At this time, Zhou Changle and others also got off the boat.
When she got off the boat, she saw Ming Lanruo standing not far away holding Xiao Xi's hand. She walked over coldly: "Oh, Princess Mourning, you really survived the catastrophe, and you will be blessed later...ah!
"
"Crack!"
Before she could finish her words, Mo Feiyan rushed over and slapped her hard on the face.
Zhou Changle was stunned, covering his face in disbelief and looking at Mo Feiyan: "You..."
Mo Feiyan looked at her bitterly with tears in her eyes: "You don't care whether other people have future blessings or not. You, a despicable bitch, will definitely not have any future blessings and will go to the eighteenth level of hell!"
"How dare you hit me? Who gave you the courage?!" Zhou Changle was so angry that he raised his hand to hit me back.
But the next second, Xu Xiuyi walked over, raised her hand and slapped her face as hard as she could.
Zhou Changle was beaten so hard that she staggered two steps, but Zhou Tongchen was the one who supported her.
Zhou Tongchen looked at Mo Feiyan and Xu Xiuyi with a cold face: "Why are you two so uncultured that you dare to slap my sister in public? This debt will not be settled like this!"
Xu Xiuyi rubbed her wrist and looked at Zhou Tongchen coldly: "Eldest Young Master of the Zhou family, no matter how uneducated our family is, we will not be like your family, just because of unfounded charges and a little quarrel.
Come here to kill people with all their heart!"
As soon as these words came out, Zhou Changle and Zhou Tongchen's expressions changed.
"How dare you...to spit such blood without evidence!" Zhou Changle's brain was buzzing from the beating, but his aura was a little weaker and he refused to forgive.
Xu Xiuyi sneered: "Those killers and the soldiers who came to kill us all have the tokens of your Zhou family on them. What is there to argue about? We will never let you go with this account!"
The way everyone around looked at the Zhou family changed instantly, and they looked at them in horror.
"No, this is absolutely impossible!" Zhou Tongchen lost his voice and lost all color in his face, feeling extremely unjust.
It is absolutely impossible for him to let his own people kill people with their belts. He is not crazy. They must be talking nonsense!
But in the eyes of everyone, his appearance only made people think that he had a guilty conscience.
Ming Lanruo looked at Zhou Changle with cold eyes, his cheeks were red and swollen, and the corners of his lips were bloody: "When the three agencies will hold a trial, Mr. Zhou and Miss Zhou will know whether we have wronged you."
After that, she looked at Xu Xiuyi and Mo Feiyan who were standing aside, and said warmly: "You are all frightened today. Go back and have a rest and see the doctor!"
Ever since Ming Lanruo saved them, Xu Xiuyi and Mo Feiyan had followed Ming Lanruo's lead and were extremely convinced of her.
People from several houses glared at the Zhou brothers and sisters coldly, stopped paying attention to them, and each helped their young ladies get into the car and leave.
Ming Lanruo looked at the pale-faced Zhou brothers and sisters with cold eyes, sneered contemptuously, and helped Jing He's arm get into his carriage.
From today on, most civil servants in the DPRK and China will automatically stand behind her.
She doesn't have to worry too much about offending the generals headed by the Zhou family.
This time they offended the Dali Temple, the Procuratorate, and even the noble elders, and they themselves were all trashed.
When they wanted to kill so many innocent family members of civil servants, it showed that they did not take civil servants seriously at all.
She wanted to see how Emperor Ming wiped their butts.
Ming Lanruo was in a good mood and rode the carriage all the way back to Prince Mou's Mansion.
When she got out of the car at the door, someone grabbed her sleeve.
As soon as she turned around, a slender white hand gently grasped her sleeve, and the hidden scholar looked at her quietly.
Under the dim sky, without his turban, the young man's flowing black hair fell on his shoulders. He was dressed in a plain white robe stained with blood, which made his elegant face look bloodless.
Like a delicate and fragile doll.
Ming Lanruo looked at him and her voice became softer: "What's wrong? Are you scared?"
Scholar Yin took out the hand behind his back. In his hand was a handful of long snow willow branches. The long and thin snow willow branches were unbridledly covered with delicate white flowers, which were swollen and messy.
As wild and vigorous as the flowers in the Book of Songs.
Ming Lanruo was stunned: "This is..."
Scholar Yin said softly: "I picked these by the lake. When I saw this flower, I thought of my little lady... Can you accept it?"
