Chapter 8： Fire Qingliangdian (1/2)

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.