When this riot reached the Heart Cultivation Palace, Jiang Huaiyang was reviewing and reviewing several cases.

The affairs of the Rong family are over, but there are still people who are not angry about the light punishment that Concubine Shu has received, and keep admonishing him to give Concubine Shu death. And the most fierce ones are none other than those officials who have daughters in the palace.

The door to the main hall was pushed open with an annoying noise.

He lifted his eyelids and looked.

Wen Pheasant swallowed subconsciously, "Your Majesty, Luo Meixuan...... Luo Meixuan is gone, and Concubine Jinniang is still inside, I don't know what the situation is. ”

As soon as the pen in his hand froze, the vermilion stained a large piece of paper.

He didn't say anything, threw down the pen, and went in the direction of Luo Meixuan, and his steps unconsciously accelerated more and more, so that Wen Pheasant behind him had to run in broken steps to keep up.

In front of her palace, the fire had spread to the courtyard, and a few plum trees had been climbed, and the plum blossoms that were still flourishing during the day were now in ruins, and there was only a red plum left, still standing proudly on the branches.

His first thought was that the flower was burned out, and she didn't know how sorry she should be when she saw it.

Everyone spared their lives, the fire was so big, none of those palace people dared to go in to find someone, but they each found something to do, or brought water or reported, so that they didn't look so unsatisfied.

And now that they see the new emperor coming, they have saluted.

Jiang Huaiyang glanced at those palace people, sneered, and walked towards Luomei Xuan.

Wen Pheasant only glanced at it, and stayed behind to arrange for someone to continue to fetch water and extinguish the fire. It's not that he doesn't worry about His Majesty, but he grew up with him since he was a child, and he really knows each other too well, even if he looks at him, he can be happy.

He knew that His Majesty would not let anything happen to him.

In the light of the fire, Jiang Huaiyang kicked open the crumbling door and stepped into the smoke. The usual warm and tidy place is now a mess, the big red sprinkled soft curtain is falling under the fire, the Bogu frame is toppling, the furnishings are falling to the ground, and there is almost nowhere to stay.

There was an unwarranted sense of panic in his heart.

Fang Cai's indifference was shattered by the scene in front of him, because of the last arson escape, he always thought that she would not let anything happen to him, but now that he saw it, Fang Cai really had a real sense of her being caught in the fire.

His thoughts were blank, and he didn't dare to stagnate, looking around for the figure.

In the room, Ruan Yuyi and the two hid in a bathtub full of water, the water wrapped around her body had already cooled, and she was still wearing a thin snow-white bedclothes.

The light of the fire lit up her eyes, and tears were already in her eyes because of the smoke.

Everywhere they looked, there was a fire, trapping the two of them in this square inch. The uneasiness finally came over her, and she was asked to believe that someone would come to save her. Maybe it makes more sense that His Majesty will just ignore it.

She suddenly remembered A-Niang who was far away in Wuzhou, and when she parted, A-Niang's earnest advice to her. A-Niang only has one child, and she can't let A-Niang's closest relatives fold in this deep palace.

She pursed her lips, her fingertips clutching her cloak white. She knew she couldn't just give up.

Although the fire was fierce, she couldn't just wait for others to save her.

She stood up and stepped out of the tub, a small puddle of water falling from her coat at her feet. If this continues, they will suffocate in it.

Mu Xiang also got up, her eyes shining firmly, "Miss." "Whatever Miss does, she will follow.

Ruan Yuyi bowed slightly, her eyes wandering around the room. It is obviously unrealistic to get water to fight the fire, compared to the raging fire in front of her, all her water is just a drop in the bucket.

Her gaze fell on the screen in front of her.

"Muxiang, you think we can afford to move this screen?" What if you use this to block the fallen roof beam at the door?

But if it doesn't work, they have to give it a try, they have no other way.

Ruan Yuyi really overestimated her strength. This screen should stand firmly, and there is a person tall, and it looks light, but it is actually extremely heavy. And she, a pampered woman, has no strength to move this screen.

She clutched the edge of the screen, intent on pushing forward. The woody incense is on the other side.

Her hands were flushed, and there was a dull ache coming from them, and the room was so hot from the fire that a thin sweat cloth covered her greasy forehead, and her apricot eyes were filled with tears.

She didn't dare to let go, and she couldn't let go.

"Nguyen Yuyi—"

Someone outside faintly called her name, word by word, with a long end note.

The sound seemed to break something, her eyelashes trembled, and the tears in her eyes finally couldn't hold back, rolling down, and she could no longer pretend to be strong. Her lips pursed, and it took a long time for her voice to regain her voice.

She answered him with a loud voice.

Jiang Huaiyang outside naturally heard the movement, and his footsteps approached.

A figure in a dark robe appeared outside the door. The two of them were separated by a beam of a burning roof that was so thick that one arm could not wrap it, and they leaned against the door.

The fire on the beam distorted the air, and the face of the little lady a few steps away also appeared distorted, and the beautiful color could be vaguely distinguished, and it was even more beautiful under the fire light.

Her heart tightened, and she unconsciously took a step forward, "Your Majesty." ”

"Stay away." He said coldly.

She pursed her lips and stepped back until she reached the unmoved screen. Looking sideways, the wet place was already semi-dry.

Suddenly, the cabinet on one side collapsed, pressing down the beams of the room, revealing the scene outside—the wall collapsed, which was shocking. And the cabinet was placed on the beams of the house, like a terrace, and the fire was extinguished.

A few steps away, the boy in the dark clothes stretched out his hand to her and motioned for her to come over.

The light of the fire made his eyes shine endlessly.

Her heart moved slightly, and she walked towards him, and then, walking faster and faster.

She skimmed the hand and threw herself into his solid arms. The body of the person in front of him was obviously stiff, ignoring her wet clothes, and then hugged her tightly, and the two clothes were entangled, as if they were about to merge together.

He hugged this soft body and escorted her out of Luomei Xuan, and all the scorching heat and smoke were left behind.

One Xuan, one white and one palace maid, when the three shadows came out of the sea of fire, there was a faint exclamation in the palace world.

The little lady in her arms seemed to be still in the back of her fear, clutching his sleeves tightly, her body trembled slightly, and there were tears under her eyes, so pitiful.

It seems that she only depends on him, and he is the only one to rely on.

Jiang Huaiyang's heart was very soft. He never knew that he would do such a thing for a little lady.

She made a big mistake, and thousands of soldiers died because of her unintentional act, and he thought that she was being bullied to get back that grudge. He thought he would be happy to see her buried in the fire—

This is not the case.

Hearing that Luo Meixuan was out of the water, he didn't even dare to hesitate for a moment, and he never thought about what if it was her plan to get out this time, compared to these, he was more afraid of where she would hurt.

He knew she couldn't be more afraid of pain.

Until he saw people trotting towards him, his heart was still beating like a drum. She was afraid, and he was not afraid.

He boasted that he had always had no last resort, and as soon as he ascended the throne, he quickly took the court into his own hands. can be calculated by thousands of calculations, but if he misses it, he will think about this delicate and innocent sinner.

Maybe when Vice Admiral Yuan sees it, he will blame him.

He grabbed her. He didn't want to care about it, so he asked him to be a faint king.

The thing in his heart beat violently as if it was punishing him, as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

(End of chapter)