110. Chapter 110 Burning Qiongfang in exchange for the way back 10
There was a hint of surprise in Wen Yingyun's eyes, but it passed quickly without being noticed. He held the reins in his hand and followed Arnold out of the city gate in a swagger.
Not far out of the city gate, he immediately got on his horse, and then pulled Arnold onto the horse's back. The horse neighed and sped off.
On the other hand, everything inside Qiongfang Pavilion was really in chaos.
The girls were pulled up one by one and rushed to the street. The officers and soldiers were busy pouring oil and wine into the building. The girl holding her most valuable possessions stared at the actions of the officers and soldiers with wide eyes, and the onlookers even whispered.
There was a lot of discussion.
"What's going on? How can a good brothel be burned down at any time?"
"Yes, these officers and soldiers are burning buildings here without eating at noon."
"It won't affect the houses next to it!"
"This is blatant arson!"
"It is said that the owner of Qiongfang Pavilion has offended the Mongols. No, Mr. Chen can only drive out the people inside and burn the building clean."
"What about these girls?"
"The boss Qianhe has run away, who cares about these girls!"
During the discussion, flames flew into the sky, and the flames instantly swallowed up the flower tower of Qiongfang Pavilion like a swimming dragon. The smoke began to disperse, and the surrounding onlookers consciously took a few steps back.
At this moment, another group of people came running over quickly. One person was riding on a horse and was stunned for a moment looking at the burning Qiongfang Pavilion.
"The Prince of Peiping has arrived!"
The common people had never seen this battle before, and they all knelt down and saluted.
Na Muhan turned over from his horse and landed on the ground. He glanced around and frowned slightly, "What's going on? Where is Mr. Chen?"
An officer and soldier who had just set off the fire hurriedly walked up to him and knelt down in front of him, "Master Chen went to the backyard to return to his life."
"Return to life?" Na Muhan looked even more displeased and burned the house in public. Whose order was this? "Lead the way, I want to see who gave this order."
The officer and soldier stood up tremblingly, feeling that their steps were weak and feeble. There were princes on both sides, and if they got into a fight, they would definitely be the only ones who died.
In the backyard of Qiongfang Pavilion, Mang Geqi was still sitting quietly, raising his eyes and looking towards the courtyard door. He saw a small officer and soldier walking in with Na Muhan. As soon as Namuhan entered the courtyard, the officer and soldier were busy
He ducked away. His brown eyes narrowed slightly, showing a hint of contempt.
"Meng Ge Ci, why is it you?" Na Muhan was slightly startled when he saw clearly the person sitting next to the stone table. He had thought it would be an arrogant Mongolian, but he didn't expect it to be his third brother.
"Na Muhan, I didn't expect that this thing would alarm you." Brother Zhu withdrew his gaze and stared straight at the house opposite him.
The courtyard was extremely quiet, with only the crackling sound of the burning flower building in front. A huge heat wave swept through the surroundings, but the courtyard still felt cold.
At this moment, a man walked out of the open door of the room, holding up his pants as he walked. "It's your turn, brother."
Na Muhan's face changed, turning blue in an instant. With his movements and expressions, he knew what kind of drama was going on in the room without even thinking about it. He turned around, frowned, and asked unceremoniously, "
Who is inside?"
"Amul..."
Na Muhan felt a blow to his heart, and he ran towards the house like a sharp arrow, his face as cold as frost and snow in March. When he broke into the house, he saw four men surrounding the wooden bed, which swayed, vibrated and creaked. He
He strode over and pulled out the scimitar from his waist. He raised the knife and dropped it. A human head fell to the ground with a **** smile on his lips.
The peach blossoms in the courtyard were in decline, and the wind blew the falling petals like rouge kisses. However, the house was already messy and bloody, and it was a mess.