"The food we sent back to Qingzhou has not yet arrived!"

"We bought from Huangzhou Prince's Mansion, but you refused to sell. Are you trying to starve us to death?"

Sima Lan pointed at the peacock: "Why doesn't Master Zongheng ask for help from the other three schools?"

Ancestor Zongheng's face became even more ugly: "Although they have many disciples, the grains they brought were all exchanged for goods from Huangzhou and sold out. The money is so touching! Now, the grains of the three of them are not enough to eat. How can they have any money?"

Give us as much as you can!"

"I, a disciple of the Zongheng School, have been drinking porridge for three days!"

"I came here today to ask the princess for an explanation. Is King Huangzhou's injury healed?"

"When will the Taoism Conference be held?"

"Should I borrow the food to support my Zongheng school or not?"

"Would you like to borrow the food from the other three sects?"

"If you don't borrow it, don't blame us four factions for turning your Huangzhou Palace upside down!"

Before coming, Ancestor Zongheng had already united the three factions, and today they are going to attack Huangzhou Palace to give Huangzhou Palace a powerful blow!

Sima Lan was calm and looked up at the peacock: "Is this the reason why the Confucian leader is here?"

Peacock smiled faintly and denied directly: "No!"

"Kong came to the palace just to visit the princess. His purpose is different from that of the head Zongheng!"

"Master Zongheng, if you want to make a fuss, just make a fuss!"

"I, a Confucian, will not mess around with you!"

Sima Lan looked at Li Si again: "Master of Taoism, what about you?"

Li Si also retorted: "I am just here to see Princess Huangzhou and have nothing to do with this matter. The ancestors of Zongheng don't count the Taoists!"

"If you want to make a scene, make a scene!"
Chapter completed!