Mei'er heard someone shouting that the fire was on, so she was so frightened that she quickly ran out of the house to hide.

"Miss is so lucky, as soon as the front foot left the house, the back foot wing caught fire."

As soon as the words fell, the originally clear sky actually caused a thunderstorm.

In the carriage, Hua Zheng has been restless, and Feng Lige, who is sitting opposite her, naturally discovered this.

The kite lifted the curtain and looked out from the window, the wind was beautiful, and the thunder just now seemed to have never appeared.

"Brother pineapple, how long have we been away?"

"An hour or so."

Hua Zheng paused, lowered his eyes and said: "I went out in a hurry this morning, I haven't said goodbye to my mother yet, I want to go home." ”

“…… Good. Feng Lige asked the coachman to turn around and go back.

An hour later, the carriage stopped, Feng Lige got out of the carriage first, and the painting zither was about to lift the curtain and go out, but was pushed back to the carriage by Feng Lige.

The painting kite sniffed, and the smell of fireworks was so strong.

"Brother pineapple, what are you doing!"

"Don't come down, I'll go in and see." As soon as Feng Lige turned around, the little milk baby jumped out of the carriage and ran faster than him on her short legs.

However, the painting kite stopped without running two steps, and asked himself in a milky voice, "What happened in the house, why is there so much smoke in it?" ”

Feng Lige was about to speak, Mei'er came out of nowhere, flew to the side of the painting zither and hugged her, Dou big tears overflowed her eyes, "Miss, not long after you left the house, the house was on fire......"

Hua Zheng was shocked, "What about my father and mother?" ”

Mei'er let go of the painting kite, lowered her head and whispered: "The slave doesn't know." ”

"Didn't I tell you to serve Madame? How could you not know. After speaking, she walked to the door of the mansion on her short legs.

Feng Lige hurriedly followed behind the painting kite, and Mei'er also quickly followed, explaining: "The slave maid went out of the house to find Miss, and when she came back, the house was on fire, and the fire inside was too big, and the slave and maid were timid and didn't dare to go in." ”

The painting was silent, and when he saw people along the way, he asked where the head of the house and his wife were.

In the end, the painting kite found two familiar figures in his wing.

The subordinates were all waved back, and the head of the Baili family sat paralyzed in a ruin, coughing a few times from time to time, and there was still a person in his arms.

From the dress of the man, he could guess that she was Mrs. Baili.

"Daddy, mother......"

The head of the Baili family froze when he heard this, and he didn't dare to look back.

Feng Lige picked up the painting kite, stepped on the broken tiles and yellow soil to the side of the Baili family master, and then lowered her to the ground.

"Little painting kite, why are you back?" The voice of the Baili family master sounded a little weak, and he lowered his head, not wanting them to see his appearance.

Feng Lige caught a glimpse of the blue and purple hand of the head of the Baili family and frowned.

He hurriedly reached out to reach out to the wrist of the Baili family master, but he avoided it.

Hua Zheng also saw the hand of the head of the Baili family who had changed his complexion, and his nose was sore.

Feng Lige looked at the woman in his arms, as if she was out of breath, "Baili family master, you have taken poison." ”

Hearing this, the painting kite howled and cried, "Daddy, you can't leave me, Brother Pineapple, save my daddy......"

"Stop!" Feng Lige interrupted her, "The voice is so loud, it's noisy." ”

The kite was so frightened that he quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

The head of the Baili family was just about to speak, when a mouthful of fishy sweetness rose in his throat, and he swallowed it.

Madame was burned to death, and he didn't want to live anymore.

Although taking poison was hard, his waist was straight.

"Little painting kite, dad has something that can't stop you."