There was no one along the way.
Luo Qingzhou supported the frail Miss Qin Er and came to the first floor.
It was not known whether the maids and servants on the second floor were deliberately sent away by Song Zixi, or whether they were all gathered downstairs to watch the poetry competition.
Or maybe, the accident just now was secretly caused by the involvement of other families hosting tonight's poetry reading.
That's why the space was vacated.
From what Miss Song said just now, we can tell that what happened tonight is not simple.
It's not just about dealing with him.
Those people obviously wanted to bring disgrace to the Qin family.
The most powerful place in Mo City now is naturally the City Lord's Mansion.
Next, there are the four major families, Wang, Luo, Song, and Zhang.
The Qin family was once one of the four major families. Unfortunately, the previous generation was too lazy and the current generation did nothing, which led to the gradual decline of the family's power and was surpassed by the Song family.
The Qin family is now headed by Qin Wen Zheng, who has no desires and develops in a very low-key manner.
Even so, there are still people who are concerned about it
After Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin Er to the hall, Qiu'er hurried over.
Without waiting for her to speak, Qin Weimo said with a pale face: "Qiu'er, go call mother and Zhu'er over... I feel a little uncomfortable and want to go back."
Qiu'er took a look at her face and the blood at the corner of her mouth, her expression suddenly changed, she hurriedly agreed, turned around, and hurriedly walked towards the ladies.
At this time, the results of the second competition were being announced on the stage.
In addition to the oiran Mai standing on the stage, there was also an old man with gray hair and wearing a long robe.
He looked at the rice paper in his hand tremblingly. He seemed very excited, and even his voice was shaking.
Song Ruyue was looking at the stage with anticipation along with several other noble ladies.
Qiu'er walked over and whispered something to Zhu'er. Zhu'er's face changed and she hurriedly leaned over to report to Song Ruyue.
When Song Ruyue heard this, her face changed and she immediately stood up. She said something to the noble ladies, then hurried towards Luo Qingzhou and the others with two maids.
At this time, Luo Qingzhou was holding Miss Qin's hand with one hand and supporting her slender waist with the other.
When Song Ruyue saw this scene, her face suddenly darkened.
Above the first floor hall is the second floor hall, and behind the hall are neatly arranged rooms on the upper and lower floors.
At this time, smoke was already coming out from the floor above, and then out of the door of the room below, spreading along the corridor.
But at this moment in the lobby on the first floor, it was an exciting moment.
Because on the stage, the highly respected senior in the literary world was personally reciting in a trembling voice the "Water Melody" poem, which was once called "the Mid-Autumn Festival poem, once this poem is published, all other poems will be abandoned" by later generations.
“… I want to ride the wind and go back, but I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold up there. I dance with my shadow, but it doesn’t seem like I am in the human world…
"Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful window, shining on the sleepless. There should be no hatred, why does the moon always appear when we are parting
There was silence in the audience, even the breathing stopped.
The old man paused, glanced at the audience, and continued in a trembling voice, "People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, it is difficult to have everything in life. I wish you a long life, and we can enjoy the beauty of the moon together even though we are thousands of miles apart."
The whole hall was dead silent.
The smoke quickly spread along the corridor and into the hall, and the sound of flames burning wooden boards began to be heard.
"It's on fire!"
Someone shouted, and everyone who was stunned by this peerless poem came back to their senses.
The old man on the stage seemed to be still immersed in the aftertaste of the poem in his hand, unable to extricate himself, and he was still muttering: "People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon has its ups and downs..."
"It's on fire! Run!"
Suddenly someone shouted in the hall, and then everyone started to panic.
The guards and maids and servants gathered outside the hall on the first floor of the ship hurriedly went to fetch water to put out the fire.
The crowd in the hall began to scream in fear and rushed towards the exit.
The hall, which was silent a moment ago, was now in chaos.
Fortunately, Song Ruyue arrived at the exit in advance. Just as she was preparing to scold the bastard who dared to touch her daughter, she suddenly heard someone shout "Fire". Then her face changed and she said hurriedly: "Go! Take Wei Mo out!"
Luo Qingzhou grabbed Miss Qin Er's slender waist, lifted up her entire soft body, and took her out.
Song Ruyue followed behind and was stunned, but she had no time to talk nonsense. With the support of Zhu'er and Qiu'er, she rushed out in a panic.
Several people quickly walked up the steps and rushed to the shore, then they breathed a sigh of relief.
When he turned around and looked at the boat, his face changed.
A raging fire had already started on the second floor of the houseboat, where the rooms were located. Thick smoke and ferocious flames were coming out of the windows and the burned roof!
The boat was filled with the screams of the guests.
The crowd was panicked and poured out of the exit.
Some people who could swim jumped directly from the deck and swam to the shore.
Seeing that the fire was out of control, the guards and servants had no choice but to start retreating.
They surrounded those nobles, forced their way through the chaotic crowd, and opened a path for those nobles to go first.
At this time, the lives of those noble people are naturally the most important.
Meng Yulan did not leave first, but still stood on the boat to help evacuate the crowd that was running around.
Fortunately, the two pleasure boats were moored on the shore and did not sail into the middle of the river.
Many people jumped directly into the water and walked out.
The guards over there immediately set up more pedals.
Soon, everyone on the boat reached shore safely.
At this time, Meng Yulan, surrounded by guards, came ashore with a solemn expression.
At this time, the pleasure boat was filled with thick smoke and raging flames, and was completely burning.
Especially the second floor, which was already a sea of fire.
Another pleasure boat parked nearby had already moved away for fear of being affected.
Meng Yulan's face turned pale, and he loudly asked the guard next to him, "Is there anyone else on the second floor?"
The guard hesitated and didn't dare to answer.
Another guard said, "Miss, I just went up there and it was empty. There should be no one there."
Meng Yulan looked at him and asked, "Have you checked the room? Is anyone resting inside?"
The guard said with a bitter face: "The place where the fire broke out was in the room. The fire was so big that we couldn't get close, so..."
Meng Yulan's face was gloomy and he stopped talking.
“Crack!”
In the raging fire, the second floor of the pleasure boat suddenly collapsed and fell into the sea of fire below. The wine cellar was soon set on fire and burned to the ground.
The entire houseboat continued to burn on the water, lighting up half of the night sky.
Many tourists along the river heard the news and gathered here to watch and talk about it.
Many people who hate the rich gloat over others' misfortunes.
The patrol team in the city also rushed to the scene after hearing the news and inquired about the casualties and the cause of the fire.
However, no one can tell.
At this time, the respected old man in the literary world was standing on the shore, surrounded by the crowd. He still held the rice paper tightly in his hand, staring at the painting boat that was about to be burned, but still chanting the "Water Melody".
"Let's go."
Song Ruyue's face turned pale and she was still frightened. She took everyone away.
The others also dispersed out of fear.
Sitting in the carriage.
Song Ruyue calmed down for a while, then looked at her pale daughter beside her, sighed and said, "Wei Mo, it was your mother's fault this time. I almost hurt you. From now on... you should stay in the house and don't come out. It's too dangerous outside."
Qin Weimo coughed a few more times, clenched the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand, lowered his head, and said nothing.
Song Ruyue glanced at the handkerchief in her hand, her eyes full of heartache. She swallowed back the words she was about to scold them, and comforted them softly, "It's okay, go back and have a good rest. Mother will ask Zhu'er to make some medicine for you later. You will be fine after taking it and sleeping for a night."
Qin Weimo responded softly.
Song Ruyue looked at her, her brows full of worry, and said nothing more.
The carriage fell into silence.
After walking for a while, Qin Weimo couldn't help but look up and look towards the window. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out his hand, opened the curtains, and looked outside.
But I didn't see that figure.
The night sky is filled with a bright moon and stars.
There is a shadow in the round moon, hazy and unclear. I wonder if it is the palace in the sky written by my brother-in-law, the jade buildings...
Song Ruyue watched her quietly from the side. When they were almost at the mansion, she couldn't help but speak for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said: "Wei Mo, mother wants to tell you something, I hope you can listen to mother carefully."
Qin Weimo withdrew his gaze from the night sky, was silent for a moment, and whispered: "If it's about my brother-in-law, mother should not say it... Weimo knows what to do."
"Actually, mother..."
Song Ruyue frowned and was about to speak when Qin Weimo looked at her and said softly, "Mother, don't worry, Weimo will not do anything that violates etiquette and morality."
After a pause, she lowered her head slightly and murmured, "Wei Mo doesn't care, but you can't harm your brother-in-law... Wei Mo knows that your brother-in-law is definitely not an ordinary person. One day, he will leave here..."
At this point, she suddenly raised her head again, pleading, "Mother, Weimo hopes that you won't embarrass my brother-in-law when the time comes. If... if he wants to leave, let him leave... Our Qin family... is not worthy of him."
Song Ruyue frowned, and moved her lips as if she wanted to say something. In her mind, she recalled the two poems she had written tonight, as well as the poems she had written before, and the excitement of the old man who played an important role in the literary world...
After a while.
She turned her head away, nodded, and said, "Okay, mother promises you."
Outside the window.
Luo Qingzhou followed behind the carriage, thinking secretly about what would happen tonight.
After returning later, he decided to leave his body and go back to the river to take a look.
If I see the souls of those people, I will naturally kill them and destroy their souls, eradicate the roots, and never leave them any chance to linger in the human world or be reborn!
There are so many talented people and strange things in this world. Who can guarantee that those people will not suddenly speak again
at the same time.
In the back garden of the Qin Mansion's "Lingchan Moon Palace".
The snow-white figure that had been sitting motionless in the pavilion for a long time finally moved her eyes and raised her head. Her snow-white dress fluttered in the wind, like a fairy.
Bailing and Xia Chan, who were guarding the door and other places, seemed to sense something and immediately walked over quickly.
Bai Ling entered the pavilion and asked nervously, "Miss, how is it going? Have you made a breakthrough?"
The snow-white figure looked at the pond outside the pavilion with a calm expression.
After a moment, Fang nodded slightly: "Yeah."
When these words were spoken, Bailing was stunned at first, then she jumped for joy and cheered, extremely excited.
Even Xia Chan, who was standing beside her, showed a slightly changed expression.
Bai Ling was excited for a while, but then asked in confusion: "Miss, how did you do it? Without the spiritual fluids and resources, you would have been stuck in this realm for many years, or even unable to break through. Didn't you give up? How did you suddenly break through? This is too incredible!"
Then he suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up: "Miss, did you suddenly get some opportunity? Or did you meet a soul elder who helped you?"
The snow-white figure looked at the quiet moon in the pond and was silent for a while. As if answering her or talking to himself, he murmured in a low voice: "Senior? ... Maybe."
Bai Ling's face was full of joy. She didn't dare to disturb her anymore. She turned her head and blinked at the cold girl outside the pavilion, and whispered: "Chanchan, tonight is a big day. The young lady has made a breakthrough. How should we celebrate?"
"Why don't we go and play with my uncle? Okay?"
Xia Chan glanced at her coldly, ignored her, turned away, walked to the plum tree, held the sword, and stood there coldly.
The plum blossoms have withered.
She did not dance with the sword anymore, but just stared at the lotus leaves in the pond in front of her, lost in thought.
It’s so late...
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