Song Qinghuan's face was completely black, and he couldn't care less about the blisters on his hands. He was so choked by the thick smoke that he couldn't even breathe.
The fallen beams and pillars were moved away by her and the palace aunt, finally revealing the burned windows and coffins.
Auntie Gong is old and she is usually very pampered. Now she is very tired from all the trouble.
Queen Mother Jiang covered her body with Song Qinghuan's wet clothes and covered her mouth and nose, but she still looked like she was dying.
Song Qinghuan kicked open the half of the window, and finally some fresh air came in.
The palace maid helped Empress Dowager Jiang to stand up, and through the window she saw that the side hall within a foot away was also in flames. Before her joy had dissipated, she became worried again: "Where can we escape if we go out?"
Song Qinghuan stepped forward to give Empress Dowager Jiang a hand, felt her pulse, and saw that there was no immediate concern for her life, she said, "Let's go out first. There must be a way to escape."
If you escape, you will still have a glimmer of hope, but if you don't escape, you will either choke to death from the smoke or be burned to death.
Song Qinghuan wrapped the wet clothes for Queen Mother Jiang to prevent her from being injured by the flames, and then helped her to the window coffin.
"Mom, you go out first and then help the Queen Mother out."
Aunt Gong responded repeatedly, not caring that there were still flames on the window coffin, and hurriedly climbed out.
Empress Dowager Jiang was already feeling dizzy and allowed Song Qinghuan and Aunt Gong to support her across the window coffin.
Going down from the window coffin, there is a field of flowers and plants outside. The ones near the temple have been burned a little, but the ones farther away are still alive and well.
Aunt Gong helped Empress Dowager Jiang move forward to avoid the fire, while Song Qinghuan fell behind.
His hands were full of blisters, so he couldn't care less. He only held on to the window coffin, which still had a frame, and escaped. Who would have thought that the whole person would collapse together with the window coffin.
Behind him was the beam that had just been moved down with great effort, and his whole back was hit by it, making him grimace in pain.
His forehead was hit by the collapsed window coffin. He was completely stunned and couldn't move. He muttered: "It's over, it's over, catch yourself."
At this time, I couldn't move. Apart from the crackling sound of the fire burning in my ears, I only felt pain all over my body for a while.
He sighed plaintively: "Xiao Ci, Xiao Ci, I am here for you. If I really die here, you should burn more gold and silver ingots for me during the holidays."
"Shit." An angry curse came out, and then there was no sound again. Song Qinghuan paused, and when he heard no more sound, he thought he had misheard again.
Blinking his eyes, Xiao Ci's very familiar face enlarged in front of his eyes.
The fair face was stained with a lot of black gray, like a black and white cat.
The veins on his forehead popped out, and there were beads of sweat all over his forehead. His neatly tied hair in the past had become messy, and one spot seemed to have been licked by flames.
"If you die, I will dig out your grave, burn you and use your ashes to feed the fish I raise."
Song Qinghuan didn't even have time to look at his expression, but when she heard such vicious words, she couldn't help but shuddered for a moment. She quickly closed her eyes and muttered: "Dream, dream, must be dream..."
Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Ci had already lifted her up, and her hot palms brushed her cheeks. Song Qinghuan felt a heat in her heart and opened her eyes.
When Xiao Ci saw her unhurried look, he gritted his teeth angrily and said angrily: "You idiot, you do all the unreasonable things all day long. If you want to die, just find a deserted place to avoid death."
It scares people."
After scolding him, he asked again: "Can you still walk? Are you injured anywhere?"
Song Qinghuan was as scared as a dog just now, afraid that he would really die here, but now when he saw Xiao Ci, he knew that he would definitely not die.
Staring into his eyes, he saw his own figure in those amber eyes, and he smiled heartlessly: "Uncle Jiu, you have me in your eyes."
Xiao Ci laughed angrily at her, never had he been so sensational.
He was about to open his mouth to curse again, but when he saw the smile in this silly girl's eyebrows, he felt his heart heat up.
He lowered his eyes, pressed the back of her head and kissed her.
Song Qinghuan was stunned.
Xiao Ci also didn't expect that he would be so helpless, so he kissed her for a while, so he simply kissed her for a while.
It wasn't until Song Qinghuan felt that she couldn't breathe that she held her cheek, put her forehead against her forehead and chuckled, "Idiot."
He always scolded Song Qinghuan like this: one sentence is stupid, the other sentence is stupid.
Song Qinghuan was confused and didn't know what was so stupid about him. She subconsciously glared at him, raised her head, and bit his lip.
It wasn't until he had the taste of blood in his mouth that he suddenly came back to his senses. His little heart was beating like a deer, and he was ashamed from head to toe. He muttered: "You are an idiot."
Xiao Ci was bitten by this little girl until his lips were bitten, but he didn't feel angry at all. Instead, he laughed, held her face and kissed her like a dragonfly, and then gave up.
After coming out of the Star-Zhaing Pavilion, which was full of fire, until she was escorted out of the star observation platform and returned to the Song family, Song Qinghuan still hadn't recovered.
The whole family was surrounding her, and she seemed unaware.
Her mind was a mess, and she kept thinking of the scene when Xiao Ci kissed her lips, with a hint of domineering, but also underlying tenderness.
The feeling was hard to describe, but it made her heart beat wildly.
The Song family just thought she was frightened and did not dare to ask her in detail. They only comforted her in a soft voice.
Tuxue Xunmei helped Song Qinghuan freshen up, but there were no serious injuries on her body, only one of her hands was seriously injured.
Then I applied the medicine and wrapped it with gauze.
Song Qinghuan drifted off to sleep with that memory, but in his sleep it was still the scene of him holding her face and taking advantage.
She should have felt ashamed, but instead she was extremely depressed and couldn't help but want to respond.
She woke up with this thought, and sat up suddenly. She saw that the ginger-yellow warm curtain was completely covered, and she could only vaguely see a yellowish light on the corner of the couch.
"What's wrong?" A familiar voice came from outside the tent, and then footsteps were heard.
Song Qinghuan's heart tightened, and before he could say anything, the warm tent was lifted up, revealing Xiao Ci's face as gentle as jade.
"You, you are an idiot." Song Qinghuan said out loud, not knowing why she came up with this sentence without any clue.
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she remembered what happened during the day again and immediately regretted it.
Xiao Ci also thought of the back hall of Zhaixing Pavilion, smiled, stretched out his hand and nodded her head: "You don't even have a clue in your mind who is the idiot."
Song Qinghuan turned her head sideways, moved her mouth, pursed her lips, and swallowed what she wanted to say. Her cheeks turned crimson and her heart skipped a beat.
Xiao Ci saw her expression and became more and more amused. He stretched out his hand to tuck the bun on her temples behind her ears. He sat down by the bed familiarly and asked in a slow voice: "But I did it."
