Ying Qi really couldn't accept this yin and yang weird master.

How good Li Jingmo was in the past, gentle and elegant, clear and dusty. is unhappy in his heart, but he just slapped him in the eye, and he didn't say a word.

But now Li Jingmo's temperament has changed drastically as if he has been taken away.

I'm afraid I was stimulated by the marriage of my wife.

Ying Qi closed his mouth in amusement, and silently shrank back into the quilt.

Li Jingmo glanced at him lightly and went out with an empty bowl.

Today's sky, the sky is gray. The dark clouds pressed down, and it made people feel dull and breathless for no reason.

Li Jingmo put down the bowl, stood with his hands in his hands, and looked into the distance.

A moment later, two heads poked out from the wooden door connecting the small courtyard next door.

Li Jingmo's eyes swiped and he spoke, "What's the matter?"

Zong Le scratched his head embarrassedly, revealing his figure: "I...... I want to find Cousin Ling."

"Not there." Li Jingmo was impatient, "She's not your cousin."

Zong Yaoyao also showed her body behind her, and she whispered, "But I heard my grandmother say that she came out of the Shangjing Palace in the first place."

"The one who came out of the Imperial Palace in Shangjing must be your cousin?"

Zong Yaoyao asked in confusion, "Isn't it?"

Li Jingmo flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

Zong Le felt that this Seven Princes of Great Qi had a really poor temperament, and there was a world of difference between him and the rumored Seventh Highness who was as gentle as jade.

But at this moment, he did have an urgent matter with Zhao Fuling, so he could only please the person in front of him first.

Looking at Li Jingmo's long and upright back, Zong Le had an idea and opened his mouth tentatively: "Seven...... Cousin-in-law?"

Li Jingmo was stunned.

Zong Le saw that there was a play, and his eyes lit up instantly: "Cousin-in-law, Cousin Ling is not here, I, can we find you?"

Li Jingmo hesitated, but finally turned around.

"What's the matter?"

Zong Le was immediately overjoyed and said, "It's the twelfth brother, after he was thrown down the mountain that day, he was injured by someone somebody, and now ......

Before he finished speaking, Li Jingmo's face was slightly gloomy, and he instantly became gloomy again.

He tugged at the corner of his lower lip and said, "I can't help."

With that, he turned around and walked away.

After the person left, Zong Yaoyao knocked on Zong Le's head: "Are you stupid? The Seventh Prince and the Twelfth Brother are hostile, how can the Seventh Prince help the Twelfth Brother?"

Zong Le covered his head and said bitterly, "Didn't I hear that the Seven Princes are well aware of righteousness and have always distinguished between public and private?"

"What counts as public and what counts as private now?"

Zong Le stopped talking, and Zong Yaoyao sighed: "Instead of looking for the Seventh Prince here, let's go out and find the doctor ourselves."

"It's so messy out there." Zong Le said with a sad face, "Isn't it because of those dragon leaders who rebelled that the Twelfth Brother was seriously injured? The two of us don't know martial arts, so we can only wait for death when we go out."

As soon as she said this, Zong Yaoyao stopped talking.

The two stood at the small door for a long time, and finally retreated helplessly.

On the streets of Cangwu City.

The sky is getting darker, and the smell of blood fills the place, and there is a slaughter.

Zhao Fuling carried a spear and rode through the street.

Jumping to the foot of the Zongjia Villa, she grabbed the reins and let out a "whew".

The horses raised their hooves and raised their heads, neighed, and then stopped obediently.

The opposite side was full of people who were pressed by black pressure, and behind Zhao Lingling, there was no one.

Zhao Fuling stared at the person opposite and said lightly: "Ji Wanniang, you asked me to come alone, I came."

Ji Wanniang changed her outfit, and her beautiful face was full of coldness. Her eyebrows seemed to be stained with blood, and her eyes were full of blue and black exhaustion.

She looked at Zhao Fuling, with hatred and anger in her eyes, as well as indescribable complexity.

After a moment of silence, she finally spoke, "Are you Zhao Fuling?"

Zhao Fuling nodded: "I am, but I am not the granddaughter of Mrs. Zong. I just happen to have similar faces and similar names to that Ah Ling girl."

"How can there be such a coincidence?" Ji Wanniang shouted, "I think you were blinded by the dog man, and now you are willing to leave the responsibility of your ancestors."

Zhao Fuling smiled helplessly, she sighed and said, "What ancestral responsibility? Is it the responsibility of the Liu family to restore the dynasty?"

Ji Wanniang didn't speak.

Zhao Fuling said, "How did the Liu family get up, you know it in your heart. You also know who has actual control over the Half Moon Hall. Enjoying the wealth and glory under the banner of the reviving dynasty is nothing more than the self-deception of the Liu family."

"If you really have this idea, if you really have such a grand wish, why is it that the Liu family has been passed down for a hundred years, and today's Half Moon Hall has not been fully controlled, and all the dragon leaders will rebel today?"

A sentence poked into Ji Wanniang's heart.

She was furious, and threw a dart out of her sleeve, which hit Zhao Fuling's eyebrows.

Zhao Fuling brandished her spear and easily knocked it out.

"Ji Wanniang." Zhao Fuling said, "When you joined the command of Half Moon Hall, you just want to fight for justice for the women of the world, and you want to take a bright and smooth path for our juniors."

"But look behind you, how many of these people are like-minded with you?"

Ji Wanniang's face froze, and the people behind her stared at Zhao Fuling angrily, their eyes full of murderous intent.

Zhao Fuling said, "It's just us, and our thoughts are the same."

"I, Zhao Poria, am free by nature, the vastness of the world goes with me, and the greatness of the world comes with me. I don't want women to be bound and labeled and objectified, so I'm willing to fight with you for justice."

"But that doesn't mean that I must become a descendant of the Liu family."

"Have you ever asked Mrs. Zong, if the descendants of the Liu family can really ascend the throne as emperor one day, what is the first thing she will do?"

When Ji Wanniang heard this, her mind was a little dazed.

She hadn't asked, but she had heard the old lady say it.

At that time, the old lady suffered deeply from love and was heartbroken by the old lady of the Zong family.

Therefore, Mrs. Zong's idea is to slaughter all the negative people in the world, so that women can enjoy the status, power and fame that men have now. Let the man who is now high up be trampled into the dust and mud, and never come out.

Ji Wanniang was young at the time, and she had just escaped from Qinglou.

She had endured all the misery of the world, and she hated men so much, and she didn't think there was anything wrong with saying this at that time.

But now, she is not a teenage Ji Wanniang.

It is not only women who are miserable in this world, but also old men, young people and children who are struggling between life and death.

She sometimes thinks in a trance, is what she is doing now just to fight for the injustice of the women in the world? Or is it an injustice for all the people in the world who are fighting against their fate but are still coerced by the misery of life?

She couldn't tell herself.

Zhao Fuling said in a clear voice: "The sorrow of the people in the world does not lie in a certain person or a certain group of people. If we want to change, we want to change an entire era, and we want to choose an enlightened monarch who can create a prosperous world."

"Among the descendants of the Liu family, is there really such a person?"