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Before arriving at the water pavilion, the surrounding fire suddenly burst into flames, and the heat wave was overwhelming.
?In order to pursue elegance, most of the buildings in the villa are made of wood, which can be ignited immediately, and can be ignited as soon as it is ignited.
There were already people struggling to put out the fire nearby, and the panicked guests ran away with their heads in their hands. Amidst the chaos and chaos, Shi Baichuan jumped out carrying a scholar who was unconscious from the smoke, and happened to run into Wen Qian and the other two.
"Brother! We found you, are you okay?"
Yang Jin shook his head and said it didn't matter, he just asked how the fire started.
Shi Baichuan gave a brief summary of the long story.
To put it simply, when the party was full of excitement, the Murong family brought out the fireworks prepared in advance, intending to add some atmosphere, but unexpectedly, the fireworks were of inferior quality, and the fuse was lit. Spinning, sweeping thousands of troops and spraying fire in all directions, the sparks splashed on the dry grass, and it was out of control in an instant.
Although there is water here, the fire spreads so fast, and there are other unlit fireworks around, it can't be extinguished for a while.
Taking advantage of the gap between the two of them talking, Wen Qian searched around through the thick smoke, and hurried back: "Did you see Tang Po?"
Shi Baichuan was taken aback by her question, "No."
"What?" Yang Jin raised his hand to shield her from the heat, "Is she not here?"
"No, I didn't find it."
Shi Baichuan hurriedly said: "There are so many people in chaos right now, maybe where to avoid the fire?"
Not wanting to talk to him, Wen Qian turned around and was about to leave, but Yang Jin grabbed her: "Where are you going?"
"I don't worry about her as soon as she gets old."
He hesitated for a moment when he heard the words, and said to Shi Baichuan: "You put out the fire first, and I will go back as soon as I go."
"Eh¡¡"
Wen Qian set her eyes on Yang Jin, looked at him for a long time before moving away, "Let's go."
The two of them walked along the waterside pavilion and asked all the time, and finally met some disciples of the music workshop, and after many twists and turns, they only got one person to give advice.
"Before the fire started, I saw Mrs. Tang going to the garden over there."
After hearing this, Wen Qian scolded: "Why don't you stop her when you see that!?"
The other party was very aggrieved, and lowered his head and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, senior sister, the old lady doesn't want me to follow, so I just"
She didn't want to get angry, she turned her head and dragged Yang Jin towards the garden.
The layout of the pavilions and pavilions is charming. After wandering around for half a stick of incense, I finally found the old lady Tang in the grass, smelling of alcohol and sleeping soundly. The cheeks did not wake up for a long time.
In the end, Yang Jin had no choice but to bend down and carry the old man on his back, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. It's hard to guarantee when the fire will burn. Let's leave first and then make plans."
She supported Tang Po with her hand, and nodded: "Okay."
The fire was getting bigger and bigger, but unexpectedly, it only delayed for a moment. When turning back on the original road, a person jumped out of the wall of fire halfway up the road.
The road was blocked, and even Yang Jin's forehead was sweating a little. He tightened Tang Po's back and told her: "No, take a detour and take a small road, hurry up!"
He was sprinting on the path with strong winds on his side. At first Wen Qian could keep up, but gradually he felt unable to continue. Even so, she gritted her teeth and chased after him, and still had time to spare her energy Ask him: "Master Yang how did you know that there is something wrong with Murong Hongwen's hands?"
She was gasping for breath, her breathing was unsteady.
Yang Jin wanted to persuade her to save some effort, but when he turned around and saw Wen Qian looking at him seriously, he swallowed the words, and ran all the way to answer: "When I first chatted with him, I felt something was wrong. He He invited me to drink tea, but I never touched my teacup. I never saw him stretch out his hand from the beginning to the end. This is one. Second, when you and I were listening outside his bedroom Well, when I found him in his room The furnishings are also very strange, do you still remember that there is a golden cup on the table?"
Wen Qian answered very simply: "I don't remember."
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"That cup has no handle, but has a pipe on the right side."
She suddenly realized: "Does he drink tea by smoking?"
"Yes." Yang Jin stretched out his hand to hold her while jumping over the stone bridge on the water, "Guanglu Temple Minister, Palace Exam Reader, and Murong Hongwen's official positions don't need to write. Besides, this matter My father also mentioned it, so I think there must be something wrong with his hands."
Wen Qian said thoughtfully, "I see."
?Mumu, almost every work is done by two people, one lays the background, the other adds embellishments, and the coordination is seamless.
"But the young master was born with schizophrenia, and when he was a teenager, his hands could no longer use gravity.
"In order to repay the kindness of taking him in, the servant's child helped him paint and write for him. Over time, the young master became famous.
"When the servant's child grows up, he will become the young master's long-term follower. He is not only very accomplished in calligraphy and painting, but also has a great literary talent. He has written many poems, songs and Fu in the name of the young master. to spread."
The elder opened the lid of the tea and watched the mist suddenly gushing out of the cup.
"The young master was still in good health at that time, and he liked to visit brothels, so his attendants followed him in and out of them. One year, the attendants ran into a woman singing an opera in the Jiaofang Division. She sang a new poem written by him, so for a while Xingqi sang a piece of music, unexpectedly, after going back and forth, the two of them became acquainted."
Vaguely hearing Wen Qian's breathing suddenly stagnate, Yang Jin looked sideways slightly, saw the deep sadness in her eyes, frowned inadvertently, lowered his eyes and looked away.
"They have been exchanging letters, but they have never met each other.
"Official prostitutes love to sing his lyrics very much. Almost every time they take the stage, their attendants will come to support them, but the official prostitutes never know that he wrote the lyrics.
"She was originally a young lady of a family, but she fell to this point because she was implicated in a crime committed by her family. Without bail from the Ministry of Criminal Justice, she would never be able to leave the court for the rest of her life.
"In order to save the official prostitute, the entourage quietly lit a fire and took her out of the city overnight. They made an appointment to elope together, but the entourage was worried about the father who was still at the master's house. No matter what, he wanted to go back, so He told the prostitutes"¡ª¡ª
wait for me.
¡ª¡ªTomorrow, I will send Junqiao to pick you up.
This is what Tang Po has kept for most of her life.
Almost at the same time, both Wen Qian and Yang Jin remembered.
Back then, why did he break his promise, and what happened when he returned to Murong's house that night? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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