The Thunder God Festival had passed, and Lin Yong and the others followed the left crowd back to the town. Qi Huangwu was no longer happy, but she still followed her together.

Zhang Sanhua stood in front of the Liangshan tribe's mountain gate with a fake face.

I have to say that Qi Fengming's craftsmanship is much better than Zhang Sanhua. Unlike the two skills that Zhang Sanhua learned casually before, after Qi Fengming's disguise, Zhang Sanhua's current appearance is completely different from the original one.

"Who! Stop!"

The Liangshan tribe was very alert to stop Zhang Sanhua before she got close to her, and then someone immediately stepped forward to interrogate her.

"Where did it come from? What to do?!"

Zhang Sanhua raised the package in her hand and said, "Before, the young master and the young lady left in a hurry and left a lot of things. I came to send them back by Sister Hao."

He frowned and looked at Zhang Sanhua up and down, and asked, "Of the Lei Shanzhai?"

Zhang Sanhua smiled and said nothing.

"Okay, leave the things to me and go back."

As he said that, he went to get what Zhang Sanhua had in his hand, but Zhang Sanhua raised his hand to avoid it.

"What do you mean?"

The person who came showed an angry look on his face, but Zhang Sanhua was not affected, but showed a perfect smile.

"There are some private supplies of the young patriarch's wife. I'm afraid it's not good to pass through your hands."

The person who came was stunned and inevitably thought about what this personal item would be, and his face couldn't help feeling uncomfortable. If he didn't know, he would still insist on taking the package. If he passed it out, he still didn't know what it would turn out.

He looked at Zhang Sanhua with a picky and disgusting look for a while, and the person who came decided to let her in.

Although they belong to the Leishan tribe, there is only one person, so what's there to be afraid of?

"I can let you in, but you have to hand over the weapons you have."

Zhang Sanhua's eyes narrowed and he looked at the man. The man sneered twice without giving in.

Fortunately, I still remember my current identity. Zhang Sanhua tried her best to relieve her emotions, silently took down the sword from her waist and handed it out.

"This is the only one?" The man said with dissatisfaction, "I know that some of you Leishan tribes can hide more than a dozen weapons."

"If you don't believe it, you can search it yourself."

This was a bit provocative. The man really wanted to take action, but for some reason he felt a little resistant and intuition told him not to take action.

The two confronted each other for a moment, and the person who was asking was stiff and turned his body away.

This is a concession.

He led Zhang Sanhua into the mountain gate and sent someone to take her to see the young patriarch's wife. The person who asked the question always felt something was wrong, so he secretly surveillance Zhang Sanhua.

Zhang Sanhua had long noticed that someone was staring at her, but she did not show it. She was taken to the flower hall of a big mansion. This mansion did not look like a building in Nanyue, but like the style of Donghua.

But he was alone in the flower hall, and eighteen guards were guarding nearby. Zhang Sanhua couldn't help but frown when she remembered what she saw.

This village was closely monitored. Apart from the guards, there was no servant, Huiqing's situation was probably even more difficult than he thought.

After waiting for an hour, someone came to the flower hall. It was not Huiqing, but her arrogant maid.

"Where are the things, bring them."

The princess's personal maid came to ask for things, but Zhang Sanhua's previous reasons were not easy to use. But before she saw Huiqing, she handed over the things, and Zhang Sanhua was a little unwilling to accept it.

Seeing that Zhang Sanhua was not moving, the maid named Sang Duoer was a little unhappy and stepped forward to get the package. Zhang Sanhua subconsciously avoided it. Sang Duoer glanced at her and became even more angry. She pointed at Zhang Sanhua and cursed.

There was a rustic word in her words, and Zhang Sanhua didn't understand it very well, but probably knew that she was scolding herself for being uneducated and ungrateful, and finally scolded her mother.

Unable to bear this, Zhang Sanhua instantly changed her face, and she directly pinched Sang Duoer's throat and lifted her up.

Sang Duoer was shocked and began to struggle. She wanted to call someone, but she couldn't make any noise. She could only break Zhang Sanhua's hand and sway her feet to kick someone.

The guards soon noticed the movement, surrounded them, and took out their weapons. Zhang Sanhua glanced at them and threw Sang Duoer aside. Sang Duoer hit the table and chairs, making a loud noise, and his eyes turned black and could not get up at all.

"Leishan, what do you mean?"

When a guard asked, Zhang Sanhua had an idea and showed a sarcastic expression on her face.

"I don't know, Liangshan is actually in this way in treating guests."

"What kind of guest are you?" Sang Duoer recovered a little, said in a hoarse voice, staring at Zhang Sanhua with a pair of eyes hatred, and poisonous water was coming out.

Since she, Sandouer, has not suffered such humiliation!

"Brother Luo, arrest her!"

The guards who were called Brother Luo were a little hesitant. It was not difficult for them to deal with a woman so many times, but this was a person from Leishan Village. If it was handled improperly, it would be bad for the two tribes to cause disputes.

Seeing that the guard did not move, Sang Duoer felt even more angry. Seeing Zhang Sanhua facing away from her, she pulled out a silent smile in a twist, and directly copied the chair beside her and smashed it at Zhang Sanhua.

The chair was brought from Donghua, the tight mahogany and solid wood was very heavy. If Sang Duoer hadn't been used to being rough and energetic before, and her passion for potential was stimulated, she wouldn't be able to swing it up.

The wind brought by the chair was too obvious to Zhang Sanhua. She kicked it out directly, and when Sang Duoer flew out again, her head turned straight with her body.

The guards made another act of banning.

"You're a little too arrogant!"

Zhang Sanhua tilted her head and suddenly smiled.

"If you don't accept it, hit me."

This sentence stabbed the hornet's nest, and the guards were angry, and the team's face darkened, and they issued an order: "Prepare it, don't hurt her life."

More than a dozen people rushed up together. Zhang Sanhua subconsciously touched her waist and remembered to hand over the sword and could only draw out the spare dagger.

One inch long and one inch long, one inch short and one inch dangerous. With a dagger to deal with the long sword, Zhang Sanhua was a little difficult to support. After more than a dozen rounds, he was taken down and many wounds were cut on his body. The blood seeped out looked very scary.

The dagger was taken away and tied up his hands again. Zhang Sanhua seemed to panic and shouted loudly: "I am here to deliver things to your young clan leader's wife by the order of Sister Hao. You can't deal with me at will!"

The team leader also had a headache and didn't know what to do.

At this time, someone came to hand in the conversation: "The young lady sent someone to ask what happened, why did Sang Duoer not go back yet."

The leader's eyes lit up and he had a scheming in his heart.

Although this young lady has no reputation in the clan, she is Donghua's princess after all. She wants to deal with someone, and no one can say anything. Even if she is angry, she will kill this reckless woman, can you go to Donghua to seek justice?

"Since you are here to find the young lady and the injured one is her person, I will hand you over to her to deal with it!"

Zhang Sanhua was stunned, with a panic on her face, and the leader felt that his decision was extremely wise.

He was pulled up by someone holding a knife around his neck, and Zhang Sanhua looked very depressed.
Chapter completed!