Chapter 8: Fire Qingliangdian

Suddenly, there was an impulse in Sang Yuan's heart.
More than ever, she wants to leave this dark place and go to Sangzhou.
Stay away from these terrible guys.
Han Shaoling raised his hand and pressed heavily on her shoulder.
She didn't dare to move, just like a prey whose throat was held by a predator. She knew that once Han Shaoling really did such a terrible thing about Meng Wuyou, then he would no longer be half-empty in front of her, and he would go to the hall and take her completely.
She will be with such a man and share him with a body that is not human or ghost.
There was a shudder in her heart, but her posture was still upright, and her expression was completely calm.
At this moment, she can only pray that Meng Wuyou will continue her luck.
Han Shaoling's complexion was still pale, but he was no longer in a state of horror and depression. He waved back his maid and asked Sang to pour wine for him.
"Jing Youzhou King!" Han Shaoling smiled and drank his wine, and said loudly, "Sang'er, full!"
Sang served wine far away, and sat quietly.
She felt like a good woman who was exiled into a cottage.
Sitting next to Han Shaoling, as long as you raise your eyes, you can see the opposite lifeless.
You Wuming looks a little distracted, leaning her jaw slightly, looking at the starry sky outside the palace, and pours herself out.
"Oh." Suddenly, he smiled softly and said, "King Hanju, are you so afraid of me?"
Han Shaoling's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his inquiring eyes fell on the other's slightly delicate throat.
You Wuming said casually: "The play is played out one by one, is it because I am afraid that I will be bored for a while and slaughter you, the capital city of Korea?"
Han Shaoling glanced outward with his gaze, and then he saw a thick smoke, and the fierce firelight had jumped out of the eaves.
The newspaper's inner servant hurried to the rush: "Report-the Qingliang Palace was on fire, and the fire took advantage of the wind to spread to the Fengxu Palace! The commander is already fighting the fire!"
You Wuming didn't take herself as an outsider at all. He heard the words, stood up by the table, and walked out lazily.
Han Shaolin took a deep breath and strode to keep up. The hundred officials in the palace hurriedly pushed open the table and climbed up, followed by the prince to the scene.
Linggu took the cloak from the maid's tray and tied it up far away, holding her to see the excitement from a distance.
The fire burned from the Qingliangdian.
Han Shaoling just ordered the personal guard to start worrying about the dream in the Qingliang Hall.
This happened.
The guards in the palace are all practitioners. They carried a huge wooden bucket full of water, took water from the moat, ran back, and dumped a ton of water in a fire. point.
Others stood up from the top down, smashing a whole bucket of water from the roof of the temple like splashing rain, making a huge roar, and splashing countless white flowers and small drops of water.
There are many wooden ornaments in the harem, with huge carved wooden windows and wooden doors connected to the top. The hall is also decorated with layers of tents, which quickly burned.
The fire was quickly extinguished, leaving only wet smoke.
The Qingliangdian was burnt through, and the nearby Fengxudian was tragically affected and burned for a small half.
The situation is certain, and everyone was relieved, and began to prepare for the aftermath.
Seeing that the bodyguard commander was entangled, he escorted two people who came to Han Shaoling in front of him.
You Yingyue and Jiang Jinyuan.
Han Shaoling: "..."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
This is purely an accident.
She just wanted to save Jiang Jinyuan's life and, by the way, scared Youyingyue.
Who can think of a fire?
You Yingyue is really terrified, like a little chicken cub, hug Han Shaoling and don’t let go: "Han Lang! Han Lang! He, he ran to my temple, set me on fire! Han Lang made the decision for me Ah oh oh... I'm so scared oh oh..."
You Yingyue was so arrogant in the past, a large part of the reason is that there is a gray clothing strong person beside her-she kills and sets fire at the front, and the gray clothing will always give her a finishing touch. Now that the gray clothing was executed by Han Shaoling, she seemed to have lost her eyes and arms. When she encountered another incident, her mind collapsed immediately.
Jiang Jinyuan was also terrified. He was awakened by the smoke, and he opened his eyes confusedly, and found himself lying on a bed with Han Shaoling’s wife, and the thick smoke outside the account scared him once he was born and the second Buddha ascended to heaven. And greeted her to flee.
As a result, the woman was unable to figure out how to pull him and yelled. When the two were entangled, they saw someone carrying a huge bucket and rushed into the temple. The head gave the two men and women on the bed a cool heart.
It's really inexplicable.
"Teacher, it's not my fire. I don't know how I was there...I didn't do anything, really teacher..."Jiang Jinyuan was like a small chicken that was hit by a heavy rain. .
"Han Lang is the master for me, oh, oh... quack!" You Yingyue was crying halfway, and suddenly saw You Wuming standing beside her with a smile, and she was so scared that her tears and her nose were all suffocated, wet The through clothes seemed to freeze in an instant, and she shivered like a bran.
"Wang Wang Wang, brother." She let go of Han Shaoling, two battles, and moved to Youyou.
I wanted to pray for a long time, and I didn't want to go halfway, but my legs were soft and I fell straight down.
You Wuming chuckled aloud.
"Sister Wang, I haven't seen it in a few years, but I'm more polite than before. It seems that Hanzhou King is well-trained."
As soon as the man opened his mouth, it seemed that he had brought a halo of silence, and there was no sound in the blink of an eye.
Occasionally, Jiaomu crackled and appeared unusually abrupt.
Jiang Jinyuan was also frightened.
The whole ruin of the fire site, like a silent enchantment, froze strangely. All the focus was on Youyingyue, waiting for her to break the deadlock.
You Yingyue simply fainted.
You Wuming's face was weird. She stepped forward two steps, held out a hand, and pinched the thick pattern on the collar of Youyingyue with her thumb and forefinger. Like a little bug, she lifted her upper body. stand up.
He bowed slightly, turned his head sideways, looked at You Yingyue's face, and then looked innocently to Han Shaolin: "Wang Mei sees me and is so happy that she faints."
He dropped Youyingyue, stood up, wiped his hands with another piece of silk cloth, and squinted at Jiang Jinyuan.
Jiang Jinyuan shrank from behind Han Shaoling.
"Ah," You Wuming sighed. "The King of Hanzhou is really generous, and the arrival of the noble guests in the heavens, let me this Wang Mei entertain hospitality...... It's really ceremonial."
Han Shaoling's face turned blue, carefully protecting Jiang Jinyuan behind him, and said coldly: "Yuzhou Wang Shenyan. There must be a misunderstanding on this matter."
The guards of his men have gathered up, and Jiang Jinyuan has been carefully surrounded in the middle to prevent the sudden death of You Ming.
Everyone feels that today's things are hard to be good.
But seeing You Wuming smiled and raised his arms, his expression was even more harmless: "Youmou is more valuable than Jiang Xiaonei. If you want to come, Brother Han will not disappoint me."
Han Shaoling's face was greener by three points.
You Wuming smiled like a little devil: "Don't send fakes over again, orphans, it's going to be Sang Wangnv."
He said, leaning his head and looking at Xiang Sang, his eyes were meaningful.
Han Shaoling suffocated in his heart and was about to have a seizure, but he saw that the lifeless and wisely turned around and walked away.
Sang far pressed the lingering aunt.
"Nothing." She didn't care.
She turned around and walked towards her Huiyun Temple.
Han Shaoling's sombre voice drifted far away: "To protect Madam Zheng with all my strength, tonight, anyone approaching Huiyun Temple... don't talk about killing!"
Sang far doesn't think you will come home to grab people.
He is not a stupid man with a woman in his head, but he deliberately found Han Shaoling unhappy.
If she didn't guess wrong, You Wuming should do something to the detriment of herself tonight. She didn't know that Han Shaoling was brought into the ditch, and she had no spare time to think about anything else.
Sang far will not remind him.
Men are unreliable. She has pinpointed herself for positioning, everything is in the interest of Sangzhou, where is her natal family, it will also be her ultimate reliance.
As for Youzhou, Hanzhou... It’s not a good thing anyway, let them dog bite it!
This night, it was as calm as Sang far guessed. Even Han Shaoling who wanted to rub against him did not appear.
When the sky was twilight, he dived out of the hall to investigate the Linggu all night and returned with the news.
Linggu's face was very ugly.
It turned out that yesterday, after failing to return to the Qingliang Hall after failing to assassinate the dream, he immediately set the fire and escaped while fighting with her palace staff who were watching her.
When Han Shaoling was sent to deal with her guards and rushed to the Qingliang Hall, the fire had burned up and the scene was in chaos. The guards searched around and found nothing to worry about.
This unlucky guard rummaged through the palace all night, until dawn, when he heard that Han Shaoling's Promise Hall had called seven or eight times hot water.
No wonder no one is found! Dare to hide on the king’s bed!
What is happening in the middle is unknown to outsiders. All in all, Meng Wuyou escaped from the Qingliang Hall and dived into Han Shaoling's Wuji Hall, and after he discovered her, he did not cut her, but regained her old feelings and spoiled her all night.
"It's not a thing!" Ling Gu trembles with anger, "Where does King Hanzhou do this, where is the king's daughter!"
Sang regained his mind far away, unconsciously: "He was such a person."
Yesterday, there was so much bird gas in Youwuming, Han Shaoling had a place to vent his evil fire. Sang Yuan's body has not healed. At this time, Meng Wuyou delivered it to his mouth. How could he let it go?
I don't know. After one night's warm storage, Han Shaoling was still reluctant to move a finger.
Sang smiled with his head down.
Naturally reluctant.
He was talking to Linggu, and he heard footsteps outside.
"Daughter Wang, in any case, Mo has to be angry with him, so as not to make his heart lean towards others." Although Ling Gu was extremely upset, he also suppressed the anger and reminded him lowly.
"Relax."
Han Shaolin came in.
Although it was extremely suppressed, the color of the foot and eyebrows could not be suppressed.
Sang gazed at him from afar.
He hurried over, took her hand, and left and right.
Sang far signaled the aunt to rest assured.
Ling Gu left her mouth with her mouth closed, and gently closed the carved wooden door.
"Sang'er." Han Shaoling's expression was depressed. "Last night, I had a toxic attack, and the woman actually fled into my temple by mistake. I was attacked by the fire and almost killed her."
Sang nodded far away.
"Sang'er, that is by no means a blessing," he explained. "For her, it was actually torture. Sang'er, I can't and will never let you suffer that kind of crime."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Huh? That's great, thank you for the whole family.
He clasped her two small hands in the palm of his hands: "Sang'er, believe me, I have nothing to do with her personal love for her, just use it."
"Oh," Sang asked quietly, "is that still cut? It can be used if cut."
He froze for a while and rubbed her head: "Sang Er is making fun of me! I know, Sang Er is not such a cruel person, peace of mind, this person will never appear in front of you in the future, nor outside No one will know her existence."
Sang smiled far away.
Sure enough, to attack a man, the most convenient battlefield is the bed.