Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 338
Di Renjie crossed his hands to salute, he didn't know what Xiaoyin was doing here as a child, even though he knew that Xiaoyin was talented and precocious, far surpassing children of the same age, and looked like a little adult, but children are children after all, lack of experience in dealing with things, it is even more difficult to resist alone Danger.

"His Royal Highness Prince Yin."

The small officials of Honglu Temple came to salute one after another.

Xiao Yin jumped off the tall horse, his body was as light as a swallow, and he took out a piece of light yellow talisman paper from his bosom, which was the length of a palm and more than three fingers wide. There was no writing on it, only three ink marks. The little black dot was handed to Di Renjie.

Di Renjie took the talisman paper: "The Taifu's talisman?"

Xiao Yin nodded, this was given to him by his father Zhao Wujiang.

Di Renjie heaved a sigh of relief, he raised his hand and threw the talisman into the sea of ​​flames, the talisman was instantly ignited and turned into ashes, he was stunned for a moment, secretly thinking that he was confused, and acted rashly before asking how to use it.

But the next moment, the surrounding cold wind suddenly picked up, blowing towards the sea of ​​fire, and a drop of unnoticed rain fell from the night sky above Pingkangfang. Then, the rain became heavier and heavier, pouring down like a torrent.

The sea of ​​fire facing the rain is like snow meeting the scorching sun, and it disappears in an instant.

Cheers erupted from the crowd:

"God bless me Datang."

Di Renjie looked at Pingkangfang, which was emitting black smoke. At this moment, there was only a piece of charred ruins left in Pingkangfang. The corpses buried in it were mixed with the rest of the burned things. Falling fire, what's going on?Is it a coincidence?Is it artificial?Is it God's punishment?

"His Royal Highness Prince Yin is really a lucky star. As soon as he arrived, the fire that fell from the sky was forced to flee and disappear." The little official of Honglu Temple bowed, with a flattering smile on his face, and complimented Zhao Xiaoyin.

Di Renjie and Zhao Xiaoyin were walking around in the scorched Pingkang square, the surrounding petty officials hurriedly carried away the scorched corpses, and the surrounding people talked about it.

Zhao Xiaoyin's speculation about warlocks just now aroused his strong vigilance. The Tang Dynasty has been peaceful for many years. Is the peace going to be broken now?

He used an evidence bag to pack a handful of scorched mustard powder, ready to take it back for Zhao Wujiang to investigate. Zhao Wujiang is a powerful magician, so he should be able to see through it.

"Uncle Di, if the sorcerer really did it, the sorcerer is too courageous." Zhao Xiaoyin didn't care about the scorching heat left after the fire was extinguished, nor was he afraid of the tragic death of the corpse.

Zhao Wujiang often taught him that if he is awe-inspiring, righteousness can disperse ghosts close to him, so the corpse that is feared in the eyes of ordinary people has lost most of its terror in his eyes, but he is still a child after all, walking cautiously at this moment, following Di Renjie Behind him, he tried his best to ignore the little chill rising in his heart.

"That's right." Di Renjie shook his head and sighed, "Pingkangfang dares to burn it, so why not? Hmm?"

Di Renjie paused suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, his eyes opened angrily, and he said in a startled voice:

"Imperial City!"

He picked up Zhao Xiaoyin, ran out of Pingkang Fang anxiously, jumped on the horse, and rode away towards the imperial city.

The moment he got on the horse, there was an exclamation from the crowd, followed by a horrified roar.

"Look! The sky fire is coming again!"

Di Renjie and Zhao Xiaoyin raised their heads suddenly, and a mass of orange flames in the sky streaked across the night sky and fell towards the northwest, which was the direction of the imperial city.

Horrified voices came and went from the crowd. Di Renjie swallowed hard and shouted: "Hold the horse's neck and hold the reins tightly."

The horse galloped on the street, ran towards Suzaku Avenue, stepped on the official road that runs from north to south, and ran towards the imperial city non-stop. In the eyes of the two uncles and nephews, the fire ball grew bigger and bigger, illuminating the surroundings like daylight.

At this moment, a small but disdainful figure jumped up from the imperial city, soaring into the air, he raised his hand in a sky-like gesture, and stopped Tianhuo.

"It's grandpa."

Zhao Xiaoyin was pleasantly surprised that the third grandfather, Wu Santong, was a very, very powerful master.

Di Renjie heaved a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that he was in a state of confusion tonight, how could Nuo Da's imperial city not be guarded by top experts?

He and Xiaoyin rode to the city gate.

Jin Wuwei and the others only made a fuss for a while, then quickly calmed down and put on a defensive posture. Seeing Di Renjie and Zhao Xiaoyin, they first let them go together after paying respects.

The two walked briskly along the way and soon arrived at the Imperial Study Room.

At the entrance of the imperial study room, the little old man Wu Santong is drinking a small wine, leisurely and leisurely, his expression is not flustered at all, and there is no mess on his body to fight against the sky fire.

Zhao Xiaoyin called sweetly: "Grandfather!"

Wu Santong hugged him kindly, and tried to feed him a drink, which made him shake his head vigorously.

"Mr. Wu!" Di Renjie saluted respectfully.

The door was opened, and Zhao Xiaoyin broke free from Wu Santong's arms as if fleeing, rushed into the imperial study, ran to Wu Meiniang, and opened her hands: "Mother, your precious son is back."

"My humble minister Di Renjie, see the emperor." Di Renjie looked respectful.

Wu Meiniang rubbed Xiao Yin's head lovingly, and handed Xiao Yin a plate of oranges on the desk, signaling that her mother had something serious to discuss.

Zhao Xiaoyin took it obediently, and quickly left, closing the door behind him when he left.

"Di Qing, tell me." Wu Meiniang regained her majesty.

Outside.

Zhao Xiaoyin peeled the orange, the petals of the orange were round, and the peel spread in all directions, like a lotus cup. He handed it to Wu Santong:
"Grandpa, you eat first, it's sweet."

Wu Santong didn't go to pick it up, but shook his head and said with a smile:

"The tribute oranges from Lingnan are good, but they are against the heat and cold of the wine in my pot."

"That's it." Zhao Xiaoyin laughed, peeled the orange completely, tore the orange peel into small pieces, and threw it into Wu Santong's cup:
"Daddy said to drink something like this."

"Your father knows nothing." Wu Santong said angrily, "I have eaten more salt than he has traveled."

"Heavy salt hurts the kidneys." Zhao Xiaoyin said in a low voice with a serious face, his little hand was still pressing on Wu Santong's waist, and asked doubtfully, "Does it hurt, grandpa?"

"Go, go, go." Wu Santong said with a straight face.

"Slightly slightly." Zhao Xiaoyin rolled his big eyes, made a grimace, and ran away humming.

Wu Santong smiled charitably, took a sip from his wine glass, smacked his mouth, nodded and whispered:

"It has a faint orange fragrance, which is really good, tsk tsk, but why does it smell weird?"

He looked puzzled, and took another sip.

East Palace.

The prince's guard was standing in front of the door, yawning, feeling bored, when he suddenly saw a petite and sharp figure approaching.

They widened their eyes, and immediately lost all sleepiness, and respectfully knelt down to salute:
"See His Royal Highness Prince Yin."

As soon as they knelt down, they were pulled up by a pair of small hands: "Get up."

Zhao Xiaoyin pulled the two guards up, quietly stuffed two tribute oranges in their hands, and asked in a low voice:

"Is the prince still reading?"

(End of this chapter)