"No!"

Tang Feiyu shook his head firmly, and took one last look at Rong Yao Courtyard.

The memories of the past suddenly became clear, and she seemed to hear Jiang's voice in her ears again, gently humming a tune to help her sleep.

"Please Uncle An, give me the fire on your body!"

Tang Feiyu glanced back at Uncle Qiu'an, who had been silently following behind her, and his eyes flashed with determination.

This step!

It was planned before she returned to Tang's house!

It's just that she never told Ziyue, she just told Uncle An to bring a fire fold on her body, and she didn't explain the use of the fire fold.

"Miss, what are you going to do? Are you going to burn down here? ”

Ziyue saw that Uncle An handed over the fire fold to Tang Feiyu's hand, and grabbed Tang Feiyu's hand with some eagerness, she had already guessed Tang Feiyu's next move in her heart, but she couldn't believe it no matter what.

Why?

The eldest lady has just returned, why did she burn down the place where the lady once lived?

"Miss, this is where Madame once lived!" Ziyue wanted to persuade Tang Feiyu, but tears flowed out, and those memories of the past made her very painful, and she couldn't say a word of those persuasions.

"Aunt Yue, it is precisely because this is where my mother lived that I want to burn it!"

Tang Feiyu held Ziyue's hand and handed it to Uncle Qiu An to support, while he took a few steps forward, slowly squatted down, opened the fire fold, blew it hard a few times, saw the red light of the stars, and reached out to hand the fire fold to the heavy dead grass in the yard.

The sporadic firelight was reflected in front of Tang Feiyu's eyes, and the weeds in the yard had grown for ten years, and the dead grass had accumulated over and over again, and the dead grass was ignited little by little, and the fire soon spread.

The weather was clear, the breeze was blowing, and the sparks of the stars soon burned more and more, Tang Feiyu and Ziyue begged Uncle An to retreat outside the courtyard, but from time to time they heard the crackling sound of burning branches in their ears, and the heat was so hot that people's cheeks were hot, and thick smoke was everywhere, and it was even more choking people's tears and snot.

Tang Feiyu's face flowed with tears, not sad tears, but choked by the smoke, she coughed a few times from time to time, but no matter how Ziyue persuaded her, she refused to leave half a step. Her eyes were firmly fixed on Rong Yao Courtyard, which was surrounded by a burst of fire.

Rest in peace, Mother!

Tang Feiyu said silently in her heart, she called Jiang's mother deeply in her heart.

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Rong Yao Courtyard, the courtyard where the eldest lady of the Tang family, Jiang lived, did not dare to say that it was the best courtyard in the Tang Mansion, but it was definitely the second best courtyard after Tang Sirong's study.

However, everything has changed now.

In ten years, the pattern of the Tang Mansion has already undergone earth-shaking changes, and the original central location of the Tang Mansion is now only the most marginal place in the Tang Mansion.

The former glory of Rong Yao Courtyard had withered ten years ago, and the barren courtyard was not only uncared for, but had already become an inaccessible corner of the Tang Mansion. The fire burned for half an hour, and no one rushed to put out the fire.

Tang Feiyu stood there like this, for half an hour, watching the fire get bigger and bigger, seeing with his own eyes that the weeds, dead grass and dead trees in the yard were all swallowed up by the fire, and seeing with his own eyes that those remnants were burning a bigger fire.

Tang Feiyu waited, waited quietly!

"Oh no, it's water, it's water!"

"Come on!"

Finally made her wait for someone to come, and those panicked voices came into her ears, but there was no expression on her face, and she stood there calmly, waiting there quietly. Her gaze fell firmly on the fire in front of her, and her face was hot and red from the fire. Finally, she was asked to wait for someone, but what she waited for was only some insignificant small roles.

"No one is allowed to move!"

As the fire got bigger and bigger, Tang Feiyu's eyes showed more indifference, she opened her arms and blocked in front of those slaves who either took pots or buckets, and looked coldly at those who wanted to put out the fire, "No one is allowed to move!" ”

"Who are you? Did you set the fire? ”

"Go and tell Steward Tang and catch the person who set the fire!"

It has been ten years since the Jiang family passed away, and the slaves in the Tang Mansion have changed batch after batch, and the slaves who appeared in front of Tang Feiyu obviously did not know Tang Feiyu. Someone saw the fire fold in Tang Feiyu's hand, and naturally guessed that the fire was put by Tang Feiyu.

And right now, Tang Feiyu was in front of them, and they were not in a hurry, but sent someone to report to Steward Tang.

Tang Feiyu heard the slave's words clearly, but there was no expression on his face. Ziyue and Uncle Qiu An both stood behind her, helping her stop the slaves from putting out the fire, but no one stopped the people who went to report to Steward Tang.

Burn it, burn it to ashes, and it will be complete.

Tang Feiyu quietly watched the fire engulf the entire Rong Yao Courtyard, and his heart slowly calmed down. She set the fire to force some people out. However, this is not her main purpose, she set the fire to give the Jiang family a belated eternal memorial, hoping that the Jiang family can go with peace of mind, she set the fire to give herself a way that can only move forward and not retreat.

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It seems that no one reads the text!

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