Song Mu felt a little confused when he first looked at it, but when he took a closer look, his eyes suddenly widened.
It was indeed an imperial city, and there was that orange light and a subtle burning smell in the air.
There was a fire in the palace.
Song Mu was startled. He was about to go out and do something when he saw a light flashing above the palace in the distance, and then the orange light was suppressed in an instant.
The light quickly dissipated, and everything in the city returned to calm.
Song Mu was a little surprised, knowing that the scholar must have taken action just now to suppress the fire. From this look, it turned out that the imperial city was really on fire.
I just don't know what the situation is.
The next day, Song Mu went to court early and received shocking news.
There was a fire in the Queen Mother's palace last night, and more than half of the palace was burned down. The Queen Mother was frightened and Her Majesty was furious.
His Majesty did not hide this news, but this morning, all officials already knew some of the details.
Song Mu was also talking to Tan Wei and others at this moment, and everyone looked serious at this moment.
"This is really strange. I heard that not long after the palace banquet ended, the Queen Mother just returned to the palace to rest, and the hall immediately started to billow with smoke and heat."
"His Majesty and the commander of the Royal Forest Army arrived in time, rescued many people, and then put out the fire."
"Then what exactly caused the fire? Is there any conclusion?"
Everyone shook their heads, and their expressions were a little confused this time.
"I don't know, I just know that the imperial guards are under martial law in the palace, and your majesty may be very angry at this morning's court meeting."
Song Mu was listening, and he was a little hesitant. Although he didn't know what the fire was about, he just felt in his heart that there were too many fires in Chang'an these days.
This made Song Mu think of the thin girl he saw before.
Song Mu felt that there might be some connection between this, but who could be so ferocious that he could sneak into the imperial city and set fire to it.
Thinking like this, the morning court lasted for a long time. By the time everyone went down to court, it was already the time of the morning. Song Mu and others were also talking about going to the Hanlin Academy, but they saw the Hanlin Academy gate.
With a row of horses.
Everyone's expressions suddenly froze, because the saddles were engraved with the marks of the Qingtian Guards.
Everyone looked at each other, a little confused.
When Song Mu and others entered the Hanlin Academy, they saw a man dressed as Qing Tianwei talking to Shangguan.
After a while, Song Mu and others received news that Lord Qing Tianwei wanted to question them one by one about the fire in the Imperial City yesterday.
After hearing the news, everyone had doubts and surprises on their faces, and then they even said in disbelief.
"Could it be said that this thing was actually done by one of us?"
Everyone thought for a moment and thought it wouldn't be so scary. They just thought they were asking if they saw anything different at the banquet last night.
Tan Wei and others also confirmed this speculation after being questioned. Qingtianwei seemed to be casting a wide net to find out some details.
Song Mu also agreed with this method, and was thinking about telling the situation he encountered before, which might bring some different gains to the Qingtian Guard.
Finally it was Song Mu's turn. When Song Mu came to the pavilion, he saw a bald man sitting upright, playing with a bead in his hand.
And when Song Mu arrived here, he seemed to immediately feel that a barrier was being built around him.
I guess it's the power of that wonderful bead.
"Sir Song, please sit down. I'm going to shovel Yan Yan down below. There will be many interruptions this time."
Song Mu immediately sat down and looked up at the other party with a calm gaze, but Yan Ren had already asked.
"Master Song, did you notice anything wrong during the palace banquet yesterday?"
Song Mu shook his head.
"Then where did your lord go after leaving the imperial city?"
Song Mu said it directly, and several friends happened to be able to testify, as was the soldier who patrolled the shop at that time.
Yan Ren nodded and made a note in the book in front of him. He also asked about Song Mu's whereabouts in the past half month and the places he had visited in the imperial city.
Song Mudu answered them one by one, and the other party wrote them down in detail.
However, the other party did not finish the question, and suddenly changed the topic and asked Song Mu about his current cultivation level, how his skills were, and even asked about Tao Fengming.
When Song Mu heard these things, he suddenly frowned, raised his head and asked.
"My lord, are these things also related to the fire in the imperial city?"
Yan Ren just smiled and said nothing, but the look on his face seemed to be somewhat irrefutable.
Song Mu took a deep breath and spoke immediately.
"Can I ask, have you asked other people this question?"
Yan Ren shook his head slightly, but this time he looked at Song Mu, then held the beads in his hands and said.
"Forgive me, No. 1 Scholar, this is just a special matter. Please forgive me."
Song Mu took a deep breath and spoke carefully. Yan Ren still seemed dissatisfied, and then spoke to Song Mu in a deep voice.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Song, where is the official uniform you wore for the banquet yesterday? We can send someone to get it immediately."
After hearing this, Song Mu had a look of extreme confusion on his face, then he looked at the other person deeply and said with some confusion.
"Master Yan, could it be that the Qingtian Guards suspected me and set the palace on fire?"
Song Mu's expression was filled with emotion when he said this, and he felt that it was unbelievable that he had come to this conclusion.
At that moment, Yan Ren smiled slightly, looked at Song Mu, then actually played with the beads in his hand and said to Song Mu.
"Sir, would you like to know the details of yesterday's palace fire?"
Song Mu turned around and stared at the other party.
"After the fire was extinguished yesterday, we conducted a thorough investigation overnight. Many palace maids and eunuchs, and even the Queen Mother, all personally saw how the fire started."
After saying that, Yan Ren immediately raised his eyes to look at Song Mu, his eyes like daggers.
"That was your lord's poem. It burned out of thin air. It first set the curtain on fire, and then the fire turned into a wild snake and swallowed up most of the palace."
"When Your Majesty risked his life to rescue the Queen Mother, the flames aroused by His Majesty's poems pursued her closely."
Thunder suddenly broke out in Song Mu's mind.
He almost blurted out that this was a conspiracy, but saw that Yan Ren had already stood up and raised his hand towards Song Mu again.
"Fortunately, the Queen Mother is fine. Your Majesty also said that you will be kind to me. If you were an ordinary person, you would be in a heavenly prison at this time."
"Sir, please do not let down His Majesty's grace."
Song Mu's heart was shaken, and he felt a little dazed for a moment. After regaining consciousness, he gave the opponent a heavy hand this time.
"Song Mu dares to vouch for his literary skills in this matter, and he has absolutely no intention of causing harm."
Yan Ren also looked at Song Mu and nodded immediately.
"But business matters are business, Mr. Song, so the things I just said need to be explained carefully."
Song Mu calmed down at this moment, and he couldn't argue with this matter.
The fire in the palace was actually caused by one of his poems.
The pens, inks, paper and inkstones I use are all provided by the imperial palace, and so many people have used the paper in the imperial palace to write ink. Why is there nothing wrong with them?
But something happened to his own poems...
And it just so happened that my poems were taken away by the Queen Mother.
Such weird things will always bring suspicion to oneself.
Even so, Your Majesty still trusted me and did not inflict any violent anger on himself. This time, the Qingtian Guards only came to ask questions, but did not hold anyone accountable. They were already very tolerant of Song Mu.
Song Mu's face was heavy, and he was answering Master Yan's questions carefully at this moment.