Lord Shura's only favorite concubine

Chapter 17

Pushing away the townspeople blocking him, before Xuanyuan Junxi could take a step forward, he was grabbed by several townspeople beside him, preventing him from moving forward.

"My lord, the fire is too big. The whole house is almost burnt down. If you go in, you won't be able to save anyone, and you will just take your life for nothing." A man who looked a few years older than Xuanyuan Junxi held tightly Holding Xuanyuan Junxi's waist, he shouted loudly at him.

This ancient house caught fire so fast, and by the time they found out, almost the whole house had already been set ablaze.Most of the people in the town had received the favor of Xuanyuan Wentian. When they saw the house was on fire, they spontaneously carried water to put out the fire, but the fire was too big. Even with so many of them, they still couldn't put out the fire, let alone from inside. A person is rescued.

As soon as the man finished speaking, a loud noise resounded throughout the town, and the huge old house finally couldn't withstand the raging fire and collapsed.

"Ah..." Watching the ancient house slowly turn into ashes in the sea of ​​flames, Xuanyuan Junxi couldn't help roaring up to the sky, his black eyes had already turned crimson red, his heart was anxious, and he breathed a sigh of relief Stuck in his chest, he spit out a big mouthful of blood with a wow.

As if drained of all strength, he sat limply on the ground, tightly holding the Fengyin Sword in his hand, his handsome face against the firelight, the originally pale face was covered with a faint blood red .

"Mr. Jun, you can't be resurrected after death, so you have to mourn." Seeing Xuanyuan Junxi's distraught look, the few villagers around him couldn't bear it, and they couldn't help but softly comforted him.

"Yes, Mr. Jun, the Xuanyuan family has left your blood, you can't do anything stupid." An older man looked at the sea of ​​flames in front of him, thinking of the good deeds that the Xuanyuan family did on weekdays, His nose was sore, and there was a bit of choking in his voice.

"What nonsense are you talking about? My father's martial arts are so high, how could this fire trap them?" Hearing what the man said, Xuanyuan Junxi suddenly raised his head and roared at him, but the hand holding the Feng Yin sword was still Shaking constantly.

Under such circumstances, if Xuanyuan Wentian and Murong Lingyan had escaped, they would definitely organize people to fight the fire together, but right now, among the firefighting crowd, not only did they not exist, there was not even a servant of the Xuanyuan family.

Seeing Xuanyuan Junxi's pale face and blood spots on the white skirt, the few of them glanced at each other, wanting to tell him something, but afraid that he would not be able to bear the blow.

"My lord, no one in the mansion has escaped." After a while of silence, the older man hesitated for a moment, but still spoke out what was in his heart.

No one escaped... One sentence hit Xuanyuan Junxi's heart like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and at the same time, Feng Qinghan who came after him fell into infinite despair again.

Clenching her hands tightly, looking at the blazing sea of ​​flames, Feng Qinghan closed her lips tightly, knelt down heavily towards the bluestone board that was a little hot from the flames, a tear fell silently down her cheek slide.

"Yue Wu..." Softly reciting Xuanyuan Yue Wu's name, Feng Qinghan's heart felt as if it had been cut by a knife.Since he was born, he has been living in the struggle of the royal family. Although he is a prince, except for his mother and concubine who passed away early, there is no one around him who would treat him like Xuanyuan Yuewu. .

"What are you here for? If it wasn't for you, how could Yue'er be poisoned? My father wouldn't let me send you to Beichuan, and I wouldn't leave here, and they wouldn't die." Xuanyuan Junxi sitting on the ground looked like As if he suddenly remembered something, he quickly stood up from the ground, pulled up Feng Qinghan who was kneeling on the ground, and punched him hard in the face.

Looking bitterly at Feng Qinghan who was knocked to the ground by his own punch, Xuanyuan Junxi's handsome face was full of anger.On weekdays, the people in the house are very cautious, and it is impossible to catch fire for no reason, unless someone deliberately sets it on fire.

In his memory, their family has never made enemies. The only possibility is that those who were looking for Feng Qinghan found Xuanyuan's family, but they couldn't find anyone, so they set fire to the house.

Xuanyuan Junxi, who was dazzled by anger, had long forgotten the anomaly of Xuanyuan Wentian and Murong Lingyan today, and the scene of Xuanyuan Wentian and Xuanyuan Yuewu's tragic death in the sea of ​​flames kept flashing in his mind, holding the Fengyin sword tightly The knuckles of his fingers had already turned slightly white, showing the anger and despair in the owner's heart at this time.

(End of this chapter)