Among the descendants of the Liu family, there is no such person.

Ji Wanniang knew very well in her heart.

If the descendants of the Liu family are only women, now only Zhao Fuling is left. But Zhao Fuling did not admit that she was the granddaughter of Mrs. Zong.

If Zhao Fuling is removed, then there will only be Zong Jin's bloodline left among the descendants of the Liu family.

Although Zong Jin is smart, it is difficult for him to take on a big responsibility.

The so-called descendants of the Liu family, in fact, none of them can realize Princess Jing'an's grand wish back then.

Ji Wanniang closed her eyes with difficulty, finally looked at Zhao Fuling, and said softly, "If you come back, aren't you?"

Zhao Fuling laughed: "What if I don't go back?"

Ji Wanniang fell silent.

Zhao Fuling said: "The Tao is different, and it is not conspiratory. You have a different will from them, so why force yourself to walk with them again, why don't you come with me?"

As soon as these words came out, the people behind Ji Wanniang instantly stirred, and some people shouted, "Ji Longtou, don't be bewitched by this demon girl."

"Ji Longtou, she is with the Seven Princes of Great Qi, don't listen to her nonsense."

Ji Wanniang's mind was chaotic, but she only looked at Zhao Fuling, pursed her lips and didn't speak.

Zhao Fuling sighed: "I know that the old lady of the sect doesn't believe you anymore, you are actually struggling. In that case, why don't you get out of here and make your own?"

These words made Ji Wanniang's heart tingle.

She has followed Mrs. Zong for many years, and the other party said that she was raised as a daughter, and she was trained and supported by her.

Such a deep kindness, she is naturally unforgettable, and she will go all out to reciprocate.

But she didn't expect that Mrs. Zong's trust in her was so shallow.

Just because of the slander of those people, just because she was rescued from prison by the people of the Seven Princes, she was labeled a traitor.

Decades of trust collapsed in the knife that Miao Lan swung.

Accusations, insults and hatred are infinitely magnified in the bloodstained hall, and they still occupy most of Ji Wanniang's mind.

She suddenly remembered the man who had blocked the knife for her.

Bloodstained and pale.

Even when he fell, he didn't forget to apologize to her, saying that he shouldn't have deceived her.

The tingling sensation suddenly permeated her whole body, Ji Wanniang hung her head, and coughed uncontrollably. After a while, he brushed the blood stains from the corners of his lips lightly.

Ah Zhu stepped forward to support her, and called out with red eyes: "Master......"

Ji Wanniang raised her hand to stop, looked at Zhao Lingling and asked, "Young Master."

After a pause, she changed her name again: "Miss Zhao."

Zhao Fuling looked at her face and bowed: "Ji Longtou, please speak."

Ji Wanniang asked, "What's his name?"

Zhao Fuling didn't react: "Who?"

Ji Wanniang's voice was very soft: "The third son of the Lin family."

Zhao Fuling was silent for a moment before she said, "Ying Qi."

"Yes." Ji Wanniang remembered Ying Qi's face, and said in a low voice, "Is he okay?"

Zhao Lingling didn't speak.

Before she went out, Ying Qi was still in a coma, even though Li Jingmo's medical skills were exquisite, he didn't say that he would definitely be able to save him.

If it goes well and you can wake up today, then you can be regarded as picking up a life at the beginning.

But if you want to raise it well, it's still far away.

Ji Wanniang saw that Zhao Fuling was silent, and her heart suddenly sank.

Her face was already bad, but now it was more like she had completely lost her blood.

After being silent for a long time, he stood up straight and looked at Zhao Fuling and said, "Miss Zhao, let's go." I just want to talk to you today, and nothing else."

The words fell, but the people behind drew their swords.

Ji Wanniang turned around and said sharply, "What do you want to do?"

The corners of a thin man's mouth drooped, and he seemed to smile and said, "Ji Longtou, have you forgotten what the old lady said? Only by arresting this woman who pretended to be the young master can you redeem your guilt. Why, this woman is right in front of you, and you want us to give up our hands

What credit can be given?"

"Credit?" Ji Wanniang sneered, "What is my crime?"

"You're not guilty, didn't the old lady also abolish your identity as a leader? If you are not guilty, why should you listen to the old lady and deceive this woman? Everyone is here, and we naturally won't let her go. Don't talk nonsense, brethren!"

For a while, all the people who were pressed by the black came towards Zhao Fuling.

Ji Wanniang's pupils shrank, and together with Ah Zhu, she pulled out the weapon on her waist and blocked it in front of Zhao Fuling.

"Miss Zhao, let's go!"

After she turned her back, Zhao Fuling saw that her slender waist was full of fine whiplashes.

The light-colored dress was soaked in blood, and there was not a single place intact at a glance.

Zhao Fuling furrowed her brows and blew her whistle violently.

For a while, thousands of arrows rained down from his head, and Shen Chi rushed out of the shadows with countless soldiers.

The people of the Half Moon Hall who had just rushed in front of Zhao Fuling had no choice but to turn around and deal with these heavily armed Great Qi soldiers.

And Zhao Fuling was still riding on the horse, motionless.

Zhao Fuling had already prepared, and naturally brought a lot of manpower.

Those people were defeated like a mountain, so they scolded Ji Wanniang: "You ***, it turns out that you have already joined forces with this demon girl. When I go back and give it to the old lady, I must ......."

Before he could finish speaking, a silver spear came from behind and struck him on the head, knocking him to the ground.

Then the horse's hooves trampled over him.

The man didn't scream, and he lost his life silently.

Ji Wanniang turned her head in shock, but saw that it was Zhao Lingling who came on horseback.

She carried a silver spear in her hand, green silk fluttered behind her shoulders, and her heroic and bright face was like a female god of war above the nine heavens.

Before she came back to her senses, Ji Wanniang was picked up by Zhao Fuling and forcibly taken to horseback.

Ah Zhu panicked, "Master."

Zhao Fuling turned around and explained to Shen Chi, "You take that girl with you."

Shen Chi glanced at Ah Zhu, and when he saw that the other party was about to run, he directly threw a knife. The tip of the knife sank steadily into the ground in front of Ah Zhu, and she was so frightened that she stopped in an instant.

Ji Wanniang said angrily, "Zhao Fuling, what do you want to do?"

Seeing that she seemed to be about to throw a hidden weapon, Zhao Lingling pressed the other party's arm hard and said, "Don't you want to go and see how Ying Qi is doing?"

Ji Wanniang was stunned, and then said coldly, "Daqi's thief, what's there to see?"

"When he came back, he had two blood holes all over his body, and he had more breath and less breath." Zhao Fuling said lightly, "When I went out today, he was still lying on the bed, and I don't know if he was dead or alive."

When Zhao Fuling said this, she found that Ji Wanniang's strength in her hands was small.

She said, "Don't worry, I won't forcibly kidnap you to die for Daqi. It's just that you didn't ask me out today just to talk to me, right? I want to see him, but why don't you squirm?"

Ji Wanniang said in shame, "Who twisted and pinched? My Ji Wanniang has always done things neatly......

Zhao Fuling hit the nail on the head: "Since it's neat and neat, it's just a man, can you see it if you want to?"

Ji Wanniang was speechless.

She knew that she had fallen into Zhao Fuling's trap, but if she did what she wanted, she really wanted to see Ying Qi again.

Even if the two don't cross paths since, it's always good to take one last look.