Aya frowned and looked coldly at the men and women in black in the pavilion in the distance. Yan Xiaoyu wanted to say something, but Aya covered her mouth. She hesitated and pointed in the direction of the cold palace behind.
I saw a red fire burning half of the sky, followed by the sound of palace people shouting and running. I don't know who shouted first, "It's on fire, the cold palace is on fire..."
When Yan Xiaoyu turned around, the men and women in black in the pavilion had disappeared. Just now, she heard the woman say that she wanted to get rid of her. How could the cold palace be on fire so quickly? And witchcraft, what is innocence?
Obviously the fire should have nothing to do with the man in black just now, but why did Qiuyue ask her son to meet here? Did she expect that Leng Gongzi would catch fire, or did she want her to hear what the man in black said clearly?
With hundreds of questions in her mind, Yan Xiaoyu stood up from the grass, mingled with a group of palace maids, and ran towards the cold palace with a basin in hand.
Xiao Ninglan stood next to the fire, frowning. Guards kept rushing in to save people, but they were all blown away by the heat of the fire. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and kicked the head guard in the chest.
On the body, "Rice, I told you to strengthen the vigilance of Leng Palace, and now something like this happens!"
A eunuch next to him said in a sharp voice, "Your Highness, I have already inquired. No one came out before the fire."
Xiao Ninglan's handsome face was tense, and he kept walking back and forth. After a while, he said coldly to the guards who were ambushing around him, "Didn't you catch any of the assassins who set the fire?"
The guard lowered his head, and Xiao Ninglan angrily kicked the guard on the chest again. The guard was kicked out on the spot and lay on the ground vomiting blood.
Yan Xiaoyu clicked her tongue and looked at the miserable guards. This Xiao Ninglan had an extremely explosive temper. He wanted to use himself as bait to lure out the mastermind behind the scenes, but in the end he lost his wife and lost his troops.
He lowered his voice and said to Aya, "Aya, now is a great time for us to escape. Let's escape back to Dongchu together, okay?"
Aya looked at her with wide eyes and said nothing. Yan Xiaoyu snickered a few times, then took Aya's hand and ran away.
In the chaos of the fire, the guard of the East Palace was relaxed a lot. When they were not relaxed, Aya also took her to sneak out to play. What's more, now, the two of them left the Prince's Mansion together, and Yan Xiaoyu changed clothes with Aya in the suburbs.
The attire of a palace maid.
After burying the clothes in the soil, he carved a wooden plaque and erected a monument, which was regarded as a tomb for the two palace maids who died unjustly. Yan Xiaoyu knelt down in front of the monument and kowtowed, "You two, we didn't know this would happen. You guys walked all the way."
Okay, if you have any grievances, tell King Yama. If you want revenge, go find Xiao Ninglan and the person who set the fire..."
Yan Xiaoyu babbled that at dawn, there was no bad news about the death of the Crown Princess. On the contrary, news came out from the East Palace that all the guards and palace attendants were going to be executed.
Yan Xiaoyu was shocked. Oh no, Xiao Ninglan found out that she was not dead and was forcing herself to go back.