan raised the spear in his hand, and the servant next to him reached out to catch it and put it back. Zhou Jing'an also handed the sword in his hand to Ye Song.
Jiang Lianshan patted his shoulder and walked into the house, laughing heartily: "Great! Great!"
Zhou Jingan smiled and clasped his fists, "Thank you for your advice."
"What's the point of experiencing it or not? The most important thing is to have a good fight." He waved his hand and walked into the house. "Fighting is still fun. Playing chess or something like that is not for me."
Meng Wanjie happened to hear this and glanced at him with a smile. She stepped forward and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief. "What? You don't want to continue studying the chess manual?"
Jiang Lianshan laughed heartily and lowered his head to let her wipe the sweat off his face. "I won't watch it anymore. It gives me a headache."
On the other side, Zhou Jing'an came into the room and went straight to Jiang Ling. "Are you tired, Ling'er?"
Jiang Ling pulled him towards the side room and looked at him with a smile: "I'm not tired, but you are sweating all over."
Zhou Jing'an was still immersed in the previous competition, his eyes brightening a little. "I didn't know Dad's martial arts were so powerful. I was too arrogant before. That fight just now was really exciting."
As he spoke, he lowered his head to wash his face. Jiang Ling smiled and said, "Dad's martial arts skills are naturally not bad. When it comes to martial arts, you two can be considered close friends."
Sometimes Jiang Ling would stay in the Prince of Jingnan's Mansion for the whole day, and Zhou Jing'an would sometimes be sent out by Feng Yu to do things. When he came back exhausted, he would go directly to the Prince of Jingnan's Mansion to pick him up.
As dusk fell, Jiang Ling slowly emerged from Prince Jingnan's mansion.
Although she had been there several times, every time Jiang Yi was in the mansion, he would personally see her out.
Zhou Jing'an had already dismounted and was waiting for her at the gate of the mansion.
Jiang Ling didn't gain much weight, and her arms and legs were still thin, which made her belly look particularly big.
As they walked down the stairs, Jiang Yi supported her from the side, and Zhou Jingan also took a few quick steps forward to hold her hand.
"Slow down, slow down." Both of them urged.
The two of them walked on the left and right, up and down, welcoming and seeing off. Jiang Ling walked slowly, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
He nervously helped her into the carriage and sat her down. Then Jiang Yi returned to the mansion, said goodbye to him, and Zhou Jing'an and he walked leisurely towards the Zhou Mansion.
Halfway through the walk, Jiang Ling suddenly changed her mind, "I want to eat the mutton noodle soup restaurant on the east side of Ronghua Street."
Zhou Jing'an immediately asked Ye Song to turn around without saying a word.
The shop was very popular. Although they went there late, the shop was already packed with people.
Zhou Jing'an was just about to ask someone to talk to the boss to free up a table when he was stopped by Jiang Ling.
"Let's eat on the roadside. I want to sit outside." She pointed to the tables, chairs and benches on the street.
As the weather gets colder, fewer people sit at the tables and chairs outside, so two tables are still empty.
Zhou Jingan frowned, "How can that be possible? It's cold..."
But Jiang Ling ignored his dissuasion and walked over and sat down.
The wooden chair was very heavy and Jiang Ling had a lot of effort to pull it. Just as she was about to squeeze in and sit down, the chair was pulled away.
Looking back, Zhou Jing'an looked at her helplessly, holding the cloak he had just taken from the carriage.
He put the cap on her and said, "It's up to you."
This store has a special feature, that is, noodles can be cooked in the kitchen inside the store, and there is also a big pot next to the door outside the store. The chef kneads, rolls and cooks noodles outside. A big pot of steaming hot noodles, topped with a spoonful of delicious and smooth mutton stew, the aroma wafts far away, making passers-by drool.
It is said that the boss has been doing business this way since he first opened the store. He clearly laid out the process of cooking noodles in front of you and was not afraid of others learning it by stealing. He is the only one who knows the secret recipe for the mutton stew.
In addition, it can be regarded as a living signboard, so attracting customers is not a problem.
In the beginning, due to financial constraints, they could not afford to rent a large store, so they had to put tables and chairs outside. Now the boss can open a store in the most prosperous Ronghua Street, but still maintains this feature. He can only say that it is out of nostalgia and he is afraid of forgetting his original intention.
Jiang Ling held up her head and watched the chef cooking noodles with relish, which made Zhou Jing'an laugh too.
When a big bowl of steaming mutton noodle soup was served on the table, Jiang Ling couldn't help swallowing.
Zhou Jingan stopped her from eating it in time, "It's hot, let it dry for a while."
"Oh oh." She nodded.
As the salty and delicious noodles entered his stomach, Jiang Ling let out a comfortable sigh.
On such a cold day, it would be nice to have a bowl of hot noodles.
However, no matter how delicious it was, Jiang Ling couldn't eat any more.
She looked at the remaining half bowl of noodles with a frown on her face, "I ate too many pastries in the afternoon, what a waste..."
Zhou Jingan took her bowl with a smile and lowered his head to eat, "I'll take care of it."
Jiang Ling smiled and held up her face to look at him again.
After finishing the noodles, Zhou Jing'an took her for a walk before getting on the carriage to go home.
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