Xiao Yi said mockingly, "That old fox... must be very disappointed. It seems that my reaction surprised him. Hehe..." He smiled and drank another cup, then looked up at the anxious Qiao Yu and asked something else, "Where are Zhen'er and the others now?"
Qiao Yu was slightly stunned, but still replied: "I will stay in He Hui's house for the time being."
He nodded and said, "Go right away and escort them out of the city, and... take her with you." Xiao Yi added with difficulty. After a long time, he raised his eyes and looked at Qiao Yu, who was in surprise. He took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to him, "Give this to Zhen'er, and then you can leave. You don't have to come back."
After hearing the last sentence, Qiao Yu knelt down with a thump and kowtowed heavily, saying: "Your Majesty! You..." He was so shocked that he couldn't utter a word.
"This is my order, how dare you disobey it?" Xiao Yi glanced at him coldly, his face full of anger. Qiao Yu held back her tears, not daring to look at Xiao Yi's expression at the moment, but kowtowed three times and then rushed out without saying a word.
Seeing his staggering figure disappear into the chaos, Xiao Yi laughed softly.
Wei's army was strong, and Daliang had not recovered from the war. How could it be a match for Wei's army? He could imagine Yuwen Tai's confident look, and the momentum of their attack on the city. But he didn't have the strength to fight back. He had fought for half his life, but now he didn't want to fight anymore. His heart was empty, so he naturally had no interest in anything. He was tired... Exhausted... He didn't want to fight anymore. He had fought for his whole life, but in the end he was still a loser.
After drinking the last sip of wine in the cup, Xiao Yi heard the sound and looked up at the dark bookshelf, which was heavily covered with shadows. In a trance, he actually saw Zhao Pei standing by the bookshelf. She was wearing a crimson dress, leaning lazily against the bookshelf with her arms folded, looking at him mockingly with her head slightly raised, her eyes cold and gloating, as if laughing, "You will suffer for what you have done."
Xiao Yi shook his head, but she was still there.
He suddenly felt disgusted with her gloating and complacent look, but she just didn't want to leave. In a fit of anger, he threw the silver candlestick on the table and cursed, "Get out of here! I don't want you to laugh at me! Get out!"
She was really scattered by the flying candlestick and disappeared in the blazing fire. The fire that had been suppressed for a long time spread vigorously, sweeping the entire bookshelf along the books, and then leaping to another bookshelf. Xiao Yi was a little stunned in his drunkenness. The raging fire burned the books he had treasured for half his life. The red light reflected in his eyes was like a fierce dragon, rushing straight at him.
He stood up shakily, grabbed the half-empty jar of wine and threw it into the fire. Then he laughed and cried, "Burn it! Burn it all! Waste!" What's the use of these holy books? In the end, didn't I lose everything
The fire spread, and soon it spread to the entire library. Xiao Yi stood there motionless, not knowing what it felt like. He felt the flames burning from his internal organs, spreading to his entire body. His eyes were red, and his throat was dry and painful.
Could it be... Is this his fate? (To be continued)