3339. Chapter 3339 [East] I really didn't buy the antidote 9
Dongfang Aoshi ran wildly to the fire scene.
The scene was in chaos, with dark coke everywhere and smoke.
All the things that can be burned have been burned.
The servant and the guard stood there motionlessly, watching the endgame in front of him.
Each of them held a bucket in their hands, and their expressions were deeply powerless and panicked.
Dongfang Aoshi had no time to pay attention to them and rushed into the fire.
However, the entire courtyard was burnt out, and nothing was left except the painted wood.
The black pupils were instantly congested, Dongfang Aoshi clenched his fists tightly and came out, "What's going on?"
"Prince..." The manager was sweating all over his head and his arms were almost crushed.
"What's going on!? Why is the fire? What about gentle people?" Dongfang Aoshi roared with a blood-devouring expression as if he could swallow everything.
"The prince... the subordinate is incompetent... the princess..." The manager's voice was filled with a crying voice.
Dongfang Aoshi's figure swayed, "Bang" and the bottle in his hand fell to the ground.
"What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly." Dongfang Aoshi's face turned pale.
The manager looked at him worriedly, gritted his teeth and spoke cruelly, "The princess said she was hungry and wanted to eat... I went to the kitchen to prepare... As soon as I arrived at the kitchen, the maid came to report that there was a fire...
I hurriedly brought people to put out the fire...but the fire was too big... we didn't have time..."
Dongfang Aoshi's body shook hard again.
"It's too late... it's too late..." Dongfang Aoshi murmured and repeated the words in charge. His deep eyes seemed to be like a ghost in the dark night, but his voice was as weak as a gossip, "Are you kidding me?"
"Prince..." The manager paused, "It's all the fault of his subordinates... He shouldn't have walked away... If he doesn't walk away... he might have time to save the princess... and Yaohua."
The more the manager said, the more uncomfortable he felt, and tears washed down with the rain.
"Sorry! Prince..."
"I'm sorry..." Dongfang Aoshi raised his lower lip coldly, his expression dazed, and his body shaking heavily.
The manager hurriedly supported him, "Prince! Are you okay?"
"It's okay..." Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lower lip strangely and spit out a mouthful of blood!
The next second, he fell backwards and fell into boundless darkness.
"Prince--" the manager screamed in dismay.
Dongfang Aoshi has fainted and can't hear anything.
"Hurry up! Carry the prince in!" the manager shouted.
Everyone was in a hurry and carried Dongfang Aoshi up and sent it to the courtyard beside them.
"What's going on?" Wuming was already mentally prepared for the fire in the palace.
But he never expected that things would be so serious—
The courtyard where gentleness lived was burned to ashes and there was no place intact.
The guards did not speak and all lowered their heads.
Wuming's chest jumped, and an ominous premonition climbed up.
"Where is the prince?"
"The prince... vomited blood... fainted." The guard said in a trembling voice, "Now in the wing room..."
Wuming immediately turned around and walked towards the wing room.
The guard then noticed that he was holding a man in his hand.
A woman, Dongfang Aoshi, ran wildly to the fire scene.
The scene was in chaos, with dark coke everywhere and smoke.
All the things that can be burned have been burned.
The servant and the guard stood there motionlessly, watching the endgame in front of him.
Each of them held a bucket in their hands, and their expressions were deeply powerless and panicked.
Dongfang Aoshi had no time to pay attention to them and rushed into the fire.
However, the entire courtyard was burnt out, and nothing was left except the painted wood.
The black pupils were instantly congested, Dongfang Aoshi clenched his fists tightly and came out, "What's going on?"
"Prince..." The manager was sweating all over his head and his arms were almost crushed.
"What's going on!? Why is the fire? What about gentle people?" Dongfang Aoshi roared with a blood-devouring expression as if he could swallow everything.
"The prince... the subordinate is incompetent... the princess..." The manager's voice was filled with a crying voice.
Dongfang Aoshi's figure swayed, "Bang" and the bottle in his hand fell to the ground.
"What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly." Dongfang Aoshi's face turned pale.
The manager looked at him worriedly, gritted his teeth and spoke cruelly, "The princess said she was hungry and wanted to eat... I went to the kitchen to prepare... As soon as I arrived at the kitchen, the maid came to report that there was a fire...
I hurriedly brought people to put out the fire...but the fire was too big... we didn't have time..."
Dongfang Aoshi's body shook hard again.
"It's too late... it's too late..." Dongfang Aoshi murmured and repeated the words in charge. His deep eyes seemed to be like a ghost in the dark night, but his voice was as weak as a gossip, "Are you kidding me?"
"Prince..." The manager paused, "It's all the fault of his subordinates... He shouldn't have walked away... If he doesn't walk away... he might have time to save the princess... and Yaohua."
The more the manager said, the more uncomfortable he felt, and tears washed down with the rain.
"Sorry! Prince..."
"I'm sorry..." Dongfang Aoshi raised his lower lip coldly, his expression dazed, and his body shaking heavily.
The manager hurriedly supported him, "Prince! Are you okay?"
"It's okay..." Dongfang Aoshi pulled his lower lip strangely and spit out a mouthful of blood!
The next second, he fell backwards and fell into boundless darkness.
"Prince--" the manager screamed in dismay.
Dongfang Aoshi has fainted and can't hear anything.
"Hurry up! Carry the prince in!" the manager shouted.
Everyone was in a hurry and carried Dongfang Aoshi up and sent it to the courtyard beside them.