The fire was so big that no matter how they tried to put out the fire, they couldn't save it, and the cold palace was all dilapidated wood, which fueled the burning of the fire, and by the time the fire was extinguished, it was already noon the next day.

Xiyuan looked at the corpse of the woman who was carried out, and his tears couldn't stop flowing down, he really liked Su Musha, as the secret guard of the saint, when the saint was still the prince, he could see the fresh and lively Su Musha, this is different from the secret guard who hides in the dark and is born with only a cold face.

When Su Musha was bullied, Xiyuan really felt that he was in pain all over his body, but now Su Musha had turned into a charred corpse.

Togi patted Xiyuan's shoulder comfortingly.

Signal him not to show too much emotion, the dark guard has no emotion.

Meng Mengmeng looked at the cold palace that was burned clean by the fire, her mood was very high, she was really happy, from today onwards, there will be no annoying people around her.

Meng Mengmeng symbolically said a few words, and then asked people to throw Su Musha's body to the mass grave, because the people who were burned to death were not clean in the palace, so they could not be buried.

Xiyuan wanted to come out and reason with Meng Mengmeng, but was dragged back by Beiming, and Xiyuan could only secretly suppress his love.

In the imperial study, it was already evening when Jun Buwu woke up.

The smell of burnt wood was in the air, and the whole palace was enveloped by the smell of burnt wood.

"Your Majesty, you're finally awake."

Meng Mengmeng looked at Jun Buwu with a happy face.

Jun Buwu got out of bed and sat in a wheelchair and sorted out his clothes.

"Why are you here? Someone came to ask the queen to return to the Feng Palace. ”

Jun Buwu said coldly.

Meng Mengmeng wanted to say nothing, but he could only leave the imperial study one step at a time.

"What does this smell like? Songs"

Jun Buwu smelled the smell in the air, and casually asked the music song who was checking his pulse.

Le Ge's hand trembled, and he didn't answer: "Holy Lord, have you found a way to control your inner demons?" The anti-body addiction is getting stricter and stricter. ”

Jun Buwu couldn't help but be irritable: "I'm looking for it, can anyone tell me what smells in the air?" ”

Jun Buwu saw the bulging bun face Xiyuan: "Xiyuan, you sue sù me, what kind of strange taste is this?" ”

Beiming pushed the awkward Xiyuan.

Xiyuan respectfully saluted at this time, and said stiffly: "Back to the emperor, there was a fire in the northwest corner of the palace last night, and the smell of burning wood in the air was there. ”

Jun Buwu frowned: "The northwest corner of the palace, isn't that a cold palace?" ”

Xiyuan continued to say stiffly: "Back to the emperor, it is the cold palace, and no one survives. The fire was so big that no one could be saved when it was discovered. ”

Jun Buwu seemed to have a knife pierced deep in his heart, without any room for turn, and he was inserted into his heart like a fatal move.

The smell of the air seemed to choke his neck, making it impossible for him to breathe.

But the unwilling Jun Buwu continued to ask, "What about the corpse?" ”

I muttered several times before I said the word corpse.

Xiyuan continued to reply: "The queen mother said that the bodies of the people who died in the fire were not clean, and they had been thrown into the mass grave in the south of the city at noon. ”

Jun Buwu's eyes were turning red, but reason gradually suppressed the sadness in his heart: "Nanfeng, push me to the cold palace to take a look." Dongmu went to the mass grave to find the abandoned corpse, and I wanted to see what the charred corpse looked like. ”

A black scene, the dilapidated of the original cold palace is not known much better than the current scene, Jun Buwu's wheelchair runs over every place here, he endures it, his face shows that there seems to be a tide of grief that will surge out, but no.

There is still a blue cloud flute in his hand, but there is no Su curtain in this world.

Nanfeng looked at the back of the saint from afar, desolate and sad.

Jun Buwu stayed quietly in this place engulfed by fire, from day to night, from night to day.

There was something firm in his eyes, and his face was colder than usual.

Dongmu did not bring back Su Musha's body, after all, there were too many wild dogs in the mass grave in the south of the city.

It is not impossible to guarantee that some wild fruits have a unique taste.

When Dongmu wanted to step forward to pray, Beiming grabbed him and shook his head at him.

For such a time, let's let Jun Buwu stay alone.

In the first year of the Southern Liang Dynasty, the Su family Su Mu was killed in the fire of the cold palace, and the emperor was sympathetic and posthumously named Queen Zhenyuan