In the abandoned courtyard, the fire was raging, billowing black smoke covered the sky.
The people from Jing'anhou's residence yelled and walked away, carrying a broken bucket wobbly in their hands, filled a half-filled bucket and splashed it hastily along the wall, not even extinguishing the flames.
When Qin Zheng rode his horse and arrived, half of the house was burned down. The beams and wood of the old house were all rotten, and it took only a blink of an eye to burn up. He turned over hastily, his heart pounding. If the scholar Dongli had never told lies, Chu Yu's disappearance could not be separated from Lord Jing.
Just now, when they met each other, Master Jing's words were full of loopholes, and Qin Zheng's suspicions were confirmed in his heart.
If someone finds out about the kidnapping of an imperial court official, Lord Jinghou might really want to join the Nine Clans. Qin Zheng came to his house today, although Lord Jing Hou didn't show it on the surface, he felt a little bit of death in his heart. Knowing that this matter could not be concealed, he signaled his followers to simply set fire to destroy the corpse and wipe out all traces.
Under the side courtyard is the dark room where Chu Yu was held. He opened the door of the dark room and smashed the wine jar to enter. Even if he couldn't burn himself to death, he would choke to death the people inside.
Tongues of fire aggressively licked the sky, and the crackling sound of rotten wood being burned could be heard endlessly. Several servants were still splashing water with small broken buckets.
Qin Zheng felt that the fire was starting strangely, and the anxiety in his heart became more and more intense. He subconsciously walked a few steps towards the burning house, and his eyes fell on the endless sea of flames. There is a voice in my head that is constantly clamoring, like an invisible thread leading to the depths of the sea of fire.
"Qingci!" Qin Zheng yelled loudly, snatched half a bucket of water from the hand of the servant beside him, poured it on his head, and soaked his whole body.
"No general!"
Qin Zheng's subordinates came after him, and before they could stop him, they saw Qin Zheng wrapping his cloak hastily, lowering his body and rolling into the fire.
Everyone was shocked, and immediately said: "Hurry up and put out the fire!"
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The billowing smoke blinded his eyes, Qin Zheng lowered his body, and groped towards the inside. The inside of this old house is spacious, perhaps because there are not many people inside, but there are not many objects inside, which makes the fire inside not as terrifying as it looks from the outside.
"Qingci! Cough, cough cough... Qingci..." Qin Zheng covered his mouth and nose halfway, coughing and calling Chu Yu through the thick smoke.
Huohaili didn't reply at all. Qin Zheng wasn't sure whether Chu Yu was inside, but he didn't regret coming this way no matter what. It would be best if Chu Yu is not around. If Chu Yu was here, even if he died with him, it would be worthwhile.
The fire intensified, and Qin Zheng began to feel that his eyes were turning black, and he was coughing continuously. He staggered two steps, his feet were empty, and he fell backwards. It was dozens of steps, rolling all the way to the bottom, a strong smell of blood came to the face.
Qin Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he turned over abruptly. Through the flickering light of the fire, he saw a person lying on the ground.
Ragged robes, messy long hair, emaciated figure, and no sound.
"Qingci..." Qin Zheng's voice couldn't help trembling, he rushed forward, carefully hugged the person on the ground into his arms, sniffed, and there was still a thread.
There was no hesitation in the fire outside, Qin Zheng drew out his saber, shouted violently, and threw it heavily at the chain. The blade chains collided with each other, and there was a crisp sound and a flash of flint. Qin Zheng's tiger's mouth shattered immediately, spouting out bits and pieces of blood.
There was another sword up and down, Qin Zheng's whole arm was numb, and with a bang, the chain was cut off.
Qin Zheng switched from his right hand to his left, yelled a few more times, and broke the shackles on Chu Yu's wrist and ankle with all his might.
This kind of movement actually woke up Chu Yu who was in a coma. His head rested in Qin Zheng's arms, and he reached out and tightly grabbed Qin Zheng's neckline.
"Qingci...cough...don't be afraid, I'll take you out." Qin Zheng took off his cloak and wrapped it around Chu Yu, and looked at the raging fire, without any hesitation or fear.
I couldn't see the direction clearly in the fire, Chu Yu saw only the darkness, and the scorching heat around him made him breathless. He was pressed in Qin Zheng's arms, and he could only hear the steady heartbeat in his ears, like the beating of a drum. The shock made him more sober.
There was only a loud bang, as if a collapsed beam fell down, Chu Yu was covered by the wet robe, unable to see what was going on outside. He only felt his waist tighten, and his whole body was tightly protected by Qin Zheng.
Qin Zheng's heavy muffled hum came from above his head, and with that staggering pace, Chu Yu almost fell from his arms.
It's just that the arms tied to the back and legs are still tight, and there is no intention of letting go.
Chu Yu wanted to call him, but there was a burning pain in his throat, and under the rush of fire, there was a sweetness in his throat, and he choked out a mouthful of blood. The last sliver of clarity disappeared, this time it was the abyss of innocence.
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Qin Zheng's personal soldiers brought water to put out the fire, but they actually suppressed the fire.
As a bucket of water pressed out a path of ashes, Qin Zheng's figure was walking out of the billowing smoke.
"General!"
The soldiers poured a bucket of water on Qin Zheng's head.
Qin Zheng knelt down, gasped heavily, and before he could speak, another bucket of water poured down.
"Cough cough cough... cough..."
"General, are you alright!" The soldier said, about to pour another bucket of water, but Qin Zheng grabbed his wrist.
"It's done..." Qin Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and coughed a few times: "Don't drown me..."
"General, you are injured!" The soldiers stepped forward to help Qin Zheng.
"It's nothing." The sleeves on Qin Zheng's arms were burned, and there were red, swollen and twisted scars on them. It's just that he couldn't see his own back, he had just lifted a broken beam, and his back was already bloody and numb from the pain.
Qin Zheng didn't care about these, carefully put the person in his arms down, and gently lifted his robe. Although the people inside were not affected by the fire, the scars from the torment were even more terrifying. He hadn't been able to see clearly in the dark room just now, but now that he saw Yu's appearance clearly, Qin Zheng's head buzzed, his body swayed suddenly, and he almost lost his breath.
The blood-stained hand gently caressed Chu Yu's pale face. Qin Zheng closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, swallowing all his emotions, and suddenly punched the ground heavily, making a deep hole, and shouted violently: " What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and find the imperial doctor!"