When no one was around, she sat silently by the window alone, looking down at the layers of gauze wrapped around her arms.

Bazahei sensed that her mood was abnormal, so he couldn't help but ask.

"Why don't you tell Cen Yao directly when you want to leave the palace, but instead set fire to the palace? And deliberately burned his arm like this, so that he was not afraid of setting himself on fire and losing his life? ”

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in this sentence.

Because all of Ding Bao's plans were made by her, Bazha Hei was defenseless at all, and he watched Ding Bao spill wine and burn a council hall next to the Fengtian Temple, taking advantage of the east wind that night to help the flames blow directly to the Fengtian Temple.

The fire burned, and Ding Bao instinctively walked out unharmed, but she kept standing in front of the fire, waiting silently.

That night, the firelight illuminated her whole body, and the tongue of fire spread loudly, almost climbing up Ding Bao's skirt, and she still didn't move, Baza Hei almost thought that Ding Bao was going to commit suicide.

But just when he was overwhelmed and incompetent, Ding Bao began to take a step back again, followed by her put her arm on the windowsill, and looked up quietly as the falling beam above her head smashed on her arm.

The black heart of the smashed bazaar was numb, and the whole body was stunned for a long time without moving, looking at Ding Bao's burned arm, he forgot to speak for a while.

In this way, Ding Bao set fire to the palace, and deliberately set her body on fire, and finally ended up like this, all of which she did herself.

From beginning to end, Baza Hei didn't see any fear or helplessness on her face, she was calm and terrifying, and even when the fire burned on her body, she could accurately calculate the time to escape.

After that night, Bazahei looked at Ding Bao again, and only felt that this human being was becoming more and more complicated, her laughter was not laughing, her crying was not crying, her good was not good, her bad was not bad, what she showed was never her true appearance, but the appearance she wanted you to see.

This extremely rational and selfish character is terrifying.

Baza was stunned in his heart, and then lit a candle for Cen Yao in his heart.

The villain who can turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain has become a plasticine for her to knead in front of Ding Bao.

And what is the purpose behind this fire?

"Tell me, I'm a little curious."

Not only was he a little curious, he was dying of curiosity, and he felt uncomfortable as if there were ants crawling.

Ding Bao ignored it, raised his arm with bared teeth and walked out, saying as he walked.

"You'll know right away, time is running out, you have to get to work quickly."

Ding Bao didn't lie to it, and three days later, Bazahei knew her purpose.

The gold and silver treasures transported from the palace were robbed on the way, even if the escort was a well-trained brocade guard, and there were more than a dozen secret guards in the secret protection, but the people who came to rob were the imperial guards who had disappeared for more than half a year, and after the palace change, these people escorted the river carp to disappear, and after half a year, they reappeared, and they got the letter from somewhere, robbed a third of the things, and killed a lot of brocade guards.

The looted things were all the simplest of gold and silver, and the treasures were the same.

More than ten boxes of gold and silver, nearly 30 million taels, an astonishing amount.

When the news reached Ding Bao's ears, Cen Yao was also beside her.

Thirty million taels, piles of gold higher than a mountain, are gone.

Ding Bao twitched in heartache, and then looked at Cen Yao, his face was solemn.