Feng Baojia didn't expect that Zhu Yuanti's request was so strange. He didn't know what to say, so the door creaked and was pushed open again. Mrs. Kong, who had walked out before, rushed in angrily, rushed straight to Zhu Yuan's hand, and said angrily: "Follow me! I'll see if I'm there, who can say the black one is white!"

Zhu Yuan understood.

Mrs. Zou, Mrs. Zhao and Censor Zhao thought they could use both soft and hard skills to force Mrs. Kong to bow their heads.

But if Mrs. Kong was so easy to lower the bottom line and ignore the principles, how could they choose her to make this gun?

It is precisely because Mrs. Kong has always adhered to principles that she spitted and no one believed her words.

Zhu Yuan smiled. She had always admired Mrs. Kong very much. Now after meeting her, she found that Mrs. Kong was even more cute.

When Mrs. Kong was anxious to leave, she sighed and asked Mrs. Kong: "But today is Miss Zhao's wedding ceremony, a birthday banquet. I am afraid that all the well-known ladies in Hangzhou City will come. Now I am afraid that they will come soon. There are so many people outside, and you already know that they are framed me, how could they let us go easily?"

What can I do?

Mrs. Kong frowned and stared at Zhu Yuan, and sneered: "What do they dare to do to us in full view of everyone?"

‘Kill someone to silence him.

Zhu Yuan thought so and said that. Seeing that Mrs. Kong seemed to be disbelief, he whispered to her: "Madam, I saw that the picture was so rare, and they had no way to go. Let us out of this door. They were the ones who were done. At this time, they were anxious and could do everything."

It seemed to be to confirm Zhu Yuan's words. As soon as Zhu Yuan finished speaking, a noise came from outside, and Zhu Yuan raised his eyebrows at Mrs. Kong.

Mrs. Kong let her go, walked a few steps and opened the window and took a look, then turned around and said in a deep voice: "A group of soldiers are here."

"Look." Zhu Yuan didn't feel panicked at all and laughed: "If I were in this position, I would have to kill people now. After all, the ladies are here. If you take me out for a fuss, everyone knows what they are doing. Hangzhou City is so big, there will always be people like you who are not tangled with them, let alone the situation is different now---Your Highness King Xin is also here. If their affairs are caused, wouldn't it be impossible to let the imperial envoy not investigate?"

But can they stand the investigation?

Mrs. Kong was speechless.

Zhu Yuan was right, and she asked Zhu Yuan with a complicated expression: "Then what can we do now, according to you?"

No matter how powerful she is, she is alone, she will never be able to break out of the guards' mansion.

Zhu Yuan thought for a while, glanced at Feng Baojia, and finally put his eyes on the incense burner on the table, and said softly: "If it were me, it would be better to start first."

Is it better to start first?

Mrs. Kong asked lightly: "How can you start first to be a powerful method?"

"Set fire." Zhu Yuan ignored Feng Baojia's fear and said to Mrs. Confucius: "While they have not taken action yet, while Zhao Chen is still here, set fire to the house. So many maids in front of him are all well-known figures. If such a big thing happens here, don't they panic? There will always be chaos. Only when chaos occurs, we can have hope of getting out."

Mrs. Kong lowered her eyes and made no sound.

She knew that what Zhu Yuan said made some sense, but setting fire is not a trivial matter. If she is accidentally killed, she may be burned to death here.

She couldn't make up this decision for the moment.

After a while, she looked up at Zhu Yuan and asked Zhu Yuan in a calm tone: "What if we did run out after setting the fire?"

"Then it's their turn to be unlucky." Zhu Yuan laughed: "It's been a day since I came out. I guess my family has sent someone out to find someone. Madam may not know that I came with the ship of the imperial envoy. I believe that by that time, Your Highness has arrived. If we go out, it will be almost safe."

Feng Baojia couldn't help but become envious.

Zhu Yuan’s life is what she should have enjoyed now.

But she adjusted quickly.

The different positions in her place will make people's thoughts become very fast. She knew very well that the one she could hope for now, she lived on Zhu Yuan.

Therefore, Feng Baojia paused and said nervously: "I...I know who is really in contact with the Japanese pirates! It is the censor! He sold a lot of things to the Japanese and pirates, tea, silk and porcelain... He himself also did business with the pirates, and the pirates gave him money..."

Mrs. Kong raised her eyebrows and asked sternly: "It's true!"

If this is the case, it would be a pity that they would die forever.

Feng Baojia nodded carefully and explained in a crying voice: "It's true, I was given to those pirates by them, but later... they took me back and knew that I was the daughter of the Nanchang prefect and had a grudge against Zhu Yuan. They asked me to come here just to frame Miss Zhu... Because they had really dealt with pirates and knew some of the whereabouts of those pirates, they asked me to tell them, and it would be easier for you to believe it."

In order to frame the Fu family and Zhu Yuan, these people really dared to do anything without caring about anything.

Thinking of these people's corpses and the corpses of the great men of Dazhou died on the battlefield, Mrs. Kong's heart was full of fire.

Mrs. Zou outside was arguing with Mrs. Zhao: "Now, there is no need to worry about whether Chen'er is awake or asleep? Just get things done soon, so as not to have too many dreams. It's all your fault for so many troubles and making such troubles. Now you have to take the risk of killing one more. If something happens, it will be the end of everyone together!"

Mrs. Zou's tone was not good, but Mrs. Zhao did not chase and refute. She raised her hand coldly, and her patience was exhausted: "Chen'er is timid. I just want to move her out first. Otherwise, she would have been so sick. If... if... if she was stimulated and left with some serious illness, what should I do in the future? It's just a short moment, and I can't delay anything..."

No one could convince each other, but someone came in outside to report that the lady was coming again. Mrs. Zhao was sweating profusely and didn't know how to end. She couldn't help biting her lip angrily and said, "You can't let the wife come over, you can't see Chen'er, right? Otherwise, what would this be the ritual? What do you think?"

Mrs. Zou didn't expect that Mrs. Zhao would be so difficult to speak. She frowned and was about to speak, but suddenly she smelled the strong smell of smoke. She couldn't help but be stunned: "What does this smell?"
Chapter completed!