"Girl, it's dark. Go to bed early. Don't get tired of your eyes." Madam Liu took the curtain and walked into the east room. Seeing that Tang Yu was still copying scriptures, she persuaded him with concern. After saying that, she scolded Molan in a low voice, "Why don't you persuade me if you are serving the girl? If I didn't come and take a look, would you plan to let the girl continue writing?"

Molan wanted to defend herself, but when she met Madam Liu's unhappy gaze, she pursed her lips and bent her knees to admit her mistake: "It's a dereliction of duty for me."

When the girl was eleven years old, Rong took advantage of the marquis's outing to bully the girl and wrongly accused her of stealing her things in front of a room of guests. Afterwards, the marquis got furious and asked her aunt to help find a reliable nanny to teach the girl. The lady chose Madam Liu, who was good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was also good at the housekeeper of the inner house. As soon as Madam Liu entered the mansion, she was shocked to Rong and did not dare to do anything badly. Then she taught her all her skills to the girl. She was capable and respectful to the girl, but never relied on her seniority. The girl trusted and respected Madam Liu very much. Even the marquis gave Madam Liu three points. How could she talk back casually?

"Madam, I don't listen to my advice. Don't blame Molan." Tang Yu put down his pen and signaled Molan to come over to clean up the desk with his eyes.

"Just protect her, she and Huilan are becoming less and less polite." Madam Liu smiled and said with a angrily, kind and friendly. As she said, her eyes fell on a candlestick, she suddenly frowned and walked over and said, "Look at the candles you use so quickly, have you stayed up late to read books again? Girl, don't think I'm too naughty. People's eyes can't help but be tired. When they get sick, they'll be fine. If their eyes are broken, they won't be cured in the future. You have to squint your eyes and look at things that are farther away. Do you want to become like that?"

The old man talked a lot about people, but out of kindness, Tang Yu nodded repeatedly and promised to go to bed early tonight.

Madam Liu nodded, moved the candlestick slightly inside, and turned around and quickly wiped her hand along the top of the candle.

Tang Yu and Mo Lan sent her out together. Mo Lan ordered the little maid to prepare water, and she accompanied the girl for a walk in the yard.

There was a red cloud remaining in the sky in the west. Tang Yu looked into the distance. When the clouds turned dark, she withdrew her gaze and went back to the house to wash.

It was cool in the mountains at night, and Mo Lan closed the window one by one. The candlelight in the room was warm and soft. Tang Yu wiped his feet and leaned against the head of the bed, and used to pick up the book to read it. But he was sleepy tonight and got tired after reading it for less than two pages. Tang Yu covered his face with his hands, closed the book, and said softly to Mo Lan, who was sitting on the embroidered bench sewing purse, "Go to sleep."

Molan was surprised and happy. When the girl slept early, she didn't have to worry about the girl's eyes breaking, let alone worry about being scolded by Mama Liu.

After helping the girl put down the gauze tent and covered it, Molan took a lamp to blow the candlestick. When she walked out, she couldn't help but yawn.

Both the master and the servant were asleep.

In the east wing, the little maid Xiu'er saw that the lights in the upper room were dim and walked to the door of the inner room and replied, "Madam, the girl is resting."

"Well, you go to bed, too."

The sleepy voice of Madam Liu came from inside, and Xiu'er responded and went to the outside couch to sleep with satisfaction.

In the inner room, Madam Liu got off the bed and was dressed in good clothes. She knelt on the futon she had prepared long ago and recited the scriptures silently. Everyone has their own destiny, and she couldn't help but ask the Buddha to serve the big girl for the sake of her dedication to the big girl a few years ago and for her lenient treatment of Xiu'er, she would punish her less in the future.

I don’t know how long it took to me, but the bright moon outside had already climbed to a high altitude. Madam Liu finally stood up and walked out.

After sucking the mystery she had prepared in advance, Xiu'er was already asleep. Madam Liu pulled out her pillow and then covered Xiu'er's face hard.

A faint struggle suddenly came from under the pillow, and a fierce light suddenly appeared in Aunt Liu's eyes, and she was getting more and more forceful.

The whimpering sound became weaker and weaker, until it fell into a dead silence.

Madam Liu was surprisingly calm. She carried the tung oil and brush that had been prepared long ago and swayed in the wing room like a ghost. After applying it inside, she then applied the edges of the window.

After preparing, two quarters of an hour, the first flame bloomed in Xiu'er's room.

~

The top of Qinglong Mountain, Duanwang Mansion Villa.

The guards guarding the main gate first discovered the fire at the foot of the mountain and were always here. The guards had already known the situation of the various courtyards in Qinglong Mountain. After a little thought, they determined the family that was walking through the water. After discussing with the other three guards, he went in to report that the fire in the mountain was a major event, and no matter who family knew about it, they would know the prince.

Song Qinwu was sensitive and almost recognized the footsteps of the guards at the same time as Chu Feng who was vigilant, and immediately woke up.

Chu Feng stepped forward to interrogate the guards. Song Qin sat up and guessed that there was something important, otherwise the guards would not dare to disturb them overnight. When he heard Chu Feng rushing back at a faster speed, Song Qin frowned, raised his long legs and fell to the ground, and was about to put on his ink-colored outer robe, Chu Feng outside the door said in a deep voice: "Prince, the Tang family courtyard has gone to water. The distance is too far, and I can't see which room is on fire."

Song Qin let go of his eyebrows. He thought something happened in the palace, but it turned out that he was just a water flow...

"Tang Family House?" Frowning again, Song Qin quickly put on his outer robe.

"It's the Tang family." As the only person who knew the prince's thoughts about Miss Tang, Chu Feng looked nervously at the man who walked out with a cold face, "Prince, do you want your subordinates to go over and take a look?"

"No, you protect the third princess." Song Qin ordered coldly, walked steadily, and disappeared at the door in the blink of an eye.

~

Tang Yu was very hot, so hot that it was uncomfortable, her chest was blocked, she had difficulty breathing, and she tried hard to inhale...

The breath he sucked in was inexplicably choking. Tang Yu coughed violently and opened his eyes with difficulty. He found that he was lying on the ground at some point, with thick smoke everywhere around him and his tongue of fire. The first time Tang Yu saw such a fire, burning like a ferocious beast, and it would pounce on you in the next moment. Tang Yu looked at him in a daze. For a moment, she felt that she was in a dream, which was so fierce. The heat made her wake up completely. This was not a dream, and the room really caught fire!

"Molan!" Tang Yu quickly stood up and called out to someone in horror.

However, the flames were raging, wrapping the beams, tables and chairs, and Tang Yu could not hear any response. I don’t know if it was because her voice was too small and it was not heard, or the fire was too big, blocking the sound outside. Tang Yu ran to the door eagerly, and was about to step out, a burning beam suddenly fell from the front!

Tang Yu was so scared that he retreated repeatedly, and retreated too quickly, and fell to the ground.

The ground is hot.

Staring at the blocked path ahead, Tang Yu felt despair for the first time. She could escape when the fire broke out, but now, what should she do?

"Molan!" The flames rushed towards her. Tang Yu hid in a mess in an empty place in the room, and screamed at the window for help. The thick smoke choked, and she gradually couldn't stand up. She staggered towards the only intact table in the room. A red beam suddenly fell from her head. Tang Yu covered her mouth and hid beside her, but her body had no more strength to support her, and she fell down softly.

She wanted to stand up, but she couldn't use any strength.

It seemed that her body was on fire. Apart from the discomfort, she was hot and thirsty. Looking at the direction of Xijiji, the only remaining water in Tang Yu's body turned into tears.

If she was doomed, she wanted to die in front of her mother's portrait. What does her mother look like? It's all because her father didn't draw well. After looking at the portrait for so many years, she still couldn't remember her mother... She wanted to take a look again, maybe she remembered this time. When she arrived at the underworld, she could recognize her mother...

"mother……"

If you really see your mother, the mother who gave birth to her and raised her will treat her as a treasure. Perhaps it would be good if you die?

The sight was blurred, the little girl was confused, curled up in a ball with her eyes closed, calling her the person she thought most in just over a decade, most of the time she called her mother, and occasionally she changed to her father.

As she shouted, the fire around her suddenly disappeared. Tang Yu looked around in a daze, but saw a vast white mist. She didn't understand what this was, and why the fire that was about to burn her to death disappeared. She held her clothes and walked forward. Suddenly the fog swayed, and a person faintly walked over in front of her. Tang Yu retreated in panic and stared at the figure nervously until the other party got closer and closer, wearing a white dress, with a blurry face, and a peony flower was worn in her cloudy bun.

Tang Yu was stunned.

My father said that my mother loved Peony the most during her lifetime. Could it be that this person was my mother and my mother came to pick her up?

Tang Yu was no longer afraid. She stared at the woman's face expectantly, wanting to see her clearly.

But just as the other person's facial features gradually became clear and were about to be fully exposed, the sea of ​​fog shook again, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"Mom..." Tang Yu cried, but in fact he just moved his mouth, almost silent.

But when Song Qin heard it, he looked down at her.

Tang Yu was distracted and barely opened his eyes. He met a pair of dark and deep eyes. He looked at her and was surprised and pity. Tang Yu suddenly remembered that when he was a child, his father took her to admire peonies. She remembered her mother and leaned in her father's arms and asked her mother what kind of peonies she liked the most. At that time, his father was laughing, and then Tang Yu clearly remembered that when his father turned to her, the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared little by little, and his deep eyes looked at her unexpectedly, sad and pity...

My father's shoulders were as strong and powerful as this person, and he easily picked her up.

So, was it my father who came to save her?

"Dad..." Tang Yu tried all his strength to hug the man and cried and called him Daddy.

Song Qin's heart was beating like a drum because of her attachment movements. Suddenly, she heard the little girl's weak whisper, and her heart suddenly calmed down and a sneered on the corner of her mouth.

The fire was too strong, and it was not the time to be calculating with her. Song Qin rushed here cautiously. He had observed outside that the fire was burned by the east wing room. The wind in the mountains was strong, and the fire quickly spread to the upper room, and even a row of houses behind it was caught. The upper room was hit by fire on both sides, and the fire was the most dangerous. The guards tried hard several times but failed to rescue people.

At Anguo Temple, people nearby sent people to put out the fire. The other courtyard was in chaos. Song Qin smeared his face and pretended to be a writer Ding rushed in. Now he walked forward and walked out, the Tang family guards who were standing in the yard anxiously waiting. When he walked back, there was a fire, but after he broke out, no one knew that Tang Yu had been saved.

Song Qin was either a good person who did good deeds without leaving a name, he just wanted to let her know that he saved her.

The fire in Xijima was slightly weaker, so Song Qin broke in and placed Tang Yu on the ground for the time being. He went to tear down the window on the north wall. The fire spread on the wall. Song Qin kicked the window sash open, but the fire around him still surrounded him. Song Qin moved a chair over and then poured the only basin of water on Tang Yu.

Tang Yu opened his mouth greedily and licked the water marks on his lips.

Song Qin stood beside him, thinking she would be awake and angry, but she didn't expect that she was just lying there, closing her eyes, and doing such an action almost lazily, as if she knew she was about to die but only wanted to have fun once. The good madman was irresistible. Her heart was uncontrollable, and a stream of ignorance arose. Fortunately, her reason was still there. Song Qin carried Tang Yu to her shoulders and walked towards the window.

Tang Yu's head shaking and his body became cooler. She woke up a little. When she raised her eyes, she saw the portrait hanging in front of the altar. A corner of the portrait was already covered and could be swept by a fire at any time.

"mother……"

Tang Yu shouted anxiously.

When Song Qin heard this, he turned his head and looked at it, not wanting to worry about it. Time is tight, so staying for a moment will make you more dangerous.

He walked straight to the window, Tang Yu was anxious and patted him on the back crying, "Dad, mom..."

Song Qin's brows thrust and thrust her into the window when he stepped on the chair. He reached into her long wet hair with one hand, raised her chin with the other, and stared at her eyes dangerously, "Look clearly, who is this king."

Tang Yu looked at him blankly. The air was too hot and she couldn't see clearly. Including the portrait, she only saw a painting. Because she had been paying tribute to the portrait for a few days, she was sure that it was a portrait of her mother. She had just smoked so much cigarettes and was still confused. She decided that the person who saved her was her father, so the person in front of her asked, and Tang Yu still called him persistently, "Dad..."

Her voice was weak, and she was gently acting like acting coquettishly. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she looked at him innocently, "acting coquettishly" was even more painful than the third princess.

Song Qin stared at her, stared at her, and recognized her.

Her face makes her dizzy, and her face has the ability to make any man dizzy.
Chapter completed!