- Li Gai lowered his head, then raised it again, and said slowly: If I could have come a moment earlier, you would not have to suffer more of this. (Fengwu Literature Network)

Listening to the word pain in his best friend's words, Wang Chi suddenly remembered the sharp pain that inexplicably swelled in his chest and abdomen shortly after the palm force was triggered. If it weren't for this sudden outburst of unbearable pain, how could he have lost his mind and been buried by the collapsed rubble?

After this incident, he immediately remembered that the reason why the two guards suddenly fell to the ground was that they had suffered the same crime.

- Although he still didn't quite understand what the source of the pain was.

At this time, he had already made a decision in his heart, he could ignore the minutiae for the time being, but the people who should be saved, the remnants that should be culled, are the first things to deal with at the moment.

He stretched out with one hand, and the best friend beside him immediately understood, although he was a little worried about his physical condition at the moment, he still flattened his palm, exhaled his strength, and helped him up from the ground.

After a quick glance around, Wang Chi's eyes gradually recovered, and he quickly noticed the person in the shadow guard's arms a few steps away, and recognized him as Ah Ping, one of Ruan Luo's two attendants. Looking at Ah Ping's bloodstained back, he seemed to understand one thing, and without asking, he directly gave an order to the shadow guard: Meritorious and righteous people, go straight to the Taiyi Bureau for treatment!

The shadow guard received the order and walked towards the palace with Ah Ping in his arms.

Wang Chi then shot his gaze to the seven guards who were standing farther away, he knew that these seven people were all elites cultivated by Li Gai, and the ruins on the stone flat that had been turned into two piles were their vigorous and resolute work.

Looking up, he glanced at the Yuwu Pavilion, which had been burned out and the second-story attic had been completely burned down, and roughly pondered the direction, then raised his hand and stretched out a finger, pointed to the abandoned building and said in a deep voice: Dig up!

Seeing this, Li Gai suddenly thought of something, and doubted: Is it thirteen or fourteen?

They also fell down suddenly. Wang Chi retracted his gaze that fell on the ruins, and when he turned his head to look at Li Gai, there was a question in his eyes, can you feel it, what happened to me just now?

His lips moved slightly. But he didn't answer immediately, he just glanced at the Yuwu Pavilion whose roof had been burned through, and said to Wang Chijian: This house is about to disperse, let's stand aside first.

The king shook his head and was helped out of the ruins.

Since Li Gai has arrived here, and the guards in the Hengtai Pavilion block have not arrived, it is really a big problem. When Wang Chi left the ruins and walked out from behind the screen composed of ten shields, he saw more than 200 people from the Forbidden Palace Guards, as well as about 500 guards from the Hengtai Pavilion block.

The official in charge of the neighborhood came. It is a side Shuhe who is also the attendant of the Ministry of Ceremonies. But for today's events. Whether he came here or not was almost negligible.

Why are there so many assassins hidden on the second floor of the teahouse in the block? When did these assassins cut so many holes in the attic wooden floor and no one noticed? And the neighborhood guards were all blind or dead, and the houses were starting to burn. Didn't anyone come to see it?

When his gaze swept over Bian Shuhe's face that was trembling inch by inch because of excessive shock, Wang Chi did not say anything on his face, but he smiled coldly in his heart: Those who should take some responsibility for today's affairs should be the other two officials in charge of the Hengtai Pavilion block, a soldier of the Ministry of War and a waiter of the Ministry of Works, but they did not see their figures at this time.

Wang Chi's gaze finally fell on the face of a fifty-year-old silk shirt merchant beside Bian Shuhe, who was invited into a tent with embroidered red edges and golden tassels hanging from the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood who had been temporarily erected.

The round chair with armrests in both ears has been covered with soft brocade cushions, and a small table has been placed next to the chair. It's just an ordinary pine planing, and there are no carved beasts on the table, and the style of this wood is unusually simple. However, in this chaotic environment at this time, there is actually a pot of hot tea brewed on this table.

With this speed of making tea, why didn't you see the speed of firefighting just now?

Wait for Wang Chi to sit firmly on the chair. Rather than continue to accompany him, he strode out of the tent and beckoned his ten shield guards to withdraw from the screen array and divide four into four to stand by near the tent, while the other six went to the side of the dagger guards who were continuing to dig through the ruins to save the two guards.

The walls on the first floor of the teahouse were burned to the point of falling apart by the flames inside, and the stone brick walls were so hot that they could barely be touched directly. The six shield guards took a step ahead of the short sword guards, used their shields as a base, and shoved them against the hot wall.

Since this tea house has been burned down and there is no way to save this loss, it is better to let it collapse as soon as possible within the scope of control, so as not to cause secondary injuries when it is unprepared.

Just as Li Gai's subordinates began to demolish the house, Wang Chi sat on a fairly comfortable round-backed chair under the tent, although he did feel dry at this time, he did not have hot tea in his hands.

He was eager to hear what the official in charge of the work assigned to the guards of the neighborhood had to say about the fire in the building in the neighborhood and the lack of the guards to come to the rescue. But this official was not here at this time, so he didn't plan to ask the ceremonial waiter who was only good at the virtual face ceremony.

His eyes finally fell on the woman lying on the stone lawn opposite, and he knew very well in his heart that the woman was tied into a stake by some means,

But he wasn't going to interrogate her right here. After today's incident, he wanted to wipe his eyes and take a second look at the military department that he hadn't supervised for more than half a year. And although one of the three officials who supervised the affairs of the Hengtai Pavilion neighborhood came at this time, he was suspicious of this person.

Although Bian Shuhe has ordinary political achievements, he is only in charge of some ceremonial orders, but he is in charge of the temple sacrifices, he is in charge of the big festivals and national ceremonies, he is in charge of the ceremonial rites of the state, he is in charge of the army and the sacrificial wine, and he is in charge of the people's autumn harvest and worship the sky...... He seems to be in charge of a lot of things, so he often has to deal with officials of various ministries, and no one can tell which officials he has a deeper relationship with, and no one has a strong reason to say that he has a personal affair with that official.

Wang Chi remembered that many years ago, the woman who didn't like hairpins, only liked to loosen her hair cut to shoulder length, liked all kinds of snacks, but didn't eat too much, once said with a hint of disdain: An official who does not aim to cultivate into an officialdom is not worthy of being an official of the Ministry of Rites.

At that time, he also specially asked his beloved woman: What kind of fairy fruit are fritters, which seem to grow for a long time, and it seems that the older the better?

So, he had the opportunity to taste a food fried by his beloved woman: fried dough sticks. And through this experience, he knew that the kind of process dù that wants to fry raw fritters to be scorched and old, but not paste, is a test of people's cooking skills.

In addition, old fritters are really a kind of food that is not delicious, but it is a pity to lose it.

And a person like Bian Shuhe, although he can't do any practical things for himself, there are few such people in the officialdom. Lubricating the diaphragm, liaising and cooperating, and organizing the situation, all need to be handled by such people. Their faces are old enough, they are kind to everyone, and they are patient in everything.

-- Sometimes you ask him a question, and he doesn't know anything, and some things come to him, and in the end he can't do it, and the time is wasted.

When leaving Dongfeng Tower, it was not early, if you follow the style of ordinary people, you should first find an inn to live in, and then set off tomorrow morning to return to Liang country, thousands of miles away. However, the Yan family's practice is different, and the planning of time affairs is always extremely strict.

Yan Yu didn't expect to be delayed in Dongfeng Tower for so long, although this period of things was beyond the plan, but the plan to return in the future could not be delayed any longer.

Let's go.

The Yan family and his party rushed out of the city before the gate of Kyoto was closed, and got into several carriages parked outside the city.

The unification of the Yan family's carriage system is very conspicuous in the Liang Kingdom, and it is in the inner city of the Southern Zhao Emperor's capital, which may not be conducive to the smooth progress of their trip.

Yan Yu did not forget the experience of being followed by someone behind him when he walked the special road of the city gate specially rewarded by Emperor Nanzhao a few years ago. Therefore, he came to the Nanzhao Emperor Capital for personal matters this time, and in order to save trouble, he left all the accompanying carriages outside the city, while he followed closely with several entourages.

However, in addition to leaving a few carriages in the city, he also left an elder who had come with him in the carriage.

This time, the southbound journey will be accompanied by the elders of the Yan family, mainly because considering some details of the ceremony, someone must pay attention. It's just that Yan Yu helped Yi Wen hide from the Yan family, and didn't say what Xie Lianyi's actual identity was, otherwise once her identity as the singer of Dongfeng Lou was exposed, it is estimated that the elder of the Yan family would not have to come with him, and Yi Wen's marriage would probably fall through.

But after leaving Liang Guo, Yan Yu still confessed to this elder halfway through. This matter, as long as the two sides meet, it will be difficult to hide it, after all, it is necessary to say, just find the right time to tell the truth.

Not in the face of the majesty of the whole family, but only in the face of one of them, it is easier to explain this matter. The trade route between the imperial capital of Liang and Nanzhao Kyoto has long been connected, but despite this, it took a total of three days on the road, but fortunately, with these few days of buffer, the old man can probably calm down, and he can be regarded as agreeing to Yi Wen's wish.

But the Yan family, who learned the truth, naturally would not consider going to a place like Dongfeng Building to replace the master of ceremonies.

However, the elder didn't expect that he was waiting outside the city, and it would take a whole day to wait, and Yan Yu did not follow the predetermined plan, so he sent the carriage into the city after receiving the woman. After noon, the elder almost thought that something had happened to Yan Yu in the city.

Fortunately, seeing him come out now, the elder breathed a sigh of relief, but he soon found out that Yan Yu did not have a woman by his side, and his face suddenly sank a little.