Ling Kun finally lived a life of fine clothes and food. Dressed in silk from the area of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Huzhou, and eaten as a boutique in local cuisine. However, when you are full of food and drink, the happiness of eating a chicken and dying without regrets is gone, and you shamelessly sell yourself for a bite of food, and I don't know what the result will be in the future.

One day, he didn't see the beautiful master again, only the sword gave him food, drink, and clothes with a disgusted face.

In the afternoon, a sturdy man entered the backyard and said loudly at the door: "Master, subordinate Li Feiteng has come to return to life." ”

"Come in." The sound of a sword attendant could be heard inside.

Li Feiteng entered the main house and saluted Zhao Mingyue with a fist: "Master, everything has been investigated." ”

Zhao Mingyue leaned on the bed and looked at a book, raised her head when she heard the words, and said, "Let's talk about it." ”

"Master, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, Ling Tianxia, the head of the Taishan faction, did die violently four days ago, no one knows the specific cause of death, the Taishan faction is all said to have died when he went mad while practicing, and the current head of the Taishan faction is his eldest disciple Situ Jianghua."

Li Feiteng breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Ling Tianxia does have a son, Ling Kong, but it is said that he is a fool and disappeared after Ling Tianxia's death. ”

"Fools? Is it stupid? Zhao Mingyue asked the sword suspiciously.

"It's not stupid, it's just annoying." Squire said with a pout.

"According to you, what he says is basically the truth. Okay, there's nothing for you here, go back and rest. Zhao Mingyue commanded.

Li Feiteng clasped his fists again and saluted respectfully.

Zhao Mingyue stood up, sat down at the table, spread out a piece of white silk, and brushed on it. Wait until the ink is dry, and tell the sword to call Ling Kun to come to see her.

Ling Kun walked out of his west wing and saw that Zhao Mingyue had already left the house and was standing on the steps. Today, she was wearing a bright yellow silk dress, with a long and jade body, extremely luxurious, and full of aura, even Ling Kun, who had never served others, couldn't help but bow her head and didn't dare to look at her.

"Do you know the consequences of lying to me?" Zhao Mingyue said in a cold voice.

Ling Kun was shocked in his heart, could it be that there was a flaw somewhere, no, what he said was basically true, how could there be a flaw?

After settling down, he reluctantly raised his head to meet Zhao Mingyue's eyes, and said firmly: "I didn't lie to you. ”

At this moment, he saw Zhao Mingyue up close in an absolutely frontal and fairly well-lit situation. The skin is like condensed fat, the eyebrows are green mountains, and the eyes are cut water, like a piece of beautiful jade, and there is no flaw on the body. This is definitely the most beautiful woman Ling Kun has ever seen in his life, and even those supermodels who have returned from South Korea cannot match it.

Zhao Mingyue stared at Ling Kun's eyes with a pair of wonderful eyes, and asked, "I have already investigated the Taishan faction, there is only one stupid son in Ling Tianxia, are you stupid?" ”

"Uh......." Ling Kun was stunned, how should this be explained? Is it said that he came through time? That's less credible than lying. Did he say he went crazy and was stupid and came back? That flaw is even bigger, he is now a civil and military all-rounder in Zhao Mingyue's eyes, if he has been stupid for so many years, how can he have his current IQ?

"Say, did you lie?" Zhao Mingyue's spring-like fingers had already touched the hilt of the sword, and as long as his answer did not satisfy him, it would pierce into his heart.

"I'm not lying, it's just that it's hard to explain." Ling Kun had already made up a reasonable reason.

"Tell me the truth." Zhao Mingyue said in a cold voice.

"That's right, since I was one year old, my father asked me to practice martial arts, you know, practicing martial arts is very hard, so when I was sensible, I was completely fed up, and I didn't want to practice martial arts, so I had to pretend to be stupid, if it wasn't for my father passing on his internal skills to me before he died, I wouldn't actually know any martial arts at all."

Zhao Mingyue looked at Ling Kun, pondered his words, and compared them with the results of Li Feiteng's investigation, thinking that it was basically credible, even if there were a slight discrepancies, it didn't matter, as long as he was not an assassin sent by the Liao State, the others could be controlled.

She slowly descended the steps, threw the written silk book on the stone table in the courtyard, and said to Ling Kun, "Come here, sign this contract, and you will officially become my slave." Then he said to the sword, "Bring me the pen and ink, and let him sign and draw the pledge." ”

"What? I still have to sign a contract, so there's no need for it. Ling Kun didn't expect this woman to be so formal, picked up the silk and looked at it, and saw that it was full of neat and neat fly-headed letters:

indenture

Since the third year of the Great Song Dynasty, Ling Kun, a native of Qizhou Prefecture, voluntarily sold himself to Zhao Mingyue, and since then, all rights and interests such as behavior, freedom, and personal rights have belonged to Zhao Mingyue, and Ling Kun has no right to suggest, shirk, refuse, quibble, resist, or betray. If there is any violation, let Zhao Mingyue dispose of it, and there must be no objection.

"No, I don't agree, what kind of contract is this? This is the most unequal treaty in the world, it's all your rights, what did I get by selling my body? After reading it, Ling Kun immediately objected.

"If you regret it, it's still too late, but if you get out of this door, you'll still starve to death, you have to think about it." Zhao Mingyue said.

Ling Kun has the heart not to sign, but out of this door, survival has become a big problem, it is better to follow Zhao Mingyue, okay, for the sake of your beauty, it is better to reluctantly sign, and when one day you are overthrown, Lao Tzu will still turn over and be the master. Ling Kun comforted himself in his heart, picked up the pen and signed his name.

Ling Kun practiced hair when he was a child, and his calligraphy was majestic and extraordinary. Zhao Mingyue looked at Ling Kun's signature and secretly admired, this kid's writing is really good.

"Come on, dinner is about to start, eat me twenty lashes first." Zhao Mingyue picked up the whip and walked over.

"Don't do it, I've already signed, everyone will be a family in the future, and you will make money in harmony." Ling Kun begged with a hippie smile.

"Nope." Zhao Mingyue said that a whip had been whipped on her body. The whip didn't hurt much, but the scent of incense swirling from her made him bleed from his nose.

Zhao Mingyue's incomparable beauty has really pushed him to the limit.

Zhao Mingyue saw that Ling Kun had a nosebleed, thinking that he was too heavy, and wanted to let him go, but thinking of the great plan to control his body and spirit for a long time, he still finished the twenty lashes with his head, but the strength of his hands was even less, just like playing a masochistic game in an action movie.

As a result, Ling Kun's nosebleed became even more cheerful.