Jiaohua

Chapter 253
Pushing open the door of the bedroom, Quan Jiuwei couldn't stand and sat down on the ground.

A large bag of gold and silver jewelry in his hand also made a sound on the floor.

He was panting heavily, unable to calm down.

The dagger and clothes have been thrown away. The clothes he is wearing now are from shopkeeper Liu's closet. They don't fit very well and are baggy.

Gradually, many people shouted from outside: "It's on fire, it's on fire!"

"Where is the fire?"

"It's in the north, far away."

"There is a lot of fire over there, everyone come out to hide first, and help if you can!"

"My God, it's really on fire!"

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Listening to the movement outside, Quan Jiuwei leaned back and raised his head.

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this is not the first time he has killed someone, and he is just a shopkeeper who runs a restaurant.

He has killed even more powerful people, and he is still a third-rank official in the imperial court. Didn't he still not be found?
And don't blame him, he went to shopkeeper Liu several times and said all kinds of good things, but shopkeeper Liu himself didn't treat him more and more as a human being, kicked him out every time, and humiliated him in public several times.

Don't blame him.

I really don't blame him.

His hands were still trembling, Quan Jiuwei clenched the bundle in his hands tightly, and he didn't feel any fear anymore, this big bag could make him feel completely at ease.

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In autumn and winter, I am most afraid of fire. The fire is very large, spreads quickly, and swallows outwards. The people who are still sleeping in the whole street are awakened.

Neighbors rushed to fetch water, and more and more people came to help.

Several families near the fire cried out anxiously, and their emotions collapsed. Those who had already been dragged by the fire didn't want to live anymore, and were pulled tightly by the people around them.

The fire was dazzling, the whole street was illuminated, the wind blowing was hot, and the flames were scorching, as if they were going to burn through the sky.

Zhao Ning was wearing a robe and cloak, and was standing by the side of the street with the help of a maid, watching from afar.

"The fire is so big, I don't know if there are any dead people." The little maid said.

"It shouldn't be able to burn our place." Zhao Ning said.

"Then we can't go back, let's just stand there and wait for the fire to stop before going to sleep." The little maid said.

Another team of patrolling guards came, about 30 people.

Followed by another team, the leader was a young man on horseback, ready to fight the fire, when he passed by, he was stunned for a moment, and then he reined in his horse.

The people on the street looked at the boy. The boy was handsome and handsome, with dark skin and tall.

Zhao Ning frowned slightly, feeling a little familiar, and after a while, it was the young general.

"You guys go first." Song Qingtang said to the people behind him, he got off his horse and walked towards this side.

The little maid noticed his gaze and said softly, "Miss, do you know him?"

Others also looked over.

Zhao Ning walked over, Shi Li said: "General Song Lang, long time no see."

"It's really you!" Song Qingtang was overjoyed, "Why did you come to the capital?"

Zhao Ning smiled and said, "Well, I came here some time ago."

"Do you live here?" Song Qingtang said, looking up at the inn with an open door and magnificent decoration.

"Well, I'll be here for a while."

"Well then," Song Qingtang said, "I'll go fight the fire first, and come to you tomorrow when I'm free."

The people around looked at Zhao Ning curiously, but they didn't expect this lady to know a high-ranking military master in the imperial court.

And from what it means, she is very familiar with her. This military master is coming to find her.

For a while, everyone knew that this lady was Miss Zhao who was so proud and took over the whole street.

She looked very cold from a distance, with a slender neck and a tall and thin figure, but there seemed to be an invisible wall around her, which said that strangers should not come near, and kept others away from it.

But when you get closer, you can still find that she is not so young, her eyes are beautiful, with makeup on, but the corners of her eyes are still old and drooping slightly.

Many people have guessed her age in private, some say 26 seven, some say 31 two, but no one dares to ask, this Miss Zhao is too mysterious, and what everyone noticed is that the little maid beside her Call her "Miss", not Mrs. or something like that.

Such a rich family doesn't look like they can't get married.

"Okay," Zhao Ning said to Song Qingtang, "Song Lang will come to see me at any time tomorrow. If there are no other accidents, I will not leave."

"Well," Song Qingtang smiled, "Then I'm leaving, let's take my leave first."

"Okay." Zhao Ning said, and saluted again.

Song Qingtang left in a hurry, got on his horse and left.

The little maid said in a low voice curiously: "Miss, how did you know the military master in the capital?"

Moreover, this young man looks heroic and handsome, with a particularly handsome appearance.

"The bandits know each other," Zhao Ning replied.

"Oh..." The little maid replied in a low voice.

That's right, I remembered, the eldest lady escaped from the bandits back then.

The first time he came back, the entire Zhao family was shocked, and all the neighbors exploded, and it became an anecdote that was passed on and off in the streets and alleys.

Many people came to Zhao's house to ask questions, all kinds of people, some people's words contained temptation and curiosity, which had reached the point of serious offense, but this young lady didn't have any temper at all, she listened quietly and politely. Answer, no smile, but polite enough.

Moreover, the little maid felt that she could not even be called the eldest lady. After all, she was very old, and she heard that she had a marriage contract with someone. The Mr. Juren who came back with her called her the teacher's wife. with...

"Zaichun." Zhao Ning said.

The little maid looked over: "Huh?"

"Those who cried a lot, did you see that?" Zhao Ning looked at the crowd in front of him.

"I saw it," said the little maid, "The things in their house were burned, that's why they cried, after all, they have nothing."

"Yes," said someone behind, "it's poor."

"It's all burned up, and I don't know where to sleep tomorrow." Another person said.

"Zaichun," Zhao Ning said, "when I was looking for a place to live and a shop yesterday, it seemed that there was a large abandoned garden very close to here."

"Well," the little maid looked at her, "it's very close, just two streets away."

"Buy it," Zhao Ning said, "Let these people live and give them away."

The little maid froze for a moment, then nodded: "Okay..."

The people around were also stunned, blinking their eyes in shock, suspecting that their ears had heard it wrong.

A big garden, a big garden in Kyoto, how much money does it cost.

This, this is the delivery?

"Go and tell them," Zhao Ning said again, "so that they don't have to cry."

"Yes, miss." The little maid replied.

Seeing the little maid walking over there, and everyone looking at the person who was still crying in the distance, they were secretly envious in their hearts.

The house was burned down, but the land is still theirs. Now they can share a yard equally, which is great.

(End of this chapter)