Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1368 The pit is 354 meters deep, the finale ([-]) redrawing the country

There are many last scenes before the subjugation of the country.

Because people are different, situations are different, and everyone has different thoughts.

This night, Lin'an City was full of carnival and excitement.Many literati and scholars put forward many majestic poems for it, leaving behind countless eternal masterpieces——

The common people also have their own ways to celebrate the New Year. In the long streets and alleys, there are young and beautiful ladies, old people who are old, and fortune-tellers who can't calculate themselves but walk around holding a fortune-telling book.Dragon dancers, lion dancers, brown candy sellers, candied haws sellers, those who should watch the excitement, those who should sell snacks sell snacks, this scene... there is a kind of desolation in the midst of great sadness.

Yes, no amount of laughter can offset the fear of impending national subjugation.

But as powerless people, maybe they just want to make Nanrong's subjugation more calm and more courageous?

After all, Nan Rong has always been such a rich and elegant place.

Of course, behind this carnival, there are also righteous men who care about the country and the people. In teahouses and restaurants, they light up the lights to watch the night market, jump out of the world, and sigh for the country.

"I don't know if Prime Minister Su can block Xiao Qian from Lin'an City—"

"The prince is talking about a dream! Alas!"

"It's not that I haven't won before. In the past three years, hasn't everyone won or lost? Prime Minister Su is a capable person."

"It's not Prime Minister Su who is incompetent, it's Xiao Qian who is too strong!"

This sentence can be regarded as a more pleasing summary.

Whether it is Song Xi or Su Yi, they are all talented people in this world. Given time, their combination will surely create another peaceful world for Nanrong.However, strong players have their own strong players, and they happened to meet an opponent like Xiao Qian, who is also a god and a demon, and someone who has practiced the formation of troops to perfection is also a karma.

"Old man, I only hope that Prime Minister Su can let Nanrong... last a few more days! Even a few days, that's fine."

"At the beginning I hated the imperial court, but now that Nanrong is about to die, I am as reluctant as the prince."

The meaning of family and country is extremely important to a person's life.

Usually, we only take care of our small family, but once the country is about to disappear, then we will realize that there is a country to have a family...

How can I be a slave to a subjugated country?

But at this point, the people of Lin'an have long since given up their hope of winning.

Moreover, after years of fighting, the country is exhausted and the people are uneasy. In fact, they prefer to wait until the final result comes.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and the result of a knife is much better than a long knife.

Therefore, in this new year, everyone on Lin'an Street is celebrating the arrival of the new year to their heart's content.Eating, drinking, playing, and having fun, fully demonstrate the romance in a prosperous age and the madness of human nature under despair and depression.

After today, I don't know if there will be tomorrow.

Today it is still called Nanrong Lin'an, but tomorrow I don't know what it will be called.

It is the most healing normal psychology for human beings to break the jar and smash it.

For Lin'an, which is about to go forever, the folk gongs and drums are loud, the big man dancing the dragon is like a dragon swimming, and the people around are screaming and cheering...

And the gate leading to the imperial palace, leading to the pinnacle of Nanrong's power, has been locked tightly.

In the Hall of Kindness in the imperial city, at the grand banquet for the birthday of the Crown Prince Song Yu, the monarchs and ministers sighed over the wine.

The imperial court also changed from the frugality of the war in the past few years, and tried its best to assist Zhang. It seemed that it wished to spend all the surplus of Nanrong's national treasury overnight.

"His Majesty……"

A woman's voice broke the sadness at the banquet.

She always wore a hat with a white veil, and walked towards the emperor. The wind blew her veil, and it swayed slightly, making the face under the veil sharp and delicate, which made people a little inexplicably awakened and fascinated.Mysterious things always make people want to explore.These people have never seen her, and they also think that she is not His Majesty's female officer, but His Majesty's woman... However, because His Majesty loves the dead queen so much, he is unwilling and unwilling to pamper a woman easily That's all.

Fang Jiran and Song Xi didn't care about the minister's speculation before.

Now, naturally, I don't care much more.

She approached Song Xi's desk, blessed her body, and said a few words softly.

The voice was so small that no one at the table could hear it clearly except Song Xi.

Song Xi's face changed slightly, and there seemed to be a haze in the bottom of his eyes.But only a moment later, it dissipated again, smiling and waving at her.

"Understood, you go down first."

Fang Jiran didn't respond, and once again blessed herself, and in the eyes of everyone, she left the banquet...

She never attended these banquets, official or private.

Living in the Nanrong Palace, she is like a snow lotus on an iceberg in the hearts of everyone.

But only she knows that covering her face with a gauze is not because of her beauty, but because of her shame.

The fundamental reason for her reluctance to see people is not because she is aloof, but also because she does not want to be discovered that she has such a thin and ghostly face.

So, she hates it.

I don't understand why the two sisters who look so similar, Mo Jiu has everything, but she has nothing.

She also hates her face, she almost never looks in the mirror, even when she sleeps sometimes, she puts the hat beside the pillow, and if there is a little movement like a frightened rabbit, she puts the hat on quickly, the hat-wearing The order is always before dressing.

In the past, when the weather was fine, some courageous court ladies would come and ask her to see the sun.In private, of course, they would also be curious about her appearance, but every time at this time, Fang Jiran would turn around and leave, neither angry nor angry, so indifferent that he didn't say a word.Gradually, no one approached her casually.

However, everyone in the palace felt that she was indifferent and inhumane, but no one saw her two lines of tears slipping down the veil when she turned around and faced the bright red sun.

Once the once enchanting and beautiful beauty lost her face, she would be in pain.

In this world, no one really cared about her, let alone loved her.

But what does it matter?
Soon, the world will be hers.

She wants to get the Thousand-Character Citation, become a Mohist tycoon, and even more...

……

……

People's expectations for Su Yi had to turn into disappointment after all.

Or - despair!
On that night, the menacing Beimeng cavalry army in front of the Nanrong army that had been fighting fiercely for several hours, became more and more strenuous, and finally lost.Su Yi was dragged by Xiao Qian's three-way army to the east but not to the west. Even if he was exhausted like a dog, he still couldn't stop Lin'an City, which was already weakened and weak. Nanrong Jiangshan.

On the first day of the precarious day, the Beimeng army broke through Lin'an.

At a moment of time, Gu Liyang, the general of Beimeng, took the lead in breaking through Lin'an Chongxin Gate.

Once the city is broken, even though Su Yi is still dealing with Xiao Qian, Lin'an City has already lost its last defense.

Gu Liyang's army drove straight in from Chongxin Gate, broke through Nanrong's defensive array like walking on flat ground, rode across Yujie, and approached Miyagi.

After a few years, he set foot on the land of Lin'an again, and it turned out to be like this.

Gu Liyang, who had no expression on his face, already had a turbulent heart.

He is from Lin'an.Lin'an is born, Lin'an is long, Lin'an is home.

But he had been away from home for several years but came back from the army. This feeling is very strange.

Can't say right or wrong.There is no right or wrong in war, only victory or defeat.

Back then, he was still a young general of the Imperial Guard, but now he is the general of Beimeng.

And his hometown Lin'an, an imperial capital that has been baptized by blood and war, can only let his horse's hooves step on him powerlessly, without even moaning.

Miyagi stood tall in front of him.

Once upon a time, this was the pinnacle of the prosperous age, a holy place that the people looked up to.

Once, here was a fortified fortress representing a strict class.

Gu Liyang's father, uncle, and grandfather have guarded this place for generations, guarding the supreme imperial power.

On this day, he also stood under the vermilion palace wall, and when he looked up, he could look up at the stars and the bright moon in the night sky.No matter how the world changes, the sky is the same as when he was young, the sky is so high and untouchable, empty and indifferent, but the blood in his heart seems to be burning to a peak that needs to explode, turbulent, surging, must be done What to order to enjoy yourself.He wants to hold his sword and ride his horse across the cold ridges of the palace, and build another more prosperous world with blood and bones, and completely wipe out this piece of the palace that will be swept into the dust of history sooner or later. mopping up.

Generals who expand their territories should not care about personal emotions.

He has feelings, but his sword must be ruthless.

He also knows that after tonight, his, Gu Liyang's name will last forever——

The moonlight opened its heart in the sky, dispelling the endless darkness.

The army behind him was impassioned, and the cavalry was eager to try——

With a deep sigh, Gu Liyang finally stopped hesitating, raised his arms and personally broke the ancient family motto of being loyal to the emperor and patriotic for generations.

"Siege!"

……

The first day of the first month of the ninth year of Jingchang, this day will always be remembered by history.

Because Jing Changnian finally fixed on this day.

The historical picture scroll of Nanrong also ends on this day.

The overthrowing of the country, the shaking of the universe, in the bloody wind, it is over!

At dawn, the sky is not fully clear yet, the first day of the ninth year of Jingchang has just arrived, the city of Lin'an is broken, the imperial city is not safe, the Northern Meng army breaks through Lin'an, and enters the imperial city directly, there are many forbidden soldiers in the palace, but seeing Gu Liyang's army approached, either abandoning the city and surrendering, or committing suicide to die for the country, the scene was extremely tragic.This body ended the years of battle between Beimeng and Nanrong, and Song Xi fell to Lin'an, becoming the last emperor in the history of Nanrong.However, the crown prince Song Yu, who happened to be eight years old, would never have the chance to inherit the throne and sit on the throne of emperor.

The iron cavalry of the Northern Meng Army finally stepped into the imperial city.

The surroundings were quiet, with a deathly silence.

This victory did not come so easily.

Although Nanrong was defeated, the defeat was not so ugly.

Doing the math, it took nearly ten years from the generation of the old Khan of Beimeng to today's Xiaoqian broke the city.

On the green brick road, the debris from the firecrackers has not been swept away, and the air still seems to be filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

The colorful lanterns are still hanging high, with a festive atmosphere, gently illuminating the red walls and green tiles, Zhuliang Huadong.

In the dim light, snow light was flying, wet the shoulders of this group of intruders, and immersed in a cold atmosphere.

In the Forbidden Palace, the original order was out of balance.In the noise, those who escaped, hid, and hid, combined with the whistling north wind and the flying snow all over the sky, seemed to change the color of the whole world.The world is turned upside down in the blink of an eye, the country's collapse has long been expected, but when the country is destroyed, it is just as terrified.

"Escape!" Where to escape?
"Run!" Where are you going?
"Surrender!" Is surrender useful?

The bloody one committed suicide with his whole family, while the bloodless one knelt on the ground to welcome the arrival of the new emperor.

The timid ones hanged themselves early, while the daring ones are still desperately thinking of killing one for one, killing one pair for one profit.

Small-scale fighting can no longer prevent the overall situation from changing. The joy of winning the final victory has lifted the mood of the Beimeng army. Like prairie wolves, they rushed into the palace excitedly with bloodthirsty and madness, howling Amidst the sound and wailing, the last wave of cleaning was being done.

For Beimeng, this is an honor that will go down in history forever.

For Nan Rong, this was a huge catastrophe.

The cruelty of war is once again shown in front of people with its bloody gesture.

Of course, there is no end to death, no break and no stand.

After all, a death ending is needed before rebirth.

To redraw a piece of land, it is always necessary to overthrow the universe first.

Xiao Qian led a group of personal guards into the palace on horseback, stepped over the messy and fallen banners of Nanrong, held a sword in his hand, was soaked in blood, and finally stood in front of the imperial city hall.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, he looked at the jade dragon carved in front of the hall with a cold expression, his whole body was enveloped in a murderous aura.

Not far in front of him, senior Nan Rong officials, Xiao Shi, court ladies, and eunuchs knelt on the ground.

"Long live the Great Khan, long live, long live!"

"Long live the Great Khan, long live, long live!"

The so-called "bow your head and proclaim yourself a minister" is probably the scene.

Among the empty halls, the dark crowds were shouting with trembling coldness.

Xiao Qian rode on the horse for a long time without moving, speaking or shouting.

So the group of people kneeling on the snow could only keep repeating the cry that symbolized humiliation.

One sound overwhelmed one sound, one sound higher than one sound.

From being reluctant at the beginning, I finally shouted more and more smoothly——

The glow after the snow slowly appeared in the sky, rose from the roof of the imperial palace, and transformed into a gorgeous fireball bit by bit, falling on the ground with a radiant light, reflecting Xiao Qian's hard armor, shining a layer of flickering The brilliance, like gold-plated, set off a gorgeous royal aura for him, and also brought a swan song to the death knell for Nan Rong.The tense, excited, cramped atmosphere that seemed to be beating on his heart involved Nan Rong's surrender, who was almost on the verge of collapse.

At the same time, a new era has ushered in.

Mo Jiu was standing not far behind Xiao Qian.

Watching him accept the worship of countless people, and also watching his stern and resolute back.

Proud, lonely, and fierce.This Xiao Qian is as handsome as a divine mansion, but also as indifferent as a devil.Beneath his unparalleled glamorous face, coldness had already penetrated into his bones, only the beam of brilliance reflected from the long sword in his hand set off a beautiful picture for this Hell of Yama.

He is a born king.

Standing there, no one can compare with him.

Such moments also belonged to him.

Be king, proclaim emperor, conquer the world, stand on the highest point of the world, and overlook the insignificant beings in the world.

He is the Great Khan of Beimeng.

He is also a master of the world who has come out of blood and dry bones.

From today onwards, this world will eventually change to another human world.

"Welcome to the Great Khan! Long live the Great Khan! Long live the Great Khan!"

"Long live the Great Khan, long live, long live!"

"Long live the Great Khan, long live, long live!"

The shouts in front of the main hall hadn't ended yet, and they didn't dare to end even if Xiao Qian didn't shout to stop.

Because that means that they have not been forgiven and forgiven, and even if they surrender, they may not be able to survive.

The gate of the palace is already closed, and the guarding soldiers have long been replaced by Southern Rong soldiers to Northern soldiers. On the square in front of the main hall, there are groups of Northern soldiers walking back and forth in uniform footsteps from time to time. They have completely lost their freedom. , except for Xiao Qian in front of him - this man who has stepped on the country and holds the supreme power in his hand, no one can forgive them anymore.

One shout at a time, one kowtow at a time.

The pious forehead hit the wet and cold blue bricks heavily, leaving bloody flowers.

When the country falls, people are not as good as dogs, where is the dignity?

In the face of imperial power, this is called submission.If you want to survive, you have to pay the price.

How can a dishonest person stay?

They only hope that Xiao Qian will take one thing into consideration - at least he still has half of Nan Rong's blood.

I don't know how long this confrontation lasted, Xiao Qian finally took a step forward, and raised his arm slightly.

A slow movement that made the kneeling man with stiff legs sweat profusely.

"rise!"

A single word is as light as snow, but also as cold as ice.

"Thank you profusely!"

"Thank you Khan for not killing me!"

All the ministers thanked one after another, but no one got up.

Because they had been kneeling on the ground for too long, the ground was cold and wet, and they could no longer get up.

"Khan, how do we deal with these people?" Gu Liyang silently walked behind Xiao Qian at this moment, asking for his thoughts.

"here you are!"

This time, Gu Liyang made great efforts to attack the city.

But how could Xiao Qian not know the feelings deep in his heart?

He fought to siege the city, wanting the war to end sooner, and hoping to leave more.

He gave Gu Liyang this first achievement, including the lives of these people.

Gu Liyang also understood him, was startled for a moment, then got off his horse with surprise on his face, and knelt heavily in front of his horse.

"Thank you for your success! Gu Liyang is very grateful."

In this way, he can at least obtain some forgiveness in front of the ancestral tablet.

Of course, he is also looking forward to the day when people in Nanrong will live a happy life and live the peaceful and prosperous world that Mo Jiu said.

"Get up!" Xiao Qian raised his hand.

When Gu Liyang rose, he slightly raised his head again, looking at the guardian beast on the hall.

No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

In the thin light of the morning sun, he stayed for a long time before walking towards the white marble steps step by step.

Without looking back, the voice came from his mouth coldly.

"Pass my oral order, the entire palace will search for the last emperor of Nanrong, Song Xi, the crown prince, Song Yu, and the prime minister, Su Yi!"

"The last general takes orders!"

"The last general waits to take orders!"

Since the Northern Meng soldiers entered the city one after another last night, in fact, the entire palace was almost turned over. However, Song Xi and Song Yu, who was still in the hall yesterday to accept the birthday congratulations from the courtiers, were not found.Not only that, even Su Yi, the Zuo Prime Minister of Nan Rong who had led Nan Rong soldiers to deal with Bei Meng for three full years, disappeared without a trace.On the contrary, Prime Minister You, led a group of former ministers from Nan Rong to join Xiao Qian right before the main hall today.

If the search is not stopped, there will never be peace in the palace.

Everyone was cautious, for fear of offending Xiao Qian's Ni Lin.

Mo Jiu looked at Xiao Qian's back, watched the group of people respectfully follow him into the hall, narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt a moment of discomfort in his heart.

Although it is human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, it is understandable for ants to steal their lives.However, when I really saw the change in people's hearts, I felt that it was more terrifying than animals——

"Ah Jiu!" After stepping on the last step, Xiao Qian suddenly stopped and looked back at her.

"Here." Mo Jiu, who was also wearing armor, froze for a moment when he heard his call, and slowly stepped forward, standing at the bottom of the steps to look at him, but did not step forward.

"Come—" Xiao Qian spread out his hands to her, and looked down at her face from above, the light reflected in his eyes was all soft colors.

A single word and a hand stretched out in front of her shocked the whole court, and made Mo Jiu a little astonished.

Although she is a thorough feminist, she does not have the idea that men are superior to women.But she never thought about standing in that position with him, at such a time, accepting the worship of everyone with the posture of a king.

He gave her enough respect, as well as the honor that no woman in the world has ever enjoyed.

This is not the conferring ceremony, nor is it the time for her mother to honor the world.

It was he who let her take over the world with her, this Nanrong.

Mo Jiu shook his head slightly, implying that he didn't have to.

But Xiao Qian was very persistent.

His hand, not moving or hanging down, was always open to her.

Feixue fell on his palms, his hairline, and his armor, but his eyes were always looking at Mo Jiu.

The hardest thing to bear, full of love.

Mo Jiu couldn't help it, her throat was a little choked, and she called out pet names for him.

"Rokuro..."

From now on, in the whole world, she is the only one who can call this title.

The corners of Xiao Qian's lips were raised, as if there was a kind of warmth flowing between his lips.

"Ah Jiu, come up." As if to appease her anxious heart, Xiao Qian repeated, "Come up to me."

Such a gentle Xiao Qian is completely different from just now.It's as if the step up is not Nan Rong's imperial power, but their back garden.

And he is not the great Khan of Beimeng, nor the lord of the world, but only her husband-in-law of Mo Jiu.

Mo Jiu's tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly raised her steps.

Along the steps he walked, one step, another step, another step.

Finally, she stepped onto the peak that belonged to both of them, and handed over her hand to him.

He held her tightly, turned around slowly, and faced Feixue and the people in the square.

"Long live Long live Long live!"

"Long live Long live Long live!"

The shouts of mountains and tsunami came to his ears again, and Mo Jiu's mind went blank for a moment.

It seems to be confused after being excited and congested, and it seems to be at a loss after waiting for a long time to finally get paid off.

"Sururo, thank you!"

Standing by his side, she said.

"Huh?" He asked softly, seemingly puzzled.

"Thank you for leaving me the only softness."

Yes, Xiao Qian is not a soft person.Compassion does not command soldiers, a man with a soft heart, it is impossible to have the opportunity to go to today's blood splashing in Lin'an.But even if he can be cruel and cold-blooded to everyone in the world, killing with a sword, but he has an eternally soft side to her, Mo Jiu.Just like the big hand holding her, dry and warm, it can give her enough sense of security.

"Fool!" He chuckled, and whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "The debts of the world of mortals, from now on we will pay them back together."

"Okay. Return it together!"

Killing and drinking blood is the normal state of war.

Along the way, stepping into this position, which step is not aided by blood?

They have a lot to bear, and there are still many things to do.

The world of mortals and evil debts have not yet ended.

"Report—!"

Amidst a high-pitched shout, an orderly rushed over on horseback.

"Khan, Song Xi was not found in the East Hall."

"Report! Song Xi was not found in the West Hall."

"Report-"

"Report-"

News came one after another, and the search was always in vain.

"Keep searching!"

Search!Search!Search!
Now there is no other way but to search.

But Mo Jiu noticed that Xiao Qian answered indifferently, as if...he didn't care as much about the results of the search as others thought.

Pursing her lips, she didn't ask much.Between him and Song Xi, there was mutual kindness in the past. This time, if he finds Song Xi, will he spare his life? In fact, Mo Jiu was not sure before, but at this time, she faintly felt that even if Song Xi did not escape, Being caught by Xiao Qian, he probably wouldn't really kill him—including Su Yi.

The search continues.

The brief power vesting ceremony is over.

After everyone retreated, Xiao Qian took Mo Jiu's hand and entered the hall.

There was no one around, the two of them stared at each other, after a long silence, Xiao Qian suddenly stared into Mo Jiu's eyes and asked.

"Ah Jiu thinks, did Song Xi escape from the imperial city, or... entered the Bagua tomb?"

The statement that Qiankun's tomb is actually located under the Lin'an imperial city was told by Fang Jiran to Mo Huang, and then passed on to Mo Jiu and Xiao Qian through Mo Huang's mouth.

But whether the facts are true or not, whether it is Song Xi's blindfold, is currently unknown.

Mo Jiu thought about it, and pressed the sword on his waist, "Why don't I take a few disciples to search first?!"

No matter how hard the guards searched, they might not find the hidden mechanism.

But Mo Jiu is different from Mohist disciples, they are familiar with it and have instinctive sensitivity.

"This..." Xiao Qian seemed a little hesitant about her acting in person.He felt sorry for her that she just rushed back from the Xinglong Mountain, which was thousands of miles away, and she was tired and needed to rest, but Mo Jiu was indeed the only one who was the most professional in finding the Bagua tomb.

After pondering for a moment, he nodded, "Alright, I'll be with you."

Mo Jiu was slightly taken aback, then smiled, "Shouldn't you be very busy at this time?"

Xiao Qian raised his hand to caress her head, and curled his lips, "No matter how busy you are, it's not as important as being with your daughter-in-law. Besides, if you can't be free as an emperor, then what kind of emperor should I be?"

"..."

"Didn't Ah Jiu say that all the hard work is for a power that can say no? I don't!"

"Hahaha." Mo Jiu was amused by the accent he had learned from her, and her long-suppressed mood was suddenly released, her tense body relaxed, and she put her hand into his arm with a smile, and said with a smile : "Okay, okay, I don't, and neither does my mother. Let's just do nothing, just hang around for fun, who cares?"

"Extremely!"

"What if a gossip tomb is turned out?"

Xiao Qian raised his eyebrows lightly, pamperingly scratching her nose.

"Queen Jinkou Yuyan, dare not the tomb of the eight trigrams appear?"

With a pop, Mo Jiu's smile grew bigger.The feeling of being respected and being treated like a treasure by Xiao Qian made her feel exhausted.

The two of them chatted and laughed out of the hall, and saw a few guards outside the door, they just turned serious.

Next, Xiao Qian accompanied her and led a group of guards and disciples of the Mohists to walk around the palace on horseback.

However, the palace is so large that it is not so easy to search for it.

After searching for it for three days, Mo Jiu became a little restless without finding anything.

Judging from the current situation, it doesn't look like there is a cemetery below.

Moreover, how could a palace be built on top of a cemetery, how unlucky would that be?Unless the Feng Shui guy wants the whole family to die, he dares to take such a risk to deceive the emperor.

"Maybe we've been tricked." She sighed.

"Yeah." Xiao Qian agreed, "It's really in Lin'an, why did she bother to say that?"

"That's right! That sister of mine is not simple-minded. It's too easy to deceive Mo Wang's trust."

In fact, Mo Jiu didn't fully believe what Fang Jiran said at the beginning.Over the past few years, she has never given up on searching for the remaining Qiankun Second Tomb of the Bagua Tomb.However, since she hadn't found anything, she gradually began to believe that the Bagua tomb was really in Lin'an, just under the Lin'an palace.

But... if there is no palace.Where did the Qiankun Second Tomb and Song Xi's group go?
Rubbing her forehead, she felt dizzy.

"Look for it again, you'll find it—"

For several days, their search continued.But at night, Mo Jiu couldn't sleep well.

Firstly, when entering the imperial city for the first time, the atmosphere here is weird, and it is not suitable for sleeping peacefully.

Secondly, there was still no news about Bagua Tomb and Song Xi's group, and she couldn't let go of her hanging heart.

Another two days passed like this, the snow stopped, and the palace was quiet at night, quietly quieter than the previous two days.

Mo Jiu was really sleepy. After dinner, he took a quick wash and went to sleep.

After finally falling asleep, she was awakened by Mei'er's voice.

"Girl, get up!"

In the haze, Mo Jiu was pleasantly surprised and sat up on the couch vigilantly, "What's wrong?"

Mei'er yelled loudly, rushed over, and quickly put on her clothes.

"It looks like there's a fire outside."

"Here we are?"

"No!" Mei'er spoke quickly, "But we don't want to sleep because we are afraid of being caught in the fire."

"Hmm", Mo Jiu didn't say much, and cooperated with Mei'er.

It is not a trivial matter to start a fire in the palace. The houses are all made of wood, and it is terrible to burn them down.

Mo Jiu hurriedly put on his boots, rushed in front of Meier, and ran out of the room.

The place where the fire started was in the direction of Leng Gong, and the fire spread quickly, and by the time they arrived, half the sky had already been dyed red.

Groups of court ladies, eunuchs, and guards came and went with buckets, and were fighting the fire with water.

Standing outside the crowd, Mo Jiu searched the hustle and bustle of the crowd, but did not find Xiao Qian's person, so he frowned, grabbed a maid and asked.

"Why did it suddenly catch fire?"

"Your servant doesn't know either." Seeing her dark face, the maid trembled in fright, "When my servant saw it, it was already on fire, it was on fire..."

Mo Jiu took a look at her, let go of her, and led Mei'er closer to the burning palace, and slowly circled to the east.

There was a window wide open, and the fire had not yet reached here.

Why are the windows wide open on such a cold day?

What's more, Song Xi's Lenggong was unoccupied all year round and had been vacant all the time. When she came to visit the day before yesterday, the doors and windows were locked extremely tightly.

Fire extinguishers, it is impossible to open the window first, right?

Slowly, she walked towards the window...

Mei'er was startled, and grabbed her sleeve, "Girl, what are you going to do?"

Mo Jiu was taken aback by her cry.

Turning around, she rolled her eyes at Meier and patted her hand.

"It's okay, I'll take a look."

"Don't go over—"

"Ann! Don't worry, I'm such an unreliable person?"

Mo Jiu ignored her, pulled her hand away and went straight to the window.

The raging fire illuminated the space brightly. With the light of the fire, Mo Jiu easily found a footprint left on the window sill.

The footprints were slender, like a woman's foot—but not small.

She frowned, and gestured with her fingers to measure the length of the footprints. Suddenly, she was taken aback, and her eyes fixed on the mud brought out from the footprints.

It has been snowing in Lin'an for the past few days, and the roadsides are wet. It is not surprising that footsteps are left behind.

But this kind of soil...

Mo Jiu's eyes widened suddenly, as if she had discovered a new continent.

"I know, I finally know..."

Muttering, she was immersed in her own thoughts, and turned her head with surprise on her face.

At this moment, a beam burning with flames collapsed from top to bottom.

"Girl!" Mei'er shouted, her soul was frightened!
Mo Jiu was too focused on thinking about things just now, and when he found danger, it was too late to escape.

She was suffocated, and she ran forward by instinct, but before she could stand still, she felt a shadow with a cold wind coming from the side, a scent of fragrance and Chinese herbal medicine, accompanied by the man's rapid breath and breath. The heartbeat fell into her ears, "Ah Jiu—"

Then, there was a bang.

The beam fell heavily, but she was taken away by the man two feet away.

"You little scourge, you scared me to death!"

Mo Jiu had no idea when Xiao Qian came here, but it was a fact that he saved her again.

"Liu Lang!" She breathed a sigh of relief, pursed her lips and smiled, looked up at him, her black eyes were bright and playful, "I have good news for you, and bad news for you, do you want to tell him first?" Which one do you listen to?"

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　I'm sorry, but the ending is really a bit slow, beat the author's head ten thousand times, ten thousand times.

　　I will work hard.Believe me!

　　...I am not an irresponsible author, it is precisely because I want to be responsible for this story that I am slow.

　　@[email protected]I love Liulang Ajiu so much, I am my real mother.This chapter is 9000 words, sorry for not updating yesterday.Love you, what a!
　　
　
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