It’s hard to break a phoenix’s destiny

Chapter 57 It’s hard to extinguish the fire of resentment

In the first year of Yongkang, on November 23, there was a fire in Jiafu Palace.

At first, the maid burned paper money for the drowned Concubine Li, but unexpectedly the burning paper money ignited the curtain under the altar table.

In panic, she knocked over the oil lamp, and the burning oil ignited the remaining incense candles, paper money, and several barrels of sesame oil that Hongguang Temple had just sent and put aside...

The fire developed quickly, and in an instant the entire Jiafu Palace was on fire, with flames reaching into the sky and crackling sounds.

The imperial guards from the palace arrived immediately and were a little embarrassed to see such a scene.

Jiafu Palace is located to the southwest of the Royal Palace, and is right at the wind outlet.Fire takes advantage of the wind and develops quite quickly.

Sima Ying said nothing to let Yang Xianrong get close to here, "Go back quickly, don't stay here, it's very dangerous!"

"Find a corner, nothing will happen." Yang Xianrong was not afraid at all, and was slightly excited.

"Zhang Liang, take good care of the Queen!" The scene was so chaotic that Sima Ying couldn't care about Yang Xianrong. After seeing her standing in a safe corner, she shouted to follow Chen Dali in a hurry. Firefighting.

This place is far away from the water source. There are several large tanks at the entrance of the palace, but there is not much water in them.

The Imperial Guards had no choice but to use the clumsiest method, using personnel to relay buckets to put out the fire.But this is a fire lit by sesame oil, and water must be wrong.

When Mao Hongbin got the news and came with people from the Beijun Mansion to support him, he was so angry that he screamed when he saw this situation.

However, the Forbidden Army did not listen to his command and still carried buckets of water.

When Sima Lun arrived, the Imperial Guards changed their method of filling with earth to extinguish the fire.

But at this moment, the resentful shakuhachi sound suddenly came from Jiafu Palace.

A sound, like crying and complaining.

Along with the flames soaring into the sky, it seemed that the ghostly resentment could not be released and was dancing wantonly.

The palace attendants in Jiafu Palace knelt on the ground and howled, with snot and tears flowing from their noses.

"Concubine Li!"

"You died unjustly!"

"Someone must have killed you!"

"Speak out if you have any grievances!"

"Empress Li Fei!"

This sound became more and more shrill. In the deep palace, under the high wall, among the red flames, it seemed like a fire of resentment that was difficult to extinguish, burning higher and higher.

Sima Lun's expression was extremely ugly and he shouted: "Who is this person pretending to be a ghost? Catch him!"

But it was obvious that the person who played the shakuhachi was in the flames, and no one dared to go in and arrest him.

The steps of the imperial guards were even half a beat slower, pushing Mao Hongbin to the front.

Mao Hongbin looked at Jiafu Palace with a grimace, "Your Majesty, let's put out the fire first. If this person doesn't come out now, he won't be able to come out."

Before he could say this, the front hall of Jiafu Palace collapsed.

After the huge roar, everyone's head and face were covered with dust, and they looked very embarrassed.

At the same time, everyone discovered that the fire was extinguished, and only black smoke was still rising, and the burnt smell and dust lingered for a long time.

The palace attendants of Jiafu Palace rushed in one after another, crying and shouting but unable to pull them back.Sima Lun waved his hand and asked the Forbidden Army to check the casualties first.

"Concubine Li's body is still inside...go and have a look."

"Yes." Yuan Jianshuo, the commander of the Forbidden Army, brought several people into the scene with their mouths and noses covered.

They were all Sima Lun's personal guards. They moved quickly and searched among the rubble that was still burning with dark fire.

Mao Hongbin turned around and saw Yang Xianrong standing in the corner, accompanied by Zhang Liangxue, Luzhu, and Cuixi. He hurriedly walked over and whispered: "Why are you here? It's such a mess, I'll be careful to get hurt."

"That's not the case, I just wanted to come and have a look." Yang Xianrong was also covered in dirt, but there was a bright light in his eyes, "So, is the shakuhachi resentful ghost they rumored to be true?" Already burned to death with Concubine Li?"

"Where did you hear all this nonsense?" Mao Hongbin wiped the dirt from his face and was very unhappy, "Little girl, don't listen to these things, or you won't be able to sleep at night."

"Hey, I'm just asking. Everyone has spread the word so much. After this fire, I'm afraid this haunted thing will become even more popular, and I won't be able to cover it up even if I try to cover it up."

"That's true." Mao Hongbin wanted to reach out and brush off a piece of dust from Yang Xianrong's hair, but suddenly he remembered that she was already a queen, so his hand just stopped in mid-air and returned to his hair. "I'm afraid this matter will become a big deal. Mr. Dong should also know the news. This..."

I really can't help but think about it, Dong Yuanhe, who is over fifty years old and has gray hair, stumbled over and ran over. Behind him were his two sons and some relatives.

This group of people actually left the palace just after nightfall. After all, foreign men were not allowed to stay overnight in the palace.

But as soon as the front foot left, the back foot caught fire.

The white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

It's really distressing to watch.

Seeing the situation in front of him, Dong Yuanhe fell to his knees and cried bitterly.

There was already a lot of water in the uneven places on the ground. Dong Yuanhe's clothes were immediately soaked, mixed with debris and soil, and looked extremely miserable.

The commander of the Forbidden Army, Yuan Jianshuo, had already come out and reported to Sima Lun: "Your Majesty, Concubine Li's body is not damaged, but most of the coffin was burned. It can still be pulled out later."

"Yeah." Sima Lun nodded.

Dong Yuanhe, who was crying on the side, said louder, "My daughter! Why do you have to suffer such a miserable life! Who wants to kill you!"

"There is a corpse under the pillar, but it has been burnt black." Yuan Jianshuo, the commander of the Imperial Army, whispered, "It seems that there is an object similar to a shakuhachi beside her, because it has not moved under the pillar yet."

"Well, let's move after dawn." Sima Lun was already very tired. "Seal the scene and no one can enter or leave."

"Where are those people?" Yuan Jianshuo pointed to the palace officials in Jiafu Palace who had just rushed into the ruins.

"There's no need to keep these people. They can all be buried with Concubine Li later." Sima Lun said this without any emotion. "Hurry up and clean them up. This is really annoying."

"Yes." Yuan Jianshuo immediately nodded in agreement, turned around and raised his hand and waved briefly. The guards completely understood what he meant, and went directly to arrest the person, tied their hands and feet, blocked their mouths, and threw them into into an undamaged room on the side.

Seeing such a situation, Mao Hongbin and Yang Xianrong were stunned and did not react at all.

When Sima Lun looked towards them, Mao Hongbin subconsciously blocked Yang Xianrong for fear of being seen by him.

However, Sima Lun had long known that Yang Xianrong was hiding in the corner.

"The fire is out. Queen, please go back." There was no emotion or anger in his voice, and he even shook his body when he saw Mao Hongbin.

Yang Xianrong lowered his eyebrows and said, "Well, I'm back."

"Don't leave!" Dong Yuanhe suddenly shouted, "You were the one who killed my daughter! I want you to pay with your life!"

(End of this chapter)