After Siyu left, Fusheng took Xiangyi to the sparsely populated hilltop of the back mountain, and the servant and girl followed behind.

Standing behind the big tree, Chu Chuyan looked at the two distant figures, then turned to ask the servant: "Is that the young lady of the Mo family?"

"Yes yes yes." The servant stared at Xiang Yi's back eagerly, "I've heard that this young lady from the Mo family is extremely beautiful, but today I met a real person, she is really beautiful.

It's a pity to grow up like this.

At first glance, it looks like a lady from a great family, with such a noble and elegant temperament.

But just now, when he was yelling at those ladies, he was sharp-tongued, unreasonable, and played cards with a group of men, and now he has a private meeting with a man in the back mountain...

Tsk tsk, you really don't know what you look like, you really are a cockfighting dog, a dandy who hangs around among men all day long..."

The boy wanted to continue talking, but when Chu Chuyan gave him a sideways look, the boy immediately closed his mouth knowingly.

At the end, the servant continued: "Master, don't you think this girl looks very nice?"

"It's just a superficial appearance. What's the use of having a good superficial appearance?" Chu Chuyan saw the startled face in his mind. Call it both talent and appearance, but if you are reckless, that appearance will become a burden instead."

He touched the hairpin in his arms. He searched almost the entire temple in the past two days, but he didn't see the woman at all. I don't know if it was because he went down the mountain early after being frightened.

However, the temple is under martial law recently, and the guards have tried their best to screen those who go up and down the mountain, so it is not the best time to go down the mountain.

That woman is unparalleled in beauty, has a poetic spirit in her belly, knows the melody, and can't dodge when a man approaches. She must be a well-educated woman.



The sky changed in the afternoon, and the autumn wind was rustling.

Dry days and dry things.

Autumn nights get dark very early.

Xiang Yi is copying the scriptures of that day, and Si Yu is also writing a letter of repentance at the table.

If she hadn't heard these wives' comments on her and Xiang Yi, Si Yu would not have known that she had made such a big mistake.

She counted down the mistakes of her actions from childhood to adulthood one by one, and at the end of the writing, she felt a sense of guilt for being shameless.

Seeing that it was rare for her to work so hard, Xiang Yi didn't bother her, so she went straight to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, Siyu finished writing the last line, and heard shouts from outside: "It's on fire, it's on fire, there are still people inside, please help put out the fire."

Siyu put down the pen, looked outside, and saw the fire in the south of the temple reflecting the sky red.

The guard and the girl had already woken up and ran over one after another.

Siyu raised her feet and walked out: "Stay with Xiangyi, I'll go to fight the fire, don't follow."

"Miss." The girl wanted to grab her, but only tore a corner of her clothes.

With a kick of both feet, Siyu jumped over the low wall and ran towards the south wing.

Half of the guards stayed here, and the other half followed closely.

When Siyu arrived, she saw that the house was already on fire, and there was a lot of crying and howling, and someone said: "This tank is not filled with water, but oil, don't pour it in."

The people in the temple had already fetched water from the well, Siyu grabbed a crying little girl and asked, "Is there anyone else in there?"

"There are still people, Madam is still inside, the young master rushed in just now."

"Don't cry, go and smash all the water tanks filled with oil in the yard, or set them all on fire." Siyu took off her coat, soaked it in the bucket to get wet, put it on her body, and covered her mouth Nose, rushed into the sea of ​​fire...