The sword and sword shadows in the hall filled the hall with a strong smell of blood.

Zong Jin looked at Zhao Fuling quietly, and finally, his eyes fell on Li Jingmo, who had been standing in front of her and protecting her.

Zong Jin asked, "Who is he?"

Li Jingmo frowned, and Zhao Lingling said to herself, "It has nothing to do with you. Zong Jin, I know that you are not interested in the Zong family or the so-called Liu royal family, so I have no intention of involving you."

"You're saying, I don't want to be uninteresting?" Zong Jin asked rhetorically.

Zhao Fuling pursed her lips, and the look in her eyes gradually lost patience and became cold.

Seeing this, Zong Jin plucked off the extraordinarily delicate hosta on his head and threw it at his feet.

The hosta shattered into several sections, and Zong Jin said, "Zhao Fuling, we didn't get married anyway, and now it doesn't matter. I won't stop you from doing whatever you want, but if you want to kill my grandmother and my father, I won't agree."

Zhao Fuling's lips pressed into a straight line, looking at the young man's paranoid gaze, the last trace of patience in his heart was finally exhausted.

She said to Shen Chi, "Tie him up and throw him down the mountain, whether he is dead or alive at that time depends on his fate."

Shen Chi didn't say a word, and threw Zong Jin unconscious.

Zhao Fuling had already returned to her light dress, she snatched the big knife in the enemy's hand, and killed it with Li Jingmo.

The faucets who came to watch the ceremony were all caught off guard.

Those with bad intentions had already prepared manpower, and before Zhao Fuling could make a move, they started to attack their own people.

There are several dragon heads, basically because of trust, and they died under the knife of their own people.

For a while, the people in the Zhuangzi of the Zongjia family thought that it was these dragon leaders who joined forces with the officers and soldiers of Daqi to rebel. And the young master of his own family is extremely smart, and he expected this stubble in advance, so he prepared manpower early.

But it wasn't until the sky was completely dark and everywhere was covered with bloody qi that everyone noticed that something was wrong.

Zhao Fuling sat in the Liuyue Palace and listened to a few people report the situation.

Zongjia Zhuangzi is very large, and the guard force is not weak.

Now eighty percent of the guards are gathered on the side of the old lady of the sect. The old men and young masters in the other courtyards, seeing that the situation was not good, had already packed up their bags and sneaked down the mountain.

Shen Chi said, "Old Madam Zong's side, I'm afraid it won't be easy to take. Quite a few dragon heads have already reacted and are gathering over there."

Zhao Fuling waved her hand and said, "It's okay, our target is not this old lady."

They spent so much effort to take the city of Cangwu and defend the southernmost territory of Daqi.

The people who come to Zhuangzi don't matter whether they are killed or not, as long as they are hit hard.

And guard Cangwu City well, don't let everyone enter and exit at will, and those cities under the command of Half Moon Hall get the news slowly, then the initiative is still in their hands.

Zhao Fuling said: "It's about to be time, gather up the manpower, and we are ready to go down the mountain."

Shen Chi nodded, clenched his fists and left.

It didn't take long for Thirteen to enter the house with a foul air and the smell of blood.

After he saluted Li Jingmo first, he knelt down and pleaded guilty to Zhao Ling. br>

Zhao Fuling smiled helplessly: "I decided this matter myself, and I don't blame you, why are you so self-blaming?"

Thirteen is a taciturn person, and he doesn't say much, only that he will be punished according to the rules of the army when he goes back.

Zhao Fuling couldn't make sense, and gave Li Jingmo a look, and Li Jingmo called him out.

I don't know what the two of them said, but when they came back, Thirteen's expression relaxed a lot.

Everyone is doing things in an orderly manner, but there is an atmosphere of slaughter inside and outside the house.

The girls and little maids in Liuyue Palace didn't dare to breathe, and Zhao Fuling asked Tao'er to order: "I can't bring so many people. If these people are willing to stay in the Zhuangzi, they can stay, and if they are worried about being embarrassed by the clan, then they can go down the mountain now."

Tao'er went to convey the original words, and when she came back, she looked at Zhao Fuling and stopped.

Zhao Fuling understood her worries and took the initiative to speak, "What do you think?

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Tao'er knelt down without hesitation, she looked at Zhao Fuling with a firm expression.

"The slave and maid are not the sons of the clan family, it is the young master who took a fancy to the slave and maid that day, so he left the slave and maid. Now wherever the young master goes, the slave and maid will go."

When Zhao Fuling heard this, she looked at Xiao Yue, who was leaning on the table in a daze.

Xiaoyue is two years younger than Peach, and she is not so calm in her work.

It can be seen that Tao'er said this, and she immediately knelt down and said, "The slave is also willing to follow the young master, and beg the young master to take it in."

Zhao Fuling is actually satisfied with these two girls.

They are not as simple as Peony, and although Satsuki is not thoughtful, she has strong communication skills.

The trivial matters and gossip in the courtyards of the Zong family all relied on her to inquire and pass them on to Tao'er.

Tao'er is calm, she is also smart, and she can also solve Zhao Fuling's worries, which is better than the previous ginkgo.

So if you bring them, Zhao Lingling is also willing.

As for the others, naturally, they can't be kept any longer.

Zhao Fuling expressed her attitude, and Tao'er and Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief.

The two of them were relieved when they knew that they had now completely become Zhao Fuling's people and had nothing to do with the Zong family.

Anyway, as long as they can find a stable place, meet a good talkative master, and live a stable life.

After Zhao Fuling's words spread out, those subordinates and minions were really busy packing up their things and leaving.

There were many more, and they ran back to the courtyards of the rest of the sect family.

Zhao Fuling didn't stop it, these people were the eyeliners sent by the other party.

But Tao'er and Satsuki kept an eye on the inner courtyard, they didn't get any information, and it didn't matter if they went back now.

Shen Chi passed the word, and when everyone gathered the team and came back, Zhao Fuling found that there were a few familiar people mixed among these people.

"Yaoyao?" Zhao Fuling raised her eyebrows and shouted.

The little girl who had smeared her face and pretended not to exist raised her head in a bit of a panic.

Tao'er fixed her eyes, isn't this the Miss Zong family who was injured by Zong Sheng's leg when she was racing with her young master before?

In addition to this Zong Yaoyao, Zong Le, the little young master who had previously befriended Zhao Fuling, was also mixed in.

Zhao Fuling looked at them for a long time, Zong Yaoyao knew that she couldn't hide it, so she walked out with her shoulders shrunk and whispered, "Cousin......

Zhao Fuling asked, "Everyone else has gone to the old lady, why don't you go?"

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Zong Le, "And you."

Zong Le and Zong Jin are the same age, but they have more feminine looks in appearance.

At this moment, the young man's eyes were not only flustered, but also a little frightened and scared for the rest of his life.

Zong Le said in a trembling voice, "I...... My father and mother were killed."

Zong Yaoyao also said with a crying voice, "My father and mother and younger brother are too. It was done by a few dragon heads, and they wanted to kill their grandmother, and they wanted to kill the clan family to set up their own mountain......

"Cousin, save us, we really don't have a place to go."

Zhao Fuling frowned slightly, and quickly dispersed.

She looked at Thirteen.

Thirteen walked up with a long sword and whispered in the ears of Li Jingmo and Zhao Fuling: "My subordinates have inquired, these dragon heads are dissatisfied with women being the masters of the house, and they have long been rebellious."