It would be great if she had super high martial arts skills and an affectionate and powerful man like the heroine in the time-travel novel about strong women.
Alas, I can only comfort myself. Feng Xi'er lowered her eyebrows in frustration. She could only use some three-legged cat skills and clever tricks.
Accept your fate. Absolutely! No! Can! able!
After a night's rest, the four of them set out on horseback to return to the Imperial Dynasty again early the next morning. Arriving late at night, Feng Xi'er returned to the Imperial Dynasty and did not go directly back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but went directly to the Jiuzhong Tower. Xiaotuo followed Feng Xier.
Along the way, Feng Xi'er's eyelids were twitching wildly. There was a vague premonition in my heart. He quickened his pace.
Suddenly hearing a roar, Feng Xi'er's heart trembled and she quickened her pace. With every step she took, Feng Xi'er's premonition became worse and worse.
When she rushed to the door of Jiuzhonglou, she was frightened by the fire in front of her. The roaring fire illuminated the lonely night, and the entire nine-story building was filled with flames and thick smoke.
Feng Xi'er's whole body was shaking as if she had been struck by lightning. Thinking of Hong Jiu, she rushed to the back window of Hong Jiu's room.
In the past, as long as she came here and knocked on the window, Hongjiu would open the window, and she could see Hongjiu sitting inside playing the piano seriously.
Now, in the entire room, nothing could be seen except the fire.
She was praying that Hongjiu had better not be inside.
But just as Feng Xi'er finished praying, she heard a scream. The voice was so familiar, it was Hong Jiu. Feng Xi'er was shocked and wanted to rush forward. He was held tightly by Xiaotuo.
This scene is exactly the same as in the dream. How could it be such a coincidence? That dream... Feng Xi'er didn't dare to think about it anymore.
The fire burned bigger and bigger, and the fire spread more and more. Feng Xi'er raised her neck and shouted: "Ajiu, Ajiu, are you in there?"
Finally, Feng Xi'er saw Hong Jiu, dressed in red, standing in the fire. The fire was so strong that it was about to drown him. Faintly, Feng Xi'er could only see Hong Jiu's face.
"Ajiu" Feng Xi'er shouted this name heartbreakingly.
Hong Jiu, who was in the fire, was finally alarmed by her shouts. He stretched out his hand and said to her: "Axi...it's very dangerous here. Leave quickly."
Feng Xi'er was so scared that tears rolled down her face. She raised her neck and leaned forward, crying: "How can I abandon you in danger? Ah Jiu, I want to save you."
Feng Xi'er's body was about to rush in, but Xiaotuo's hands held her tight. Xiaotuo cried and begged: "Miss, if you rush in like this, you will not only fail to save others, but you will also be burned to death. Miss, I beg you not to do so." Doing something stupid”
"Tudou, go and call someone to put out the fire. I'll go in and save Ah Jiu first." Feng Xi'er had lost her mind and only wanted to save Hong Jiu.
The noise between the master and the servant alarmed the people living near Jiuchong Tower. Some people opened the windows to look and shouted: "Ah... it's on fire. Jiuchong Tower is on fire. Everyone, get up and put out the fire."
This person's high-decibel shouts woke up the sleeping people in the silent night. People living nearby opened their windows to look, and all of them shouted in fright: "Ah, it's on fire, hurry up and put out the fire."
More and more people living nearby were awakened. People woke up one after another, hurriedly put on some clothes and rushed out to put out the fire. There are more and more people in the fire-fighting team, but the fire is getting bigger and bigger.
Xiaodou kept hugging Feng Xi'er tightly. Feng Xi'er couldn't move and was so anxious that she burst into tears. Suddenly, a pillar fell down and hit Hong Jiu. There was another scream, and Feng Xi'er was so shocked that her heart stopped. He wanted to jump out, desperately trying to rush in, "Tudou, please let me go quickly, let me go."
Feng Xi'er couldn't see Hong Jiu anymore, and the entire roof collapsed. Feng Xi'er kept looking for Hong Jiu's figure in the fire, and kept shouting the name Ah Jiu.
Suddenly Hong Jiu stood up and walked into the fire. She was completely unafraid of the fierceness of the fire. She stretched out her hand and looked at Feng Xi'er tenderly. She raised the corners of her mouth in a nice arc and said word by word: "Axi, don't Sad, I am dead, you have to live well."
Boom, another pillar fell down, and the whole room was enveloped by the spread of fire. Feng Xi'er could no longer find Hong Jiu's figure. No matter how Feng Xi'er shouted the name Ah Jiu, no one responded to her.
"No..." A scream rang through the sky. Feng Xi'er couldn't suppress her inner emotions, couldn't control herself, and struggled desperately to rush in. Little Potato had no choice but to see some common people carrying wooden sticks. He took away the people's wooden sticks and knocked Feng Xi'er unconscious. Feng Xi'er staggered and fell to the ground.
Xiaodou quickly picked up Feng Xi'er and carried her back to the Prime Minister's house.
The shopkeeper of the Dongjiao Inn went to notify Long Shi, who then went to find Long Liu. Long Liu dispatched all the guards and servants in the house to put out the fire. When they arrived, the Jiuzhong Building had been burned down to nothing. . One can imagine the intensity of the fire.
Long Shi asked Long Liu: "Brother Six, do you think this fire was an accident or man-made?"
Long Liuxinyou seemed to have a vague guess and replied: "It can't be an accident. First of all, the unexpected fire will never be so fierce. Secondly, the unexpected fire will not burn up all at once. Furthermore, a few hours ago , I heard an explosion, and now, the Jiuzhong Building has been burned like this."
Long Shi was confused: "What does Sixth Brother mean...?"
Long Liu patted Long Shi on the shoulder: "I will investigate this matter. If Xiao Shi is interested, you can come and help Brother Six."
Long Shi quickly shook his head and refused: "It's too complicated. One person has two heads. I still like to drink wine and enjoy beautiful women."
Long Liu ordered the guards to carry torches to search for survivors. After more than an hour of searching, the guards reported that they found several burnt corpses.
Long Shi saw that among the corpses carried out by the guards, one of the corpses was so charred that it was beyond recognition and could not be identified as male or female. However, the corpse was still holding a guqin. The guqin was made of strong material and had not been completely burned.
Long Shi concluded: "It is said that the ninth girl from Jiuzhong Tower loved her guqin as much as her life. It is true. Even when she died, she would hold her guqin in her arms."
Long Liu denied: "Not necessarily... The person cooking the dishes is not necessarily the imperial chef. It is very likely that someone deliberately misled our sight."
Long Shi also nodded in agreement: "It is indeed strange that the Jiuzhong Tower burned down overnight. Speaking of which, it would be a pity if Fairy Green Fu and Miss Hong Jiu of the Jiuzhong Tower really died in the fire. How beautiful they are. Double Oiran, I believe that the men of tomorrow's dynasty will be heartbroken when they know the news that the Jiuzhong Tower was burned down. Alas, I am also heartbroken. I will never see the heavenly dance of Fairy Green Fu and the natural sound of Miss Hongjiu again. It’s such a pity that the piano has stopped playing.”
Long Shi didn't think it was that complicated and just sighed infinitely.
Long Liu looked at the blackened corpse and the not completely destroyed guqin, and frowned thoughtfully.
The opponent hiding in the dark was really powerful. It seemed that the people in Jiuzhonglou had known for a long time that they were being targeted by him, and their only clues to the investigation target were destroyed in just a few hours overnight, catching him off guard.
All the plans that have been worked out so hard and carefully have come to nothing.