The farce of Cheng Da being slapped in the face soon spread in Heaven and Earth City.

While people were talking about it, the house of the Son and the Holy Maiden once again rose thick black smoke.

Everyone has long been used to this.

Not only them, but even the maids in the palace were used to it, and if they didn't experience the smoke and fire two or three times a day, they felt uncomfortable.

Not to mention that too many people in this world are cheap to death.

This time, the little marquis is not just burning a bonfire, throwing some wet wood on it, he has fixed his sights on a few houses around the tall building.

That's right. He set the house on fire.

It's a pity that everyone didn't take it seriously, even if the smoke covered the entire mansion, the maids closed the doors and windows as soon as possible, took out melon seeds and dried fruits, and chatted while eating.

The people in the house don't take it seriously, and the people outside don't take it seriously.

It wasn't until the flames broke out and a house was burned down that the maids woke up, shouted "firefight" and rushed outside, picked up buckets and began to put out the fire.

The fire was already raging, and they tried their best to feed, but to no avail, and some of them hurried outside to call for someone, and found that the guards at the door had already slipped away, and no one wanted to stand guard with tears and snot in the thick smoke.

The maids wanted to cry without tears, and while continuing to fight the fire, they cursed Chen Xiao for being a dull soul.

On the top floor of the tall building, the saint stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the chaotic lake below, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

The little marquis came to the door through the stairs, and was about to reach out and knock on the door, when a voice came from behind the door: "Come in.

He shrugged, pushed open the door, stepped in, and saw the back of the saint.

Although he told himself vigorously that the person in front of him was not the Piao Piao he knew, at least until she regained all her memory, she was just a saint of the Pantheistic Cult.

But as soon as he saw her, his calm heart involuntarily beat faster.

"This time, you won't cut me with a knife again." The little marquis said in a joking tone.

The saint turned slightly, turned her face to him and said, "You didn't peek at me taking a bath today, of course you won't cut you with a knife.

"Of course we've seen you. He wanted to say that you and I were incomparably close lovers, but when the words came to his lips, he still didn't say them.

Because he knew that it didn't make sense to say something like that in front of her who had lost her memory, and it was likely to be counterproductive.

"That's not right." The saint shook her head and said, "In the depths of my memory, among the fragments of memory that can't be connected into a finished picture, there is your figure, but I'm not sure if it's you, we've known each other for a long time."

"Yes." The little marquis nodded, and immediately shook his head: "It's not right, in fact, you and I have known each other for a year at most.

The saint turned around again, looked at the chaotic scene below, and said, "Your words make sense, I came here with the right king in a daze, and I really thought I was a member of the Pantheistic Cult at that time, and then I found out that he lied to me, so I ......."

"You just beat him, didn't you?" The little marquis spoke for her.

She smiled: "That's right, but every time it's for the sake of fighting, after beating him, I'll say I can't control my own hands, so he can't get angry when he gets beaten, he can only bear it."

The little marquis mourned in his heart for the right virtuous king.

"You've gone to great lengths to get out of everyone's way, not just to make small talk to me." Although the saint has lost her memory, she has not lost any wisdom before.

With a wave of his hand, a golden treasure box appeared on the table next to him, and said, "It is said that the blood of the Ancient Beast is needed to cure your illness.

She turned around, glanced at the treasure box, and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, that's what I'm supposed to do." He smiled and said, "If you regain your memory, ...... Forget it, you'll know what to do by then, you don't need me to tell you."

The saint heard what he meant, and frowned: "What, are you going to leave here?"

The little marquis shrugged his shoulders and said to Nunu below, "I burned down the house, do you think I can continue to stay here, to be honest, the people here don't like me, so it's better to leave."

"Have a nice trip."

"Thank you."

A quarter of an hour later, the city was in chaos, several nearby patrols were called in to extinguish the fire, and half of the southern city was covered in smoke.

And the little marquis, who is the culprit, took advantage of the chaos to come under the city wall and mingle with the firefighting army that came and went to fetch water.

The wells in the city had limited access to water, and in order to speed up the extinguishing of the fire, the soldiers had their eyes on the moat outside the city walls, and they opened the gates to get water.

The little marquis went out of the city smoothly and left unnoticed.

The previous fires and smoke were just to cover up the ultimate purpose, not to take revenge on the maids at all, everyone thought of Xiao Chen simply.

It wasn't until the fire was extinguished and everyone remembered to punish the culprit that they realized that the Son was gone.

If it weren't for the connivance of the Holy Sect Master, how could such a serious result happen.

Facts have proved that he is right, even if Chen Xiao is a holy son, he and the Pantheist Sect are still not of the same mind.

But he didn't have the courage to question the Holy Sect Master, he could only send someone to chase him, in fact, he didn't believe that the people sent out could arrest Chen Xiao back.

......

The next day, Xiao Chen, who had been in the dust all the way, came to Dachubian Town, and reported Lu Shizhong's name.

Not only Lu Shizhong was surprised by his arrival, but Lu Xianfeng was as surprised as the King of Qin.

The little marquis's reason is impeccable: the Holy Sect Master is in a hurry to sign a formal agreement with the King of Qin, so he sent him over in person. As for why he didn't bring his entourage, he didn't want to arouse other people's ideas.

The Holy Son himself came forward, and the King of Qin and Lu Xianfeng had no reason to suspect anything, and the King of Qin had no objection to the last draft, and ordered Lu Xianfeng to copy two formal agreements, which were signed by both parties.

In the eyes of Li Dingguo, the king of Qin, he is the real beneficiary of this deal, and compared to the throne, giving away a state of land is nothing.

When his throne is secured, he can completely tear up the agreement, make the Pantheist Cult a cult again, take back the land of that state, and kill them without leaving a single piece of armor.

Of course, this kind of thinking must not be manifested, otherwise the allies will be unhappy, resulting in a split and two results.

Holding the officially signed agreement, he politely sent Xiao Chen away, laughed happily, and said to Lu Xianxian: "My emperor brother must not have imagined that he sent me to consume my strength, but I reached a consensus with the Pantheon Sect in private, and his wishful thinking failed."

Lu Xianfeng first said hello to his master, and then said: "In order to stabilize the one in the Jinluan Palace, we can't be idle, otherwise we will be suspicious of the emperor.