But after indulging for a whole day, Zong Huo got up on the second day and wanted to go out.

  "To be on the safe side, young master, please stay in the house for at least half a month to ensure everything is secure." The leader of the dead soldiers knelt on the ground and requested in a low voice to Zong Huo.

  Zong Huo glared with anger: "How much longer will you imprison me?"

  The leader of the dead soldiers clenched his fist: "This is the order of the Grand Secretary."

  Zong Huo kicked over the copper kettle, picked it up and threw it: "Trash, get out of this young master's sight!"

  The leader of the dead soldiers was smashed on the head, blood flowed from the wound all over his face, a bit frightening. But he still didn't make a sound, got up and left the house.

  Several maids in the house had quietly walked in from outside the door and bent down to pick up the copper kettle that Zong Ho had thrown on the ground.

  Zong Huo's angry gaze paused when it fell on the maid, and when he saw her slender waist, his angry gaze was tinged with desire.

  "Wait, you little girl, lift your head for me."

  The maid slowly lifted her head, revealing a delicate nose bridge, vermilion lips, and elegant facial features.

  The young woman burst out laughing.

  Zong Huo's eyes straightened again, and the maid slowly led the collected fragments out of the hall.

  Zong Huo suddenly understood something, and a wicked arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

  "Come, have all the maids in the house gather in the courtyard for me!"

  …

  Half an hour later, all the bewildered servants and maids gathered in the courtyard, exchanging uneasy glances with each other.

  The dead warrior accompanied Zong Huo to the courtyard and said, "Young Master, is there something wrong with these servants?"

  They thought it was a case of paranoid schizophrenia, and even the father-son pair were the same.

  Zong Huo didn't even glance at those men slaves wearing tattered clothes, his eyes fixed straight on the direction where the maid stood.

  "Lift your heads for this young master!"

  Those maidservants trembled with fear, one by one lifting their faces.

  The dead warrior's gaze suddenly understood Zong Huo's idea.

  These maids, each one slender and elegant, were more beautiful than ordinary maids. Zong Huo looked at them one by one, his eyes shining as he said: "Father really understands me! Really understands me!"

  It should be said that Zong Chu Ke had already expected that after a long journey, Zong Huo would not stay peacefully in the mansion. So when sending Zong Huo out of Chang'an, he quickly sent a message to his trusted people in Wuzhou, selecting local beauties as maids, after all, it was just a temporary measure for Zong Huo to spend a safe period quietly.

  It turns out that a doting father spoils his son, and Zong Huo has indeed been spoiled into a little devil.

  "You want me to stay in the house and not go out, right? I'll do as you wish."

  The leader of the dead warriors remained silent.

  Zong Huo let out a piercing laugh: "Starting today, every night send two maids to my quarters. This young master wants to thoroughly enjoy the pleasures of Qi."

  Inside the residence, a door away, extremely chaotic and desolate sounds were transmitted again.

  All the dead warriors fell silent again, previously they thought that after arriving in Wuzhou it would be the end of everything, now it seems that they will have to guard this young master for a lifetime, without even a slight relaxation.

  Those maids were originally sold by their families to Zong Chuke, so after being humiliated, they didn't make a sound and silently accepted this fate.

  Even Zong Ho was particularly fond of two beautiful and elegant maids, and would even summon them to serve him at night. Sometimes he thought that he had never met the maid who came in to clean up in the hall that day, but soon this thought drifted away into thin air amidst the warmth and fragrance beside him.

  After several days of godly life like Zong Huo, someone knocked on the door of the leader of the dead soldiers at night. The old leader saw that the person who came in was cold and calm.

  "Dao: 'Ji Langzhong, what's going on with you?'"

  They also brought with them a retired Langzhong personally selected by Zong Chuke.

  That season, Lang Zhong was also a famous doctor in Chang'an City. He was bought by Zong Hork at a high price. Along the way, whenever Zong Hork felt slightly unwell, he would immediately follow him to have his body checked.

  Ji Lang looked solemn and said to the leader of the dead soldiers: "Huo Gongzi's body was originally much weaker than ordinary people, I told you this on the road, old man."

  The leader of the dead soldiers stared at him: "So now you have a place to stand, the young master's physical training is a task that must be completed by the Shangshu Lord, and you are not thinking of finding an excuse to get out?"

  Ji Langzhong's face turned gloomy: "You should advise Master Huo, his physical foundation is not as good as others. If he continues to waste himself like this every day, even with the most precious ginseng, it will be impossible to make up for the loss of his vitality!"

  The doctor's words were all good advice, especially since Ji Lang had been following and taking care of Zong He all the way, never thinking that at this time he would suffer a setback.

  The leader of the dead warriors said with a gloomy face after a long while: "I still say the same thing, young master's body is your responsibility. We won't help you persuade him."

  Ji Lang's face turned green with anger, and it can be said that he was a doctor who cared about his patients like they were his own children. Even someone as despicable as Zong Huo didn't know the danger he was in, and to Ji Lang, his body seemed as fragile as paper, unable to withstand even a slight blow. All it would take is a gust of wind from the cliff below, and Zong Huo would be completely destroyed, his body shattered beyond recognition.

  "How can you be like this..." Ji Lang's whole body trembled.

  The leader of the dead warriors was cold and ruthless, "Are you done? If you're done, then leave quickly, otherwise don't blame the knife in my hand for being merciless."

  Ji Langzhong thoroughly understood the terror of this group of dead soldiers and was so angry that he trembled as he retreated from the house.

  They hadn't gone far when they heard the sound of unbridled laughter coming from Zong Huo's room. Ji Lang sighed and shook his head repeatedly, then slowly turned around and walked away with his back to them.

  Not long after he left, a slender maid slowly walked along the original road. The maid held a broom in her hand, as if sweeping the floor, but she stared in the direction where Qilang had left. A gentle smile appeared on her delicate face.

  Then on about the fifth day, Zong Huo, who had been drunk for a whole night again, opened the door with a sway and staggered into the courtyard.

  "Someone, bring this young master a cup of water!" He said, his body swaying left and right uncontrollably.

  Anyone who indulges in excessive drinking and then wastes too much energy on women will end up like this.

  It was just a servant who lowered his head and responded with a soft "yes". When he raised his head to see Zong Huo, he suddenly let out a loud cry of "Ah!"

  The people behind him retreated wildly like they had seen a ghost: Ahhhh!!!!

  Zong Huo belched and said, "What did you say? How dare you! You actually said that I, the young master, am a ghost?"

  At this time, other servants had already arrived in the courtyard. When they saw Zong Hua, they were all shocked and their limbs went numb, wanting to run but not daring to run.

  At last a servant trembled as he looked at Zong Ho's face: "Young Master, your...your face..."

  Zong Huo still didn't know better and scolded as usual: "What's wrong with this young master's face?"

  He took another step closer, and the man below let out a sharp cry and turned to run.

  Zong Huo had never been ignored like this before. Even though he was still drunk, his anger flared up and he shouted: "You stop right there for me!"

  As he walked over, the servants around him also retreated in a flurry of fear, as if Zong Ho was some kind of fierce beast.

  Zong Huoqi's madness turned into a sudden burst of anger as he saw a servant, and immediately pointed at him with his hand: "You come here to Ben Gongzi!"

  This servant also seemed to want to run, but his legs were weak and he didn't dare. Zong Huo saw this and became even more furious: "If you don't come over here, I'll have you torn into eight pieces and thrown in front of the Chang'an city gate..."

  That servant almost fainted and stumbled over, dragging his tired feet to stand in front of Zong Ho with great effort.

  "Your Highness, is there anything you wish to instruct..."

  Zong Huo grasped the servant's neck with one hand, looking even more terrifying than an evil spirit. "What's on my face?" he asked. "Why are you all running away?"

  The servant could only stare at Zong Ho's face, which really looked like a ghost, and was almost scared to death: "S-spare my life, Master! D-did you look in the mirror this morning?"

  Zong Huo seemed to have just reacted: "Mirror? Why does Ben Gongzi want to look in the mirror?"

  He's not a woman who applies lipstick and powder, he's a heroic man from the Zhuo family, why should he care about something like a mirror?

  "You dare to perfunctorily deal with me again, I'll..."

  "Stop, young master!" Just then a stern shout came out of nowhere, and the leader of the assassins suddenly appeared in mid-air, quickly landing beside Zong Huo.

  The leader raised his head and saw that Zong Huo's face was a deep red, like an evil ghost from hell.

  But he was a dead man, and in just a moment he steeled himself and said to Zong Huo: "I have already sent someone to call for Qilang, please calm down, sir, and rest first."

  Zong Huo however was certain, and continued staring at the leader of the dead soldiers, asking: "Tell me, what exactly is on this young master's face?"

  The leader calmed down and said: "When Qilang arrives, Young Master will naturally know."

  "You!"

  Zong Huo's fists crackled with energy, and if he didn't have some reservations about the leader of this profound martial art, he would have struck out with a punch long ago.

  Zong Huo hummed coldly and released the poor servant, turning around to continue stumbling towards the house.

  The leader of the dead soldiers gazed at Zong Huo's back with a gloomy gaze, "Bring the maid who served the young master yesterday to the courtyard and cut out her tongue."

  If it weren't for the fact that all the servants in this mansion didn't dare to easily replace new people, otherwise the lives of the two maids would not need to be pitied.

  Zong Huo entered the room and immediately thought of what his servant had said about "the mirror" earlier. His gaze shifted, looking towards a copper mirror placed on the dresser.

  His eyes dimmed and he slowly turned his footsteps, swaying back and forth towards the mirror.

  Just as his hand was about to reach the mirror, a knife suddenly flashed in mid-air, and the mirror was split into two halves, falling to the ground.

  The leader of the dead soldiers said coldly: "Young master, you'd better go back to bed and rest."