The Wind Spirit rolled out of the way, avoiding the weaker side of the fire. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info dodged the tongue of fire, but it failed to avoid the smoke that hit the face. Although his face was covered with a curtain, his eyes were suddenly smoky, and tears fell like rain in an instant.

She wiped her eyes and stood up from the ground, under the double cover of black smoke and tears, she still saw a figure outside the door through the door frame that she had stabbed, and threw a shiny object at her, as if it was a fire fold.

This is the arsonist! He just poured oil and threw fire outside the door, which should have been done by him. Feng Ling concluded in his heart, waving his arm to dispel the black smoke in front of him, wanting to understand the person's appearance.

It's just that his eyes are smoking, and he shed a lot of tears, and he barely stretched a slit, and he vaguely saw a familiar figure.

That figure is very familiar, I must have seen it somewhere! Yes, it was the time when Cuiwei Palace and He Lu bowed and served her five-flowered horse for a long time. There must be no mistake, it is him. He felt familiar that day, and even more so tonight.

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, and the fire fold came, she couldn't see clearly, she didn't know where to avoid it, but the person's accuracy was extremely poor, and the fire fold was thrown onto the burning door frame, but it caused a slightly larger ball of fire.

The wind spirit tried to rip open her throat and call for help, but the choking smoke not only smoked her eyes, but also locked her throat. She stomped her feet, and had no choice but to protect her head with her arms, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she bent her waist and jumped out through the big hole that had been knocked open.

The blazing fire was like a pair of outstretched demonic hands, trying to catch her, but they were all empty. She was as dexterous as a delphinium, shrinking and popping out of the fire hole.

As soon as he left the temple gate, the wind spirit squinted his eyes that were bewildered by the thick smoke and touched the stone steps. The figure that seemed familiar to her paused for a few breaths at the foot of the stone steps, and when she saw her groping her way down the stone steps, she seemed to be taken aback, turned and ran out.

Outside the door was the upwind vent, and all the smoke and fire were running into the house. Feng Ling tore off the covering veil, took a deep breath of air without black smoke, let go of his throat and shouted, "Come on, go to the water!" ”

While shouting, his feet did not stop, and no matter how turbulent the tears flowed, he followed the man with half eyes and half closed.

The man passed through a gourd-shaped moon gate and entered the garden behind the Zhaoqing Palace. His body walked through the flowers and plants and made a sound of the rope, which the wind spirit could not see, but his ears were still good, and he could hear the sound of the flowers and plants rubbing against each other, and he held on all the way.

After following a while, a piercing "clang" sound suddenly sounded in the direction of the main hall, and someone was desperately striking the gong of the report with all his strength. In an instant, a few more gongs were added, mixed with the sound of "walking water".

Those sounds suddenly covered the Zhaoqing Palace, and the wind spirit was following half of the subtle movements, and in an instant, it disappeared into the darkness, and there was nowhere to follow. She stood where she was, frustrated, and kicked the grass and trees under her feet a few times to relieve her anger.

"Lady! Gu Niangzi! There were several people in the front yard calling for her, and the wind spirit heard the sound of apricot leaves and bamboo branches, and groped out from the moon gate, and before she could open her eyes, she heard apricot leaves running to her, and said with a cry: "You want to bluff me to death." ”

Zhuzhi pressed his throat and scolded: "The lady is so dignified, what are you messing with, what are you and me, and the words you say are not even individual." ”

Xingye ignored her, wiped her tears and came to look at Feng Ling's eyes. The two of them supported her with all hands and feet, took her to the intact chamber, and brought clean water to wash her eyes.

After half washing, an inner supervisor said outside the door of the wing room: "Gu Niangzi, the big boxes in the hall have been burned, and the books inside have also become ashes." ”

Xingye said "ah" in a low voice: "Those, but they are all confiscated account books, and they are all dust......

Feng Ling indifferently wiped away the last trace of discomfort from the corners of his eyes, opened his eyes and blinked a few times, and asked the inner supervisor outside casually, "So, should it be the first fire in the house where the big boxes are stored in the hall?" Why don't you go and save the fire in that place first? ”

The inner supervisor thought that Feng Ling was to blame, so he was busy asking for guilt outside: "Gu Niangzi forgives me." The side hall and the front hall taught people to find out that the water was gone at the same time, but everyone knew that the lady was sleeping in the front hall, so they all thought about rescuing the lady first, and there was no one in the side hall, so it was delayed. ”

Feng Ling pondered for a while, and a cold smile appeared on his face. This matter is not difficult to understand, the target of the arson who came tonight is actually on the large boxes containing the account books in the temple, and the murder of her is secondary. went to the main hall to set fire, but it was expected that everyone would rush to rescue her first when everyone was in a hurry, and ignored the account books of the side hall, so as to free up time to teach those account books to burn clean.

Although the wind spirit's eyes were swollen like walnuts, his vision was no longer hindered. She walked out of the wing room and looked into the courtyard, the fire had been extinguished, but the Zhaoqing Hall was in a mess. Before the black smoke was completely gone, the burned temple gate was in ruins, and the ugly charred and broken wood lay on the ground, soaked in the sewage flowing all over the ground.

"I've worked hard for you tonight, and I won't be able to rest for you." The Wind Spirit thanked everyone who had put out the fire, and his eyes scanned the crowd, and the familiar figure of the arson he saw in the fire was not among them. She went to the main room to inspect whether there was any damage to important objects, and looked at her determined appearance, as if she did not feel at ease the books of the temple that had been reduced to ashes.

Ah Sheng rushed from outside the palace with several strong inner prison palace people, and after a long distance, he nervously asked, "Is Gu Niangzi in the way?" ”

Feng Ling lightly jumped over a few scorched trees and came out of the house: "Ah Jian don't have to worry, Feng Ling is fine, but it's a pity that he burned down the side hall where the big wooden box was stored." ”

Ah Sheng didn't even have time to put his mind at ease, so he opened his eyes and exclaimed: "Gu Niangzi is clever, clever, the old slave is convinced." ”

"What's so difficult about this, it's just a small skill to deal with the carving insects of the filthy people." Feng Ling looked back at the messy main house, sighed and said, "Ah Jian don't praise me first, it's only right for me to find another place to live." ”

Ah Sheng nodded again and again and said yes, the house had been cleaned up a long time ago, and it was in a quiet courtyard near the Zhaoqing Palace, called Luming Garden. The people of their own palace were busy moving the things that the wind spirit used daily to the Luming Garden.

Xingye was puzzled, looking for an opportunity when no one was around, and pulled the wind spirit to ask the reason.

Feng Ling smiled disappreciatively: "I went to raid other people's stores with great fanfare, and seized the most important account books of others, could it be that those people will obediently stand by?" Naturally, it is necessary to jump back to life. I just thought about it for a while, and left a few boxes of useless waste paper in the hall, waiting for them to do something. Those account books never entered the palace wall at all, and they were quietly sent to Cuiwei Palace on the day of the raid. It's a pity that the thief ran away from the chaos. ”

Xingye was so convinced that he threw himself to the ground, and suddenly felt that his vision was very good, and he couldn't help but admire. Feng Ling waved his hand lightly: "This is nothing, many caravans use this method to prevent bandits. ”