Light Dance Jiajing

At some point, clusters of flames appeared, and when Meng'er found out, she was already in a sea of ​​fire. Meng'er didn't have time to think, and rushed out with the scroll in her arms. However, the scroll was too long, and before she could rush out of the house, several paintings were swallowed by the flying sparks. When she rushed out of the house, the scroll was almost burned to ashes. Meng'er wanted to cry but had no tears, and stared blankly at the hut. Gusts of wind blew, and the fire slowly spread outwards. Meng'er was terrified. She had to get out of the bamboo forest, otherwise she would burn to death here. And where was Zaihou? At this moment, she was so anxious that she could not tell anything apart. She just ran in one direction. Meng'er's heart was beating like a drum. The thick smoke seemed to follow her all the time. Gradually, she could not run anymore, but she could not stop because there was a sea of ​​fire behind her. At this moment, she saw a small figure, it was Zaihou. Meng'er seemed to have strength again. She was too weak to speak, and she just ran to Zaihou, panting. Zaihou's little face was blackened by the thick smoke. He was at a loss. When he saw Meng'er, he burst into tears. Meng'er stopped to catch her breath for a moment, and had no time to comfort Zaihou. She just pulled him and ran in the forest like headless flies. At this time, a sudden heavy rain fell from the sky, soaking them through. The fire around them was gradually put out. Meng'er thought it was really God's blessing, it was really a timely rain, but this timely rain was too timely. The rain stopped as soon as the fire was put out. Meng'er was wondering, and in the blink of an eye, she saw a team of imperial guards rushing over, followed by the palace supervisors of the Water Dragon Team, pushing water The general in charge obviously did not expect to see two children here. He called over two of his men, and they picked up Meng'er and Zaihou. Meng'er walked behind the general in a daze for who knows how long before she was put down. She was so tired that she sat on the ground feeling so sore that she couldn't even lift her eyelids. Zaihou was also very tired and had no strength at all. In addition, he was frightened. At this moment, he leaned against Meng'er, and his little body was still trembling.

After a while, Mei'er's heartbeat gradually calmed down. She opened her eyes slightly and saw a muddy field with dead branches and leaves everywhere. Extending forward were two piles of burnt ruins that were beyond recognition. Mei'er's heart trembled and she instantly realized that she had returned to the original place. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the burned bamboo branches around made a series of discordant rustling sounds. Although the sun was shining brightly, Mei'er felt a chill on her body. She slowly adapted to the light, and the scenery in front of her became clearer and clearer. Not far away, there was a figure, wearing a black robe, as if nailed to the spot, motionless. The man had his back to her and could not see his face, but Mei'er was too familiar with this figure. This man was her father. How could he appear here? Mei'er trembled all over. Is he Yan Hao? The person she had been thinking about for the past eight years was right in front of her, but Meng'er did not have the courage to recognize him. She wanted to call his name, wanted to call him Yan Hao, but in the end, no sound came out. Yan Hao was her father now. If he knew, would he be as desperate as she was?

After a long time, the emperor slowly turned around. Meng'er noticed that his clothes were disheveled, and there were traces of burns on his cuffs and hem. Later, Meng'er learned that the emperor was coming to Yinyuan that day. As soon as he entered the garden, he saw the fire rising. He was the first to rush in. The people around him were unable to stop him. Seeing the emperor rushing into the sea of ​​fire, some rushed in to protect him, but were choked out. The fire was blazing and engulfed the whole place in an instant. All the entourage were trapped in the sea of ​​fire. Everyone was panicked and lost their direction for a while. At this time, a man poured a basin of water on his head and rushed into the sea of ​​fire. It was Lu Bing, the commander of the Jinyiwei.

After a moment, Lu Bing was seen carrying a man out. The man coughed violently when he was put down. Except for his beard and eyebrows, a lot of his clothes were burned, but fortunately he was not injured. This man was Emperor Jiajing. After the fire was put out, he sent everyone out and ordered people to bring Mei'er and Zaihou for questioning. He was holding half a torn scroll in his hand. The scroll was almost completely burnt, and the only remaining paper connected to the wooden handle was already burnt. Mei'er stared blankly at the torn scroll in his hand, her mind was blank.

"Why are you here? Do you know how the fire started? What else did you see?" The emperor suddenly spoke in a very low voice.醉心 ...

Mei'er's dull brain was still short-circuiting, but Zaihou, seeing Mei'er in a daze, was afraid of angering his father, so he timidly replied: "Your son and my sister were playing hide-and-seek, and I hid in the bamboo forest, and then there was a fire..." As Zaihou spoke, he thought of the horrible sea of ​​fire again, and sobbed again.

The emperor turned his gaze to Meng'er and asked, "Where is Meng'er?" Meng'er seemed to have turned a deaf ear to him and just stared at him blankly with unfocused eyes. The emperor probably thought she was scared silly, so he didn't ask her anything anymore. He turned around and walked silently towards the ruins. Meng'er looked at his desolate back, which for an instant overlapped with the lonely image at the end of the scroll, and her heart became even more sad. She saw him standing there for a long time, then slowly squatted down, gently touching the broken scroll in his hand, slowly hugging his knees, and burying his head and face deeply in his arms for a long time. After an unknown amount of time, he stood up and walked back expressionlessly. This time he did not stop, but only cast a disgusted glance at them when he passed by them. At this moment, he did not notice that Meng'er had already burst into tears and her eyes were full of sadness and despair.

She found Yan Hao. She had never forgotten him for a moment in the past eight years. She had been thinking about Zai Ji all the time. She would rather Zai Ji was Yan Hao, but now, she wanted to call him so much. She silently watched his back going farther and farther away. Meng'er's lips trembled but no sound came out in the end. She really didn't know how to face it. He was her biological father in this life. The huge pain made Meng'er choose to escape. In this life, maybe it is better to have no fate than to have fate. If he knew, would he be as heartbroken as she is now?