Chapter 1297

With a cold hum, he turned and left. The concealed weapon in his hand flew out. He heard a loud noise and the roof of the firewood house collapsed

Feng Yunzheng heard the sound, and a cold feeling flashed on his expressionless face. He came out all the way. The silver brocade robe floated in the wind, with a trace of awe inspiring breath all over his body.

When he stepped out of the gate of Sanqing temple, Feng Ye just jumped down from his horse and met him. When he saw Feng Yunzheng, his steps suddenly stopped and looked at him closely, "brother nine."

However, Feng Yunzheng's eyes and footsteps did not stop. He resolutely walked past him without saying a word.

Feng Ye is stunned and watches him go away——

"Fire! Fire, fire again! " At this time, there were noisy footsteps and anxious cries in the Taoist temple.

Feng Ye's heart trembled and quickly walked in. The dark purple robe wrapped his tall body. His steps seemed a little anxious. He grabbed one of them and asked, "where is the fire? Why is there a fire? "

"The firewood house suddenly caught fire, and the second Miss Xie family is still inside..." the man said and ran quickly in the direction of the firewood house, holding a basin in his hand, went to put out the fire.

what?

Xie Jinran?

Feng Ye suddenly turns back and looks at Feng Yunzheng's back. He sees his hands behind him and leaves quietly. His back is determined and ruthless.

"Fast, fast, there are many dry firewood in the firewood room. The fire is fast and fierce. I'm afraid the people in this room will be killed!" Two more men ran past him with water.

Feng Ye returns to his senses. His head clicks in his heart. He quickly walks towards the firewood house. Before he reaches his destination, he smells a strong smell of burning. The smell is mixed with a strong smell of blood, which makes him sick for a while.

When I approached, I saw many people around the firewood house spraying water to extinguish the fire. When the fire was small, the thick smoke curled up, and they covered their mouths and coughed.

"Come on, open the door and let Miss Xie out. Come on!" Someone shouted anxiously.

Feng Ye only feels that a stuffy fist hits his heart hard. He feels the heat coming from his face. The whole person feels a burst of heat, and his head feels faint for a moment.

With a bang, the door opened, a thick smoke rushed out with the flame, and the people quickly stepped back for several steps.

Feng Ye quickly pushes aside the crowd. As soon as he sees the situation inside the door, he immediately steps back. He feels frightened. Rao Shi has seen him in the audience and is also frightened by the scene in front of him. A dark man climbed out from the inside bit by bit, his hair was burned into a ball, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and his hands were burned into black charcoal. Where he climbed, the flesh and blood adhered to the ground, and the black blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth. His body trembled like a head

A dying old dog.

"Ah!" The people who came saw the tragedy of the man in front of them, and they were scared to step back. No one could believe that the person who was not human at all was the bright and beautiful second Miss Xie

She stopped, laboriously raised her head, trembled, stretched out her hand, and the corners of her mouth moved, trying to pull out a smile, but the expression was clearly more ugly than crying.

Feng Ye is deeply shocked and paralyzed. He squats down slowly and stretches out his hand. Xie Jinran holds his hand with his last strength and opens his lips.

Feng Ye approached and asked in a trembling voice, "what do you want to say?"

"Dian, your highness, yes, I'm sorry. I... couldn't... Help you... I... I'm sorry..."

"Jin ran... And she slowly closed her eyes, and her hand slipped from Feng Ye's palm. She stopped breathing and didn't move any more.

Feng Ye's heart suddenly sank, his mind was blank, and his mouth whispered, "Jinran... Jinran..."

However, Xie Jinran is dead. He is about to die by the poisonous scorpion. He is not in the shape of an adult who is burned by the fire. He is motionless and dark. His eyes are wide open. He looks very terrible.

Feng Ye slowly raises his head. A moment later, he reaches out and slides over her eyelids to let her close her eyes. He also closes his eyes. A touch of sadness slides from the bottom of his eyes, leaving a line of tears.

"It's not your fault, it's my fault. Everyone has no good end with me. If it weren't for me, you might have a wonderful life..." Feng Ye stood up and murmured.

The bodyguard came forward, took a mat, lifted Xie Jinran up, rolled it with the mat, carried it out, and carried it outside. The flesh on his hand fell to the ground bit by bit.

What a terrible death! Feng Ye retreated two steps, looking dejected, Yin Huai came forward and said, "Your Highness, I have just asked. The second young lady set fire to Princess Hengqin's room and was caught. One of the servant girls was buried in the sea of fire and the other was not dead. She has told the second young lady about sending them to set fire

, the Empress Dowager put the two young ladies in the firewood room. She originally wanted to take them back to the palace for interrogation on the day of leaving the customs. As a result, the firewood room was on fire. "

"The reason why the firewood house caught fire was..." "after inspection, it was said that the stealing mouse was frightened and overturned the oil lamp when fleeing, which caused the fire. In addition, the second Miss knelt up all the way from three miles down the mountain. When she ran away, her feet hurt, so she couldn't escape in time." Yinhuai informed him of the information,

Avenue.

"..." Feng Ye sighed deeply and said, "go down the mountain."

"Your Highness, don't worry. The second young lady has already dissolved her engagement with you. Her behavior has nothing to do with you and won't involve you." When Yin Huai sees Feng Ye worried, he goes to the sidewalk. Feng Ye walked all the way outside the Sanqing temple. The mottled shadow of the tree fell on him, leaving a long shadow on the ground, which looked particularly bleak. A bitter smile appeared on his face and said, "Yin Huai, is this king destined to die alone? I love and love me, no one is willing to do it

Wang stopped, but no one had a good end... "Your Highness..." Yin Huai felt very distressed for his master, but he could only say in a dark way, "no, my highness is both literate and martial, wise and divine. He is one of the best beautiful men in Kyoto. Countless women fall in love with you. You just haven't met your fate. One day,

There will be a woman who will fit in with you and help you. "

Feng Ye smiled sadly and said, "well, don't force it. In the future, just concentrate on the political affairs of the court..." "if your highness can figure it out, you can rest assured of your humble position. Your highness can rest assured that your humble position will stay with your highness all your life." Yin Huai said.