A sudden wind blows

Qiqi in Zhao Wujiang's arms had already been hugged by Miaomiao, and he rubbed Miaomiao's head.

"Brother Zhao, your precious Huaiying is here again."

The door slammed shut again. Di Renjie, wearing a blue and black robe and a cape on his back, rubbed his hands and rushed towards Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang glanced at Di Renjie, who was running towards him. Knowing that this kid was here to eat and drink again, he kicked over and said angrily:

"roll!"

"Hey." Di Renjie turned his waist to avoid the kick and smiled with an elegant posture.

Zhao Wujiang spat out one word lightly: "Snow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Renjie's feet slipped, he turned three and a half times, and fell down into the snow with a thud.

He rolled to his feet, shook off the white snow on his body, took out the long black mace from his waist, rubbed it and pushed forward, the mace buzzed:

"Despicable and shameless warlock, take advantage of me."

"Eat, eat more, Huai Ying, the shape complements the shape."

At the dinner table, Zhao Wujiang pushed a plate of braised pork cheeks towards Di Renjie and spoke with a smile.

The lower half of Di Renjie's face was swollen and red. He picked up a picture and inserted it into his belly. He admired Wang Xi and Wang Yanning:

"The two sisters-in-law are very good at their craftsmanship. After eating, I no longer have a headache or blurred vision. I can go up to the attic of Dali Temple in one go without using a ladder."

"Is there anything going on in Chang'an recently?" Zhao Wujiang asked, interrupting Di Renjie's chatter.

Di Renjie spread his hands:

"How long has it been in Changping? Alas, everything goes smoothly and nothing happens. I stay in Dali Temple every day, facing the files that I have turned over countless times. I feel like I have become a piece of wood. I don't know how Duan Baoxuan treats him.

Going down.

I have suffered so much for a genius like me, Di Renjie, an incomparably smart detective."

Hearing the word "detective" from Di Renjie's mouth, Zhao Wujiang's son Zhao Xiaoyin's eyes immediately lit up. He covered his mouth and whispered in Zhao Wujiang's ear:

"Dad, Uncle Dia always said he was a steamed egg in Dali Temple.

He always goes around pointing at people in weird ways and saying things like, "There is only one truth," "The murderer is you," "Baoxuan, what do you think, Ahua, what do you think," Wangcai, what do you think?" Today he also asked

I said, 'What do you think, Xiaoyin?', I didn't dare to answer him."

Listening to his son's almost complaining words, Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled. Recently, the winter snow has become heavier and the Imperial Academy has been sleeping. Xiao Yin clamored to go to Dali Temple to visit. Under Zhao Wujiang's arrangement, the young and precocious Xiao Yin

Naturally, he became a "non-staff member" of Dali Temple, practicing his reasoning skills next to Di Renjie.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the east of Chang'an City. Zhao Wujiang felt that even the house was shaken by the loud noise.

He and Di Renjie immediately ran out of the house and looked to the northeast.

The sky in the northeast was illuminated by the overwhelming firelight, and the flames kept rising, expelling the stars in the night sky, leaving only sparks exploding from time to time.

Di Renjie jumped onto the wall so that he could see more clearly. He frowned:

“Dongshi!

Look at the firelight, it doesn’t look like burning candles, lanterns or other things.”

"It should be Fire Thunder, or Shizhi." Zhao Wujiang put his hands behind his back, and the firelight reflected into his eyes, and was swallowed up strangely. His eyes were still black and white.

"I think the officials and bad guys from Wannian County are on their way right now. Brother Zhao, I'll go take a look too."

Di Renjie stepped lightly and flew through the streets, disappearing from Zhao Wujiang's sight in an instant.

Di Renjie stepped on the glazed tiles and kept flying past Tongguifang and Dunyifang, looking at Dongshi in the northeast. He was panting and akimbo, feeling that his body was being hollowed out.

He had no choice but to summon the nearby bad guys, levy a fast horse, and gallop toward the east city.

Bad people appeared at the end of the second year of Xianqing. Most of them were composed of grassroots people, including people from all three religions and nine streams. They were mainly petty officials arrested by detectives, villagers, and security inspectors from various villages, etc.

No one knows the origin of the position of bad person, and they are not even included in the official establishment. Most of them are born in the grassroots and grow up in the market. They are a supplementary force to maintain public security at the grassroots level.

From the Xianqing year to Changping, both the nobles in the court and the county magistrates of Jingzhaoyin and Chang'an Wannian all tried to control the bad people organization, but they all ended in failure.

So everyone guessed that the current Saint was behind the bad guy, but they couldn't figure out the purpose of setting up the bad guy.

Di Renjie galloped forward, running eastward through the four lanes and then northward. The streets were noisy and people were disturbed by the loud noise. They all went out to investigate.

He looked at the fire under the sky that showed no signs of stopping, and became more and more anxious. Among the buildings surrounding Dongshi, there were important buildings such as Chongren, Shengye, Pingkang, and Xuanyang.

Once the fire spreads, Chang'an's losses today will be immeasurable.

Getting closer, Di Renjie was holding the reins and panting heavily on the horse. He was now on the streets of Pingkangfang and Xuanyangfang, only one block away from the East Market.

Looking at the blazing fire in front of him, the running Wuhou and bad guys, and the crying people, a dark cloud rose in his heart.

Because this fire did not burn in Dongshi, but in the entire Pingkangfang.

Pingkangfang was where envoys from various countries lived and where the Tang Dynasty entertained foreign guests.

He found a familiar figure sitting on the edge of the fire, crying, and the servants around him kept pulling him. He drove his horse over, and when he got closer, he found that it was the minister of Honglu Temple.

The minister of Honglu Temple was really unlucky for eight lifetimes. Di Renjie shook his head and sighed, dismounted and followed the crying minister of Honglu Temple.

He asked the clerk at Honglu Temple next to him: "Where did the fire start? Is there any ascertainable reason?"

The clerk of Honglu Temple crossed his hands in greeting and said in a trembling voice with lingering fear:

"Lord Di, the fire from heaven is an unreasonable disaster."

The firelight illuminated Di Renjie's face, and his three-faced beard became confused under the firelight. He repeated in disbelief:

"Fire from heaven?"

"Lord Di, there are unscrupulous people and people around you who have witnessed with your own eyes that firestones rained down from the sky and came straight to Pingkangfang.

At that time, Lord Temple Minister was receiving the envoys from Japan to Tang Dynasty and the envoys from the Kingdom of Great Food. Unexpectedly, a disaster came from heaven. If the villains had not led Lord Temple to run fast, he would have been buried together with the people from Japan and the Kingdom of Food.

The sea of ​​​​fire."

The young official of Honglu Temple wiped away his tears and dragged the minister of Honglu Temple, who was like a walking corpse at the moment, to retreat out. The fire showed no sign of stopping.

"Sent to the Tang Dynasty, they are all dead?" Di Renjie shouted angrily, he knew what this meant.

The sea of ​​​​fire is getting bigger and bigger, and it wants to spread to other places. The guards and guards put things around to create a fire zone to prevent the fire from spreading. The people quickly gathered on the street. They were afraid that fire would fall from the sky again. At this moment, they all had lingering fears in their hearts.

wait.

The news about the falling fire from the sky spread quickly, and the whole city of Chang'an was panicked.

Buckets of water taken from the surrounding canals through the ice were like a drop in the bucket facing the vast fire, and it was of no use.

Everyone became more and more anxious.

"Master Di, Master Di."

Someone was riding a horse not far away, and the figure on the horse was petite but sharp.

Di Renjie looked sideways and saw that it was Xiaoyin.

"His Royal Highness Prince Xiaoyin."
Chapter completed!