Pushing open the bedroom door, Quan Jiuwei couldn't stand and sat down on the floor.
A large bag of gold and silver jewelry in his hand also made a sound on the floor.
He was panting heavily and couldn't calm down.
The dagger and clothes had been thrown away. The clothes he was wearing now were from Shopkeeper Liu's wardrobe. They were very ill-fitting and baggy.
Gradually, many people shouted from outside: "It's on fire, it's on fire!"
"Where's the fire?"
"It's to the north, far away."
"The fire is very big over there, everyone should come out to hide first, and those who can help should help!"
"Oh my god, it's really on fire!"
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Quan Jiuwei listened to the movement outside, leaned back and raised his head.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this is not the first time he has killed someone, and he is just a shopkeeper of a restaurant.
He has killed more powerful people, and he is still a third-rank official of the imperial court. Didn't he still find out about him?
And I don't blame him. He went to shopkeeper Liu several times and said all kinds of nice things. But shopkeeper Liu himself began to treat him less and less as a human being. He kicked him out every time and humiliated him in public several times.
Don't blame him.
I really don't blame him.
His hands were still shaking, Quan Jiuwei clenched the baggage in his hand, no matter how scared he was, he didn't feel anything. This big bag of things could make him feel completely at ease.
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In autumn and winter, fire is the most feared. The fire is very powerful, spreads quickly, and engulfs people outwards. People who are still sleeping in the whole street are awakened.
Neighbors rushed to fetch water, and more and more people came to help.
Several households close to the fire cried anxiously and were emotionally broken. Those who had been affected by the fire did not want to live anymore and were held tightly by those around them.
The fire was dazzling, the whole street was illuminated, the wind blew with scorching heat, and the flames seemed to burn through the sky.
Zhao Ning was wearing a robe and cloak, and stood on the street with the support of his maid, watching from a distance.
"The fire was really big. I wonder if anyone died." the little maid said.
"It shouldn't be able to burn our place." Zhao Ning said.
"We can't go back then. Let's just stand there and wait until the fire stops before going to sleep." The little maid said.
Another group of patrol guards came over, about thirty people in number.
Behind them was another group of people, led by a young man on horseback, who was preparing to put out the fire. When he passed by, he was suddenly stunned and then reined in his horse.
People on the street looked at the boy. He was handsome, slightly dark-skinned, and tall.
Zhao Ning frowned slightly, feeling that he looked familiar. After thinking about it for a moment, he saw that it was the young general.
"You guys go over first." Song Qingtang said to the people behind him. He got off his horse and walked towards this side.
The little maid noticed his gaze and said softly: "Miss, do you know him?"
Others also looked at it.
Zhao Ning walked over, saluted and said, "General Song, I haven't seen you for a long time."
"It's really you!" Song Qingtang was delighted, "Why did you come to the capital?"
Zhao Ning smiled and said, "Well, I came here a few days ago."
"Do you live here?" Song Qingtang said, looking up at the spacious and luxuriously decorated inn at the back.
"Well, I will be here for a while."
"That's OK," Song Qingtang said, "I'll go put out the fire first, and I'll come find you when I'm free tomorrow."
Everyone nearby looked at Zhao Ning curiously, but they did not expect that this lady was acquainted with a high-ranking military commander in the imperial court.
And from what she heard, she was very familiar with her. This military master was coming to find her.
Now, everyone knows that this lady is Miss Zhao, who was so arrogant and took over the whole street.
She looks very cold from a distance, with a slender neck and a tall and thin figure, but there seems to be an invisible wall around her, saying that no strangers should come near her, keeping others away.
However, if you get a little closer, you can still find that she is not that young. Her eyes are very beautiful and put on makeup, but the corners of her eyes still have an old look and are slightly droopy.
Many people have secretly guessed her age, some say twenty-six or seven, some say thirty-one or two, but no one dares to step forward to ask. This Miss Zhao is too mysterious, and what everyone has noticed is,
The little maid on the side called her "Miss" instead of "Madam" or something like that.
For such a wealthy family, it doesn't look like they can't get married.
"Okay," Zhao Ning said to Song Qingtang, "Mr. Song can come find me any time tomorrow. If there are no other accidents, I won't leave."
"Well," Song Qingtang smiled, "I'm leaving then. I'll say goodbye first."
"Okay." Zhao Ning said and saluted again.
Song Qingtang left in a hurry, got on horseback and left.
The little maid curiously whispered: "Miss, how do you know the military master in the capital?"
Moreover, this young man looks very handsome and handsome.
"The bandits know him," Zhao Ning replied.
"Oh..." the little maid responded in a low voice.
Yes, I remember, the eldest lady escaped from the thieves back then.
When he came back, the entire Zhao family was shocked, and the neighbors all seemed to explode. For a while, it became a strange news that was spread in the streets and alleys.
Many people came to Zhao's house to ask questions, and there were all kinds of questions. The probing and curiosity contained in some people's words had reached the point of serious offense, but the eldest lady had no temper at all. She listened quietly and politely.
The answer was not smiling, but polite enough.
Moreover, the little maid feels that she cannot even be called a eldest lady. After all, she is so old, and she is said to have been engaged to someone else. The gentleman who came back with her is called the Master’s Wife.
with...
"Zaichun." Zhao Ning said.
The little maid looked over: "Huh?"
"Did you see those people who were crying so hard?" Zhao Ning looked at the crowd in front of him.
"You saw it," the little maid said, "their belongings were burned down, that's why they cried. After all, they have nothing."
"Yeah," someone said from behind, "it's so pitiful."
"It's all burned down. I don't know where I'll sleep tomorrow," someone else said.
"Zaichun," Zhao Ning said again, "when I was looking for a place to live and shop yesterday, there seemed to be a large abandoned garden very close to here."
"Well," the little maid looked at her, "it's very close, just two streets away."
"Buy it," Zhao Ning said, "let these people live in it and give it to them."
The little maid was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Okay..."
The people around him were also stunned, blinking in shock, wondering if their ears had heard it wrong.
A big garden, a big garden in Kyoto, how much money does it cost?
This, this is a gift?
"Go and talk to them," Zhao Ning said again, "so that they don't have to cry."
"Yes, miss." The little maid responded.
Seeing the little maid walking that way, everyone looked at the person who was still crying in the distance, feeling secretly envious in their hearts.
The house burned down, but the land still belongs to them. Now they can share a yard equally, which is great.
