He was the only one outside the door, and no one else was following him. Jiang Cailing couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his heart, if he really found out that they were acting suspiciously, how could he come alone.

Is it too confident in your kung fu, or is there something else you can't know?

It's just that it's not time to find fault with it, and the fact that they've discovered the secret room isn't enough to show that they have another purpose.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cailing's eyes suddenly became filled with despair, and she pulled Zeng Ziyang's sleeve and cried: "Miss, the slave has already told you, even if we dig three feet into the ground, we won't be able to escape......"

Then she knelt on the ground again, crying: "Big boss, our young lady is really a good girl, please be considerate and considerate, let us go." ”

A slight smile appeared on the peaceful face of the owner of the village, which was different from the generosity of Zhongyitang, at this time, his eyes were stained with a bloodthirsty look, and he walked in front of Jiang Cailing and Zeng Ziyang, and said slowly: "You are very smart, you can find me here." ”

"What did you say?" Zeng Ziyang wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard the words, looking puzzled.

The owner of the village sneered, "You all guessed right, the silver mine was indeed blown up by me." ”

There was a "buzz" in Jiang Cailing's head, this village owner was definitely not a good person, they were all confused by his appearance.

What three do not touch, what thieves also have a way, on the surface they are loyal and righteous, but in fact they have done all the bad things.

Zeng Ziyang no longer pretended, his eyebrows and eyes did not move, but his eyes were covered with a fierce look, and he conjured a dagger from his cuffs as if he was doing a trick, and quickly pressed it against the neck of the owner of the village, "Tell the people behind the scenes, spare you from death!" ”

The owner of the village laughed, his white-faced and black-bearded face was particularly distorted and hideous, "The tone is not small, do you think you will go back alive?" Spare me not to die? Wait for your next life! ”

As he spoke, he held the axe hanging on the wall and slashed towards Zeng Ziyang and Jiang Cailing.

"Be careful!" Zeng Ziyang blocked in front of Jiang Cailing, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the owner of the village, and the two figures were entangled together, and others didn't have time to see their moves.

The daggers and axes were wielded, with a fierce momentum, and the candles in the room were extinguished one by one by the rapid sword wind, and the room was suddenly pitch black.

During this time, Jiang Cailing was not idle, strode to the window, and set off a signal flare towards the sky.

"Uhhh

The originally silent night sky was illuminated by fireworks, and the bright light of the moment illuminated the expressions of everyone in the room, and a dark color flashed in the eyes of the owner of the village, and the movements of his hands became more ruthless, but the movements under his feet moved towards the door.

"Give it to me!" The owner of the village screamed at the door.

Zeng Ziyang was worried that Jiang Cailing, who didn't know kung fu, was in danger, and at the moment he was slightly distracted, he heard a "bang", and the wooden door was closed in an instant.

Zeng Ziyang looked at the door before the crack closed, the owner of the village standing outside the door smiled strangely, pulled out a fire fold from his waist, and threw it straight in.

When he was about to push the door out, he found that the wooden door had been locked from the outside.

The fire folded on the tablecloth, and in an instant, the speed of the fire spread, and the raging fire was accompanied by thick smoke and glowing white light.

The strange scream of the owner of the village just now was not a false shot, the originally open window was locked by someone outside, and the two of them were buns in the steamer, and there was no way.

Gunpowder!

There's gunpowder in the room!

What kind of disaster would it be if gunpowder met an open flame?

Jiang Cailing's back ridge was cold for a while, and she ran to the secret room with the only teapot in the room and poured it on the gunpowder.

Gunpowder that comes into contact with water loses a large part of its power, but the teapot is not enough to soak all the gunpowder......

"What should I do?" Zeng Ziyang asked Jiang Cailing helplessly, after all, he was a careless weak-crowned young man, and he had already been at a loss in the face of such a thing.

Jiang Cailing didn't have any way now, there was a raging flame in her apricot eyes, and there was despair in her eyebrows.

Holding the jade pendant on his waist tightly in his hand, the hope of desperately living seemed to be rekindled all over his body, with a somewhat resolute look in his eyes, "Take a gamble." ”

The door to the chamber was quickly closed, and with the door in the way, the gunpowder should not explode for a while.

Then, Jiang Cailing took out a medicine bottle from her sleeve.

Pouring two black pills on the palm of her hand, she squatted in front of Zeng Ziyang and said calmly, "This is a fake death pill, which can make people stop breathing after taking it." ”

In most fires, the deceased was not actually burned to death, but choked by the smoke.

Zeng Ziyang also knew that if they could not inhale the smoke before the rescue came, their chances of survival would be greatly increased.

With a twist in his heart, he swallowed the pill in Jiang Cailing's hand.

The attack of the fake death pill is that two people hide in the corner of the room for a certain period of time, and the fire here is relatively small, and it will not burn here for a while.

"Bang-la-" A beam not far away was burned and crackled down, kicking up black smoke and dust on the ground.

"Ahem, if I die, help me persuade my master and let him mourn." Zeng Ziyang's beautiful face was stained with a little black ash, and he said with a wry smile.

If her parents hadn't sold her into the palace back then, her younger brother at that time would have been as old as Zeng Ziyang now.

With a sigh in her heart, Jiang Cailing comforted her: "The national teacher can calculate the heavens and the earth, you are his disciple, and you will not have a short life." ”

"Really?" Hearing this, Zeng Ziyang's eyes sparkled under the reflection of the fire.

After a while, his head gradually became dizzy, but he was reluctant to really close his eyes.

He was afraid, he would never wake up again.

So, he said with high spirits, "No matter how powerful Master is, he didn't count your appearance, you must be my nemesis!" ”

Although he said this, there was no initial hostile look in his eyebrows.

Jiang Cailing raised her lips and was happy in her suffering, "Each other." ”

Before Zeng Ziyang fell into a blur for a while, he seemed to hear Jiang Cailing vaguely say something.

"If I don't get out alive, remember to ask Su Qingcheng for that thing on my behalf."

What do you want?

However, before he could ask, he fell into a complete fainting.

……

When he woke up again, Zeng Ziyang saw a smoky blue tent as soon as he opened his eyes, the light fabric was hazy and shallow, and the dark fragrance was floating.

I moved my eyes slightly, and saw the smoke not far away, and the brilliant light came from nowhere, illuminating the darkness of the room, as if the soaring fairy energy, and the spirit was compelling.

He, this is in the Heavenly Palace? Is this the fairy world?

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency!"

A huge face suddenly appeared in front of him, Zeng Ziyang was startled, and when he looked closely, he realized that it was his personal servant.

"Ashan, where is this?"

Ah Shan was shocked and trembled and said, "My lord, you won't be amnesia, this is our house!" ”

Zeng Ziyang scolded in a low voice: "Bastard, I don't even know what my house looks like, what the hell is this damn curtain tent, what about the dark blue cloud brocade tent before?" Swap it back for me! ”

"This is Madame's favorite color, are you really amnesia, my lord!" Ah Shan cried a handful of snot and tears, "Don't worry, my lord, the little one who watched the play said that this is normal, don't worry, Mrs. will not remarry." ”

Zeng Ziyang was confused, sat up straight from the bed, and kicked Ah Shan straight, "Where is the lady?" I don't even have a fiancée in your family, so you can find a smoke! ”

"Madame, Madam, save Ashan, the young master is crazy!" Ah Shan crawled to the door of the room and said to the woman who had just entered the door.

The woman turned against the light and couldn't see her face clearly, but judging from the silhouette, the bun on the top of her head looked like a married woman's dress.

Zeng Ziyang frowned, "Who are you, how did you enter my mansion?" Ah Shan, what are you still doing in a daze, why don't you kick people out quickly! ”

The woman got closer and closer, and her own powerful aura made Zeng Ziyang can't help but shrink back.

The woman's voice was melodious, and she said quietly, "I just got married, and I turned my face and didn't recognize anyone?" My husband! ”

This voice is a little familiar.

Zeng Ziyang looked at it, only to see that the woman had a pair of cunning and narrow water-cut apricot eyes, a small nose with a straight tip, full lips, and a red and soft ......

Lord of Yunyang!?

"Ahh Zeng Ziyang roared and woke up from his dream suddenly, his forehead covered with a slight cold sweat.

After seeing the Roman gauze tent above his head, which was no longer smoky blue, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Are you awake?"

A familiar voice came, Zeng Ziyang tilted his head stiffly, only to see Jiang Cailing looking at him with a smile.

Zeng Ziyang had an illusory sense that he couldn't tell the difference between a dream and reality, and asked uncertainly, "You're not my wife, are you?" ”

Jiang Cailing frowned, raised her hand and approached Zeng Ziyang, and without saying anything, she put the back of her cool hand on Zeng Ziyang's forehead, thinking in her heart: It's not hot, since the fever has subsided, why are you still delirious and talking nonsense?

So, she put her hand on the back of the other party's neck again, and after feeling that the temperature of the back of her neck was not hot, Jiang Cailing suspected that there was something wrong with her heart, and raised her hand and put her hand on the heart on her chest.

Feeling Jiang Cailing's hand on herself, Zeng Ziyang waved her hand away like a woman from a good family who had been contaminated with innocence by her son, and said chastly: "I won't obey you!" You're dead to this heart! ”

Jiang Cailing's expression between her eyebrows became more solemn, and she said to Cui Ping, who was standing behind her, "Aunt Cui, let's hire a professional Langzhong, I think this person is crazy." ”

The two men left, and he was the only one left in the room.

Thinking of the dream and Jiang Cailing's movements just now, Zeng Ziyang's heart seemed to be crazy, beating vigorously and thumping.

He clutched his chest, and the tip of his heart couldn't help but tremble.

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