After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

Chaohua City is located in a dry place, and it is common for water to run out. It was in the 38th year of Chongyuan in the old dynasty that there was a big fire.

That flood was the flood of the imperial palace, and it was also in the summer. It burned down most of the harem, and even the entire imperial garden.

The day of walking was the seventh month when Queen Yan was pregnant with her second child, and she was due to give birth in two or three months.

A big fire broke out, and the source of the fire was next to Queen Yan's Weixi Palace. Queen Yan was frightened and gave birth to Princess Le'an prematurely.

It was rare for the little prince to get so angry that time, the anger of the young king swept across the entire palace and even Chaohua City.

The concubines who caused the accident and those in the first palace who knew about the incident and did not report it all were asked to be executed in front of Chaohua gate.

It took half a month for the blood in front of Chaohua Gate to be washed clean.

Subsequently, all the trees in the palace were uprooted, and only low pomegranate trees were allowed to be planted from then on.

Outside the palace, the little prince also advanced the plan to set up a military patrol house.

Every [-] steps on each square and long street, the little prince set up a military patrol house. The soldiers inside used bricks to build a watchtower on a high place. tool.

Whenever there is a fire in the watchtower and the Heyu Army is there, the Heyu Army will gallop on horseback and report to the commanders everywhere, and arrange for Guanggu soldiers, the Heyu Army and the Forbidden Army to fight the fire. Startled the common people.

With these, there was no fire in Chaohua City.

Now the Crane Feather Army is gone, but there are other cavalry who rode their horses to inform.

The fire was barely extinguished in Anhe Restaurant.

Behind Gu Huanshan stood countless distressed Guanggu soldiers. These were soldiers who had just gone to put out the fire.His own condition was not very good, he came too hastily after hearing the fire, and then went straight to the center of the fire, his clothes and face were stained with ashes.

But after all, he came back from the southern border. Unlike the soldiers of the imperial capital who had not been affected by the flames of war, the little general stood there like a sword drawn from its sheath. Although there was no expression in his eyes, it made people feel at ease.

Beside him, Meng Yi was wiping the sweat off his face with his sleeve.Behind him, there were also some disheveled imperial guards standing.

After the fire was largely brought under control, no one spoke.They stood at the entrance of the alley together with the common people poking their heads out behind them, silently looking at the burned Anshun Avenue, which was completely black and turned into nothingness.

Anshun Street, where crime and money breed together, is gone.

After a long time, Gu Huanshan looked sideways and asked a small soldier beside him, "Are there any casualties?"

The little soldier hurriedly said: "General, the number of casualties hasn't come out yet, but fortunately someone called in advance, there should not be many casualties."

Gu Huanshan nodded, frowned, and asked again: "Have you found the person who set the fire?"

The little soldier shook his head: "General, I haven't found it. I can only wait for the adults from the Ministry of Punishment and Dali Temple to arrive."

He said: "Even the person who shouted at the beginning has not been found yet."

The conversation between the two was heard by Meng Yi who was next to him. Seeing that Gu Huanshan finished saving the fire, he began to ask about the progress of the fire case in an orderly manner. Meng Yi was sweating profusely, and said, "Thank you, General Gu."

The afterlife is terrifying.

Gu Huanshan was most afraid of socializing with others in his life. Hearing Meng Yi's words, he just nodded stiffly.

At this moment, it is not the time to care about this matter. Meng Yi has a lot to say in his heart. Looking at the ruins of Anshun Street, he just murmured and sighed in the end: "Fortunately, fortunately, there are military patrol shops... ..."

If it hadn't been for a military patrol shop that discovered the fire in advance, the entire west of the city might have burned down.

The old dynasty is gone, and there are still some things left to protect Daqi.

While the two were talking, they heard a rush of horse hooves. Meng Yi and Gu Huanshan turned their heads and saw a man galloping on a horse from the other side of the long street.

It's Chen He.

Behind him are countless private guards of the Nanyang Marquis Mansion.

The sound of hoofbeats was heard in an instant, and Chen He jumped off the horse. He was facing harshly, his eyes were narrow and long, and they grew on his khaki face. His brows were frowning at this time, and his eyes were full of anger. He looked like a thief The weasel has become fine.

When Meng Yi saw him, his head hurt a little more, and when Chen He saw Meng Yi and Gu Huanshan were here, as soon as he threw the horse rope, he strode towards them.

Meng Yi sighed in his heart, went up to meet him, and said in a gentle tone as much as possible: "Mr. Chen..."

"Has the arsonist been found out?" Chen He raised his eyebrows and interrupted Meng Yi's words directly. When dealing with the governor of the imperial army, Chen He spoke in the same tone as the boy who led the horse for him. Stretching out his hand, "Master Meng, please give me the list of the arsonists."

Meng Yi is the governor of the Imperial Army after all, and he is also domineering on weekdays. Even though there was a fire on Anshun Street at this time, he was being directed by such a junior, and his tone became cold: "It hasn't been found out yet."

Chen He sneered: "Can't the Forbidden Army and Guanggu soldiers even find out this?"

Meng Yi choked at his natural scolding.

Why, when they are the Ministry of Criminal Justice and Dali Temple?

Anshun Street is gone, and Chen He's heart is bleeding. He usually doesn't pay attention to people like Meng Yi, but now he is even more serious. He waved his hand to them impatiently. I'm stuck here, why don't we let Nanyang Marquis come..."

Before he finished speaking, his neck felt cold, and he put on a long sword.

Chen He looked up and saw Gu Huanshan's cold eyes. His voice was as cold as a city wall under the cold moon in Bianguan, with killing intent: "Either get out, or talk well."

The aftermath of the fire hit, distorting their conversation a bit, as if it could also burn into the private room across the building.

Wang Baijin was lying under the mahogany table in the private room, curled up with one leg in his arms like a fool, the other leg was hanging there bloody, and he couldn't take it back.

Meng Jingxuan only glanced at his legs, and looked back as if unable to bear to look.

He turned his gaze to the opposite side of the table, where Yan Huaiyin was sitting, looking out the window with his head turned sideways.

Looking out from the window of their private room, they could just see the entrance of Anshun Avenue, where Gu Huanshan, Meng Yi and Chen He were facing each other.

Meng Jingxuan said firmly: "You set the fire."

Yan Huaiyin took his eyes back, instead of looking at Meng Jingxuan, he looked at Wang Baijin who had touched the paralyzed ground, and asked softly, "Young Master Wang, do you think I set the fire?"

Wang Baijin trembled when he heard him speak now, and when he heard Yan Huaiyin ask him, he remembered what he had just said softly to himself in the fire.

Wang Baijin shrank his head and said with a trembling voice: "No, he didn't let it go. I insisted on gambling. Mr. Yan came with me..."

He couldn't go on talking as he was talking, and wept into a ball on the ground.

But the unspoken meaning in the words is clearly revealed—Yan Huaiyin was entrusted by Wang Sizezhi to discipline Wang Baijin, but he insisted on betting that Yan Huaiyin couldn't stop him from coming to Anshun Street, so he had no choice but to follow him, but he didn't Coincidentally met walking water.

Meng Jingxuan narrowed her eyes, but did not speak.

Everything is so logical that nothing is believable.

But he has always had a mouth that can speak, Meng Jingxuan said with a smile on his face: "Then I don't know who it is. In Chaohua City, there are such people who dare to challenge the Nanyang Houfu like this."

It's just...overwhelming.

Meng Jingxuan swallowed the latter sentence into her stomach.

Moths fly into the fire, at least they can stir up the silk wind at the moment of jumping towards the fire. Yan Huaiyin set this fire, but it couldn't burn Nanyang Marquis Mansion, so he had to burn himself to be buried in Anshun Street.

After hearing his words, Yan Huaiyin turned his eyes away, he didn't answer Meng Jingxuan's words, but asked: "Mr. Meng sent me an invitation that day, what's the matter?"

The two had been sitting in this private room for a long time, Meng Jingxuan chattered and said some nice things, but he didn't say why he was looking for Yan Huaiyin.

Meng Jingxuan stood up from his seat. He smiled and said, "There was still something to do a few days ago, but it's all right now."

If this fire was set by Yan Huaiyin, Yan Huaiyin would not be able to live for long, with a dead person, Meng Jingxuan naturally has no need to deal with him.

Meng Jingxuan picked up the wine glass on the table and handed it to Yan Huaiyin from afar, the young master in brocade clothes said softly: "Mr. Yan, see you later."

Hearing what he said, Yan Huaiyin hummed, bent down and grabbed Wang Baijin, and raised his hand loosely, and he carried him on his shoulders like a sack. Yan Huaiyin said politely: "Mr. Meng, see you later."

After he finished speaking, he was about to go out with the people on his shoulders.

Anshun Avenue was burned, and no one in Anhe Restaurant, the only "surviving fruit", was in the mood to eat. Yan Huaiyin pushed the door open, and the corridor outside the door was empty.He is tall and thin, even with Wang Baijin on his shoulders, the sunlight casts his shadow into a thin silhouette.

Outside the restaurant was a roaring noise, and within an hour, the noise would reach the ears of Emperor Chengde, Nanyang Hou, Jiang Lian, and Daqiman court officials, and then the entire Chaohua City knew about Nanyang. The Anshun Avenue under the Houfu was set on fire.

Don't care about Lord Hou's monstrous power, don't care about the anger of the emperor and the emperor, Nanyang Hou Mansion's authority that no one dared to disobey for decades was pried away by the person who set fire to it.

Power and majesty are nothing, but they were also thrown into the sun by the arsonist, and the people all over the world will see how the big men were dragged by the heads of the ants, forcing them to bend down.

Even if this ant is a pawn sent by the old Northwest Ministry to vent the fire of Emperor Chengde, with nothing in his body and sick bones, he doesn't know how many more years he can live.

Looking at Yan Huaiyin's back, Meng Jingxuan vaguely felt that the fire had something to do with the noble concubine's banquet at Xianglinchi, but he couldn't guess what would happen next.

What else would Yan Huaiyin do?

Meng Jingxuan tightened her hand holding the table, and said suddenly: "I will present all my doubts to Your Majesty."

After he said this, the figure in front of him was silent for a moment, and then turned around.

He had already left the room, and Meng Jingxuan was separated by a door, Yan Huaiyin said: "Okay."

There was no trace of surprise or fear, just a soft and Qiaoqiao saying hello.

No matter how Meng Jingxuan talked to him today, he always looked like this. He said he was gentle, but in fact he didn't care about anything.

It doesn't matter to him what Meng Jingxuan does.

Meng Jingxuan took a deep breath, stared at Yan Huaiyin and said, "I will tell Your Majesty that you were the one who rode out of the palace gate in a carriage with your palm print that night. You are from the old northwestern department. What would be the consequences if you had a private meeting with powerful officials in the middle of the night? I don't need to tell you."

Everyone said that it was Meng Jingxuan who rode in the carriage with Jiang Lian that night, but Meng Jingxuan knew best if it was her.

He guessed and guessed again, but it could only be Yan Huaiyin.

Yan Huaiyin nodded, and asked warmly, "Is there anything else?"

Meng Jingxuan pressed her hand against the corner of the table unconsciously, but she didn't want to reveal a little nervousness in her words.

All his dealings today were for the next sentence, Meng Jingxuan said softly: "Tell me what you want to do, and I can help you keep the secret."

Hearing his words, Yan Huaiyin was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

He was very white, and he had a perfectly colored face. Even with a mask to cover it up, he looked ordinary at first glance, but upon closer inspection, he could see the beautiful bones.

Especially at this time, there is a little real feeling in the smile, which is even more exciting.

Yan Huaiyin really thought it was funny, Meng Jingxuan actually wanted to blackmail him, and then tame him.

With a gentle smile, he asked, "Young Master Meng, do you know what's going to happen to the Marquis of Nanyang and the Marquis of Nanyang's mansion? Who are you looking for?"

Meng Jingxuan blinked, and replied subconsciously: "Look at your majesty or the palm print."

"No," Yan Huaiyin tilted his head, as if he was saying something very ordinary, he smiled and said, "It depends on what I think."

He said it depends on what he thinks.

Meng Jingxuan didn't know how to refute him for a moment.

And the person on the opposite side raised his eyebrows, and Meng Jingxuan suddenly showed a sternness that Meng Jingxuan had never felt from Emperor Chengde.

"Young Master Meng," Yan Huaiyin looked at the young master with bright eyebrows opposite him, "I have failed to accomplish some things, but I really wanted to do these things, so I came to Chaohua City to take advantage of the few days I was still alive. Years, these things will be done."

"Whether it's you, Marquis of Nanyang, or Jiang Lian," Yan Huaiyin said softly, "It's best to stop thinking about trying to bribe me or tame me."

"If you really don't want me to go on."

"I'll give you two ways," Yan Huaiyin said with a smile, "either kill me, or be killed by me."

The author says:

Quietly: They only have two paths, and Jiang Lian has a third path (bushi;

感谢在2022-05-0408:27:36-2022-05-0408:56:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 Hanyancui on the wave;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!