Chapter 150: [Who is cruel to whom in love and love] She dared to fake death
Long Lilie paused, retracted his hand, frowned and looked at the wooden stick on the side carefully. The ashes should be where the fire first started, and next to it there was a pool of wax dripping on the ground that melted and solidified.
If Qingluan himself laid down in the bed and set fire, and then died directly in the bed, how could the oilwood stick that started the fire and the wax on the ground be here?
Long Lilie narrowed his eyes, put the medicine bottle in his hand aside, and stared at the ashes in front of him carefully, and suddenly found that there were even some pieces of clothes left here, how could the person in the clothes directly
Burned to ashes and left no trace of armor?
With the speed at which they put out the fire, if there really was a living person lying there, even if he wanted to commit suicide, would he still struggle in pain when being burned?
But there is no sign of struggle here. All that is left around are the things in the palace that cannot be burned. The only things missing are the wooden tables, chairs and wooden beams. Everything else still has at least some residual traces.
Long Lilie's eyebrows knitted deeper and he looked deeply at the piece of ashes.
After a person is burned, it is impossible for him to turn into ashes directly. There is no such possibility!
Why did he only think of it now? It’s just that he was suddenly disturbed by what he saw in front of him, that he cared too much and didn’t think deeply, so he actually believed that this piece of ashes was Feng Qingluan!
Not even a single bone is left, which is simply impossible!
Long Lilie suddenly reached out and grabbed a piece of ashes, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully. The ashes should not be this color, nor should they be so black, nor should they be so many.
Unless this is...
He turned his head sharply and looked at the wooden stick that had not been burned but had a small section left. There was ashes at the end of the stick. Although it was blown away by the wind, at least it could still be distinguished.
What is the color of the layer of ashes on the ground and what does it feel like?
"Hua Chi!" Long Lilie suddenly growled coldly, "Immediately find someone to cover the ruins with anything that can block the rain. You must not get wet here!" Long Lilie narrowed his eyes and pinched the side of the ruins with one hand.
The remaining fire of the hand, the other hand grabbed another handful of "ashes"
No, this is not ashes! This is wood ashes!
Oh, he was too careless. He just thought about Feng Qingluan's despair, but forgot how cunning she was sometimes.
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After a full two hours, a huge curtain has been hung high above the ruins of Fengyuan Palace. It is raining heavily outside, but it is dry and dry inside without any moisture.
The few people in the palace who were told to identify these things stood aside quietly, not daring to raise their heads and look at the emperor who stood motionless in front of him with cold eyes.
"Is it really wood...?" Long Lilie looked deeply at the medicine bottle on the ground beside him.
She is not dead! That woman is not dead... She is still alive, still living well in a place he doesn't know! She is not dead, she is still in this world...
This realization almost made Long Lilie laugh out loud, but the next moment, his face became colder and colder.
Feng Qingluan...she is really becoming more and more courageous...