Qu Lingfeng walked for three days without any news.

In the early morning of the fourth day, Luo Ci was awakened by an exclamation. The sky was miraculous, and half of the sky above the direction of Lin'an was red. Many people stood outside the courtyard wearing their coats to watch this rare spectacle; some even said, "If a vision appears in the sky, there will be trouble in the world," they immediately set up incense sticks and kneel on the ground to pray for blessings; and some good deeds rushed into the city overnight to inquire for news.

Luo Porcelain looked up at the fiery red mid-air, and in the dark night, he felt extremely hideous.

After making trouble like this for half the night, the Wu couple coaxed Luo Ci and Qu Fei to sleep, and sat all night with Feng Mofeng who rushed over in the hall.

However, how can you sleep on such a night? Luo Porcelain turned over and lay on his side, right in front of the half-open window. The strange red in the distant sky did not fade with the passage of time, but became more and more intense.

In the end, listening to Qu Fei's rough and shallow breathing, he stayed up until dawn with his eyes open. Luo Porcelain covered Qu Fei with the small quilt that she kicked over, got up lightly, and sighed in her heart that it was good to be a child. Don't know anything, don't worry about anything.

When the morning sun hung on the wall, the person who went to inquire about the news returned. The truth is that the Rongwang Mansion in Lin'an City is a bizarre fire, the fire is spreading widely, and it is being rescued.

Unfortunately, King Rong's Mansion is Zhao Yao's maiden home.

Waiting is a hard thing to do. In the three days that Qu Lingfeng has been gone, even Luo Porcelain has smelled uneasy, let alone Feng Wu and the others. Feng Mofeng stomped his cane and said, "No, Senior Brother Qu hasn't come back yet, I can't rest assured, I have to go and see." ”

"But Uncle Feng ......"

As soon as Mrs. Wu spoke, she was pulled by Wu Mianfeng and shook her head. Instead, he earnestly instructed Feng Mofeng: "Be careful!"

It's night, Lin'an, the palace, the vertical arch hall.

The huge palace was brightly lit, and Emperor Zhao Guang stood in front of the Qing case. With one hand behind him, the other hand is in his hand, and the pen is on plain white rice paper. Zhang Lin, the eunuch who was standing outside the palace, suddenly shouted respectfully: "Your Majesty, Lord Yin of the Mansion asks to see you." ”

"Xuan!" Zhao Kuo did not pause in his hand.

Hearing the permission, Zhang Lin pushed open the door and let Fu Yin Han Yan in, and closed it from the outside.

Han Yanxuan entered the hall, stopped and stood at a distance of ten steps away from Zhao Kuo, lifted up his clothes and bowed to the Son of Heaven to say goodbye.

Zhao Kuo didn't raise his head, he kept concentrating on drawing his own paintings, and after stopping his pen, he looked at it twice before raising his hand to beckon Han Yanxuan over: "Han Aiqing came just in time, come and see how I painted this picture of spring rain?"

Han Yanxuan walked over quickly, picked up the new painting from the desk with both hands, and gently blew the ink stains on the paper that had not dried: "As the saying goes, 'Last night's rain, providence Su Qunwu.'" What is the most prophetic, the void court grass fights out. 'The emperor's dragon pen shines, between the hook, the hook, the dot, and the dye, a grass and a tree, a stone and a pavilion all show the spring!"

Zhao Kuo is deeply aware of his painting skills, and he doesn't mind Han Yanxuan's flattery. Speaking of which, this Han Yanxuan can be regarded as his brother-in-law, his wife, and the former Queen Han is Han Yanxuan's sister. Although the soul is gone, the love is still there.

Turned around and sat down on the dragon chair, gently rubbing his temples: "How is the matter of King Rong's Mansion?"

"Back to the emperor, since the disappearance of Princess Yaohua, it was announced that the princess was suffering from a stubborn illness, and now there is such a thing, it is Weichen who saw the princess drink the wine, and Prince Rong announced that the princess had been ill for a long time and died of illness on the same day. Originally, it was fine, but the night before, a man visited the Rongwang Mansion at night to make trouble in the mourning hall, and robbed the princess's body, so he set a fire and threatened to let the Rongwang Mansion accompany the funeral......"

Han Yanxuan hunched his waist and said for a while, then raised his eyes to look at Zhao Kuo's expression before he continued: "The fire spread widely, affecting the surrounding mansions and houses, and there were countless dead and injured!"

Zhao Kuo sighed deeply, walked out of the hall with his hands in his hands, and Han Yanxuan hurriedly stepped forward to open the door. Zhao Kuo stood under the corridor, the firelight reflected the red sky above Lin'an, Zhao Kuo stood under the corridor, as if he could still hear the wail from the fire. Lowering his eyes, his right hand stroked the dragon-shaped jade pendant symbolized by the emperor on his waist and rubbed it carefully, and said, "It's been a day and a night!"

There was a deep compassion in the very soft voice.

"Weichen should be damned!" As Han Yanxuan said this, all the guards in the surrounding area knelt on the ground and pleaded guilty.

"Weichen deserves to die, it's Weichen who is incompetent, and he can't put out the fire for a day and a night, and save the people of Lin'an in danger. ”

Zhao Kuo didn't answer this, but just asked, "Where is the arsonist now?"

Han Yan bowed his body: "I have escaped, but Weichen has already rounded up with reliable people." ”

Zhao Kuoyan didn't say anything when he heard this, and walked towards the hall. Zhang Lin got up and hurriedly waved his hand to disperse the kneeling guards, and followed Zhao Kuo step by step. Seeing this, Han Yanxuan hurriedly straightened up and knelt down for a few steps to stop Zhao Kuo from bowing again: "Your Majesty, the minister has something unclear, look at Your Majesty!"

Zhao Kuo frowned, took a half step back and distanced himself from him, and stood still: "Quasi-play!"

"As far as Wei Chen knows, Princess Yaohua is on the run...... During her abduction, she gave birth to a daughter. Now that the eldest princess Yaohua has passed away, and King Rong's mansion has been burned, I don't know what to do with that little baby?"

Zhao Kuo glanced up at the crimson sky and sighed: "Childish innocent......"

Before the words were finished, Han Yanxuan bowed to the ground again and shouted: "Your Majesty, the face of the heavenly family is important!"

Zhao Kuo clenched his hand in the dragon robe, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a trace of self-deprecating arc, which slowly enlarged on his face, and finally laughed out loud. The laughter was so strange in the quiet of the night that the guards who stood guard frequently looked sideways. Looking at Zhao Kuo again, there were tears of laughter in the corners of his eyes, Zhang Lin stepped forward and helped Zhao Kuo: "Your Majesty, take care of the dragon body!"

Zhao Kuo didn't care, he laughed enough to himself before he brushed his sleeves and turned to Han Yanxuan who was kneeling on the ground and said, "What Aiqing said is very true, just do what Aiqing said." I have this good minister, God bless me Da Song!"

After speaking, regardless of everyone's reaction, he strode into the hall. Zhang Lin sighed and followed.

Zhao Kuohui sat on the dragon chair with an expressionless face. I looked at the picture of the spring rain that I had just drawn earlier, and now the ink stains have dried. In the end, Zhao Kuo still flipped his fingers and folded the rice paper in half. The latter was raised expressionlessly and hung above the flickering candle flame, and the fire quickly caught the dry paper and ignited. The black pupils reflected two clusters of firelight, and after a moment, the firelight was extinguished, but the eyes were unconcealably gray. Black paper ash floated everywhere. Zhao Kuo stretched out his hand and flicked it on the imperial case, and instantly his hands and sleeves were stained. He didn't seem to notice at all, and took a piece of rice paper and spread it on the desk. Pick a wolf and dip it in ink, hang it on the paper but don't put pen to paper for a long time. The ink dripped onto the paper, blurring the blackness.

This night, Zhao Kuo still didn't paint the second painting in the end. just sat on the dragon chair all night, Zhang Lin persuaded him a few times, but he didn't dare to go down, so he had to stay up all night.

"Zhang Lin ......"

Seeing that the Son of Heaven who had been dressed up as a statue on the dragon chair all night finally spoke, Zhang Lin exhaled, and stepped forward with his legs trembling from standing all night to listen: "The slave is here!"

"My diet for the next month will be vegetarian, you should pay attention!"

Zhang Lin opened his mouth in surprise, but he couldn't say anything after all. He just bowed his body a little lower: "The minion made a note of it...... The emperor is sympathetic to the people, and eating fast for the victims is the blessing of the people, and it is the luck of my Great Song Dynasty!"

Zhao Kuo waved his hand tiredly: "It's time to go to the court early, go get my court clothes." ”

Besides, the few people in Hongmei Village who are waiting for news, I am afraid that except for Qu Fei, who does not know the world, they are all living like years. That girl is not afraid of life at all, except for the occasional father on the first day, she has never cried or made trouble, and has made herself like a fat mud monkey every day.

There is a song that is not hilarious, which somewhat distracts everyone's attention, and the atmosphere is not so depressing. But with the passage of time, even Wu Mianfeng, who is very calm and very calm on weekdays, is anxious.

In the end, they didn't wait for Qu Lingfeng or Feng Mofeng, but they waited for a team of officers and soldiers.