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The Wen Mansion was destined to be unsettled that night. Meng Lang was still meditating when he heard a whistling through the air, like the sound of fireworks blooming, followed by a servant shouting, "Someone is here! Put out the fire! Come here! "

Meng Lang was still thinking, could it be that the Wen family is in civil turmoil?To avoid suspicion, Meng Lang went out to take a look.The lights outside the door were brightly lit, and the servants rushed to the fire place one by one carrying buckets, with hurried footsteps and cries for help, and then saw Wen Guangting leading the members of the Wen family to the burning library with a gloomy expression.

No one in the group had a good face, and anyone who was awakened in their sleep would not have a good face, let alone a fire at their own house, which would be a big loss.Meng Lang looked at Wen Guangting's usually gentle face, which was now full of murderous looks, and looked at the dancing flames in the distance, and there was a frightening madness reflected in his eyes.

"Who did it?"

Everyone shrank their necks and did not dare to respond. The guards guarding the library were already crying with snot and tears. The head of the family was angry.

At the same time, a burst of exclamation came, "Second Young Master can't do it, can't do it!" A certain heartstring took a look at those two people and said, "It's time to deal with it", and then rushed into the library amidst the exclamation of everyone.

"Dad, dad, don't go!" Wen Yuan no longer cared about her image, and yelled, "You idiot, don't stop my dad." Seeing Wen Guangting's Wei'an disappear in the library, Wen Yuan couldn't accept it no matter what, she held her mother's hand hysterically, "Mother, father has gone in."

Ma Huilan's body trembled slightly, and her face was pale. Without the support of makeup, her face was dead silent, and she didn't care about the daughter she called, her heart was full of tears, God had no eyes, she Ma Huilan didn't say how upright she was, but She has also worked hard for this family for 20 years. Under the gorgeous coat, who can see her heart that is close to withering, that cruel man didn't even look at herself when he left.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" screaming hysterically, the woman was on the verge of collapse at this time, hatred gradually appeared in the eyes looking at the sea of ​​fire, and a trace of cruelty appeared in the crescent eyebrows, Wen Guangting, in your heart Don't blame me for being ruthless.

When he entered the sea of ​​flames, Wen Guangting even thought that if he went down, it would be nice to be able to accompany women. He was too weak at the beginning, and God would punish him as a greedy person.

When Wen Guangting heard that the Zangshu Pavilion was on fire, Wen Guangting knew that there was something tricky, because only the internal members of the Wen family knew what the Zangshu Pavilion really meant. There is an open space, which is a restricted area, and a portrait of Du Xiaoqian's mother is hung in it.

At that time, a Western region painter used a special technique to draw a work, which was different from the printing and dyeing of white paper and black ink. Instead, it outlined the delicate skin color, the color of the eyebrows, and the woman's expression and charm so vividly. So much so that until now, he can still remember the woman's taste, smiling face, and those sly and wise eyes.

Wen Guangting's internal strength is extraordinary. Others only think that he is an ordinary businessman, but they don't know how he can be respected by those knight-errants who are not used to the so-called literati. His family business expanded, and even the Holy Majesty did not dare to offend him easily.

Splitting two burning beams with bare hands, under the licking of the flames, his clothes were hot and he was sweating, Wen Guangting rushed all the way there, and saw a person he did not expect, his second son was directing The servant named Xiaoyue moved the portrait.

Seeing Xiaoyue flying on the beam, no matter how stupid Wen Guangting was, he would understand that the eldest lady was being teased for nothing by this servant girl that day, and her expression was not good.

When Du Xiaoqian saw Wen Guangting coming, he was shocked by his beautiful eyes. He, a father who can only shrink back, actually knows kung fu. It seems that his level is not low. Xiaoyue next to him also looked like he was about to cry. Yes, the master and servant looked at each other, and stepped forward bravely.

"Get out first" Seeing that the fire had almost burned the ground under his feet, Wen Guangting clamped Du Xiaoqian under his arm, Du Xiaoqian was holding the scroll, and the three of them were about to leave. After practicing their skills, Wen Guangting only felt dizzy and his body turned Staggering for a while, her breathing was unsteady, Xiaoyue's face was also heavy at this time, because she was almost powerless now, not as good as Wen Guangting's condition.

Du Xiaoqian was thrown to the ground by Wen Guangting, seeing his servant's weak appearance and his father's pale face, his lips began to turn pale, they were plotted against!

On the nanmu used as beams and pillars, traces of smoke faintly emitted under the cover of flames and burnt smell, and the flames shone with a coquettish orange color, which was extremely strange.

Here the lady started to go crazy, crying for a while and laughing for a while, Wen Yuan couldn't bear it, she huddled on the spot and cried loudly, but unfortunately, the people present didn't have the habit of pity and cherish jade, in the corner where she couldn't see, Wen Zhuo's face was pale, but in her heart she was pale. Yes, he knows, there are some things, if he draws the bow and doesn't turn back, he realizes that it's not good and it's too late.

Standing in the crowd, Meng Lang was dressed in white, watching from a distance, as if he was watching the farce in front of him, feeling neither happy nor worried.He didn't know that the person he was thinking of was in this sea of ​​flames, he thought Du Xiaoqian was still messing around with his servants in the yard, but when he found out, it was too late.

By the time the news reached Meng Lang's ears, it was already the second day after the fire. Due to the large number of books, the library was finally razed to the ground in the flames. Two guards were beaten to death. The screams made people tremble. The servant couldn't bear to look directly.The most important thing is that two people died, one is the head of the Wen family and the other is Du Xiaoqian.

When he learned of Du Xiaoqian's death, for a moment, Meng Lang's heart stopped beating, his blood froze, and his fingertips were cold. "Whose sacrifice are you talking about? Can you say it again?"

The servant didn't know why, so the master's ears are fine, but he said again in a heavy tone, "It's the funeral of the family and the second young master. We will guard the corpse from today, and it will be cremated after a while." In fact, he didn't say anything Yes, the corpses of the two still need to be cremated. The scorched and charred appearance feels like it will be broken if touched, and others can't bear to look directly at it. On the contrary, Wen Yuan, who is usually very tricky, pounced on her and cried earth-shatteringly. It was sad to let these servants look at it. The Patriarch finally didn't love Miss in vain, and the servants' attitude towards Wen Yuan was a little more sympathetic, but it's a pity that the person involved didn't know it.

"Du Xiaoqian?" Meng Lang smiled, how could it be possible, Du Xiaoqian, how could it be possible to go to Zangshu Pavilion?Shouldn't he just stay in the yard and wait for the weather to calm down, and he still wants to take him on a trip, traveling all over the country, eating all kinds of snacks, how is it possible, how is it possible to just go like this?

"You must have made a mistake. I'm going to see the Second Young Master, and it's not in vain for our friendship." Meng Lang had a feeling that something happened to Du Xiaoqian, which was related to the internal turmoil in Wen's family.

When he was led to the mourning hall, a group of people were whimpering and crying, which made Meng Lang very irritable. He wished he could turn the corpses into dust and powder them. He wanted to vent his anger inexplicably. Burning the paper money bit by bit, Meng Lang frowned. Without saying a word, he released his queen bee, and a bee the size of a hornet wandered around the room, but it didn't land on the two coffins. Only then did Lang feel the cold air inhaled into his lungs, and he felt better.

The two lying in the coffin did not have Du Xiaoqian. Meng Lang breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes became sharp again. Du Xiaoqian was fake, and the corpse of Master Wen might not be real.

Back in the room, Meng Lang opened the window, waved a handful of fragrance into the air, and with a cry, a small figure jumped to the window sill, opened his head to visit, so cute.

Gently touching the little guy's red mouth, the little guy immediately attached his head obediently. Meng Lang put the written note on the little guy's lap, and put a piece of meat into his mouth. The little guy immediately patted his head happily. Flap your wings and leave, fly to Meng's house in Yangzhou.

At Meng's house in Yangzhou, Meng Lang was lying on the bed and reading a book. His long hair was scattered casually and the corners of his eyes were raised. He heard a voice whizzing over. Meng Lang looked at the note that fell into his hand out of thin air. There is embarrassment, the third child has found the other half, uh, he is also a man, and he suddenly has a headache, just a broken sleeve from the family, and I don't know if the two adults in the family can bear another one.

Immediately rubbing the corners of his brows, Meng Lang waved his hand, and a dull man appeared in the room. If others saw him, they would be surprised by his identity. The number one killer with a gold medal, who is a master of killing, those who have seen him are either his killers or the dead .

"Hey, I see. My little brother has something to do. I can't get away now. I have to meet the Holy Majesty in the afternoon. You can take me there." His face is so charming that anyone who sees it will be moved, and he can't wait to see him from scratch. Don't stop until you kiss your feet.

But the man was indifferent to this appearance, he responded coldly, and flew out, he needs a fast horse to go to Wen's house now.