While everyone else was busy putting out the fire, the corner door of the house was opened, and a woman in a cloak ran out, alerting the servants who were keeping watch.
But the woman's figure was nimble, and as soon as the boy showed signs of catching up, he saw her turning into the alley and disappearing in a few seconds.
Afraid of being seen by the guards who were patrolling by, the young man had no choice but to retreat to the house. Then he was distracted by the fire in front of him and completely forgot about the matter.
I heard that a new girl came to the yard and was recovering from her injuries.
She was pretty but not in good health. When she first came here, the master of the house personally carried her in. At that time, the girl didn't even open her eyes and fell asleep all the way.
Now that the fire came suddenly and violently, the weak girl must have been...
Everyone hurried over to help, but they couldn't help but feel sad in their hearts. They had all kinds of speculations, and also had the feeling of death.
At this time, Zhuyayuan.
Pei Yanzhou has been in the study and has no plans to rest.
Since Song Jinyin was no longer in the courtyard, he felt that this place was extremely empty. Only by going to her room in the middle of the night could he sleep peacefully.
He plans to do the same today.
After finishing his work, he was going to stay in Song Jinyin's house.
When these two days pass, no matter how much Song Jinyin resists, he will not give in anymore, let alone give Song Jinyin a chance to leave his side.
Even though there was only hatred surrounding the two of them.
"Master, something happened."
Cang Lin's voice, mixed with urgency, sounded outside, interrupting Pei Yanzhou's thoughts.
His body stiffened, and he felt suddenly panicked.
The words "something happened" were so straightforward that Cang Lin never said them.
The thick ink dripped and stained, and the content of the letter could no longer be seen. The visitor did not bother to wait for the response inside, and took the initiative to open the door for the first time and knelt in front of the desk.
"Master, the yard over there...is flooded."
...
Under the night, there was only a figure of a big horse running wildly.
Running recklessly, he aroused the vigilance of the patrolling guards in the quiet night, but was stopped by Butler Wang who followed him to deal with the aftermath.
Now that the curfew is approaching, the main street is already deserted. Butler Wang suddenly felt something bad after Cang Lin received the news. He asked people to deliver a message to Mr. Lin in case of emergency, and took his people with him. Come up.
The prince didn't even have time to put on the crane cloak, only an ordinary robe, running under the cold winter night.
The fire in the Bamboo House Restaurant almost killed the prince, but at least Song Jinyin did not die with Mr. Zhou, but this time...
The news will not be false. If the person can be rescued, it will not be like this.
Butler Wang didn't dare to think about it.
Even after he got the news, he didn't dare to look at the prince's extremely sinister eyes.
The cold wind is chilly, as if it brings the pain of gouging out the heart and bones.
Pei Yanzhou endured such torture all the way.
But it wasn't until he returned to the house again and saw the fire that had not been completely extinguished and the dark wooden pillars that he realized that the pain of gouging out his heart just now was not as severe as it was now.
There seems to be a fishy-sweet taste in the throat.
He could no longer hear other people's words in his ears, his eyes were red but at a loss, and his tall and tall figure like a green pine could no longer stand upright at this moment.
He didn't believe that such a fire happened in Song Jinyin's house. He didn't believe that after not seeing her for a few days, everything became irreversible.
All of this left him with only one thought.
He wants to go in and get his little girl back.
"It's dangerous inside, my eldest son, please don't do it!"
When Grandma saw the person rushing straight into the room, her expression suddenly changed. She had no time to stop the person, so she had to quickly call to the attendant next to her, "Quick, stop the prince!"
As early as Pei Yanzhou stepped forward, the attendants tried to stop him.
But the cruel gloom in the man seemed to tear him apart alive. He didn't even look at anyone else, and just stepped aside, his coldness and madness lurking inside.
The next moment, there was the sound of a sword being unsheathed.
Pei Yanzhou took advantage of the situation and pulled out the long sword from the attendant's waist, and put his backhand against the visitor's neck.
"Step aside."
His eyes were still fixed on the fire in front of him, as if except for that one, nothing around him could fall into his eyes.
But the hand holding the sword was trembling without his noticing it. This was the only movement that revealed his panic, and it was also the last trace of clarity in confronting the madness.
He couldn't wait any longer. If he waited any longer, Song Jinyin would be afraid.
Pei Yanzhou finally rushed into the fire.
Everything that came into view was burned, the scorching heat hit my face, the acrid smoke, and the ashes filled the air.
The wooden frames of tables, chairs, and even the bed frames were burned black, with only the burned areas showing a dazzling red color.
Occasionally, a wooden beam fell, and the firelight swept across his cheeks and hands, leaving traces.
But Pei Yanzhou felt no pain.
At this moment, he only felt the decline of the world, and everything was completely scattered in his mind.
There is no trace of career ambition, merit, power, or his hatred.
Only at this moment did Pei Yanzhou clearly understand that without Song Jinyin in this world, it would be difficult for him to move forward.
And he had to admit that all the reasons for forcing her to stay by his side were just excuses to deceive him.
There is only one truth, and that is that from beginning to end, Pei Yanzhou was inseparable from him.
He used all the excuses he could think of, and used the hatred that had long since dissipated, to cover up his despicable and out-of-control heart, and to cover up the love that he had fallen into before he knew when.
But he didn't want to admit it, and he was stubbornly unwilling to put Song Jinyin in the most important position.
He even wanted to kill their children after learning that he had a concubine's eldest son.
Pei Yanzhou's heart was being torn apart bit by bit, and the pain completely enveloped his whole body, making him unable to breathe, and his eyes were scarlet.
He thought that Song Jinyin should have been extremely happy when she learned that she had a child. She should still have a glimmer of hope, so she cautiously told him the story of the eldest son of a commoner that night.
But as for him, he never seemed to hesitate in front of her.
Even later, in front of her, seeing her brokenness and tears, he still ruthlessly chose not to.
"Song Jinyin..."
Despair swept over him, weighing him down until he was on the verge of suffocation.
Pei Yanzhou finally lost control at this moment, but there was no Song Jinyin.
There was no Song Jinyin anywhere, only the dark gray color on the ground and the wooden pillars that kept falling.
With a bang, the entire dowry was overturned, and the contents were scattered all over the floor. They shone brightly on the ashes, but were immediately swallowed up by the fire.
Only a hint of green caught Pei Yanzhou's eyes.
It was already difficult to move around inside the house, and occasionally pieces of wood fell from the side and hit his feet.
This time he had just walked a distance when a wooden pillar fell towards him.
Pei Yanzhou did not avoid it, and allowed the fire to hit his back, causing the sweetness to fill his throat again. He also allowed himself to be burned by the sparks when he went to pick up the jade pendant, and his skin was stained darkly.
The hand that originally held the sword held the jade pendant.
He didn't even pay attention to the injury on the back of his hand. He just held it hard and didn't even notice that the wound was torn.
The feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger, but he seemed to suddenly understand something.
Pei Yanzhou suddenly stood up straight and looked around again.
There is no Song Jinyin in this room.
This jade pendant was not simply placed here, but discarded.
Clarity flashed through his mind again.
The fire may have been man-made, but it was not a means for Song Jinyin to escape. She did not even have the slightest intention of feigning death.
She was just telling him that even if she had been trapped in a fire, even if the fire in the wine shop had once been her nightmare, now she could try again in order to leave.
This is her determination.
She no longer wants this jade pendant, and she no longer wants him.
After realizing this, Pei Yanzhou couldn't hold back the sweet taste in his throat, and blood immediately stained the ground red.
While he was rejoicing, he was also suffering from tremendous sorrow, wrapped in uncontrollable panic and pain in his heart.
It was clear that there were scorching flames all around, but the man felt as if he had been scratched by ice knives, feeling cold and painful.
Everything was telling him that this time, he was probably really going to lose Song Jinyin.
...
Lin Jingxiu hurried out of the house holding the token. After the curfew, he could only use this thing to reduce some trouble.
The journey was very fast, but Lin Jingxiu didn't expect that he would see Pei Yanzhou like this.
The man's lips were bloody and he stood among the ashes.
His eyes were empty and lifeless, his body and face were covered with scars, and even the backs of his hands showed signs of split flesh, but he seemed unconscious, like a withered grass and tree, just looking at the ruins quietly.
Lin Jingxiu paused slightly.
He thought that Pei Yanzhou would suffer some hardships from Song Jinyin sooner or later, but he never thought that this time, the man in front of him, who was strategizing, would become the helpless and helpless person he is now.
