Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

"Second brother should also be careful. You must take good care of mister Feng. "Otherwise …" He Lan Xue looked at Feng Jiu. Surprisingly, she was still in the mood to joke: "Otherwise, when Lu Chuan pursues me, I will really die without a burial ground."

Feng Jiu wiped off the sweat on his forehead that had been evaporated by the heat and said lightly, "I don't want to see those fighting and killing things, so I'm not leaving. You guys can leave."

"Just close your eyes and don't look." He Lan Xue glared at him and anxiously asked, "Do you really want to burn me to death?"

Feng Jiu looked up at the sky, still looking as leisurely as before.

He Lan Qin was busy dealing with the increasingly dangerous attacks. The fire moved through the wind and swept towards them. The buddhist hall was already falling far away. From time to time, a few pieces of charred wood would fall and smash into the ground, creating sparks.

"Mister Feng, sorry for offending you!" He Lan Xue was unable to do so and was about to extend her hand to touch his acupoints to force him away. But before his finger could touch Feng Jiu, she heard a crisp laugh. "Little Nine, you're still alive right?"

That voice was clear and broad, and it refreshed the spirits of the three people who had been suffocated by the smoke.

The only difference was that the person in front was shrouded in smoke, making it impossible to clearly hear his words.

"I say, Miss Feng Qi, this place is about to collapse. You've lived enough, but I haven't." If they all die, then we must quickly retreat. " Another voice sounded from the thick fog.

He Lan Xue felt that it sounded familiar. After thinking carefully, she suddenly realized: it was Liu Suifeng!

"Stop!" Do you want to return the money right away? " Feng Qi impolitely threatened, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Feng Qi slowly appeared from within the mist, He Lan Qin slightly retracted his gaze, and vigilantly looked at the approaching person. However, when Feng Qi really appeared in front of him, He Lan Qin was startled: The woman in front of him was like a breeze in the wilderness.

"Xiao Jiu, are you alright?" Seeing them, Feng Qi smiled and walked straight towards Feng Jiu.

"It's fine now. If you had come even a moment later, the prince would have pointed out your acupoints and dragged you out to become a target." Feng Jiu smiled and glanced at He Lan Xue.

Just then, another cloud of smoke was blown by the wind. He Lan Xue then covered her mouth and coughed a few times.

"You are …" He Lan Qin looked at this woman in confusion. For some reason, his voice was much softer than usual.

"I'm his sister." Feng Qi hugged Feng Jiu's neck, and answered heartily.

Feng Jiu smiled bitterly.

"I say, can we go out and reminisce about the past? This place is going to collapse! " Another figure emerged from the thick smoke, and angrily urged, "Don't I owe you tens of thousands of silver taels? Do you really need to survive like this? "

He Lan Qin saw that this person was speaking so rudely to Feng Qi and felt displeased. He raised his sword and blocked his way. In a low voice, he asked, "And who are you?"

The man's face was covered in dust, revealing only a pair of bright eyes that were as narrow and long as a fox's. His clothes were loose and tattered and dirty, making him seem like a bad person.

"Sure, Liu Suifeng." Liu Suifeng cupped his hands together and casually reported to his family. Then, he pulled up Feng Qi and strode into the smoke. "If anyone wants to live, come with me."

He Lan Qin looked drowsily at Liu Suifeng's back. He was shocked in his heart and didn't know how to describe it.

Liu Suifeng was one of the people that he admired. In He Lan Qin's mind, he was definitely one of those refined and refined young masters that hid their abilities. Who would have thought that this sovereign would be so virtuous!

Was he really a wanderer? Was it really a joke to retreat a hundred thousand enemies and protect the legendary figure of Flowing Garden by himself?

He Lan Xue carried the empress dowager in her arms as if she could see what He Lan Qin was thinking. When she passed by He Lan Qin, she whispered with a sigh, "He really is Liu Suifeng."

This sentence simply shattered He Lan Qin's last bit of fantasy.

— This kind of feeling was even worse than losing a battle.

Liu Suifeng, who was in front of them, didn't know that he had once again successfully destroyed the heart of a super fan. He continued to speak with a whimper, "Speaking of which, the imperial palace of the Sky Dynasty is not as heavily guarded as the Ice Country. It's very easy for people to sneak in like this. "Of course, you can also ask me to help you modify it. I don't charge a lot, 3 million silver taels …"

He Lan Qin silently followed behind. He was speechless.

Only when they were close did they realize that Feng Qi and the rest had entered through a tunnel. In the middle of the buddhist hall was a large hole that only one person could pass through. They didn't know when they had dug it.

When they entered the cave, they found that the space was still quite large, and there were still three servants waiting to leave. Seeing them enter, two of them immediately carried four corpses and climbed up, and after a while, they returned.

Outside the buddhist hall, Pei Ruochen looked at the increasing fire and saw that the sky was illuminated red by the flames. Her handsome face was expressionless, except for the redness reflected in her eyes, everything else was deathly silent.

The Buddhist hall finally collapsed.

With a hong sound, countless sparks and dust were stirred up.

"Extinguish the fire." Pei Ruochen looked at the bonfire with an indifferent expression. After a while, she finally gave the order to put it out.

Immediately after he finished speaking, a group of eunuchs with buckets of water filed in. They lined up and took turns watering the bonfire. It was like performing some sort of ceremony.

When the last of the sparks had been extinguished by the cold water, Pei Ruochen took a step forward and looked around the area.

He saw some remains from the charred wood. From the looks of it, they were probably skulls.

It was already burnt black, making it look rather desolate.

"Go and clean up their bones." He Lan Chun had appeared behind Pei Ruochen at some point, and his expression was gloomy. His voice was calm as he said, "Find the corpse of the empress dowager and bury it deeply."

"Yes." Pei Ruochen answered him in a low voice, but didn't look back.

The shadow behind him suddenly flashed. He Lan Chun had already left.

After He Lan Chun left, Pei Ruochen regained her composure and relaxed.

The four lines of bones had been cleared from the sea of fire. Three adult male corpses and one female corpse.

The news of the empress dowager's violence had also been spread.

The names of He Lan Xue and He Lan Qin were officially removed from the world. It was announced to the public that the Buddhist temple was on fire and that the rescue could not be carried out in time and the three died a tragic death.

No one doubted this because, when the buddhist hall caught fire, the thick smoke spread out from the red walls and green tiles of the imperial palace, filling the entire main street.

On the main street, Yi Ren and Yi Jian stopped in their tracks at the same time.

"The palace seems to be on fire." Her lover looked up at the green smoke in the air and said to himself.

Yi Jian's expression changed slightly, but due to his lover, he still tried his best to maintain his composure, "Maybe the palace is burning something."

Even Yi Jian would not believe this.

Although the air had been dry recently, it had rained a few days ago. It was impossible to start a fire for no reason.

It just so happened that the prince entered the palace today. Moreover, the empress dowager's illness was very strange, so this fire was too problematic.

Yi Jian had to endure for a long time before he managed to hide the worry on his face.

Teacher Feng went with the prince. Teacher Feng had always been scheming and had come up with a way to avoid danger this time around, right?

He could only console himself like this.

"A Xue is inside." The lover said again.

Yi Jian was stunned, then mumbled a "En".

Her lover did not say anything, nor did she continue walking. She stared fixedly at the wisps of green smoke that were blown by the wind, her face solemn, her large eyes unblinking, as if she wanted to see into the depths of the palace through the curling green smoke.

"Princess, let's go." Yi Jian was suddenly worried. The expression on his wife's face made him worried.

She didn't feel too sad or worried, but rather focused on the magnificent palace wall, focused on the less and less smoke, her chubby mouth pressed tight with a sense of stubbornness.

The smoke finally began to dissipate, and people in the palace were putting out the fire.

Yi Jian heaved a sigh of relief.

But very quickly, Yi Jian's heart rose to his throat.

Twenty-seven clashing clocks rang out from the palace.

It was a mournful sound.

It was the sound of the Empress Dowager's passing.

Just as the fire was extinguished, such a voice came out, causing Yi Jian to feel extremely uncertain.

Her eyes finally blinked, her eyelashes trembled, and her eyes began to tear up.

On the main street, other people also stood still as they listened to the ringing of the bell, which continued all the way to the horizon. At first, there was silence, but soon after, there were whispers.

Her Majesty had been ill for a long time, but her sudden death was not surprising.

Moreover, to most of the people of the Heavenly Court, the Empress Dowager was just a symbol. She did not occupy a very important position politically, and her death, although it was a national funeral, did not have much impact on the world.

The pedestrians on the street quickly recovered.

Still motionless, she stood there, staring blankly at the high palace wall in front of her.

Then, the palace door at the side suddenly opened.

This was an official ordered by the imperial government. Whenever there was a small matter in the imperial court, or a victory or defeat on the battlefield, or a decree, or the acceptance of an official's fate, or the death of a member of the imperial family, there would be a professional official shouting something like this in the streets for the public to hear.

Sure enough, the eunuch's sharp voice sounded after a while.

"Majesty. Great General He Lan Qin and traitor He Lan Xue have been killed! "

When this news came out, it couldn't help but cause an uproar.

He Lan Qin's sudden death was a huge loss to the dynasty.

Amongst all of them, the ones who were the most shocked were Yi Jian and her lover.

Yi Jian felt his mind go blank, he could not even see the bright sky.

However, Yi Yeyu was stunned. Before Yi Jian could react, Yi Yeyu was already running towards the palace gates.

Swift and panicked.

Almost without thinking, she ran inside. The guards at the palace gate naturally stopped her, and they wouldn't let her go, nor did they say anything. They just pushed the guards, trying their best to get in.

The guard frowned, thinking that he had met some crazy woman.

Yi Jian hurried over, enduring his grief, he pulled at his wife and said, "Princess, let's go back first. Your Highness … "Prince …"

"A Xue will definitely be fine." "He is inside. He must have been captured by the Emperor. I want to go in."

After she finished speaking, she tried to enter the palace again. Her little face was taut, and her expression was so resolute and confident that it made Yi Jian feel a little absent-minded.

However, just as he reached out his arm to stop her, Yi Jian inadvertently caught a glimpse of the tears on her face.