The oil lamp was broken and sparks ignited all the way. The person lying on the blanket seemed to be asleep. He couldn't hold his palms in time, and it was covered with blood under the moonlight.
There were only a few old slaves left in the old house of the Demon Family. They were choking on the smoke and coughing as they staggered to sleep. When they woke up, the most prosperous garden had been turned into a sea of flames.
Hanging above the sea of fire was a man in robes, who was Ye Die's new chef. He pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, leaned over and flew towards the garden, with the corners of his mouth curved into something vague.
arc.
Just, almost the next second.
The smile on his face disappeared, and even his narrow eyes narrowed dangerously into a straight line...
The fire continued, spreading from inside the house to outside, burning everything within sight.
The famous Demon Family finally completely disappeared from the capital in the early morning of New Year's Eve, leaving behind only a few white bones and pitch-black ashes.
Not many people know this, because as early as the first day when the Mo family settled down, few people in the court mentioned the old house of the Mo family.
The people coming and going pointed back and forth, sighing in their hearts.
"What a wonderful house, it was burned down like this..."
Speaking of which, it was strange that the fire started. Maybe it was too late. The house was too lonely. There were no people on the left and right sides, so I didn't hear the call. Plus, everyone was sleeping at night in winter.
It's cooked and no one is peeing.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for such a huge fire to go unnoticed.
Fortunately, it was winter and the weather was freezing and snowy, otherwise the fire might have burned somewhere.
In the end, the matter was reported to the official.
People from the yamen came to see it in person and carried away three or two bodies that had been burned to death.
The dead people had to continue to report. When they reported to Nangongyuan, Qu Chuxiao was standing in the middle of the lobby, looking at Nangong Rongguang pitifully: "I have been by your side for so many years, how could I instruct you?
I killed the jailer in the dungeon, Rong Guang, I really never thought about harming anyone..."
Nangong Rongguang ignored her, didn't even look at her, and asked the people coming from the Yamen: "What's the matter?"
The man told him about the fire in the house.
Nangong Rongguang listened quietly. At first, he didn't pay much attention.
Until the clerk in the yamen frowned and said, "That house seems to be the one where General Mo Lao lived during his lifetime."
Nangong Rongguang stood up suddenly, all the blood on his face: "What did you say?"
"Then, that house should be the old house of the Demon family." The clerk was so shocked by his actions that he stuttered.
Nangong Rongguang seemed not to hear it, and gripped the corner of the chair with trembling fingers...
Then, he ran out like flying.
He didn't know why he was running.
He knew that when he was a child, that person seemed to have always been standing there.
She is stubborn, stubborn and never leaves easily.
Her small body stood in the sun, her bow fully drawn, as bright as fire.
She smiled at him.
Even though he had caused her so much harm.
She still didn't leave.
Until one day, he personally sent her to prison and sent her to a dead end...
"Rong Guang..." Qu Chuxiao hugged him from behind with red eyes: "Even if the Mo family's old house catches fire, Sister Mo will be fine. Have you forgotten? She is in Ye Die now.
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Nangong Rongguang paused, he was indeed overreacting...
A note to readers:
I’m busy, I’ll update today, and I’ll see what happens tomorrow. If I’m not busy, I’ll add another update. If the word count is too small, the plot will seem to progress slowly, which has nothing to do with the rhythm. I think people who write these will regret it. If you don’t want to read it, you can just skip to tomorrow.