"But it is said that Guo Jing's rebel army was surrounded by the fourth Mongolian prince Tuolei in the valley. In the past, I said, now the enemy bandits are bound to see the end on the battlefield..."
"Torre immediately drew his sword across the sword, raised his arm and shouted: 'Guo Jing, you have already spread your wings and can't escape. Remembering our past friendship, as long as you lead the people to surrender, I can recommend you to be the vanguard general. Don't think about reinforcements anymore, Zuo Yuan Song
The army has surrendered, and you have all been sold by the officials of the Song Dynasty! When the rebels heard about this, they were all heartbroken, and there were signs of the collapse of the entire army..."
"'Don't tell lies to disturb the morale of our army!' I saw Guo Jing rising into the air, trampling on the soldiers' shoulders and rushing forward, and he had entered the Mongolian army with a snap of his fingers. He raised his palm and used the move 'A proud dragon has regrets', but after hearing
The sound of the dragon's roar echoed through the valley, and dozens of Mongolian cavalrymen fell on their backs..."
In the yard, Zhao Han was lying on a chair and taking a nap.
Fei Chun still guest-starred as the storyteller, reading the latest chapter while foaming at the mouth, while Fei Ruhe sat there and listened spellbound.
After reading one chapter, Fei Ruhe suddenly raised his palms and shouted: "You will regret eating me as a dragon!"
"ah!"
Fei Chun held the manuscript in one hand and covered his chest with the other. He jumped up high and then fell down: "Good... good skills... uh..."
"call!"
Fei Ruhe slowly pressed down his palms and was exhaling to finish the exercise.
Fei Chun got up with a smile: "Master, do I look like I'm dead this time?"
"Death is not tragic enough to demonstrate my power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms." Fei Ruhe shook his head in disgust.
Fei Chun picked up the stick again and said, "Master, please give me some advice on my method of beating a dog with a stick."
Fei Ruhe immediately raised his knife and started fighting with the book boy.
Unfortunately, there was a huge disparity in strength. Fei Chun only managed to hit two sticks before being kicked away by Fei Ruhe.
Fei Chun held his stomach and got up. This time he felt really uncomfortable. He reluctantly flattered him and said, "Young Master is so skilled. I'm afraid this is the beggar's kicking technique!"
Fei Ruhe stood with his hands behind his back and said proudly: "This is the whirlwind leaf-sweeping leg of Peach Blossom Island."
"Someone is coming. Miss committed suicide! Someone is coming..."
At this moment, a shout came from the yard next door.
Zhao Han, who was taking a nap, suddenly got up from his chair: "Go and have a look!"
Fei Ruhe said: "It's my eldest sister's side."
Too lazy to go out and take detours, Zhao Han and Fei Ruhe went straight to the inner courtyard partition wall. The courtyard wall was as tall as one person, and with the momentum of their charge, they easily climbed up the wall, turned over, and landed on the other side of the wall.
Fei Chun also rushed after him. He couldn't climb halfway up, so he had to jump down and take a detour.
"What's wrong?" Fei Ruhe asked as he ran.
Xiyue shouted in the room: "The lady hanged herself, but I saved her!"
Zhao Han took the lead and ran into the house. He saw the red silk hanging from the beam, and Fei Rulan sat silently beside him.
Fei Ruhe asked in shock: "Sister, what are you doing?"
Fei Rulan just shed tears and lowered her head without speaking.
Zhao Han turned around and asked the maid: "Sister Xiyue, please tell me the matter in detail."
The master is dead, and the maid can't please her. Xiyue said with lingering fear: "The old man sent someone to call the young lady, but I don't know what he said. The young lady looked bad when she came back. The young lady asked me to make a bowl of brown sugar and ginger soup, and I went out to give the orders.
Mother-in-law, then I saw the young lady hanging herself."
The facts were very clear, and Zhao Han felt sick!
At this moment, the maids and ladies from the inner courtyard also came over one after another after hearing the news. They were so surprised that they were speechless when they saw the situation.
"Ruhe!" Zhao Han shouted.
"What?" Fei Ruhe turned around.
Zhao Han said: "Madam left not long ago, she may have just passed Hekou Town. You and Fei Chun, take a boat and chase her immediately!"
"Okay!" Fei Ruhe suddenly woke up.
During this conversation, it was unclear who was the master and who was the servant, but Fei Ruhe immediately followed the instructions.
"This is the eldest young master's inner courtyard, you can't go in!"
Suddenly, Mo Xiang's scolding came from outside, and Dong Fu and other maids went out to check the situation.
Zhao Han said to Xiyue: "Watch Miss, don't let him do stupid things again."
"Yeah, yeah." Xiyue nodded repeatedly.
Zhao Han ran out quickly and saw a group of strange domestic slaves standing at the door of the inner courtyard, blocked by Mo Xiang and others.
Before Fei Ruhe could leave, he asked: "What are you doing here?"
A domestic slave replied: "We heard that something happened to the young lady, so we came together to have a look. Someone seemed to shout just now that the young lady committed suicide, but it's true..."
"fart!"
Fei Ruhe immediately interrupted and said angrily: "This is the inner courtyard of Jingxing Garden. You are all slaves of Gongbei Garden. How dare you step into this place!"
The slave said with a smile: "Young master, we also obey orders. If Miss... we can help arrange the funeral arrangements."
"Yeah!"
Fei Ruhe was so angry that he was trembling all over: "You are still thinking about arranging your funeral arrangements before you die. Grandpa will arrange your funeral arrangements for you today!"
Fei Ruhe raised his knife to cut, but Zhao Han reached out to hold him back.
Zhao Han ordered: "I'll just come here and keep an eye on you. You can go back after my wife right away."
Fei Ruhe thought for a moment and said, "Okay!" and ordered Fei Chun, "Follow me!"
"Keep the knife." Zhao Han said.
Fei Ruhe threw the knife to Zhao Han, raised his hand to push away the slaves, and ran towards the dock with Fei Chun.
Those slaves didn't dare to stop them. After Fei Ruhe left, they couldn't help asking: "Is the eldest lady really okay?"
Zhao Han sneered: "Would you like to come in and take a look?"
"Then let's take a look." Those slaves really wanted to break in.
Yingchun went back to her parents' home with Lou, and Dong Fu took charge of the affairs of the inner courtyard.
Dong Fu spread his arms to stop him and yelled, "Let's see who dares to break in!"
Mo Xiang quietly slipped out of the back door and ran to Zhongqinyuan to summon her servants.
Those domestic slaves were the old master's confidants and were used to being domineering. Seeing that Fei Ruhe was not around, they actually dared to push in. The leader pushed Dong Fu away.
"court death!"
Zhao Han suddenly struck out with a knife and cut off three of his fingers on the spot.
"Ah, my hand, my hand!" Two fingers fell to the ground, and one finger was still connected to the skin. The slave covered his hands and fell to the ground, rolling around at the door of the inner courtyard and screaming in pain.
Zhao Han stood with a knife in his hand and looked at everyone: "Who will try to break in again?"
No matter which house the slaves were in, they were all frightened.
No one dared to break in, and no one even dared to leave. They stayed there waiting for Zhao Han to surrender.
After a moment of stalemate, Mo Xiang arrived with the slaves from Zhongqin Court and blocked the troublemaking slaves from Gongbei Court.
Zhao Han immediately ordered: "Tie them all up and wait until Madam comes back to punish them!"
Dongfu whispered: "Brother Han, these are from the old lady's courtyard."
Zhao Han sneered: "I don't care which courtyard he belongs to. Breaking into the inner courtyard of Jingxingyuan without permission is breaking the rules. Could it be that the old lady or the old lady sent them to break into the young lady's boudoir without permission?"
This hat is so strong that even the old lady Fei Yuanyi could not refute it in person.
Zhao Han then asked: "Who sent you?"
Those slaves didn't dare to answer because the hat had already been pulled off.
Zhao Han shouted loudly: "Old Master, the old lady is kind and kind, how could you give such an immoral and rude order? These evil slaves must have made their own decisions. They have bullied us, Jingxingyuan, and have squatted on top of us.
It’s shit, let’s talk about it, can you let it go easily?”
"cannot!"
The servants of Zhongqinyuan who had just arrived were completely unaware of the truth. They were filled with righteous indignation at this moment, and they immediately roared in unison.
Zhao Han took the opportunity to order: "Tie them all up, and no one who comes to pick them up is allowed to be let go until Madam comes back!"
Zhao Han did not have any management position in Jingxingyuan, so he could not order anyone around. But at this moment, both the inner and outer courts were subconsciously following Zhao Han's orders.
In the blink of an eye, the troublemaking slaves were tied up.
Mrs. Ling also came over after hearing the news. She was shocked and shouted: "Let them go quickly, these are all from the old man's courtyard."
Dong Fu sneered: "Excuse me, which hospital does Mrs. Ling belong to? She can come here to make decisions."
Mrs. Ling was speechless, retreated in embarrassment, and quietly ran to report the news to the old lady.
Zhao Han continued to order, asking the male servants of Zhongqin Yuan to escort the domestic slaves to the woodshed. They would be guarded in groups of three, and the guards would take turns. The responsibility would be assigned to each person. If there is any situation, come and report it immediately.
Then, they asked the maids from the inner courtyard to take turns accompanying the eldest lady to prevent Fei Rulan from seeking death again.
After some instructions, everyone performed their duties, while Zhao Han sat at the door of the inner courtyard with a knife.
Everyone dispersed, leaving only two girls, Fei Rumei and Zhao Zhenfang.
"Why don't you leave? Go and talk to the eldest lady." Zhao Han said.
Zhao Zhenfang admired and said: "Second brother, you were so majestic just now."
Fei Rumei also said: "Yes, everyone listens to you, but it's scary to cut your hands with a knife. There was a lot of blood, and I was scared."
Zhao Han asked: "Second Miss, you don't care about your sister?"
Fei Rumei said: "I just stayed with my sister for a while, but she just cried and didn't talk to me."
"Go quickly, or the eldest lady will seek death again." Zhao Han threatened.
Fei Rumei was really frightened: "Then... then I will go accompany my sister. You stay here and don't let the bad guys come in."
The two little girls quickly ran into the inner courtyard.
Not long after, the manservant of Zhongqinyuan reported that the old master had sent his confidants to pick him up.
Zhao Han rushed over immediately, but before he entered the yard, he heard a house slave yelling arrogantly: "Let him go quickly, because he has the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard. Even the old man's people dare to detain him!"
The slaves of Zhongqinyuan did not dare to speak, and at the same time they did not dare to let him go.
Mrs. Ling quickly smoothed things over with a smile: "It's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. Just let the person go."
"Qiang!"
Zhao Han walked into Zhongqin Courtyard with his knife drawn and scolded: "No one can leave today unless we explain clearly!"
The old man's confidant looked at Zhao Han, frowned and asked, "Who is this?"
Mrs. Ling explained: "The eldest young master's adopted son."
An ordinary adopted son is a domestic slave!
The man immediately sneered: "Those who are slaves should behave like slaves. We are here on the master's order, but even the young master would not dare to speak like this in front of him! Someone, please give this blind bastard a try."
I’ll give you a good beating!”
Zhao Han continued to move forward with a knife, but the domestic slave on the opposite side rushed over with a stick.
"when!"
Zhao Han split the stick with one knife and slashed it at an angle. The thumb of the slave who was holding the stick was cut off.
This man held his hands and screamed, scaring the other slaves from coming forward.
That's not how people do things. House slaves can only fight with sticks. How can they use a knife to draw blood as soon as they start fighting?
Mrs. Ling was so frightened that she hid in the house, fearing that Zhao Han would go crazy and stab her suddenly.
"Now that you're here, don't leave in a hurry," Zhao Han ordered, "Tie them all up and throw them into the woodshed for custody!"
The slaves of Zhongqinyuan cheered in unison and took ropes to tie people up. Anyway, even if something happened, Zhao Han would be there to protect them.
The second group of troublemaking slaves looked at the bloody knife in Zhao Han's hand. None of them dared to resist. They just waited to be tied up and sent to the woodshed.
