Chapter 49 (1/2)

When Jingmo said he wanted to change yuziming to be a proton, an aide asked, ”that yuziming?”

Jingmo pointed out of the window.

The two staff members turned to look at the half open window. From this window, they could see the wooden building where Jingmo had just hosted Yu Xiaoxiao and Gu Xinglang.

”Princess Linglong is right,” said Jingmo. ”What's the use of a little prince who can't be loved by her father and whose mother family forces are only in one place?”

”The family?” The staff asked Jingmo. This time, if Prince Jingda could bring his family home, it would be a real great achievement.

Jingmo rushed out of the house and asked, ”what about early autumn?”

”I'm going to find her now,” said a bodyguard outside the house.

Jingmo thought of the jade at this moment, and vaguely felt bad. The female slave should come to see herself after the job. How come the princess Linglong and her husband have left, and the female slave hasn't seen anyone yet? Won't Yu Linglong be killed by Yu Linglong who became angry?

Just when Jingmo suspected that the jade was slaughtered by Yuxiao, a loud noise came from the southwest of the winery, and the wooden building where Jingmo was located shook violently.

Although the two staff members were scholars, when the building shook violently, they both ran to Jingmo and wanted to protect Jingmo.

”What's going on?” Jingmo sat on the master's chair and asked outside.

After a while outside, a bodyguard ran into the house and knelt in front of Jingmo. His face was earthy and said, ”Lord, Lord, the West building fell down.”

When the building shook and looked about to fall, Jingmo sat motionless. This time, he got up and said in a harsh voice, ”what did you say?”

The bodyguard said, ”the West building is down.”

”Why did the building fall?” Jing Mo stared at the guard and asked.

The guard shook his head. How did he know that a good wooden building would fall down?

Jingmo also reacted. Asking the bodyguard was tantamount to asking for nothing. He walked out of the house.

The five storey wooden building didn't all fall, half fell, and the other half tilted north, as if someone had cut the building in half with a sword in the air.

Jingmo stood in front of the ruins that occupied the whole courtyard, with cold hands and feet and didn't speak for a long time.

The steward stumbled to Jingmo and said, ”master, I didn't hurt anyone. It's this building. This building fell down.”