Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 339 Big Orange
Di Renjie crossed his hands to salute, and didn't know what Xiaoyin was doing here as a child. Although he knew that Xiaoyin was talented and precocious, far surpassing children of the same age, and looked like a little adult, but children are children after all, lack of experience in dealing with things, and it is even more difficult to resist alone Danger.

"His Royal Highness Prince Yin."

The small officials of Honglu Temple came to salute one after another.

Xiao Yin jumped off the tall horse, his body was as light as a swallow, and he took out a piece of light yellow talisman paper from his bosom, which was the length of a palm and more than three fingers wide. There was no writing on it, only three ink marks. The little black dot was handed to Di Renjie.

Di Renjie took the talisman paper: "The Taifu's talisman?"

Xiao Yin nodded, this was given to him by his father Zhao Wujiang.

Di Renjie heaved a sigh of relief, he raised his hand and threw the talisman paper into the flames, the talisman paper was instantly ignited and turned into ashes, he froze for a moment, secretly thinking that he was confused, and acted rashly before asking how to use it.

But the next moment, the surrounding cold wind suddenly picked up, blowing towards the sea of ​​flames, and a drop of unnoticed rain fell from the night sky above Pingkangfang. Then, the rain became heavier and heavier, pouring down like a torrent.

The sea of ​​fire facing the rain is like white snow meeting the scorching sun, disappearing in an instant.

Cheers erupted from the crowd:

"God bless me Datang."

Di Renjie looked at Pingkangfang, which was emitting black smoke. At this moment, there was only a piece of charred ruins left in Pingkangfang. The corpses buried in it were mixed with the rest of the burnt objects. Falling fire, what's going on?Is it a coincidence?Is it artificial?Is it God's punishment?

"His Royal Highness Prince Yin is really a lucky star. As soon as he arrived, the fire that fell from the sky was forced to flee and disappear." The little official of Honglu Temple bowed, with a flattering smile on his face, and complimented Zhao Xiaoyin.

"Dropped from the sky?" Zhao Xiaoyin immediately said, "Count up the losses."

Even though he is only a child over eight years old, he often goes to and from the imperial palace, is used to seeing ministers, and is the blood of Wu Meiniang and Zhao Wujiang, under the influence of his ears and eyes, he already has a majestic air at a young age.

"Yes." The little official said respectfully, shocked by this momentum, and sighed in his heart, he deserved to be His Royal Highness Prince Yin.

"Xiao Yin, what do you think?" Di Renjie glanced at the scorched ruins and said in a deep voice.

He and Zhao Xiaoyin were one big and one small, one tall and one short, standing on the side of the outer streets of Pingkangfang.

Zhao Xiaoyin looked thoughtful, and didn't answer Di Renjie immediately. After tea, he suddenly tugged on Di Renjie's sleeve, and asked in a puerile voice:
"Uncle Di, didn't you say that my father is a great sorcerer? With the power of a powerful sorcerer, he can move the wind and rain to control a celestial phenomenon. This sky fire is a celestial phenomenon, right?"

"You mean, this is what the warlock did?"

Di Renjie's eyes widened. He had seen Zhao Wujiang summoning wind and rain, and just now he had seen talisman summoning rain to put out the fire. Now after Xiao Yin's reminder, he suddenly realized.

"That's not what warlocks do."

Zhao Wujiang sat in his small courtyard, wearing a big fur, rubbed the black ash in his hands, shook his head in denial.

"Your Majesty, could it be that there is a fire from the sky? Is this too coincidental? Now that the Tang envoy and others are all buried in the sea of ​​fire, is it God's will not to allow us to have good relations with the two countries?"

Standing respectfully behind Zhao Wujiang was a man in black robe. The clothes style of the man in black robe is exactly the style of clothes of bad people nowadays.

"This fire has no roots, how could it be descended from the sky?" Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled, and handed over a money bag:
"Stand back, patrol more with your brothers tonight, it's hard work."

The man in black took the purse, knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and said respectfully:

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Zhao Wujiang waved his hand, the man in black suddenly disappeared in the sporadic wind and snow, he stomped his feet, got up slowly, looked south, his eyes were clearly black and white, he covered his mouth and nose with restraint, and coughed twice:

"Spirits and ghosts. Cough. Cough."

He wiped away the dark red blood from the corner of his mouth, and laughed indifferently.

Di Renjie and Zhao Xiaoyin were walking around in the scorched Pingkang square, the surrounding petty officials hurriedly carried away the scorched corpses, and the surrounding people talked about it.

Zhao Xiaoyin's speculation about warlocks just now aroused his strong vigilance. The Tang Dynasty has been peaceful for many years. Is the peace going to be broken now?

He used an evidence bag to pack a handful of scorched mustard powder, ready to take it back for Zhao Wujiang to investigate. Zhao Wujiang is a powerful magician, so he should be able to see through it.

"Uncle Di, if the sorcerer really did it, the sorcerer is too courageous." Zhao Xiaoyin didn't care about the scorching heat left after the fire was extinguished, nor was he afraid of the tragic death of the corpse.

Zhao Wujiang often taught him that if he is awe-inspiring, righteousness can disperse ghosts close to him, so the corpse that is feared in the eyes of ordinary people has lost most of its terror in his eyes, but he is still a child after all, walking cautiously at this moment, following Di Renjie Behind him, he tried his best to ignore the little chill rising in his heart.

"That's right." Di Renjie shook his head and sighed, "Pingkangfang dares to burn it, so why not? Hmm?"

Di Renjie paused suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, his eyes opened angrily, and he said in a startled voice:

"Imperial City!"

He picked up Zhao Xiaoyin, ran out of Pingkang Fang anxiously, jumped on the horse, and rode away towards the imperial city.

The moment he got on the horse, there was an exclamation from the crowd, followed by a horrified roar.

"Look! The sky fire is coming again!"

Di Renjie and Zhao Xiaoyin raised their heads suddenly, and a mass of orange flames in the sky streaked across the night sky and fell towards the northwest, which was the direction of the imperial city.

Horrified voices came and went from the crowd. Di Renjie swallowed hard and shouted: "Hold the horse's neck and hold the reins tightly."

The horse galloped on the street, ran towards Suzaku Avenue, stepped on the official road that runs from north to south, and ran towards the imperial city non-stop. In the eyes of the two uncles and nephews, the fire ball grew bigger and bigger, illuminating the surroundings like daylight.

At this moment, a small but disdainful figure jumped up from the imperial city, soaring into the air, he raised his hand in a sky-like gesture, and stopped Tianhuo.

"It's grandpa."

Zhao Xiaoyin was pleasantly surprised that the third grandfather, Wu Santong, was a very, very powerful master.

Di Renjie heaved a sigh of relief, secretly thinking that he was in a state of confusion tonight, how could Nuo Da's imperial city not be guarded by top experts?

He and Xiaoyin rode to the city gate.

Jin Wuwei and the others only made a fuss for a while, then quickly calmed down and put on a defensive posture. Seeing Di Renjie and Zhao Xiaoyin, they first let them go together after paying respects.

The two walked briskly along the way and soon arrived at the Imperial Study Room.

At the entrance of the imperial study room, the little old man Wu Santong is drinking a small wine, leisurely and leisurely, his expression is not flustered at all, and there is no mess on his body to fight against the sky fire.

Zhao Xiaoyin called sweetly: "Grandfather!"

Wu Santong hugged him kindly, and tried to feed him a drink, which made him shake his head vigorously.

"Mr. Wu!" Di Renjie saluted respectfully.

The door was opened, and Zhao Xiaoyin broke free from Wu Santong's arms as if fleeing, rushed into the imperial study, ran to Wu Meiniang, and opened her hands: "Mother, your precious son is back."

"My humble minister Di Renjie, see the emperor." Di Renjie looked respectful.

Wu Meiniang rubbed Xiao Yin's head lovingly, and handed Xiao Yin a plate of oranges on the desk, signaling that her mother had something serious to discuss.

Zhao Xiaoyin took it obediently, and quickly left, closing the door behind him when he left.

"Di Qing, tell me." Wu Meiniang regained her majesty.

(End of this chapter)