The showdown between masters and masters is in the eyes of the beholder.
Long Liu is not discouraged, his opponent will definitely show his ponytail one day.
The next morning, Longliu Ming posted an announcement that the Jiuzhong Building had been burned down and no one survived. And the several burnt corpses found were placed in front of the waste pile of Jiuzhonglou and made public.
This announcement spread everywhere, and the hot topic overshadowed the headline gossip that the emperor held a banquet in the palace to select a concubine for the seventh prince's birthday.
Many loyal fans of the Jiuchonglou Double Oiran could not believe this fact, and everyone went to worship the Double Oiran in front of the burned-out Jiuzhonglou ruins.
Jiuchonglou turned from a bustling brothel into a pile of ruins overnight. Many regulars shook their heads and sighed, and some sensitive regulars secretly shed tears. Over the years, they have developed an indelible feeling for Jiuzhonglou and the Double Oiran.
Everyone still couldn't accept that a living and beautiful person turned into a burnt and blackened corpse overnight.
Accidents are always hard to guard against.
Prime Minister's Mansion, backyard.
Feng Xi'er woke up in a haze and recalled what happened last night. She hurriedly put on shoes and clothes, not caring about washing up. She excused herself and Xiaodou and left the Prime Minister's Mansion. When they went to the Jiuzhong Building, the officers and soldiers were putting a few The blackened body was moved away.
Feng Xi'er saw that among the corpses, one of them was holding something like a qin in his hand. Feng Xi'er took a closer look and recalled that the guqin could only be Hongjiu's. He was the only one playing the piano in the Jiuzhong Tower.
Someone among the onlookers sighed: "It is said that Ninth Girl loves the piano as much as her life..." He lowered his head and said sadly: "Although Ninth Girl is dead, Ninth Girl's spirit for art will never die."
Many people agreed: "Yes, I will never die. Jiuzhonglou will always be the best brothel. Double Courtesan will always be in our hearts. Ninth Girl will always be the Ninth Girl we are proud of."
Feng Xi'er rushed to the officers and soldiers who carried away the body and begged sincerely: "Let me take a look, just one look."
Feng Xi'er reached out to touch the guqin, and then touched the body holding the guqin. Is this Ah Jiu? It has completely changed beyond recognition. At this moment, Feng Xi'er was lucky enough to think that this might not be Hong Jiu.
But she saw Hong Jiu fall in the fire with her own eyes, and the guqin belonging to Hong Jiu was living evidence of cruelty.
Before she could ask her doubts, Feng Xier still had many words and questions before she could ask Hong Jiu, why did all this happen like this
The officers and soldiers pushed Feng Xi'er away and carried the body away.
Feng Xi'er asked anxiously: "Where are you going to take the corpses? How are you going to deal with these corpses?"
The officers and soldiers answered her: "The Sixth Prince likes Miss Jiu's piano skills very much, so he will definitely give her a rich burial. The Sixth Prince understands the feelings of many people towards Jiuzhong Tower and will give them a generous burial."
Feng Xi'er watched the officers and soldiers carrying Hong Jiu's body farther and farther away, feeling like she had lost her soul. Xiaotuo supported her. Feng Xi'er wanted to chase, but found that she couldn't.
The whole person is about to collapse.
The blows, encounters, injuries, running around, fatigue, and sadness in the past few days were all on the verge of breaking out. Feng Xi'er had never felt so fragile before. The pain was unbearable. When Hong Jiu left, her world collapsed instantly.
Is there no more Red Nine in this world
Hongjiu is gone, what's the point of her life
Feng Xi'er was like a withered puppet, her eyes were lifeless, decadent and lifeless. It turned out that when she was in the most uncomfortable state, she couldn't even shed tears. As heavy as death, there is no hope for life.
"Miss, don't scare me, please cheer up, cheer up, we are going to the palace to have a banquet for the Seventh Prince." Xiaodou supported Feng Xi'er, she was so worried that she almost cried.
Feng Xi'er patted her face and ordered herself to do her best. She has never been such a desperate person.
If you want to die, then die, if you want to live, then live, never live if you want to die.
If you marry Long Qi, you might as well let her die. She no longer wanted to live in the dynasty with such trepidation and submissiveness. After Hongjiu died, she had nothing to worry about and miss. Feng Xi'er firmly believed in this idea.
Xiaodou looked at the young lady who suddenly regained her composure and felt very uneasy. Worried: "Miss, no matter what, you must not do anything stupid. For the sake of my wife, you must live well."
Feng Xi'er had an idea in her mind, wiped the corners of her eyes, and smiled lightly at Tudou: "Well, let's go back home and prepare to enter the palace."
When the master and servant returned to the house, Feng Zhengde stood at the gate with a dark face and a gloomy expression, glaring at Feng Xi'er, and scolded: "How many times have I told you, you have to prepare early, if you are delayed in entering the palace, How do you want dad to explain to the emperor at this time, eh?"
Feng Xi'er ignored it and walked in alone. His face was ashen.
"Why don't you hurry up and help your lady change her clothes?" Feng Zhengde shouted at Xiaotuo angrily.
His children, who used to be good, crazy, stupid, and useless, now only this daughter, whom he cares about least, is still relatively normal, but very stubborn. Disregard him as a father. The son became disabled again. Feng Zhengde was in a complicated and uncomfortable mood. I'm afraid she won't be reliable as a daughter.
Half an hour later, Xiaodou dressed up Feng Xi'er. She was not ostentatious, but still in the same gorgeous but simple style as before, with a light blue simple gauze skirt and a beige thin coat. Light makeup, pink lips.
Light make-up and heavy make-up are always suitable, but light make-up is more suitable for her young lady. Xiaodou inserted the golden hairpin into Feng Xi'er's hair. "Although Miss doesn't like it to be too fancy, today is the birthday of the Seventh Prince, so it can't be too shabby."
Feng Xi'er nodded and remained silent.
Xiaodou went to hold Feng Xi'er's cold hand and said firmly: "Miss, no matter what you do, this slave will support you, but... don't leave this slave alone in this world."
Ah Jiu, you left me alone in this world.
After dressing up, Feng Xi'er got into the carriage. Along the way, he leaned quietly in the corner of the carriage and closed his eyes to sleep.
Don’t be silent in silence, just explode in silence.
Feng Xi'er needs to nourish her energy and emotions and be mentally prepared to resist the decree in advance.
As soon as you enter the palace gate, prepare yourself for something good.
At noon, when I arrived at the palace and stepped out of the palace gate again, Feng Xi'er felt no fear in her heart at this moment. Is life or death a matter of fate? Then leave it to God.
The birthday banquet was held in the main hall, which shows the emperor's love for Long Qi.
When Feng Xi'er entered the main hall, everyone was there except her. When she crossed the threshold, many people cast their eyes at her with criticism, contempt or sarcasm.
Feng Xi'er didn't care. He calmly walked to the most remote corner and sat down.
Long Qi sat next to the emperor and looked at Feng Xi'er secretly, with satisfaction, doubts and worries in his heart. He knew Feng Xi'er's stubborn temper very well, but the most terrifying thing was that she was so dead and ashes now.
What happened? Long Qi secretly wondered.
Emperor Lintian announced in a good mood: "I have invited all the ministers here today. One is to celebrate Qi'er, and the other is to take advantage of this good day to announce something good. As for what good thing it is, haha, let's celebrate Qi'er first. Good news will be announced later”