The side room was still ablaze. Murong Jie had already rushed out twice to pour water and then rushed back into the fire again.
The gate was blocked by a beam and could not be entered. There was fire everywhere and the windows were sealed. Although it had been burned, it formed a barrier of fire and there was no way to rush in.
He took an iron rod from outside and smashed it hard. The fire got closer and the roof began to show signs of collapse.
"Your Highness, there is no other way. Please go out." Su Qing rushed in, grabbed him and dragged him out.
Everywhere you look, there is a vast sea of fire. Some guards rushed in, but they couldn't get close at all.
Su Qing looked up and saw the roof was in danger of collapsing. The glazed tiles could not withstand the high temperature and were already making crackling sounds and splashing everywhere. If he did not retreat, he would be in danger.
The guards also shouted at the top of their lungs, "Your Highness, General Su, hurry up, the building is about to collapse."
Murong Jie kicked the wall where the fire was spreading and roared, "Xia Zian, come out, come out, or you'll be turned into a roasted pig!"
Various crackling noises of fire came from the inner room, but there was no sound of even a cry for help.
Su Qing looked at the hysterical Murong Jie and felt very sad. She didn't expect Xia Zian to die so young.
The people from the City Patrol kept pouring water, and the rest came with quilts and sand to cover the fire, but when a loud roar was heard from the inner room, everyone retreated.
This is the sound of the wall collapsing. Once one side of the wall collapses, the side house will also be lost and is bound to collapse.
Things kept falling from the roof. Su Qing said anxiously, "With such a big fire, even if we can get in, people will die."
Murong Jie took two steps back, stared at the fire, suddenly turned around, and strode out.
His clothes were burned in many places. After he went out, the guards put out the fire on his body with a quilt. His face was red and black in the firelight, covered with ashes, and his eyes were blood red. His face was indescribably ferocious and fierce, and all the anger in his body was condensed in his eyes, just waiting to explode.
Murong Zhuangzhuang and Chen Liuliu both rushed up. Chen Liuliu had just been under the overturned fire dragon. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and was fine. Otherwise, she would have become a roasted pig.
Her tears fell like beads falling from a string, "Where's Zi'an? Why didn't you rescue her?"
Su Qing looked gloomy and said with his head down: "There is no way to get in. A beam has come down, blocking the entrance. There is no way to get in at all."
Murong Jie said coldly: "Will the beam fall down at the door? You have no vision!"
Su Qing was stunned. He had never thought about this question before.
Prime Minister Xia heard Murong Jie talking and came over and said, "Your Highness, this side room has always been a little dangerous. I have already asked someone to come and repair it, but due to the bad month, we can't start. So we temporarily use beams to support the two sides. I guess the craftsmen didn't put it in place well."
"I will investigate!" Murong Jie's face looked very ugly. He actually knew vaguely that something would happen tonight, but he did not expect that someone would set the fire so directly. It was his negligence that harmed the idiot Xia Zian.
"Where is the City Patrol Officer?" Murong Jie asked sternly.
"Your Highness, I'm here!" The city patrol officer came forward breathlessly. He glanced at Murong Jie and Su Qing. His face was blackened by smoke, which showed that he had used all his strength to put out the fire.
"After putting out the fire, cooperate with the Ministry of Justice to investigate the cause of the fire. Don't miss any corner. I want to know the truth about the fire." Murong Jie said sternly.
Prime Minister Xia raised his lip and said, "Just check it. After the fire, no trace can be found. The beam had indeed been placed there a long time ago, it was just moved slightly. He couldn't get anything out of the craftsmen."
As for the kerosene on the ground, it disappeared after burning, leaving no trace at all. The oiliness of this kerosene is very weak, but its burning ability is extremely strong. When it is washed by water, the ground will be dirty and messy, and even if a slight trace is left, it will not be discovered.
As for the accident with the fire dragon here, it had nothing to do with him. It was because the young masters of the noble families had been making a fuss, and the person holding up the fire dragon lost his balance and dragged it down. There was rosin and kerosene on the fire dragon, so it naturally caught fire.
Murong Jie looked at the fire which was gradually slowing down. The fire was slowing down because there was nothing left to burn.
The roof collapsed with a loud noise, dust flew, sparks flew, and it was like hell here.
Xiao Tuo felt a little sad when he saw Chen Liuliu crying so hard. He subconsciously glanced at Murong Jie. With his straightforward personality, he didn't know how to comfort her, so he said, "When you pay tribute to her, just pour her a few more glasses of wine."
"Shut up, Xiao Tuo!" Murong Zhuangzhuang wiped away his tears and scolded.
Xiao Tuo stammered for a moment and then said nothing more.
Murong Jie's face was extremely hideous and terrifying, he didn't know what was collapsing in his heart, just like this side room, with a loud bang, everything was gone, leaving it empty and feeling indescribably uncomfortable.
I say I feel empty, but there is a kind of emotion swelling in my chest. This emotion slowly shrinks and expands, shrinks and expands, and finally condenses into a small stone.
He thought that his life would change a little, but it turned out to be just his wishful thinking.
"What's going on? Is there a fire?"
Suddenly, a dumbfounded voice sounded from behind me, with a surprised tone.
Murong Jie suddenly turned around and saw Zi'an walking towards her with two live chickens in her arms. The chickens were fluttering restlessly in her arms. She looked dazed and had no idea what was going on.
If she hadn't changed her clothes and her hair hadn't been slightly curled, Murong Jie would have really thought that she wasn't at the fire at all.
Everyone was stunned. The old lady and Prime Minister Xia's faces suddenly became extremely ugly. They couldn't believe that she could walk out alive.
Zi'an put down the raw chicken, walked up to Murong Jie and looked at him, "Prince, are you okay? Your face is black. Who are you trying to save? Who's in there?"
"Idiot!" Murong Jie suddenly lost his temper, his voice almost deafening Zi'an's ears. He stared at her fiercely, wishing he could pinch her to the ground and stomp on her hard a few times. "Can't you see that I'm putting out the fire? Who knows who's inside? Who can't be saved?"
"Uh..." Zi'an took a step back, looking a little frightened. Chen Liuliu hugged him and cried, "Zi'an, you scared the prince to death. The prince thought you were in there, so he rushed in to save you and almost died in there."
"Ah?" Zi'an looked at Murong Jie in surprise. "Your Highness thought I was in there? Why would I be in there? The Second Madam and I went to Xiazhi Garden."
"What?" Prime Minister Xia was startled and asked in a daze, "You and the Second Madam went to Xiazhi Garden?"
"Yes, the second wife was feeling a little unwell, so I let her rest in Xiazhi Garden. I came here after I settled her down. By the way, when I came here, I seemed to see that the bridal chamber was on fire." Zi'an pointed towards the bridal chamber, and everyone looked over and saw black smoke rising from there.
Prime Minister Xia's lungs were about to explode, and he roared, "Go put out the fire!"
(End of this chapter)