No matter how fast Li Fushu's feet were, he was one step late, and he didn't hear the whispers of the people when the fire burned first.

Mu Dashao's mouth shook, and he didn't dare to say anything. What if the Li family dislikes them for not doing things well and terminates the win-win relationship?

Although it was a pity to fold Mu Xuefei, the people who went to Beijing after all came to Beijing had never seen the real Miss Mu Er.

During this time, he worked hard, found an obedient and sensible woman, locked her at home, so as not to cause trouble again, and when the auspicious day came to get married, he could also get through the trick. The most important thing is that the father can still save a few burdens of dowry......

As for Zhu Xingchun and Mu Dazhuang, in his heart, he is just a mustard, and he has two cheap lives, so what is the pity of dying?

He was calculating like this, but the people on the side were not roundworms in his stomach.

What's more, there is a girl who everyone has never noticed, standing on tiptoe, her eyes full of anxiety.

Li Fuchao was tall and sharp-eyed, he seemed to feel the burning gaze, turned his head, and met the eyes of the little girl with a double ringed bun.

He was stunned for a moment, and looked beside her, but there was no other slender figure around.

The jacaranda beckoned to him eagerly: "Li Gongzi! ”

Li Fuchao heard this sound clearly.

Ignoring Mu Dashao's attempt to stop him, he stepped over a few positions, squatted down in front of the jacaranda, took out a piece of silk from his arms, and wiped her tears. The speed of speech is very fast: "Your young lady is still there?" ”

The jacaranda is like a child who has been wronged for a long time, and finally sees an adult who can support her, crying and sobbing, unable to say a complete sentence, but nodding vigorously.

The answer got up silently from his frosty eyes, and cut out the eloquent cold front, and Li Fuchao's heart sank suddenly.

No one understood what he was thinking at the moment, not even himself.

He had seen many beautiful and dignified people, but he always forgot them, just like so many women, standing in several rows and squatting in front of him, as if wearing the same mask.

He always felt that if the world suddenly lacked the woman who did a good job of embroidery, there would be a lack of such a woman who could read the poem that he thought was boring and boring - "Spring is late, and the trees are beautiful".

I always feel that there is a feeling of emptiness in my heart.

Li Fu made a gesture to the attendants behind him, and several people instantly understood what he meant, like a few towering mountains, surrounded Mu Dashao and did not allow him to slip away halfway.

"I'll bring your young lady out intact."

After dropping a firm promise, he put on the hood handed to him by the attendant, pursed the corners of his mouth, and poured some cold water on his face, and his hair flowed down the droplets, and the echo was enough to drown out the slightest breath.

Then, as if in a hurry, he plunged headlong into the half-burned shop.

……

The tail of the curtain was torn into strips, and Zhu Xingchun used this rough veil, and his free hands were still vigorously fanning the ashes flying in all directions.

In the other hand, and on her knees, half-lying was a woman who was also wearing a veil, but her whole face was already charred. She didn't even have the strength to lift her fingers, and leaned helplessly on Zhu Xingchun.

Not far away, Mu Dazhuang was lying under a pile of smashed roof beams, his fingers and head were unnaturally crooked, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't move, obviously dead for a long time.

They were half-kneeling between the triangular brackets made of two wooden planks at the moment, and no one could say how long they could hold on. If you continue to be at a loss like this, Mu Dazhuang, who is lying down, is the next fate of Zhu Xingchun.

She gritted her teeth, barely supported the strength of two people with one person, step by step, and slowly moved out with the memory of her own several times.

It wasn't until she was in the hazy soot that she vaguely saw Li Fuchao, whose face was covered with half of his face.

Why is he again......

Is it blinded by ash? But even if she is delirious, this person shouldn't appear in her mind?

Zhu Xingchun barely opened her eyes, and suddenly, she choked violently on a mouthful of dust, and her chest was like two huge bellows stuck, and she couldn't breathe.

The coughing sound quickly attracted Li Fuchao's attention, and he immediately locked on to the direction of Zhu Xingchun.

He whispered, "It's rude." ”

Immediately, with a slight pressure on his elbow, he scooped the woman who was about to fall to the ground so weak that she took it into her arms.

As soon as his feet were in the air, Zhu Xingchun's sanity immediately rebounded a little. She looked down, and Miss Mu Er's body fell to the ground softly as the strength of her hand loosened, and it changed from more air intake and less air out to no movement.

Li Fuchao followed her gaze, squinted at Miss Mu Er on the ground, and collapsed with the bright yellow dress, and then sighed: "It's hopeless." ”

Zhu Xingchun didn't believe in evil, and tested the temperature of her neck with trembling hands, and as if she was frightened, she immediately bounced and dodged.

After patiently waiting for her to accept this fact, Li Fuchao raised his cloak to cover Zhu Xingchun's face to prevent inhaling more dust and burnt smell.

He was just about to leave this ghost place as soon as possible, when he suddenly thought of something, turned around and picked up Miss Mu Er's body.

Bring this to Mu Dashao, and then logically, let him get out of his own industrial chain.

can let his daughters settle in the ground, even if he refuses to admit this favor, the people watching outside can drown him with spit stars one by one.

In the invisible shadows, the corners of Zhu Xingchun's mouth rose slightly.

……

"Look, Li Gongzi is out!"

Everyone's eyes immediately moved over, and even Mu Dashao wiped the cold sweat from the corners of his forehead over and over again, while looking at whether Li Fuchao had rescued Mu Xuefei by the way.

thought he was just a pariah, but he never thought that it was actually Li Gongzi's friend.

Seeing Li Fuchao's urgent appearance, Mu Dashao naturally thought about the relationship between the two to the love of men and women.

It's no wonder that a woman can swagger out and show her head, and spend so much money without blinking, if it is not Li Fuchao's intentional connivance, it can't be said!

For the sake of wishing Xingchun's good reputation, before walking out of the main gate with a thin scorched smell, Li Fuchao let go of her, only carried Miss Mu Er on his back, and walked to Mu Dashao.

The jacaranda was the first to rush forward, combing her makeup with a handkerchief that had already been wet, and did not forget to whisper in her ear: "After this experience, Miss is really hard. ”

Zhu Xingchun only smiled lightly and did not answer.

On the other side, the attendants sloppily moved out of the way.

Li Fuchao drained the strength on his shoulders and laid Miss Mu Er flat on the ground. Then, he never opened his lips so gently as he does now: "Da Shao, the Si people have passed away, please mourn." ”

"Don't forget to comfort Ling Zun when you go back, the prefect is old after all, and he can't withstand the blows again and again."