The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

That night, the moonlight was as bright as silver, and the capital was immersed in silence. However, at the same time as the fire at the Zuo Xiaowei's residence last night, flames suddenly shot up into the sky and thick smoke billowed. Unlike the fire at the Zuo Xiaowei's residence, this time the flames spread over a wider area and were more intense.

More than a dozen famous shops in the capital, whether they were prosperous silk shops, exquisite jade shops, or bustling teahouses and taverns, were all engulfed in flames at the same time. The blazing flames lit up the night sky and the terrified faces of the people in the capital.

The fire spread rapidly, as if driven by a mysterious force, and one shop after another was devoured. The flames licked the wooden beams and devoured everything flammable. In an instant, the skyline of the capital was replaced by a sea of ​​fire, and the flames illuminated half the sky red.

People were awakened from their sleep, panicked, and fled from their homes. The streets were filled with panic and anxiety. Some people tried to put out the fire, but the fire was too big to be resisted by human power. They could only watch those familiar shops turn into ashes in the flames.

The fire in the capital was like a mad beast, raging in the night, but the Prime Minister's Mansion seemed to be isolated from the world and fell into a deep dream. Everyone in the mansion, whether master or servant, seemed to be shrouded in an invisible magic, sleeping in a heavy dream, unaware of the hustle and bustle and chaos of the outside world.

In the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the moonlight was like water, quiet and cold. The lanterns under the corridor swayed gently, but could not illuminate the sleeping soul. The guards and maids in the mansion were either lying on their sides or leaning on the bed. Their breathing was steady and deep, as if they were experiencing a distant and beautiful dream.

Even though the flames and smoke outside were soaring into the sky, they could not penetrate the barrier of the dream and awaken the sleeping soul. Deep inside the Prime Minister's Mansion, in the master's bedroom, the curtains were drawn low, and on the bed, the Prime Minister and his family were also immersed in a deep dream, as if the whole world had nothing to do with them.

This dream was so real and so profound that when the noise and chaos of the outside world gradually dissipated, when the firelight gradually dimmed, and when the smoke slowly dissipated, the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion were still immersed in the dream, unable to extricate themselves.

When the first rays of dawn had not yet completely dispelled the chill of the night, a guard in a corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion opened his eyes dazedly. His mind was still a little confused, as if he had just struggled out of a deep dream. The noisy sound in his ears made him feel irritated. He muttered impatiently, rubbing his hazy eyes while struggling to sit up.

The guard's name was Wu Jie, an old man in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Although he was not young, he was still alert and vigilant. He shook his head, trying to sober himself up, and then slowly stood up.

"What the hell is this noisy noise?" Li Hao muttered as he pushed open the door and walked out of the bedroom. In the corridor outside the door, the other guards and maids were still immersed in sleep, and had no reaction to the noise outside.

Wu Jie frowned and walked in the direction of the noise, feeling a little uneasy. When he walked out of the gate of the mansion, the scene in front of him stunned him instantly. There was thick smoke outside, chaos and noise.

"What's going on?" Wu Jie's eyes widened, and a strong sense of foreboding surged in his heart. He quickly looked around, trying to find other guards and maids who had woken up, but found that everyone was still asleep and knew nothing about the changes in the outside world.

Wu Jie suddenly realized that everyone was not just asleep. He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and began to shout and beat the gong to try to wake up the sleeping people.

As Wu Jie shouted and the gong sounded, the other people in the Prime Minister's Mansion gradually woke up. They walked out of their bedrooms and walked to the gate. Seeing the scene on the street in front of them, they were all stunned and terrified.

Wu Jie's heart tightened, and he suddenly remembered whether the Prime Minister was still sleeping in his bedroom. The chaos and danger outside at this moment made him feel anxious. He turned around quickly and ran to the Prime Minister's bedroom in a hurry.

The dim lights in the corridor barely illuminated Wu Jie's path, but his heart was filled with anxiety and worry. As he ran, he silently said in his heart: "Prime Minister, you must be safe."

When he finally ran to the door of the prime minister's bedroom, Wu Jie pushed the door open without hesitation. The room was quiet, and several maids were lying here and there, some lying on the table, some leaning on the chair, and some lying on the floor. At this time, Wu Jie didn't care about anything, and he was not afraid of offending the prime minister. He looked at the bed. Only the prime minister's wife Zhang was lying on the bed, and there seemed to be no sign of waking up.

Wu Jie found that the Prime Minister was not in the bedroom, and his heart tightened. He immediately thought that the Prime Minister might be in the study. The Prime Minister often dealt with government affairs late at night, and the study was like a second bedroom for him. Wu Jie did not dare to delay for a moment and immediately turned around and ran towards the study.