However, this sense of security soon disappeared - I don't know if it was the sound of wind or rain, but it was roaring and sweeping over her. She pricked her ears, and on both sides were shivering palace maids.
One of the palace maids finally couldn't bear it any longer: "My queen, what happened?"
With a "pop" sound, a heavy slap fell on the palace maid's face.
She gritted her teeth: "You bitch, shut up..."
The innocently beaten palace maid covered her mouth in the dark, not daring to sob.
Zhang Jieyu turned around and ran away.
She was used to walking on this carved and painted building, but now, in the dark night, she was stumbling so much that she almost fell down several times, but she was desperately supported by the two palace maids.
Even Xiaopiao didn't dare to make a single sound.
Finally climbed to the third floor.
However, as soon as they climbed to the third floor, they discovered the light of fire - the light of fire reaching into the sky, not only from the temple, but also from Pingcheng.
This fire started in Pingcheng. Standing on the third floor balcony, you could see it so clearly, faintly roaring, shouting, crying... the whole Pingcheng was boiling.
Pingcheng was on fire.
Then, there was the voice of the Royal Forest Army.
They intensified their patrols, which were fast but orderly and well-trained.
Zhang Jieyu was even more surprised. After all, she had never expected that this fire would burn to Pingcheng - she thought it was just in the temple and limited to the temple.
As the fire grew bigger and bigger, the guards' running became more and more rapid, and the fear in her heart became more and more profound.
Suddenly I thought of Xiao Lian. Was it Xiao Lian who led the troops to fight?
Did Emperor Qi capture Pingcheng?
She suddenly felt so happy that she couldn't help but dance.
Beat, burn, kill, just kill it and turn it upside down. It's better to kill it without leaving any chicken or dog behind - it's better to kill that dead fat ball.
However, no matter how great the joy is, it can't resist the fear.
It was a guilty conscience fear - if that fat ball didn't survive, then he would definitely be the unlucky one.