C116 (2/2)
Their hearts were linked as the Golden Dragon roared into the sky. It took a long period of time before it opened its mouth and spat out a heavy rain.
In the torrential rain, the fire was gradually extinguished. Amidst the thick smoke, cries and cries filled the air. It was an incomparably miserable scene.
Xiaowan did not have the strength to speak anymore. Once again, she entered into darkness, only knowing that her husband was hugging her. Her husband's embrace was the most peaceful place in the world.
In the tavern, when the citizens had left, Uncle Biao and Aunt Zhang let go of each other and the Uncle Biao took their Pig Slaughtering Knife, wanting to save Xiaowan, but in the darkness of the cellar, a dazzling gold light suddenly lit up, Ling Chaofeng ran out from the cellar, directly rushing towards the stables and jumping on his horse.
At this moment, Uncle Biao and Aunt Zhang were standing by the side of the road with lanterns in their hands. Just now, they saw that in the direction of the Baisha Town, the fire was blazing high into the sky.
After waiting for a while, Ling Chaofeng finally returned with Xiaowan on his horse. He jumped off the carriage and rushed into the tavern with the others.
”Auntie, take the scalding medicine, ice water, scissors …”
Ling Chaofeng repeated his instructions, and after he placed Xiaowan down, he tore off her clothes. Xiaowan's legs, from the knees down, had already been burnt to the point where they were not even recognizable as white bones.
”Late at night, wake up, late at night …” Ling Chaofeng slapped Xiaowan's face. He was afraid that his wife would pass away in her coma.
Xiaowan's consciousness gradually returned, but the moment she did so, the intense pain engulfed her life, and she felt that she was really going to die soon.
”Husband, I'm sorry …” Xiaowan struggled to say these words, but then she forced herself to laugh. There were no tears, no fear, and no sorrow.
”Master, this life... To be able to meet you, anything is worth it. ”
”Late …”
”Husband, you must remember to come find me in your next life …”
”Late!” Ling Chaofeng roared in anger, his eyes scarlet red, ”You cannot die, Mu Xiaowan, wake up!”
”Father, move aside.” Suddenly, Little Pei came out of nowhere and pushed her father hard. He crawled onto the bed and knelt beside his mother.
Long eyelashes open and close, big eyes squeezed hard, glanced at the unconscious mother, suddenly sad, tears like rain.
Her burnt wound gradually healed, and her blackened face recovered its snow-white skin. Xiaowan's eyeballs turned slightly, and as she took a deep breath to recover, she opened her eyes.
”Late?” Ling Chaofeng lifted his wife's body. He already had no time to be surprised at his son's miracles. Seeing Xiaowan wake up once again, she shouted, ”You're not allowed to sleep anymore, Mu Xiaowan, wake up.”
Xiaowan stared at her blankly. The frightening pain had disappeared, as well as the difficulty of being unable to breathe from her chest. Her body became light as if she was unharmed.
Her husband's eyes were filled with tears and they even slipped down. Xiaowan reached out his hands and gently lifted them up as she smiled innocently, ”Aiya, are you crying?”
”Mother …” Little Pei crawled over to her and shouted in a childish voice, ”Mother, I'm hungry, I'm hungry.”
The little guy started to tear apart his mother's clothes without saying a word, wanting to drink her milk. However, Ling Chaofeng panicked and slapped his son's butt, pushing him away, ”Where did your mother get her strength from to feed you, you despicable thing.”
Little Pei pursed his lips and tears welled up in his eyes. The tears that he had suppressed earlier, was now gushing out.
”He's hungry, why did you hit him?” Xiaowan's heart was in her throat, she immediately opened up her bosom and hugged her precious son, lovingly kissing his cheek, ”Little Pei be good, Little Pei is not afraid of father, with mother here, you can eat until you're full, Mother won't be willing to let you starve.”
As he watched Jiao Er drink the milk from his mother's embrace, Ling Chaofeng realized that his son was actually still very young. He no longer wished to pursue what had happened just now;
The most important thing was that the Xiaowan was unharmed, and the Xiaowan was fine.
”Master, wait until Little Pei is full, let's go.” The Xiaowan said, ”I don't want to stay here anymore.”
Ling Chaofeng nodded, ”We will leave immediately.”
At this moment in time, on the Baisha Town, the torrential rain after the great fire, the rain had stopped and everything was a mess. The wailing and crying did not stop, and even though the torrential rain had extinguished the sea of fire, many people still lost their lives in the great fire.
When the county magistrate woke up in front of the yamen, he realized that only his shoulder was injured. It was painful, but not life-threatening.
He stumbled to his feet. Under the moonlight, he saw a familiar figure lying on the ground in the distance. He walked over shakily. The people on the ground had been drenched by the rain and had no signs of life.
”Huai Yin? Yue Huaiyin? ” Liu Qingping kicked the person on the ground, and fear arose in his heart. He trembled as he squatted down and touched the woman's nose; she was dead.
”Dead?” The county magistrate fell to the ground and looked around. The walls and walls of the originally peaceful and prosperous town were all broken, and the air was filled with a burning smell. His ears were filled with the sound of miserable wails …
”Oh god …” The county magistrate cried out miserably before fainting once more.
The people of the surrounding villages rushed over, only to see that the Baisha Town had been destroyed to the point that it was completely unrecognizable. The eyes of the people of the town seemed to be dead as they cleaned up the mess, wrapping the straw mats around the person who had been burned to death.
When the news spread, Susu and Da Qing flew to the Ling Xiao Inn, but as the people left, no matter how Susu shouted, the Xiaowan did not come out to answer her.
”Xiaowan, Xiaowan …”
Thousands of miles away, in the imperial palace, on top of the majestic Announcement Hall, the emperor, Xiang Run, was sitting on a dragon throne.
The emperor looked at a book, one hand holding his chin and mumbling, ”Ling Chaofeng... Mu Xiaowan... ”