The servants were trembling with fear and sweating all over their heads.
"Prime Minister, the gate of the mansion is now surrounded. Our people in the mansion are going out one by one, and there is no way to report the crime..."
The nine admirals have not received any news yet, so how can they possibly send troops to assist the Zuo Xiangfu?
"The front door is blocked, where is the back door? Where is the small door that I usually use for shopping?"
The left prime minister is furious!
The servant trembled and said: "Everyone... is surrounded. Not to mention the door, there is even a dog hole. You can't get out."
"Waste, it's all waste!"
Zuo Xiang was so angry that he trembled. He grabbed a servant by the collar and stared at him with venomous eyes.
"Since you can't get out, then use your life to fill it! Let the guards force their way in. If one death is not enough, then ten, twenty..."
"I still don't believe the truth. How dare that bitch bloodbath my Prime Minister Zuo's Mansion?!"
"Master Xiang, have mercy on me..."
The whole room was full of guards and people were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.
Yun Luo did not dare to bloodbath the entire Zuo Xiang Mansion. If more people died, the commotion would naturally become louder.
The Prime Minister Zuo wants to take the lives of servants like them to make the matter worse, so that Yun Luo will be more guilty.
However, the life of the servant is also life.
The left prime minister can ignore it, but they themselves cannot.
The sound of kowtows and begging for mercy filled the front hall.
However, the left prime minister was so angry that his head was filled with blood, so he could still hear these begging for mercy.
Full of anger, he reprimanded: "A bunch of trash who are greedy for life and afraid of death. The Prime Minister's Mansion supports you, and this is how you repay your master?!"
"..."
The servants kept their heads silent and kowtowed.
It's one thing to repay your master.
It's another thing to die in vain.
No one is a fool.
"Shut up to me! If anyone doesn't go, I will kill him now!"
Zuo Xiang kicked the people away one by one, picked up the broken sword on the ground and waved it, his face was blood red, as if he was mad.
"Why did my father force them to die when he knew it was useless?"
At this time, a weak voice suddenly came.
The sound of Gululu's wheelchair turning was heard.
Zuo Xiang was stunned for a moment, turned his head with squinted blood-red eyes, "Yuan'er? Why did you come out?"
The young man sitting in the wheelchair is about 20 years old. He is extremely thin and his face is so thin that he is almost out of shape. He looks pale and frail.
But even so, it is not difficult to see that this young man has sharp eyebrows on his temples, phoenix eyes like stars, deep and three-dimensional facial features, and a natural indifference and gentleness between his eyebrows.
If he hadn't been too thin and weak, he would have been a handsome man.
But now, he looks sickly, wrapped in a thick blanket, and full of medicinal gas.
When Prime Minister Zuo saw him, a flash of disgust flashed uncontrollably in his eyes, and he quickly restrained himself.
"If you don't stay in your own yard, what are you doing out here? We don't need you here, just go back and take good care of yourself."
Prime Minister Zuo waved his hands irritably.
It was as if the eldest son in front of him was not his eldest son, but an annoying fly.
Ji Yuan said calmly, "I didn't want to come out at first. There was too much noise outside and I couldn't sleep."
"Just stay awake if you can't sleep! What's the use of running out?" said the left prime minister with an ugly face.
This son was already dead, and he didn't expect him to be able to help.
"Father wants to send someone to find the nine admirals, right?"
Ji Yuan asked calmly.
Without waiting for the left minister to answer, he added: "It's useless. The nine admirals will not send troops. Father, don't waste your efforts."