Chapter 820

This scene made Lu Hetian's eyes red.

Lihua hid in the palace to avoid him, but Ji Qingyuan was able to chat and laugh with her happily.

Strong jealousy arose in his heart, and he exploded with rage.

At this moment, I have long forgotten that this is the imperial palace, and everyone is watching.

He strode forward, grabbed Ji Qingyuan's lapel, and punched him hard in the face after talking.

Seeing this battle, the female relatives were all frightened and turned pale.

Ji Qingyuan was originally a frail scholar, so how could he be an opponent of Lu Hetian, a veteran general like Lu Hetian.

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

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

He fell out of the whole body, and blood was even bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

The female relatives let out a cry of surprise.

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

Especially when he saw who the person who hit him was, he became even more annoyed.

"Lu Hetian, why are you crazy?" Before the palace servants came to help him, he had already got up, and rushed towards Lu Hetian, reaching out to grab his lapel.

But before he touched Lu Hetian, he was kicked by Lu Hetian and fell to the ground again.

Ji Qingyuan was so angry, you bastard!

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

Zhao Gan got his master's order and stepped forward to stop the two of them.

"Ahem, you two, tonight's palace banquet also hosted Danjue's envoys. Everyone is watching. If there is anything, let's talk about it after the dinner is over." Zhao Qian lowered his voice and advised the two of them.

Ji Qingyuan was still angry. He was beaten twice by Lu Hetian for no reason. He really lost his old face.

How could he swallow this breath?

Lu Hetian was still puzzled.

Just because Ji Qingyuan hooked up with Lihua in front of his face, he can't forget it.

Ji Qingyuan, an old man, looks like a dog, but he did such a nasty thing, how could he easily let him go?

Zhao Gan felt that the pressure was great. Although he separated people, the murderous aura on Duke Zhen's body was still very scary.

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

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

Even though the two men fought, Ling Lihua sat there without raising her eyelids, drinking wine by herself.

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

"Old lady."

The old lady smiled and said: "Why do you still call it that?"

Ling Lihua was stunned for a moment, met the old man's kind eyes, paused, and then changed her words awkwardly: "Mother."

The old lady was very happy.

After Ling Lihua came back, she kept calling her Old Taijun, and she refused to call her that way again.

Even when the truth came out later, she didn't change her words.

At this moment, when she heard that she was finally willing to call her mother, the old lady was naturally happy.

"Oh." She responded happily, and took her hand, "Let's go, my wife and I sit together."

Ling Lihua had no choice but to put down her wine glass, get up and follow her.

Zhao Qian obviously felt that the evil spirit on Duke Zhen's body had dissipated, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that Lu Hetian had followed the old lady and Ling Lihua step by step.

He secretly thought, as expected, the old matriarch has a solution.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and helped Ji Qingyuan, "Mr. Ji, sit down quickly, too."

Ji Qingyuan was not angry, but at this time, it was really not appropriate to start a dispute with Lu Hetian.

But this matter, he will not forget it.