The fire burned strangely, Cen Yao rushed back overnight and thoroughly inspected the entire palace, but in the end to no avail.

Some people say that God didn't want a traitor like Cen Yao to continue to live in the palace, so he sent down the heavenly fire as a warning.

Cen Yao is now a dragon, with divine power, God will not let him die, so he will bring disaster to Concubine Zhuang Ding Bao's head.

Some people also say that this is because Concubine Zhuang has done all the bad things, and retribution is coming, who made her insatiable to loot so many people's fat and ointment, God can't stand it anymore, so he wants to burn her to death.

The rumors are becoming more and more evil, the ancients are backward in thinking, and when they encounter things that are not clearly explained, they will talk about ghosts and gods.

But the delay in finding the source of the fire made Cen Yao's heart lift, although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, he didn't want to take any risks.

If Ding Bao hadn't crawled out of the palace that night, the consequence would have been that there would have been no corpse.

Soon after, Cen Yao ordered Concubine Zhuang to be secretly sent out of the palace and placed in a manor on the outskirts of the capital to recuperate.

Ding Bao's arm was burned, and the dense blood blisters covered the entire arm, and as soon as Cen Yao saw her injury that day, he was furious on the spot and directly executed the palace maid who was on duty that night.

After leaving the palace, the weather became hotter, although the manor was close to the mountains and rivers, it was hot, and Ding Bao's injured arm was inflamed over and over again, and even pus came out in the most serious cases.

In order to keep the wound clean, the accompanying physician could only use a silver needle to pick up all the pus, squeeze out the pus, and bleed.

The best scald medicine was applied, and finally the weather turned cold, and the wound was better, and Ding Bao fell out of bed because of confusion at the onset of the disease, and the wound was rubbed and bleeding again.

This cycle of torture made Ding Bao pale all day long, and her tears were about to dry up for Cen Yao's distress.

In order to let the temperature of the house cool down, he sent someone to transport ice cubes from the cold cellar more than 100 miles away every morning, in order to make Ding Bao's wound heal faster, he spent time and effort to find hundreds of private pharmacy workshops, begged for home remedies and medicines, and coaxed Ding Bao to take it softly.

Burns are not easy to treat.

What's more, Ding Bao's injuries are too serious, and the burned beam is smashed, and now his arm is even difficult to lift.

As soon as he heard that his right arm might never be lifted, Ding Bao lay on Cen Yao's body and shed pitiful tears, these teardrops were like hot sparks, dripping on Cen Yao's heart, and he couldn't sit still.

Since he was injured and came to the other hospital, Ding Bao hasn't smiled for a long time.

Cen Yao knew that she was depressed, so he set up a stage for her in the courtyard and sang songs to her every day.

But these are not enough, Cen Yao knows what can make Ding Bao really happy, so he finally took the initiative to bring it up.

"Shall I transport all the treasures in the palace to you? You like things of gold and silver, and you don't get so bored when you look at them every day. ”

When Ding Bao heard this, he really smiled shallowly, this smile was like a spring breeze blowing across the river, rippling and refreshing for Cen Yao.

She was happy, and he was happier than she was.

"Okay, I'll send someone to transport things tomorrow, don't cry."

The man coaxed awkwardly.

He has never done any of these things, he only knows how to blindly use Ding Bao's favorite things to please her.

This sincere emotion made Ding Bao in a trance for a while.