Qingqing climbed up and stood on one foot. When the man came close to her, she turned her head and smiled.

The man was stunned, and Qingqing flashed the half of the torch out from behind. Now it was the turn of the onlookers to take a breath: the three of them looked at the excitement, but they forgot that the half of the torch was stuck in the corner of the eaves.

On the beast, Qingqing picked it up after almost slipping.

Seeing that there was no hope of breaking into the palace, a faint and traceless smile brushed the corner of Qingqing's mouth, and he saw that the raging fire was about to fall into the oil-stained Kaiyang Hall.

"Sister Lin - stop!" Just when Qingqing was about to let go, a familiar shout came from afar, causing a crowd of officers and soldiers to become confused. Qingqing turned her head and took a closer look: Wen

Li held up the hem of her skirt and panted all the way to the foot of the palace wall.

When the right man saw his master, he had to stop temporarily.

Mr. Li was only as tall as an ordinary adult's shoulders. He was sweating profusely as he walked, stumbling and holding on to the wall: "Sister Lin, don't go and get angry with dad. My dad is ruthless to General Kong just waiting to kill you."

Attract!"

"Lead me?" Qingqing was stunned for a moment.

Wen Li gritted his teeth. Thinking of his father being seduced out of his body by that woman, he became even more angry. He simply vomited it all to Qing Qing: "The white jade flute in my sister's hand is so valuable! Whatever.

If someone from any sect stops you, the white jade flute will belong to daddy!"

"Master!" Miss Zhiyu followed Wen Li. When she heard this, she was so frightened that she quickly stopped her master from talking.

"No wonder..." Qing Qing half understood, "No wonder it was Jimo who came to report to me."

Seeing Qingqing hesitate, Wen Li continued: "Sister, go back quickly! As long as you go back to Lirong Mountain, dad can't do anything to the general...Sister Lin!" Xu Shi turned his head, and Wen Li saw it.

The leaders of the domestic soldiers were standing in rows and crowded together, and they hurriedly shouted: "I will ask them all to retreat now, sister, please leave quickly!"

After that, he turned around and ordered: "Everyone, get out!"

The general and the soldiers hesitated for a while, not knowing whose order to follow. You turned around and looked at me, and I looked at you.

"Go away yet!" Mr. Li shouted again. The leaders had no choice but to take ten steps back with their men.

After the soldiers were far away, Wen Li shouted to the man on the roof: "You go too!" The man on the right was so angry that his fists were banging, how could he listen to the little master? Just a look, and Li Zhiyu next to him

His cruel eyes met.

Breaking into a cold sweat, the right man finally remembered Wen Li's father's identity, twisted his teeth, opened his eyes and retreated off the roof.

In Kaiyang Palace, the setting sun was like blood. A few cranes flew far around the sun and then went away.

Qingqing's right leg was so painful that she lost all feeling. She stood up holding on to the roof beam, only to find that her head and face were covered in blood. There were several cuts in her palms, the skin and flesh were turned out, and she couldn't even hold the wooden flute tightly.

The green clothes were stained with spots. Wen Li outside the wall didn't know why Qingqing was in a daze, so he whispered again: "Sister Lin?"

Qingqing took out the three handkerchiefs from his arms, shook his head and said, "I...have gone too far." After that, he hung the handkerchiefs on the torch and read four poems from "Fan Ya Ji"

The minor tune was licked by tongues of fire and turned into ashes.

The flaming song album fell to the ground, and the remaining light reflected the wounds on Qingqing's face. The lamp oil all over the floor of Kaiyang Hall finally started to burn.

Wen Li stood under the wall, stunned. The fire came much faster than people imagined. It was not until the fire reached the tile roof that the soldiers from all walks of life woke up as if from a dream. They were scattered in all directions, shouting and shouting, and the crowd turned into a pot of porridge.

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Zhiyu picked up Wen Li and rushed out. Wen Li's tears fell on Miss Li's thick arms.

"Why?"

"Young Master..." Zhiyu didn't know how to comfort him, "Miss Lin, after all, she is from the Linghu family."

"Report——" This was the third time he shouted loudly. Wen Xian raised his head from a book of musical scores: "Where was it hit?"

"Zhang, Zhang..." the middle-aged guard stammered, "The barbarian burned down Kaiyang Palace and has already reached the entrance of Yaoguang Palace!"

Wen Xian stood up awkwardly and winked at the woman beside him. The woman stood up gracefully and came closer to Wen Xian: "I help you fight the enemy, what are you going to reward me with?"

The leader gently stroked the woman's gorgeous red hair and kissed her forehead: "The one who comes back victorious is my gentle wife."

The woman touched Wen Xian's Adam's apple, raised her lips charmingly, and left the palace with her white hair and the fragrance of flowers.

In the main hall, Yue Chuan was already so weak that he was in a trance, and Ruo Dong asked him to stop temporarily. An Yu quickly stepped forward, picked up the water bag, and trembling with tears, carefully put the cold water to General Kong's mouth.

Yue Chuan seemed to wake up slightly, his lips moved, and An Yu quickly leaned his ear. The general heard the general murmur: "Yu'er, you can't let Qing Qing in."

"General, sister is here..."

Yue Chuan shook his head laboriously: "She's coming, we have to keep her out."

An Yu couldn't help but choked, and two lines of clear tears silently fell down. Suddenly she heard the banging of weapons outside the palace door, and a cold wind rushed into the palace. The woman's charming voice had already entered the palace: "Linghu Savage! Here we come.

Outside the West Lake Palace, you still don’t kneel down!”

Qingqing supported one leg and finally climbed over the top of the wall in the fire, but finally couldn't support it and stumbled to the ground. He turned over with a breath and saw that the largest Fluctuating Light Hall had been erected.

The torches were lit, and two lines of guards stood strictly on the side of the hall.

In the guard room, there was a woman with disheveled red hair, standing far away on the stone steps of the highest floor.

The wooden flute lay horizontally on the ground, and Qing Qing reluctantly approached and asked, "Who are you!"

"I am Xihu Jiang Suyi, kneel down!"

Hearing this, Qingqing was stunned for a second, then came back to his senses, and couldn't help but laugh up at the sky: "Disciple has only heard of a Mrs. Jiang in Nanlin, how come there is a person who has transformed into Xihu?"

Seeing Qing Qing laughing so hard that she was about to burst into tears, Jiang Suyi stood up and rushed down: "You little bastard, don't toast me and you'll be fined with wine!"

With a "Humph", Qingqing stood there with a smile on his face. But just when Mrs. Jiang was about to arrive in front of her, Qingqing suddenly took off the burned package on her shoulder and took out the contents.
Chapter completed!