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Published at 16th of January 2023 06:28:40 AM


Chapter 109: Killing and destroying souls!

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  Chapter 109 Kill and destroy souls!

  No one along the way.

  Luo Qingzhou helped the weak Second Miss Qin to the first floor.

  The maids and servants on the second floor were deliberately dismissed by Song Zixi, or they all gathered below to watch the poetry competition.

  Or, the accident just now, and other families hosting tonight's poetry meeting were secretly involved.

  That's why the space was vacated.

  From what the Song family lady just said in her heart, it can be seen that this matter tonight is not simple.

   Not just to deal with him.

   Those people obviously want to discredit the Qin family.

  The most powerful city in Mo City is naturally the City Lord's Mansion.

   Next, there are four major families, Wang, Luo, Song, and Zhang.

  The Qin family used to be one of the four major families. Unfortunately, the previous generation was too slack, and the current generation did nothing. As a result, the power of the family gradually declined, and the Song family took over from behind.

  The Qin Mansion is now headed by Qin Wenzheng, who has no desires or demands, and develops in a very low-key manner.

   That's it, is there anyone else thinking about it?

   After Luo Qingzhou helped Second Miss Qin to the hall, Qiu'er quickly walked over.

   Without waiting for her to speak, Qin Weimo turned pale and said: "Qiu'er, go and call Mother and Zhu'er over...I feel a little uncomfortable and want to go back."

   Qiu'er glanced at her face and the blood on the corner of her mouth, her expression changed immediately, she hurriedly agreed, turned around, and hurried towards the ladies.

   At this time, the result of the second competition was being announced on the stage.

  Besides the oiran Maiyi standing on the stage, there was also an old man with gray hair and wearing a robe.

  He tremblingly looked at the rice paper in his hand, looking very excited, even his voice trembled.

  Song Ruyue was looking forward to the stage with several ladies.

  Qiu'er walked over and whispered a few words to Zhu'er, Zhu'er's face changed, and she hurriedly came to Song Ruyue's ear to report.

  When Song Ruyue heard this, her complexion changed, and she immediately stood up, said something to the ladies, and hurried towards Luo Qingzhou and the two with two maids.

  At this time, Luo Qingzhou was holding Miss Qin Er's small hand with one hand, and supporting her slender waist with the other.

  Song Ruyue's expression darkened when she saw this scene.

   Above the hall on the first floor is the hall on the second floor, and behind the hall are neatly arranged rooms on the upper and lower floors.

   At this time, smoke had already emerged from the upper floor, and drilled out of the door from the room below, spreading in the corridor.

  But at this moment, the hall on the first floor is an exciting moment.

  Because on the stage, the respected senior in the literary world was reciting the song "Shui Tiao Ge Tou", which was once called "Mid-Autumn Ci, once this word comes out, the rest of the words are useless" in trembling voices.

  "...I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold on the heights. Dance to find out the shadows, why is it like being in the world...

   "Turn to Zhuge, a low-key household, and sleepless nights. There should be no hatred, why do you want to go farewell?"

  Under the stage, there was silence, even the sound of breathing stopped.

  The old man paused, glanced at the audience, and continued to read in a trembling voice: "People have sorrows and joys, and the moon has cloudy and sunny waxes and wanes. This matter is difficult to complete in ancient times. I hope that people will live a long life and share joys and joys."

  The entire hall was deadly silent.

  Smoke quickly followed the corridor and filled the hall, and the sound of flames burning wood boards began to sound.

"on fire!"

  I don't know who shouted, and everyone who was stunned by this peerless word came back to their senses.

   But the old man on the stage seemed to be still immersed in the aftertaste of the words in his hand, unable to extricate himself, he was still muttering: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has cloudy and sunny circles..."

   "It's on fire! Run!"

  Suddenly someone shouted again in the hall, and then everyone began to panic.

  The guards on the ship gathered outside the hall on the first floor, as well as various maids and servants, rushed to fetch water and prepare to put out the fire.

  The crowd in the hall began to scream in horror, scrambling to be the first, rushing towards the exit.

  The hall that was still silent a moment ago was in chaos at this moment.

Fortunately, Song Ruyue came to the exit ahead of time, and when she was preparing to reprimand the daring little **** who dared to touch her daughter, she suddenly heard someone shouting "It's on fire", and then her expression changed, and she hurriedly said: "Go! Hurry up and take Wei Mo away." Take it out!"

  Luo Qingzhou hugged Miss Qin Er's slender waist, hugged her whole soft and boneless body, and took her out directly.

  Song Ruyue followed behind, staring blankly, but there was no time to talk nonsense, and with Zhu'er and Qiu'er's support, she rushed out in a panic.

   Several people quickly stepped onto the steps and rushed to the shore, only then breathed a sigh of relief.

   When he looked back at the boat, his expression changed.

  The second floor of the painting boat, located at the location of the room, has already ignited a raging fire. Thick smoke and hideous tongues of flames have emerged from the windows and the burned-through top!

  The boat was full of screams from the guests.

  The crowd panicked and rushed out from the exit.

  Some people who can swim directly dive from the deck and swim ashore.

  The guards and servants, seeing that the fire was out of control, had no choice but to retreat.

  They surrounded the nobles, forcibly pushed through the chaotic crowd, and opened up a road for those nobles to go first.

  At this time, the lives of those noble people are naturally the most important.

  Meng Yulan didn't leave first, she was still standing on the boat to help evacuate the crowd running around.

   Fortunately, the two painting boats were moored on the shore and did not sail into the middle of the river.

  Many people jumped into the water and came up.

  The guard over there immediately set up more steps.

   Not long after, everyone on board went ashore safely.

   At this moment, surrounded by guards, Meng Yulanfang stepped ashore with a dignified expression.

  At this time, the painting boat was already full of smoke and flames, and all of them were on fire.

  Especially the second floor is already a sea of ​​flames.

  Another painting boat parked next to it was already far away for fear of being harmed.

  Meng Yulan turned pale, and asked the guard next to him loudly: "Is there anyone else on the second floor?"

  The guard faltered, not daring to answer.

  Another guard said: "Miss, this subordinate just went up, but it was empty, there should be no one there."

  Meng Yulan looked at him and said, "Have you seen everything in the room? Is anyone resting in it?"

   The guard said with a bitter face: "The place where the fire started was the room. The fire was so big that we couldn't get close, so..."

  Meng Yulan had a gloomy face and stopped talking.

   "Crack!"

  In the raging fire, the second floor of the painting boat suddenly collapsed and fell into the sea of ​​flames below. It was quickly ignited by the wine storehouse and completely burned.

  The whole painting continued to burn on the water, illuminating half of the night sky.

  Many tourists on the riverside heard the news, gathered here to watch, and talked a lot.

  Many people who hate the rich gloat.

  The patrol team in the city also came after hearing the news and asked about the casualties and the cause of the fire.

   However, no one can tell.

At this time, the respected old man in the literary world was standing on the shore, surrounded by everyone, still holding the piece of rice paper tightly in his hand, looking at the painting boat that was about to be burned, but still chanting the song "Water Tune Song Head".

   "Let's go."

  Song Ruyue's face turned pale, with lingering fear, she led everyone away.

  The others were also afraid of leaving.

   Sitting in a carriage.

Song Ruyue calmed down for a while, then Fang looked at the pale daughter beside her, sighed and said, "Wei Mo, it's my mother's fault this time, it almost hurt you. From now on... stay in the room, don't Come out, hey, it's too dangerous outside."

  Qin Weimo coughed a few more times, clenched the **** handkerchief in his hand, lowered his head, and did not speak.

Song Ruyue glanced at the handkerchief in her hand, her eyes were full of distress, she swallowed back the words she was about to reprimand the two of them, and comforted softly: "It's okay, go back and have a good rest, mother will let Zhu'er give it to you later. You boil some medicine, eat and sleep for a night and you'll be fine."

  Qin Weimo responded in a low voice.

  Song Ruyue looked at her, her brows were full of worry, and she didn't speak any more.

   The carriage fell into silence.

   After walking for a while, Qin Weimo couldn't help but raised his head, looked towards the window, hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, opened the curtain, and looked outside.

  But he didn't see that figure.

  The night sky is full of bright moon and stars.

  In the round moon, there is a shadow, hazy and unclear, I don’t know if it is the palace in the sky written by my brother-in-law, Qionglou Yuyu...

Song Ruyue watched her quietly from the side, and when she was about to arrive at the mansion, she couldn't help it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but said: "Weimo, mother wants to tell you something, I hope you can listen to mother carefully. dear."

  Qin Weimo withdrew his gaze from looking at the night sky, fell silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "If it's about brother-in-law, mother should stop talking... Weimo knows what to do."

   "Actually, mother..."

  Song Ruyue frowned, and when she was about to speak, Qin Weimo looked at her and said softly: "Mother, don't worry, Weimo will not do anything against etiquette and morality."

  Paused, she lowered her head slightly again, and murmured: "Wei Mo doesn't care, but I can't harm brother-in-law...Wei Mo knows that brother-in-law is definitely not a thing in the pool, and one day, he will leave here..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly raised her head again, pleading with her eyes: "Mother, Wei Mo hopes that you will not embarrass brother-in-law when the time comes. If... If he wants to leave, let him leave... Our Qin family... is not worthy of him. "

  Song Ruyue frowned, her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, her mind recalled the two poems tonight, as well as the previous poems, and the excitement of that old man who played an important role in the literary world...

   After a while.

  She turned her face away, nodded, and said: "Okay, mother promises you."

  Out of the window.

  Luo Qingzhou followed behind the carriage, secretly thinking about what happened tonight.

   After going back later, he decided to get out of his body and go back to the river to have a look.

  If you see the souls of those people, you will naturally kill them, kill the grass and root them out, and never give them any chance to wander in the world or reincarnate!

  There are too many capable people and strange things in this world, who can guarantee that those people will suddenly speak again?

at the same time.

  In the back garden of the "Ling Chan Moon Palace" in the Qin Mansion.

  The snow-white figure who had been sitting motionless in the gazebo for a long time finally moved his eyes and raised his head. The snow-white dress on his body fluttered like a fairy without any wind.

   Bai Ling and Xia Chan, who were guarding the door and other places, seemed to sense something, and immediately walked over quickly.

  Bai Ling entered the pavilion, and said nervously: "Miss, what's the matter? Breakthrough?"

  The eyes of the snow-white figure looked at the pond outside the pavilion with a calm expression.

   After a while, Fang nodded slightly: "En."

  As soon as these words came out, Bai Ling was taken aback for a moment, and then jumped up and down, extremely excited.

   Even Xia Chan, who was at the side, had a slight expression on her face.

Bai Ling was excited for a while, but wondered: "Miss, how did you do it? It is said that without those spiritual liquids and resources, you should be stuck in this realm for many years, and you may even be unable to break through. Haven't you already given up, why did you suddenly break through again? This is too incredible!"

   Immediately, she suddenly thought of something again, and her eyes lit up: "Miss, did you suddenly get some opportunity? Or, did you meet any senior spirit to help you?"

  The snow-white figure looked at the quiet moon in the pond, and was silent for a while, as if answering her, or as if talking to himself, muttering in a low voice: "Senior?...Maybe."

Bai Ling's face was full of joy, and he didn't dare to disturb her anymore. He turned his head and blinked at the cold girl outside the pavilion, and said in a low voice, "Chanchan, tonight is a day of great joy. Miss has made a breakthrough, how should we celebrate?" ?”

   "How about... go and play with my uncle? Okay?"

  Xia Chan glanced at her coldly, ignored her, turned away, walked to the plum blossom tree, held the sword, and stood there coldly.

  The plum blossoms have withered.

  She didn't dance the sword anymore, but just quietly looked at the lotus leaves in the pond in front of her, dazed in a daze.

  It's so late...

   Not tonight...

  

  

  (end of this chapter)




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