Chapter 563

It was she who cut everything. She always thought that the jade belonged to Ouyang Huo. She later learned that the Empress Dowager passed it on to her under the name of Ouyang Huo, but she didn't care! She wholeheartedly helped ouyanghuo ascend the throne as emperor. She was a young Fu at the age of 12. Her father died at the age of 13. She replaced her father and became the youngest prime minister of Hongmeng.

A 13-year-old child, who was supposed to be pampered in his parents' arms, has planned everything in the court hall. Her grandfather also advised her that the child should do his job and enjoy fun. She just smiled. She said that her grandson would come to be the Prime Minister of the king!

She folded the letter carefully and took it close to her. The imperial concubine's bed was about years old. In this house that had not been repaired for a long time, it smelled of dry rotten wood. With a bang, the boy lying on the imperial concubine's bed rolled to the ground.

Wuhua was frightened. The boy was lying like this, looking at her with warm eyes. There was no resentment or hatred in those eyes, as if he were saying, I forgive you.

Whenever I dream back at midnight, it is such a scene. She threw herself on the ground, and the dust stained her noble imperial dress messy and dirty. She slowly lay down face to face with the prince, looked at him quietly, and the fire fold in her hand threw it at the hanging green yarn.

"Sorry, Huo, I'm ten years late." clasped with the prince's cold fingers, the cold temperature on the ground became more and more distant. She vaguely saw a figure rushing in and covering her mouth in front of her. She found that it was Xie Si. She pushed him in a panic and held the boy in her arms tightly.

"Cough up, what are you doing here! Childe Xie, I'm just using you. Don't you understand? Every time I see you, I feel sick. I hate you. If it wasn't for the imperial hegemony, who would pick up such an incompetent you! Go away! Go away!" the fire didn't know how to start, It burned quickly towards the exquisite attics in the prime minister's house.

Xie Si pulled Wuhua's hand over his mouth and coughed with thick smoke: "you come with me! Wuhua! Come with me!"

"You go, this is between me and the Grand Prince, Xie Si, don't get involved." she held the young man in her arms, probably because the temperature was high, the ice on the Grand Prince began to degenerate, the whole person looked a little puffy, and even the handsome face became a little unbearable.

Wuhua couldn't care about these. She held the young man tightly and screamed in her heart. No one could see or hear.

"OK! Since you're going to die, I'll die with you!" Xie Si didn't cover his nose at all. He lay straight beside Wuhua. Several elders rushed in and dragged Xie Si out under Wuhua's order. When he went back to drag Wuhua, the house collapsed and the fire burned the attic of the three floors to ashes.

There are many fires in the prime minister's house, and no one dares to save it. Such a big fire is surrounded by alleys. It is close to the prime minister's house, hoping not to harm others.

Song Ningyu and Ouyang Huo were still chatting in the Ziwei palace. A plate of sunspot chess pieces left only the disabled and weak generals. Shuanghe suddenly knocked outside the door, and the sound of Shuanghe sounded cold outside the door.

"King, there was water in the prime minister's house suddenly. It was said that childe Xie rushed in and was later pulled out by five old servants. The prime minister was afraid..."

Song Ningyu was shocked. The prime minister... Died?

She stared at Shuanghe standing quietly outside the door. She saw Shuanghe's red eyes and slowly drooping her eyes. The black and white chess game became messy under her palm. She said word by word: "I'm going to the prime minister's house! Are you going?"

Ouyang Huo seemed to have nothing to do with it. Only song Ningyu knew that his gently trembling hand explained how much pain he felt, but he never said it.

"Gu also wants to see what it looks like in the prime minister's house, which has been prosperous for nearly a thousand years in Hongmeng. Let's go."

Shuanghe raised his head, gave song Ningyu a grateful look, and stepped on a busy step to arrange for cars and horses to drive out. It was ouyanghuo's trip. Naturally, the pomp was indispensable, but now, it was much thinner than the exchange. Song Ningyu almost rushed into the prime minister's house with disorderly steps.

The whole prime minister's house was in the fire, and the 3000 people occupied one tenth of the important area of Hongmeng. The fire broke out, and the houses sprang up one by one, unable to stop! The crowd standing behind song Ningyu and watching pointed to the prime minister's house and whispered.

"Fortunately, the prime minister's house was copied by the king. Otherwise, it would be a pity to burn so many valuable things."

"What do you know? The prime minister's house has been loyal to the king for nearly a thousand years. What kind of end will it end up in the end? So, it's better to do some small business, really, what kind of official."

"Oh, stop talking and be careful that the king hears it."

The voices of those people were very low, but Ouyang Huo listened to them without revealing a word. He coldly hooked his lips and glanced at the people. Suddenly, everyone fell on their knees on the ground. It was freezing and snowy, so they shouldn't have come to join the fun. Well, when he knelt down in the snow for a cup of tea, Ouyang Huo didn't say it, and they didn't dare to get up.

Song Ningyu stood at the door, staring at the fire inside. Even standing at the door, she felt the heat wave intertwined by the fire in the prime minister's house, blinked fiercely, and found that in an open space next door, across the sky, she seemed to see someone struggling there.

Ouyang's fire swept his eyes, and song Ningyu slowly got off the carriage of the Eight Golden Horses. He looked lazy and said, "it's cold to kneel on the snow. Get up."

Those people trembled, knelt on the ground, fell lower, and said in unison: "thank you, thank you..."

Until Ouyang's fire was gone, these people dared to raise their heads, breathe a sigh of relief, and suddenly burst and scattered.

Song Ningyu quickly passed through a layer of fire like heat wave and ran over. The five people were desperately looking at Xie Si, who was crying with snot and tears, to prevent him from rushing into the fire.

Xie Si was still struggling and wailing: "you let go of me! Let go of me! I'm going to save her. She's not dead! She can't kill the prince. Let go of me!"

Song Ningyu looked at Xie Si in surprise: "what did you say?"

As soon as Xie Si saw song Ningyu, he was like seeing the benefactor who saved his life. He rushed towards song Ningyu. The five people couldn't stop him and were thrown away one after another. When he saw song Ningyu coming, the five people were relieved.

The old housekeeper hugged song Ningyu and sighed respectfully, "Miss Song is here. We have finished anything."

Song Ningyu frowned and looked at the five people with a determined face: "what are you going to do? Since Wuhua drove you out of the prime minister's house, I naturally hope you will be good, you..."