And now.
The door of a room in the Inn opened secretly.
"Second young master... Now, do you want to do it now?" Lao Ding couldn't help being nervous and asked.
"The plan remains the same, do it. Today, my mother came secretly to confirm that this girl is Zhao Liuxian, but she may have suffered a brain injury. Now she doesn't remember what happened before, otherwise she won't go home." Zhao Qi said.
"Since the three young ladies don't remember the past, either, or forget it." Lao Ding retreated a little and said.
In fact, he felt that the young lady was a little pathetic. She was originally a phoenix in her family, but she fell to this point.
Zhao Qi's face sank and said, "as long as she is Zhao Liuxian, whether she remembers her identity or not, it is a threat to us. I saw her this time. What about next time? Next time, it's likely that my father will see her! "
After being reprimanded, Lao Ding dared not speak again.
"Are you ready?" Zhao Qi asked.
The old Ding picked up the lamp oil in his hand and said, "it's all here, young master."
"Come with me." Zhao Qi's eyes showed a touch of coldness. He had observed that Zhao Liuxian lived in the firewood house. In that place, as long as she burned a fire and locked the door, she would be burned to death, and then everything would be fine.
Thinking, the expression on his face showed a touch of gloom and quietly walked outside the firewood house.
Far away, he saw the door of the wood house closed.
Zhao Qi lit the torch in his hand and handed it to Lao Ding. He ordered, "young master, watch here. Go quickly."
"Yes, young master." Lao Ding was a little nervous. He took the torch and lamp oil and went outside the firewood house.
He looked back at Zhao Qi, then put the barrel of lamp oil around the firewood room, and then threw the lit torch on the ground of the firewood room. He saw the flame jump up suddenly.
Lao Ding hurried back.
Zhao Qi looked at the fire and said, "go, go back to the room first!"
"Yes, yes, young master." Lao Ding's hands and feet were a little soft. He looked back at the burning fire, accelerated his pace and left with Zhao Qi.
In the woodshed.
Yue Yan was sleeping when she suddenly felt a choking breath. She suddenly woke up from her sleep and saw thick smoke floating in.
"Cough..." she suddenly stood up, covered her mouth and coughed loudly.
Look out again!
Fire!
The outside of the firewood room was burning, and the flame floated in through the crack in the door, licked the wood stack inside, and gradually burned inside the firewood room.
She didn't have time to think. She ran to the door, pulled the bolt open and shouted, "fire! Fire! Help! Help! "
However, to her despair, the door of the firewood house was locked and she couldn't open it!
Zhao family!
The idea flashed through her mind that they were coming to kill her.
Then, she shook the door bolt harder. The door was shaking, but it couldn't be opened. The fire rushed in. She felt a burst of burning pain. The whole person stepped back and fell to the ground.
"Cough, cough..." she coughed hard, breathing more and more difficult, her eyes choked to tears, and her throat was cut.
"Cough, help, help... Little brother, uncle, help me, help me..." she saw the cloak on the ground, climbed over hard, put the cloak on her body, clenched her teeth, ran quickly and hit the door!
once!
twice!
Three times!
Hit again and again!
However, the door could not be opened. All the firewood in the firewood room had been burned, and her clothes were lit.
She wanted to cry and shout, but she couldn't make any sound when the fireworks choked.
She could not stand still and fell down on the firewood, feeling a burning pain all over her.
How desperate!
Although careful, can't you escape?
Mother, mother, what should I do? Can't le Yaner see you? What should I do?
Mother, in this life, you must not be with the fourth prince named Feng Qianyue. He is a nightmare. It's your nightmare.
If you see him, you must walk away without looking back, ignore him, don't be infatuated with him, mother
She fell into the sea of fire, slowly closed her eyes, and tears slowly fell down her cheeks.
"Bang!" Suddenly, a loud noise came, the door was opened, and the fire jumped in, and she felt a more burning.
"Le Yan, Le Yan..." a figure quickly ran in, picked her up from the ground, caught fire and carried her out.
When he went out, he had a hard time. The door suddenly collapsed and rushed towards them. He subconsciously turned around and butted the door with a quilt, and the two fell to the ground at the same time.
At this time, another figure came in quickly and moved the door quickly. The medicine boy picked up Yueyan again and went out.
"Le Yan!" The medicine boy held Leyan in his arms, panting and looking down at the people in his arms. She was unconscious and wore a cloak that was almost half burned.
Feng Qianyue glanced faintly across the firewood room. He smelled the smell of lamp oil in the air.
"Go and heal her." Feng Qianyue said.
"Yes, childe!" The medicine boy didn't have time to think too much. He changed his posture, carried Yueyan on his back and ran quickly.
Big sweat fell down, his heart pounded and shouted, "Yueyan, Yueyan, don't sleep over, you're fine!"
Feng Qianyue narrowed his eyes slightly, bent over, picked up a torch from the ground and threw it forward.
The fire in the woodshed is burning more vigorously.
After a while, there was a commotion in the inn, "no, it's on fire, the firewood room is on fire!"
With several shouts, the people of the inn got up one after another. The landlady was anxious to lead the boys of the inn to put out the fire, and some guests joined the fire-fighting team.
"No, the girl is still living in the wood house. Hurry up and get her out quickly, but don't die in the shop!" The landlady shouted.
Zhao Qi slowly opened a corner of the door, smiled coldly and said, "it's too late. Zhao Liuxian must have been burned to death. Such a big fire."
Lao Ding felt the sweat on his forehead and felt very uneasy in his heart.
"Come on, let's go and have a look." Zhao Qi clapped his hands and said leisurely.
Walking to the firewood room, I saw that the fire surrounded the whole firewood room, and other places also had a tendency to burn. Looking at the burning posture, Zhao Qi's face illuminated by the fire looked very ferocious.
Burn, burn!
Burn the little bitch!
Zhao Qi seemed to smell the burning of human flesh. Fortunately, all the people joined the ranks of putting out the fire, so that the fire gradually decreased, but the whole firewood house has almost been burned up!