Fang Pan was ordered to go back.

Zhao Yin ordered his subordinates to be divided into dozens of squads, and quietly burrowed into the forest to conduct a sweeping search.

……

On the side of the treasure cave, the explosion lasted for a full quarter of an hour. After a quarter of an hour, the thunderbolts were gone, but from time to time there were still remnants of ammunition exploding.

Nearby forests were on fire.

In autumn, the weather is dry and the fires are raging.

Wang Heng instructed the officers and soldiers to put out the fire, but it was impossible to extinguish it, so they could only draw an isolation zone urgently to prevent the fire from expanding to the surrounding areas.

Bai Xiao and the Dragon Guards poured out nail rakes, axes and other tools from the bags they brought in, and asked the craftsmen in the army to install the handles and use them.

When Fang Pan returned from withdrawing his troops, he saw a strange scene:

The troops fought the fire silently, but the scene was not chaotic, some people cut down trees, some people dug earth, and a wide separation zone was cleared around the blast zone, and there were insiders at a glance to direct it. A wisp of flute hovered over the mountains, dancing with the raging fire, adding a desolate aura out of thin air.

He came to the north side of the treasure cave and stood near the shore of the lake.

A commander came up to meet Fang Shizi.

Fang Pan asked suspiciously, "Where did these tools come from?"

The man said, "Wang Shilang asked him to bring it." ”

Then he went down and said, "I heard that all the blacksmith shops in the city have been emptied. ”

Fang Pan suddenly realized that Wang Heng had already prepared.

He swept his eyes and asked, "What about Lord Wang?"

The man pointed to the mountains and forests across the lake and whispered, "Play the flute on the mountain over there." He added, "Lord Qincha is in a bad mood. ”

Fang Pan listened for a while, knowing that Wang Heng was missing Liang Xinming, he sighed in his heart and ordered: "Continue to fight the fire." What other arrangements do you have?" asked Wang Heng if there was no special arrangement, so he took over the command.

It is also inappropriate to say that it will take over, because Wang Heng did not care, only gave a few orders and left, but all the troops consciously obeyed the order.

This explosion was planned by Wang Heng, and the news had already spread, and everyone was in awe and awe of him. Afterwards, seeing that he did not have the slightest excitement for meritorious service, he hid alone in the forest and played the flute, and the flute sounded desolate, and sympathized with him again.

On the mountain on the other side of the lake, the trees are withered, but there are still some green pines that are still green, Bai Xiao and other dragon guards are solemnly surrounding an ancient pine, and the old servant, Yi'an and other small servants are standing under the ancient pine, guarding the person on the tree.

Wang Heng sat on the branch with his back against the trunk of the tree, playing the flute intently, as if the fire on the other side and the forbidden army fighting the fire had nothing to do with him.

Is it really irrelevant?

Of course not.

Zhao Yin is right: what Liang Xinming will do here, Wang Heng will do, and he will never let her down, so he must defeat Lin Zicheng.

His Xin'er is a good daughter.

Xin'er is very shrewd, Xin'er can calculate, but she has her own principles of life and life, and she will never put her personal grievances above the heads of the people in the world, and take revenge, even if the enemy is the emperor, she only looks for the right master.

But after defeating Lin Zicheng, his heart was still empty, and he had no joy of victory.

He attached his mind to the bamboo flute, and flew into the night sky with the sound of the flute, looking down on the fire that was raging below—burn, burn all evil!

Suddenly I saw the valley below that was covered with fire, and the rocky slope near the valley was not the entrance to the south cave, and it was now covered with gravel and earth.

Below, is the cave room of him and Liang Xinming!

His and Liang Xinming's cave house was blown up?

An ominous omen welled up in his heart—

Does this mean that Liang Xinming can't come back?

He felt a great pain in his heart, and a hot liquid rushed to his throat, with a fishy smell, and the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

He knew what it was and didn't dare spit it out.

He didn't want to be seen by Yi'an and the old servant.

I don't want them to make a fuss and protect and serve him like a child, ask the doctor to boil medicine, and shout to everyone.

He tried to swallow and swallowed again.

……

Suddenly, the flute sounded again.

Affected by this, the flute sound is sad.

Yi'an doesn't know the rhythm of music, but he has been listening to the uncle playing the flute very carefully. Wang Heng blew it before, and after he heard it, he somehow always had a feeling of being discouraged, as if he saw a monk sitting in the temple knocking on wooden fish, and the four were empty.

The old servant also looked at Wang Heng worriedly.

He had already sent the news of Liang Xinming's death and Wang Heng's madness to Wang Ji, but he had not received instructions to reply at this time, so he could only guard Wang Heng.

After Wang Heng paused, the sound of the flute that sounded again made the two of them chuckle in their hearts, Yi'an cried, then Bai Xiao and the others cried, and then all the officers and soldiers cried......

At dawn the next day, the fire was finally brought under control.

Fang Pan ordered Fang Zhirong to lead his subordinate forbidden troops to drain the lake and salvage treasures.

One by one, the boxes were fished out of the water, and a small hill was piled up under the hillside north of the shore of the lake, and the eyes of those who came and saw it were straight.

Two forbidden soldiers came ashore carrying a box, and one of the forbidden soldiers kicked a raised stone under his feet, and fell down on the spot, and the box fell to the ground, broke the lid of the box, and the colorful gems scattered and rolled towards the lake and tidal flats.

The army gasped.

Fang Zhirong hurriedly came over and scolded in a low voice: "Why are you careless? Pick them all up quickly, don't drop one!"

Everyone was busy answering "yes" and went down to pick it up.

Fang Zhirong is afraid that their hands and feet will not be clean, especially this gem is small and easy to collect, stuff one in his arms, who knows?

He then warned: "Don't think crookedly! You are all people who have made meritorious contributions, and you will all be rewarded, so don't let this idea of small fortune be dazzled, and if you look back, you will be found out, and if you don't say anything about the merits, you will be punished." Is it worth it?"

Everyone agreed simply, "Who dare", but looked at him with a very resentful look - how much is this gem worth? Commander Fang said that it was a small fortune, could it be that they could still get so many rewards for a gem?

Fang Zhirong's worries are not unreasonable, there are really people who want to take the sheep and hide one, but in addition to Fang Zhirong at the scene, Fang Pan is also standing there, looking at the number and weight of the boxes registered by the paperwork, and then affixing the seal, how dare they start. There is also a Wang Heng on the mountain, sitting on a tree, and seeing farther.

Don't dare to steal, you can only see the feast of eyes.

At this point, everyone believed the rumors: the White Tiger King had indeed amassed a huge amount of wealth and hid it here, but unfortunately now he was empty.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look at the mountains over there.

On Honka, Wang Heng has stopped playing.

He looked at the soldiers under the lakeshore, and his heart that calmed down a little after a night of music made waves again: with his and Liang Xinming's merits, it was common for the emperor to reward a few boxes of treasures, and he had also made up his mind to help Liang Xinming get some good things. Xin'er used to love these things the most, so he was keen to help her collect them, but now he looked at the jewels as if they were stones, and they didn't have any brilliance.

Fang Pan had endured not to disturb Wang Heng, but now that he saw that the box was almost caught, Wang Heng had also blown all night, and now he was tired and stopped, so he walked up the hillside, came to the ancient pine, looked up and asked with a smile: "My lord, how about eating together?"

Wang Heng looked at him for a moment and nodded.

He also had something to say to Fang Pan.

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Liang Xinming: Beauties, when the official comes out, I hope to see the monthly pass blocking the door......