Kite falling into red dust

When he arrived, the whole house had become a sea of ​​flames, and many maids and servants were busy running around carrying water to put out the fire.

"No, no, no..." He was stunned for a while, and when he realized it, he immediately rushed to the scene of the fire.

"No, Your Majesty! It's dangerous!" Mo Yuan and a group of guards hurriedly stopped him.He struggled desperately, and shouted heart-piercingly: "Let go of the widow! He can't die, he can't just die like this!"

Looking at the tongues of fire soaring into the sky, Murong Mingyu suddenly recalled the dance of the phoenix bathed in fire that he performed at his father's birthday banquet.Murong Mingyu felt a strange feeling, as if what happened before his eyes was not real, but just another performance.

Half an hour later, the fire was finally completely extinguished.Fortunately, this house was not adjacent to other houses, and it was discovered in time, so the fire did not spread to other places, but the house that caught fire was burned into a charred ruin.

Afterwards, the guards carried out two corpses from the ruins.

Although he had been to the battlefield several times when he was the prince, he had also seen corpses strewn across the field, but when he saw the two burnt corpses beyond recognition, Murong Mingyu's vision suddenly went dark and he lost consciousness.

The first news he heard after waking up made him almost pass out again.

After inspection, the two bodies found in the fire scene were both men, one of them was an adult male about 30 years old, and the other was a young man who was not yet in his prime.Because the body's face and clothing were burned too badly, it was impossible to determine the identity of the body before death.But after investigation, there was not a single person missing in the palace, and the only people who stayed in that room at that time were Luo Jianqing and Luo Hongyuan.

"Have you found out the cause of the fire?" Murong Mingyu forced himself together and asked. "Not yet." Mo Yuan replied.He struggled to get up from the bed, and said: "I will pass on the will of the widow. From now on, I will order Jing Zhaoyin to fully investigate the case of the fire in the palace. We must find out the cause of the fire."

Ever since he fell into a coma, Shangguan Xuerui, who had been watching over him by the bed, couldn't help asking: "Who are those two people who died in the fire?" "His name is Luo Hongyuan."

"Luo Hongyuan?" She frowned slightly, "I seem to have heard of this name before." Murong Mingyu turned his head to look at her, but his eyes were empty and lifeless, as if his soul had been sucked away by something. "Didn't you always want to know who the person in the painting is? Now the widow can tell you, his name is Luo Hongyuan. The patient who lives in the widow's bedroom these days is him, and the person who died in the fire is also him. "

In the middle of the night, a woman's cry suddenly came from the Qiluan Palace.The sorrow and mourning of that cry will break the heart of even the most hard-hearted person.

The watchman passing by couldn't help but sneezed, wrapped his cotton padded clothes tightly around his body, glanced into the Qiluan Hall, shook his head again, and murmured in a low voice: "Your Majesty is really guilty of marrying such a flowery and jade-like woman!" The queen doesn't cherish it, so the queen can only weep every night, it's really pitiful!"

But in fact, the owner of the cry is not the queen, but a young woman covered with a veil.At this time, she was sitting alone in the yard, and the stone table in front of her was full of wine and vegetables, which had been completely chilled due to being placed in the cold wind for too long.

She picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake, but she didn't intend to put it in her mouth, she just looked at it and wept silently.