Autumn is approaching, the morning sun is cool, the wind outside the window blows through the shadows of the trees, a colorful reflection on the window screen, the branches are slanted, and the posture is vivid.

The girl in the begonia garden has already been alive, and the three or two of them go in and out together, but they are not as cautious and quiet as in the past, and they are all talking about something with great interest.

Lige looked at the girl who stopped outside the window and whispered, curious, threw all the clothes in her hands on the bed, and asked Xiang Xiaoqiu with interest: "Did something happen today?" Everyone is so perverse. ”

Xiaoqiu bent down, carefully folded the clothes for Lige, and stacked them neatly, without raising his head, and said in a flat tone: "When the maid went to the kitchen this morning, I heard Aunt Hua mention that it was said that there was water in the palace yesterday, and Huaqing Palace was burned to ashes overnight."

Hearing this, Lige frowned, sat on the wooden bed with his buttocks, and rolled up the bed veil with his hands.

It is also fire, and it is said in ancient books that fire is the beginning of civilization and an important tool for human survival. But in her opinion, fire is also the end of all evil, and it is easy to turn everything into ashes, leaving no armor behind.

"Huaqing Palace? The palace where Princess Beiyi temporarily lives? Lige asked.

"Yes."

"Why did the good ones suddenly catch fire? What about casualties? ”

Lige's eyes wandered, although she was dissatisfied with Princess Beiyi's coveting Xiao Mochen, she never wanted her to die.

Xiaoqiu folded the clothes on the bed, opened the wardrobe again, took out a brocade fur cloak, and replied while busy: "I heard that it was Princess Beiyi's maidservant who was homesick, and her heart was depressed, and she accidentally drank a few more glasses, and she has been playing drunk in the house. This drunken man seems to have lost his mind, and he doesn't know that he pushed the candlestick to the ground, and you know what the blanket lady in the palace is, so it has to be burned, and there is no way to save it. ”

Xiaoqiu told the reason for the fire in Huaqing Palace, but Lige frowned and had doubts. In other words, no matter which country's slaves and maids, don't they all have to tie their heads to the waistband of their trousers, tremble, and live on thin ice? How can you wantonly play drunk in the palace just because the homesickness complex cannot be resolved, this is too incredible.

Princess Beiyi she has seen, and it is by no means like she will get used to the people under her without a bottom line, "And then? She urged Xiaoqiu to continue.

"The fire was too fierce, and almost all the people brought by Princess Beiyi from Beiyi were buried in the fire, especially the maid who set fire by mistake, and there was no bones left, only a piece of jade pendant remained. And Princess Beiyi had to sacrifice her life to save her maid Hu Xinlan to get out, but now she is still in a coma, and Xiangye hurriedly entered the palace this morning, probably for this matter, after all, Beiyi still has to explain. ”

Now, Lige's face wrinkled even more.

All in flames? It stands to reason that people are seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, and when they see a fire, don't they know how to escape? Isn't desperate for survival the reaction of a man in a fire? Unless, like the fire at Xiangguo Temple ten years ago, all the escape openings were nailed to death, and the people inside could not escape, so that this could happen.

If this is the case, it makes sense, after all, the countries next to it do not want to see the marriage between the north and the south, and want to make an obstacle to provoke the relationship between the south and the north, which is not impossible.

"Miss." Lige's thoughts were suddenly disrupted by Xiaoqiu, she raised her head blankly to look at Xiaoqiu, and listened to her continue: "Are you really going to Gusu?" Will Xiang Ye agree? ”

"Yes, my brother is so good that he and Xiao Mochen are almost wearing the same pair of pants now, and I am with Xiao Mochen, he will rest assured. Besides, my brother has promised me, if Xiao Mochen can promise him, he will not stop us again. ”

Yes, he can promise Miss anything, as long as Miss is really happy. Xiaoqiu squeezed out a wry smile and looked enviously at the legs lying on the bed, hanging by the bed, swaying and leaving the song.

"Xiaoqiu, you don't have to go together, just follow me, my brother has been capricious recently, and you are the most intimate and good at taking care of your brother in the house, you can stay." Lige was lying on his side, supporting his head with one hand, and wincing at Xiaoqiu, obviously wanting to give the two of them a chance to be alone.

Xiao Qiu understood the meaning of leaving the song, and nodded at her with a smile. Miss is so good, so good that she can't bear to blame her for dominating Xiangye's heart, so good that even if she disappoints the whole world, she is not willing to make her sad by half a point.

She thought, this is love, love above love.

"Miss, the baggage and maid have all packed up for you. It's a long way to go, and the items and maids needed on the road have been sorted and sorted, and here is ......"

Xiaoqiu kept babbling and telling her, while Lige's nose was bubbling and snoring......

From day to night, I can't wait to leave the song.

On this night, the sky shrouded the square courtyard like a piece of washed inky blue silk, and the silk was dotted with glittering gold made of stars, and the bright and elegant moon quietly exuded a gentle light, and the breeze made people sleep.

"Xiaoqiu, why hasn't your grandfather come back yet? I'm almost sleepy and blind," Lige sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, yawning with a small face, and his narrowed eyes were filled with tears.

"Xu is there an urgent matter in the palace, Xiangye is delayed, miss, you go back and rest first, the maid is waiting for Xiangye, and he will pass the word for you." Xiaoqiu gently coaxed away from the song.

Lige slowly shook his head, forced his eyelids, and muttered: "I'll come, my brother is only soft on me."

Xiaoqiu couldn't resist her, so she walked around behind her, gently pinched her shoulders, and waited with her.

Gradually, the moon and the stars hid into the clouds, and there was silence in all directions, except for the sound of the breeze murmuring.

Suddenly, a puff of smoke came with the wind, first Xiaoqiu felt abnormal, sniffed deeply with his nose sideways, rolled his eyes, and fell straight down.

And Lige, who was sitting on the stone bench, gradually lost consciousness, the hand supporting her face slowly slipped down, and when her face was about to smash down to the marble round table, a sudden gust of wind struck, and a pair of vigorous and powerful palms caught her face steadily, her face was so small, and it was all covered by a slap.

The man took her in his arms and walked calmly into the room.

In a daze, there was a familiar smell around the tip of Lige's nose, which was a kind of clearness, with the smell of grass in the valley, obviously there was a kind of coldness that rejected people thousands of miles away, but Lige inexplicably felt very down-to-earth and very secure.

She tried to open her eyelids, trying to see the man's appearance, but no matter how hard she tried, she could only see a vague outline.

In a drowsy state, she fell completely into a dream, dreaming back to that fiery night ten years ago.

A hand fell, following the contours of her face, lovingly stroking round and round, then touching her slightly frowning brow, touching the tip of her small nose, and finally stopping at the dimple at the corner of her mouth.

"Ge'er, you bear me, how can you bear me? You clearly said that you want to marry me, become my wife, and grow old with me. But why are you waiting for another man to marry you now? ”

"Is that just your childlike words? But I took it seriously, I waited for ten whole years, and every day for these ten years was a torment, and I didn't want to wait any longer. So, Ge'er, don't blame me, okay? I'm not cruel, I just love you too much, love you too much......"