The red flames burned from the Qujiang Pond and spread along the three major canals of Longshou, Qingming and Yongan, igniting the whole of Chang'an in an instant.
The Feilong Imperial Guard was ordered to protect the palace. Wang Xun held buckets in both hands and kept pouring water on the red palace wall. One bucket after another, but to no avail.
Every time a bucket of water is poured down, it immediately turns into a mist.
In the Tai Chi Hall, there were still people laughing and throwing dry firewood into the fire, one bundle after another.
"What are you doing? What on earth are you going to do!" Wang Xun shouted angrily.
No one paid attention to him. The purple-robed Hua Gun who threw the dry wood looked down upon him as a little captain. "I don't care anymore!" Wang Xun dropped the bucket and walked away. In a blink of an eye, he came to his own
At the door of my house, Chongrenfang was still the same Chongrenfang, but the neighbors all had strange faces. When I saw him coming back, my face was full of fear.
He hesitantly walked up the steps, but before he could press the door knocker, the front door and the side door fell inward at the same time. Thick smoke billowed out from inside, rose up, and covered people's eyes.
"Yangzhi——!" He shouted loudly, but there was no response in the thick smoke.
"Zi Luo——!" "Aunt Yun——!" Desperately plunging into the thick smoke, he tried hard to search, but found nothing. The courtyard where he could not go wrong with his eyes closed suddenly became very strange, and the houses were next to each other.
One building had no doors or windows. There was smoke and fire, and the smell of sulfur made people's noses and tears flow out.
"Wang Fu——!" "Wang Ji——!" "Wang Xiang——!" Wang Xun went completely crazy and hit the wall closest to him with his shoulder. The burning wall disappeared instantly, and he broke into a smoke
In the rising room, there was an extremely beautiful woman, lying in a wooden barrel filled with flower petals, relaxing her arms lightly.
The water fell from her green and green fingers, falling on her tall chest like flying flowers and broken jade. The two spots of bright red were particularly eye-catching under the stimulation of the water flow.
It's Mrs. Guo Guo. No! She's plumper than Mrs. Guo Guo. Oh my God, it's the imperial concubine. Wang Xun's heart suddenly tightened and he ran away. The previously empty doorway suddenly poured out of tens of thousands of people.
The soldiers raised their swords and surrounded him, trapping him in the center.
"I didn't see anything! I didn't see anything!" He explained loudly, but no one was willing to listen. Yang Guozhong, Gao Lishi, Chen Xuanli, Ge Shuhan, and many other unknown dignitaries approached with evil smiles.
Blood dripped from the blade. Aunt Yun, Zi Luo, Bai Yuzhi, Xiao Ma Fang, and Huan Yu Wenzhi were cut down and were rolling and struggling in a pool of blood.
"No—!" Wang Xun shouted. "Everyone is responsible for what they do. Don't kill them, don't kill them!"
Yang Guozhong and others disappeared instantly, as did Aunt Yun, Zi Luo and others. Red flames emerged from the ground and engulfed everything in the world.
This was a dream, it must be a dream! Wang Xun punched and kicked, struggling desperately. Finally, the flames disappeared. He opened his eyes and saw a gray sky.
It was about to rain, the clouds and mist were rolling overhead, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur.
Where is this? Wang Xun was startled, and quickly turned his head, only to see a lush green. Several figures of his subordinates were sitting nearby, talking and laughing in low voices around a girl whose face was covered with gauze. Hearing his side
There was no movement, but everyone turned their faces.
"The captain is awake!"
"Master Xiaowei is awake!" Fang Ziling and Wei Feng ran forward at the same time, happily.
Then came Lao Zhou with his forehead tied with a white cloth, Zhu Wuyi with his arms hanging around his neck, and a group of black heads, either from the Feilong Guards or from Minzhuang, all of them with happy faces.
"I'm awake?" Wang Xun didn't dare to confirm. He vaguely remembered that it was November when he fell. But now, the air around him was filled with warmth.
"That's what you're asking!" Everyone was amused and laughed, and responded in all directions, "Of course you are awake. Otherwise, how could you see us!"
It was such a long sleep. Wang Xun turned his neck with difficulty and looked through the gaps between the people to confirm that he had seen it correctly. The surroundings were green, at least a color only found in late spring! He actually fell asleep for four or five times.
Yue! Oh my God! "Where is this? How long have I been unconscious? How did you come out? Where are the sand bandits? Did you defeat the sand bandits?"
There was a series of questions that everyone didn't know how to answer. Especially the last question, which made everyone feel embarrassed. Fang Ziling and Wei Feng turned their heads at the same time and looked behind themselves. Wang Xun's eyes followed closely.
Finally, in that direction, he saw a pink veil and a pair of angry eyes.
"This is Naihe Bridge. You are all dead, they are all ghosts!" The eyes are beautiful, but the words coming from behind the veil are as cold as knives.
The guards laughed and made way for a passage, allowing the owner of the veil to bring a bowl of dark and thick medicinal soup to Wang Xun. "Drink, drink this bowl of Meng Po soup, so that you can reincarnate!"
"Meng Po Soup?" Wang Xun was stunned, not because of the concoction in the bowl, but because of the veil owner's familiarity with the Central Plains culture. Judging from the light blue eyes and white skin exposed outside the veil,
This woman is definitely not from the Central Plains. But her Tang dialect is very authentic and has a hint of Chang'an accent.
"Drink, Miss Xiao Luo is very clever! She saved the lives of many of our brothers!" Fang Ziling, who misunderstood the meaning of his boss, knelt down to Wang Xun's ear and explained in a low voice.
"I put a poison in it. It will attack whenever I want it to. Once it attacks, you will be unable to survive or die!" The anger in the eyes of the owner of the veil has not disappeared, and the rhyme of the voice is at the end.
, but already had a faint smile.
"Xiao Luo?" Wang Xun was stunned again, silently reciting the name of the owner of the veil in his heart. Obviously, this is a very common name for a girl from the Central Plains. And it definitely does not come from a high-class family. Maybe her surname is Luo, or
The parents were too lazy to ask the teacher to name the girl, so they just called her a name casually. It sounded easy, but people could immediately tell that she came from a humble background.
"Are you going to drink it or not?" Miss Luo still had a bad temper. When she saw Wang Xun just frowning, she poured the medicinal soup beside the bed and made a loud "dang" sound.
The medicine bowl is made of copper! I don’t know if the thick smoke in the dream has damaged my mind, or for some other reason. At this moment, Wang Xun’s first thought was not how to apologize to the other party, but the texture of the medicine bowl. For such a big bowl,
It requires at least three taels of fine copper to make it. That’s more than thirty dollars, enough for an ordinary farmer’s expenses for a whole month!
"If you don't open your mouth, I'll pinch your nose!" Seeing that Wang Xun's face was still blank, Miss Luo raised her eyes and asked sternly.
"Well, drink, can't I drink it?" Wang Xun agreed repeatedly, fearing that if he delayed for a moment, someone would pour the medicinal soup directly on his face.
"Is this right? Come on, open your mouth!" The anger in Miss Luo's eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by an indescribable tenderness, "Drink it, it's not bitter, I put a lot of sugar in it! Be good!
