The beauty of this palace will kill you in minutes

Chapter 21 Inference
There was paper spread on the table, and Xia Fei wrote the pen, but it didn't come down for a long time.

Grandma Zhu rubbed her ink, and asked with her head: "Miss, are you practicing calligraphy, or do you want to write a letter to someone?"

Xia Fei replied, "None."

As he spoke, it was time to write down a line of words.

Grandma Zhu was illiterate, so she naturally had a kind of awe of writing. Seeing Xia Fei concentrating on writing, she didn't dare to disturb her, she just rubbed the ink quietly.

What Xia Fei wrote on the paper was: The fourth year of Dajin Yuanbao, memorabilia.

In the last life, at this time, I had already made a private decision with Cheng Yujing for life.In order to help Cheng Yujing, he went around to inquire about the outside world. The teachers in that college teach well, there are often literary figures in that place, and it is easy to get acquainted with noble people in that place.

Later, when Cheng Yujing took the scientific examination, he first asked who the instructor was, and if he passed the examination, how to dredge the relationship between colleagues and so on.

Thinking of Cheng Yujing, Xia Fei's heart ached.I paid so much for him, but in the end I got that result.

In this life, you must learn a lesson, and you can no longer be used by men, let alone be obsessed with ghosts, and devote all your efforts to cultivating a man.

Xia Fei gathered herself together, and wrote down some major events in her memory in order.

"On May [-]th, Guanghua Temple caught fire. The troops from Wucheng Bingma Division rushed to put out the fire in an instant. The fire was quickly extinguished and no major damage was caused. On the second day, the abbot passed the location to the senior disciples, and made atonement by himself." Xia Fei finished writing this sentence and read it silently for a while, always feeling that this matter is a bit unusual.

"Mommy, what is the history of Guanghua Temple?" Xia Fei asked Nanny Zhu.

Zhu NaiNiang said: "Guanghua Temple was built by a certain prince to receive high-ranking officials and nobles. If you want to go to the temple to offer incense and eat vegetarian dishes, you must have an official position and have to say hello first. Like the Song family, they are just rich merchants, and they don't have official positions. Qualified to offer incense in Guanghua Temple."

Xia Fei nodded, and asked again: "Which temple is on fire, will the people from Wucheng Bingma Division rush to put out the fire in an instant?"

"Of course." Nanny Zhu said: "The people who offer incense in the temple are mostly nobles, even monks, and some are the children of noble families who became monks for some reason. If there is a fire in the temple, the soldiers and horses must be quick. Hurry up, if you don't, you won't be offended."

Hey, hearing what Mammy said, it seems that there is nothing strange about it.But why did I strongly feel that there was something weird in it just now?

Xia Fei read the text silently again, her eyes lit up after reading, and she asked Nanny Zhu: "If there is a fire in the temple and no one is hurt, will the host be punished?"

Grandma Zhu recited a Buddha and said: "The presiding officer was originally the son of a certain prince, and the temple was built by a certain prince. When it caught fire, everyone was afraid that he would be injured. How could he suffer?"

Xia Fei thought carefully.Logically, with the identity and background of the host, there is no need to be claustrophobic because of a fire. How could there be another reason?
Grandma Zhu saw Xia Fei's strange question, but now she reacted, and asked, "Why do you think that Guanghua Temple will catch fire?"

"I was dreaming, I dreamed." Xia Fei replied.

Once Nanny Zhu heard this, she stopped asking.Miss has often had some weird dreams recently, and every now and then, these dreams come true, which is also miraculous.

Xia Fei's eyes were fixed on the word "host". A fire caused the host, who was the son of a certain prince, to confine himself. Presumably there was a nobleman in the temple at that time, and the nobleman was frightened when the fire broke out?

What nobleman?

Xia Fei boldly deduced: Could it be the emperor who is in the temple?
(End of this chapter)