Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 820 Fighting

This scene pierced Lu Hetian's eyes red.

Lihua hid from him to the palace, but Ji Qingyuan was able to talk and laugh with her.

There was a strong jealousy in his heart, and he was directly angry.

At this moment, I had long forgotten that this was the palace, and everyone was in full view.

He strode forward, grabbed Ji Qingyuan's skirt, and punched him in the face uncontrollably.

Seeing this battle, all the female families were so scared that Huarong was pale.

Ji Qingyuan was originally a weak scholar, where is the opponent of Lu Hetian, a fierce general who has been fighting for a long time.

What's more, his eyes kept falling on Ling Lihua, and he didn't notice the danger at all.

When he reacted, Lu Hetian's iron fist had already touched his handsome face.

He fell down and even bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

The female relatives let out a scream.

Ji Qingyuan was stunned and touched the corner of his mouth. When he saw the blood on his fingers, he was also very angry.

Especially when I see who the one who smashed myself is, I get even more annoyed.

"Lu Hetian, why are you crazy?" Before the palace man came to help him, he himself got up and rushed towards Lu Hetian, reaching out to grab his shirt.

But before he hit Lu Hetian, he was kicked to the ground again by Lu Hetian.

Ji Qingyuan was so angry, this bastard!

He rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward again to fight him.

Zhao Gan got the master's order and stepped forward and stopped the two of them.

"Ahem, two, tonight, at the palace banquet, we also invited Dan Jue's envoy. Everyone is watching. If there is anything, we should wait until the dinner is over before we talk." Zhao Gan lowered his voice and advised them.

Ji Qingyuan was still angry. He was beaten twice by Lu Hetian for no reason. His old face was shameless.

How could he swallow this breath?

Lu Hetian was still puzzled.

Just relying on Ji Qingyuan hooking up with Lihua in front of him, he couldn't forget.

Ji Qingyuan, this old man, who looks like a dog, but did such a dirty thing, how could he easily spare him?

Zhao Qian felt that the pressure was great. Although the people were separated, the murderous spirit in the Lord Zhen Guo was still very frightening.

Seeing the old lady coming, he immediately looked at the old lady for help.

The old lady ignored Lu Hetian, but went directly to Ling Lihua.

No matter how the two men fought, Ling Lihua didn't raise her eyelids, sitting there, sipping alcohol.

She didn't raise her head until the old lady came over.

"Old lady."

The old lady said with a smile: "Why do you return this name?"

Ling Lihua was taken aback, met the old man's kind eyes, and paused before changing her words awkwardly: "Mother."

The old lady was in full bloom.

After Ling Lihua came back, she kept calling her old lady, and would never speak to her again.

Even after the truth came to light, she didn't change her mind.

When she heard that she was finally willing to call her mother, the old lady was naturally happy.

"Oh." She replied happily and took her hand, "Go, let's sit together with my mother."

Ling Lihua had to put down the wine glass and got up and followed her.

Zhao Gan obviously felt the suffocation on Duke Zhen's body dissipated, and turned his head to see that Lu Hetian had followed the old lady and Ling Lihua at the same pace.

He secretly said, as expected, the old lady had a way.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and gave Ji Qingyuan a hand, "Gong Ji, please sit down."

Ji Qingyuan felt uneasy, but at this time, it was indeed not appropriate to dispute with Lu Hetian.

But this matter, he would not forget it.

(End of this chapter)