After I traveled through the book, my sister kidnapped my mother

Wen Zhimiao looked at the official from the Ministry of Works and Linghu Feng, then looked at Qi Linglang and Zheng Shu, and thought seriously for a moment: "How about you two take a seat?"

"No, no, Your Highness, please sit down. We will just stand. We will just stand." They really didn't dare to ask this person to make room for them.

Wen Zhimiao waved his hand: "It's alright, you guys chat, I don't understand either. If you come up with anything useful, remember to report it to the Ministry of Industry."

After she finished speaking, she stood up, and Shi Wanyue also stood up and gave her seat to the two men.

She originally wanted to take Shi Wanyue to see the scenery along the way, but Bian Ruitong suddenly appeared and said that she suddenly had some insights into swordsmanship and wanted to practice with Wen Zhimiao.

Wen Zhimiao looked at her and saw that her face had become much rosier, much better than the first day.

"Are you really okay?" Wen Zhimiao asked worriedly.

"It's really okay. Dean Lu has a miraculous hand. He gave her an acupuncture and gave her some medicine. After a night's sleep, I'm fine now." She said, patting her chest.

Wen Zhimiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This guy recovered quickly.

Under Bian Ruitong's strong request, Wen Zhimiao of course fulfilled her wish.

Wen Zhimiao borrowed Chu Qiu's sword, and Bian Ruitong also borrowed a guard's sword, and the two began to fight on the spot.

Even before the competition, he asked Chu Qiu to help him see if there were any shortcomings.

Shi Wanyue sat in the shade, drinking tea and watching the battle, which was indeed more comfortable than staying stuck in the room all the time.

After all, Bian Ruitong was a little weaker than Wen Zhimiao, and in the end she was no match for Wen Zhimiao and was defeated.

She sat on the ground in frustration and sighed softly.

Wen Zhimiao walked up to her, bent down and held out his hand to her: "What are you doing? You don't have to be like this just because you lose once, right?"

Bian Ruitong looked at her hand, but did not grab it immediately. Instead, he looked up at her and said, "Your Highness, I agreed to be your bodyguard, but I didn't play any role along the way, and my martial arts are not as good as yours."

"I just encountered an assassin and I could only hide in the room." Bian Ruitong sighed: "I am so useless."

She didn't get up, so Wen Zhimiao sat down with her, sheathed the sword in his hand neatly, and then gently tapped Ruitong's head with the hilt of the sword.

"What are you thinking about?"

"If you say so, then I'm useless. I still need so many people to protect me. How come I'm not omnipotent? Why can't I fight dozens of people at once?" Wen Zhimiao said unhappily.

"That's different, you are His Highness." Bian Ruitong said stubbornly.

Wen Zhimiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I am His Highness, and I am a human being just like you."

"If it weren't for you when I was being chased last time, I might have died." Wen Zhimiao didn't say this simply to comfort Bian Ruitong.

This was indeed the case last time. If He Yuanyao hadn't led some people away and Bian Ruitong hadn't been protecting her closely, the two of them would not have been able to work together to avoid the killers' attacks again and again.

"Seasickness is a normal physiological reaction for many people. Many of the guards also get seasick. Are they all incompetent? If the Northwest Frontier Army is transferred to the east, many soldiers are not good at water battles. Does that mean they are incompetent?"

"Also, what do you mean your martial arts are not as good as mine? You will only feel comfortable if you force me to beat you this time, right? You can't bear to see me win just once?" Wen Zhimiao questioned her angrily.

"How many times have you beaten me?"

Bian Ruitong scratched his head and said innocently: "I don't know, I will remember it later?"

Wen Zhimiao hit her with his hand: "How dare you count?"

Bian Ruitong jumped up and made a face at Wen Zhimiao.

Wen Zhimiao chased after her and continued to beat her.

The atmosphere became joyful.

Shi Wanyue drank her tea leisurely, her eyes occasionally falling on Bian Ruitong and Wen Zhimiao who were playing around, and the corners of her mouth slowly rose and then slowly fell.

She liked to see Wen Zhimiao's unrestrained and flamboyant look, but when she thought about how passionate she was towards everyone, Shi Wanyue couldn't help but sigh softly.

Wen Zhimiao and Bian Ruitong had enough of the fun, and returned to Shi Wanyue together. Wen Zhimiao stuck to Shi Wanyue and said in a sticky voice that he was sleepy.

"No, I just heard a story from a crew sister today, and I haven't told you yet. Don't sleep. If you sleep, who can I tell the story to?" Bian Ruitong immediately stopped Wen Zhimiao and prevented her from sleeping.

Wen Zhimiao narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, tell me. If the story is not good, I will definitely beat you up."

Bian Ruitong patted his chest and said it would be exciting.

But Wen Zhimiao and Shi Wanyue could not have imagined that what she was telling was actually a ghost story, and the description was so vivid and the scene was so disgusting.

The story is just an ordinary one about a female ghost seeking revenge, but Wen Zhimiao unconsciously thought of another story.

That was a case she encountered when she was a lawyer.

The story of a girl being dismembered by her fiancé is as tragic as the female ghost described by Bian Ruitong.

She once wondered, is it possible for there to be fewer things like this in the world?

If from now on, girls are no longer trapped in the boudoir, and walk out of those square places where they can see the end of their lives at a glance, and can join the army, become officers, and actively exercise their bodies, then after thousands of years, will their bodies evolve to the same physical fitness as men?

She was thinking aimlessly and hadn't finished listening to Bian Ruitong's story.

Shi Wanyue's gaze fell on her, unable to guess what she was thinking.

Many times she didn't know what Wen Zhimiao was thinking. When she was young, she thought she knew her well enough, but as she grew older, she found that the more she knew about her, the less she understood her.

"Miao Miao, are you listening?" Bian Ruitong asked Wen Zhimiao casually.

Wen Zhimiao took a sip of tea and said, "I'm listening. The ending sounds great, but stories are just stories after all. Most people who die in reality cannot turn into evil spirits to seek revenge."

Bian Ruitong scratched his head: "That's right, what can we do, the person is dead."

Wen Zhimiao smiled and said, "So we need more perfect laws to regulate human nature, and we also need laws to punish such people."

"But..." Bian Ruitong sighed, "Not everything can be managed, right? There are times when officials don't care."

"That's still a problem of laws and systems. If the officials don't care, no one will care about them. Isn't it also a case of inadequate supervision?" Wen Zhimiao said lazily.

Bian Ruitong nodded, not quite understanding: "That makes sense."

Then she looked at Wen Zhimiao again: "Your Highness, I think you can do it!"

Wen Zhimiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She still couldn't understand where Bian Ruitong's unconditional trust and admiration for her came from.

She had asked this question before, but Bian Ruitong kept hesitating and was embarrassed to answer.

Later, Wen Zhimiao no longer forced her to answer.

It was almost time for dinner. Bian Ruitong's stomach growled twice. She rubbed her stomach and said, "I'll go to the kitchen and take a look."

"Look? Just eat it in advance." Wen Zhimiao teased her.

Bian Ruitong glared at her seriously: "Can I be the kind of person who cheats?"

"do not you?"

It’s not like we haven’t had sex together before.

After she left, Shi Wanyue turned and looked at Wen Zhimiao.

"I also think Miaomiao can do it."

After hearing what Bian Ruitong said, Wen Zhimiao just listened and let it go.

Shi Wanyue also said so, and she felt a little embarrassed.