The words "uncle-brother" made Luo Yuanliang freeze on the spot. The last time he was called "uncle-brother", it was just that his state of mind at that time was completely different from what he thinks today.
On the side, Luo Jiuli was in a somewhat gloomy mood. After Xiao Mingxuan said "uncle brother", he suddenly became enlightened.
She still held his arm and looked up at him.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
He can think about her, pay attention to her emotions at all times, and be so kind to her heart and her family before they get married.
How could I not make her happy?
"Fool, why should you and I say thank you?"
Xiao Mingxuan squeezed her palm, then let go and stood still.
Luo Jiuli looked at his empty hands, still a little puzzled, and then heard him whisper:
"At your mother's house, in front of your father and mother, it's better to be on the safe side, so as not to make your father feel disappointed."
Her situation is different, and her family is more cautious about her getting married. In this case, why should he be anxious for this moment of intimacy.
It is only right to let the Duke feel at ease and marry her as early as possible.
When Luo Jiuli heard this, the last bit of psychological burden disappeared.
"Um."
She nodded and he smiled.
Both of them suffered a lot in the first half of their lives, so let's go on walking together like this in the second half of their lives.
No matter how much blood, sweat, wind and rain we encounter, we will fight this fate together.
Half an hour later, the atmosphere in the banquet was good, and the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves.
The Duke of Guo took off all his armor, and in his majestic and thick eyebrows, in addition to the calm demeanor that had been baptized by wind and frost, there was also the warmth unique to a tough guy.
The Duke's wife's eyes were moist from beginning to end, and her mouth was smiling.
Her little daughter is her heartache, and she doesn't care no matter how many people outside criticize her, but when she thinks of the suffering her little daughter has suffered, her hidden heartache will gradually surface, making her
She couldn't breathe and was in agony.
But today, when she heard Liang'er conveying to her the words spoken by the Ninth Prince in Fuquyuan, the stone that had been weighing on her heart for a long time finally disappeared.
As for Luo Yuanliang and Luo Jiuqing, as well as the Ninth Prince's brother-in-law and Dali Temple Qing Pei Tingsong, everyone's face was filled with smiles and everyone was happy in their hearts.
In Xing Xiyan's words, today is a happy day with cloudless skies and warm sunshine.
But even such a happy day was interrupted by unexpected news, which also gave Luo Jiuli a murderous intention in his heart.
"Sir, madam."
This was when the guests and hosts were enjoying themselves but before the banquet was over, the steward of the Duke's Mansion looked nervous and seemed to have to go into the room to report.
"What's wrong?"
The Duke's face turned red after drinking, but he was in high spirits.
Before the butler could reply, the curtain behind him was lifted again, and Mo Han walked in with a serious look on his face.
"Your Majesty, there is something going on in Jiang Mansion."
One sentence contains many meanings.
Xiao Mingxuan's originally warm face suddenly turned cold when he heard that something was going on in Jiang Mansion.
"explain."
The tone was surprisingly cold.
At this time, the Duke of Guo was also more than half sober and stared at the housekeeper.
The housekeeper glanced at Mo Han and nodded slightly towards his master. The implication was that he and Commander Mo Han had reported the same thing.
"My lord, my lord, Jiang Mansion has gone missing."
"What?"
The Duke of Guo didn't hold anything firmly, and the cup in his hand fell.
"Is the Jiang Mansion leaking water?"
Luo Jiuli's face was also full of shock. The ancients had a saying that the spirit should rest for seven days. Why did Jiang Fengnian's body suddenly disappear before it was buried?
Pei Tingsong's face gradually became gloomy, and he stood up and saluted Xiao Mingxuan and the Duke of Guo.
"Your Majesty, father-in-law, let me go and take a look."
As he was about to go out, he was stopped by Xiao Mingxuan.
"Together."
He didn't think that Jiang Mansion's misfortune was accidental.
"I am coming too."
Luo Jiuli also stood up.
"Father, mother, I will also accompany my little sister."
Luo Yuanliang also stood up.
"Qing'er, stay at home with your mother."
The Duke of Guo also suddenly stood up.
Luo Jiuqing looked at the child in his arms, and then at the mother's face across from him.
Today's celebration may end here.
Pei Tingsong patted her shoulder.
"Wait at the house. I'll come and pick you up when I'm done."
"Well, go ahead and be careful."
Luo Jiuqing nodded, her dignified demeanor exactly that of a matron.
"When my father drank, my eldest brother and my younger sister also watched over him carefully."
"Um."
The brother and sister nodded.
At this time, Nan Zhuye quickly brought the medicine box.
Several people hurried out of the door, got on the carriage, and went straight to Jiang Mansion.
At this time, black smoke was billowing over Jiang Mansion, and flames were rising, dyeing the blue sky black and yellow.
The cries, shouts, and all the noisy sounds in the house were distorted by the fire, and it seemed that everyone's sense of terror and tension was infinitely amplified.
And those soldiers and people who crowded in to put out the fire, holding basins of cold water, were nothing in the face of the raging flames.
"How's it going? Are there any casualties?"
Pei Tingsong came galloping over on horseback and was the first to understand the situation at the scene than Xiao Mingxuan and others.
At this time, his clean clothes were covered with black dust and soot, and behind him was a tall, strange man with gray-black hair and face.
"I will finally meet the Ninth Prince."
"No gift."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
The strange man stood up and quickly reported back.
"Your Majesty, the fire is too strong and has spread throughout Jiang Mansion."
"Except for some of the servants who were on duty in the first and second courtyards who escaped, the female family members and servants in the backyard of the third courtyard were all trapped inside——"
The strange man stopped talking, clenched his fists tightly, and his face was so dark that water dripped from his face.
He didn't say clearly, but everyone knew that with such a huge fire, the chances of the people trapped inside surviving were slim.
Xiao Mingxuan gritted his teeth.
"Put out the fire. No matter what, don't let the fire spread out of Jiang Mansion."
"yes."
The two men walked away in a hurry.
Beside the carriage, Luo Jiuli looked at the unbridled flames in Jiang Mansion, and his fingers shook unconsciously.
She still remembered the night she sneaked into Prince Zhao's Mansion and lit a fire in Prince Zhao's Mansion. Fortunately, she had not been close to the main courtyard. It was summer at that time and the dew was heavy at night, so the fire was only lit for two points.
at.
But even then, most of Prince Zhao's palace was burned down.
Now think about it, if it was winter, wouldn't all the dozens of people in Prince Zhao's Mansion and Prince Zhao's Mansion have to be killed in her hands.
Although King Zhao, Yan Tinglian and their minions deserved their death, some unsuspecting servants would also die.
"Little sister, what's wrong with you?"
Luo Yuanliang saw her eyes were blank and stretched out his hand to pull her.