Chapter 60 Fire
The horror at that moment was beyond words; Mu Qi's breathing even stopped for a moment. But despite the turbulent waves that shook his heart, he finally managed to calm himself down, and even managed to pretend to be innocent, pure, and confused:
"I don't know what you're talking about—"
This was the rule that had been established when the system and he had drawn up the contract. The existence of the system and all subsequent history should be kept absolutely secret and not a single bit of it could be leaked to the ancients. Although he didn't know where this old wall lamp of unknown origin got this fatal evidence, no matter what - no matter what, even if he had to deny it until the last moment, he would never give in easily -
But now that things have come to this, how can he deny it?
Mu Qi looked around and saw that there was no one around. He couldn't help but feel a hint of despair in his heart: judging from the current situation, no matter whether this Can Yunzi was "deceiving the emperor" or really did something incredible, he was able to disperse the guards in a short time without any commotion, which undoubtedly meant that he had firmly controlled the situation in the Forbidden Garden. Just from the quick glimpse he had just gotten, there were at least thirty "strong men" and "disciples" sent to this forbidden garden, and all of them were quite strong men. Two fists are no match for four hands. Let alone Mu Qi's fancy moves, even a strong man like Emperor Taizong who could defeat thousands of people could not get over the Five Finger Mountain.
So what should he do? Do you want to imitate Judy's rumored behavior and just lie down and roll around pretending to be crazy?
Facts have proved that acting crazy and stupid also requires good eyesight. Mu Qi hesitated for only a moment, and he had already missed the opportunity to lie down on the spot, howling loudly and stuffing mud into his mouth to pretend to be dead. However, Can Yunzi just smiled slightly, but turned his head to look at Princess Sishan who was still in a panic:
"Looking at the princess's expression, she should recognize this book."
Princess Sishan didn't say anything, but her expression made it clear.
A secret that has been spread can no longer be considered a secret, and any further tantrum will only add to the laughter. Mu Qi's face turned wooden.
"Your ability is truly remarkable... Where did you get this thing from?"
He didn't expect the old wall lamp to answer him, so he tried to answer it perfunctorily while trying his best to recall all the omissions he had made since he traveled through time, but no matter how much he thought about it, he still couldn't get to the point. And Can Yunzi's smile deepened. In a kind of irrepressible joy, his old face with ravines and wrinkles gradually stretched out, like an enchanting chrysanthemum:
"Of course it is a gift from heaven. I worked hard to study and finally got this divine item by chance..."
At this point, he finally couldn't bear it anymore - according to Can Yunzi's original plan, he was to continue to maintain the image of a master that he had disguised for a long time in front of the precious prey he had worked so hard to lure, until the overall situation was settled and he had completely completed the last step of his difficult plan; but the facts proved that after long-term patience and incredible pain, it was no longer possible for him to refuse this last opportunity to talk before the showdown. Only by giving free rein to the pleasure and desire that he had been waiting for for a long time in his heart, all his efforts so far would finally be worthwhile.
Then, Shen Yunzi spoke again, pouring out his long-suppressed desire:
"This is the sacred book I obtained ten years ago. After studying it for several years, I finally gained some understanding of it. Now I dare to present it to the immortal."
When he said the last sentence, there was already a hint of excitement in Can Yunzi's tone. He stared intently at the Prince of Duke Mu, expecting to see a hint of unexpected fear and confusion on the face of this noble exiled immortal. The immortal who was originally high and mighty finally fell into the schemes of mortals and was at the mercy of them. This secret and strange hobby always aroused the evil desires rooted in the human heart. At this moment, only such unspeakable vicious desires could slightly fill the thirst that Can Yunzi had been waiting for for too long.
He had paid too much for this moment, and ordinary pleasure could no longer satisfy his thirsty heart. You have to play it a little weird.
The prince was quite cooperative and looked confused, but his expression was quite strange and difficult to understand.
"'Immortal'?" he murmured. "Ten years?"
Not to mention that the names of "immortal" and "divine book" are purely incomprehensible, even the time limit of "ten years" is really irrelevant to Mu Qi, a new time traveler - ten years ago, he was still leisurely making Judy's secondary creation videos in the modern world!
...Moreover, if you look more closely, the pattern and font of the "Heartfelt Diary" in Can Yunzi's hand are completely different from those of his work diary, and the numbers on the cover are also completely inconsistent. The numbers and system tasks should correspond one to one. Different numbers mean that this is a completely different task that should be performed by another group of time travelers, and it will definitely have nothing to do with Mu Qi.
Of course, this is not surprising. The late Da'an period is regarded as a crucial turning point in the progress of Chinese civilization, a point where a single move affects the entire body; in order to save the world from the tide of history, the system must have carried out a saturation rescue. Mu Qi could not and should not be the only time traveler. In the past that he has already arrived at and the future that he has not yet arrived at, there should be all kinds of people who have tried to promote change in various ways. It was only because all efforts failed that the system was forced to lose face and coax and deceive the ignorant Mu Qi into such an incredible situation.
So, if there really was a predecessor who accidentally left something behind, and the ancients picked it up and made good use of it, it is actually possible -
——It’s possible! Isn't the system as promised, that no information will be released at will unless the person operates it personally? Where the hell did this non-recyclable garbage come from?
Mu Qi, whose face was covered in blood after being tricked by the damn system, was dumbfounded. After a moment of silence, he could only reluctantly speak:
"Your Excellency's ability to study this book thoroughly is quite remarkable."
It is indeed a great skill. The system's functional design has never taken ease of use and simplicity into consideration. Even modern people find it very difficult to use. Being able to spend several years trudging through a mountain of codes, and even to find out the details that even Mu Qi might not know, this kind of patience and perseverance are truly admirable and hard to criticize.
"I don't deserve the praise from the immortal." Can Yunzi said, "In fact, after I got this divine book, I was puzzled. It took me a long time to learn the various immortal arts recorded in it, and I got the title of immortal master in the palace. King Yin is as stupid as a pig. He only read a few tricks in the heavenly book and regarded me as a god. He obeyed me in everything. However, the power of a mere palace is not enough. I have sent people to search for the immortal many times, but I have never found the key..."
Can Yunzi had obviously been holding these words in for a long time, to the point of being almost abnormal; now that he was pouring them out, he felt so refreshed and relieved that it was indescribable. After explaining everything in detail, he flipped through the heavenly book and showed Mu Qi and Princess Sishan the pages with highlighted details. Although it is unknown who the predecessor who wrote this diary is, the records are obviously very detailed. Just by taking a quick look, one can get a glimpse of many traditional agricultural and industrial techniques, as well as simple sketches of the process.
"Seeing that the time was almost up, I was originally discouraged and no longer had any extravagant hopes. I only hoped to do my best to handle the last major event and barely try to gain this one in ten thousand chance. But I didn't expect that I would encounter such a great fortune when I came to the capital this time! - To be honest, before General Zhu Chongzhuo sent me the book "Mortal Cultivation of Immortality", I really didn't expect that the immortal trace I had been searching for for a long time would actually be right next to the emperor!"
At this point, Can Yunzi was so overjoyed that he burst into laughter, his voice hoarse and cracked, like the cry of a night owl. The surprise of this trip to Beijing was too great. Even if he tried to hold back, he still felt like he was floating in the air, his blood was surging uncontrollably, and his heart was pounding in his ears. Perhaps to barely maintain his persona and calm his boiling mood, he forced himself to turn his gaze and glanced at Princess Sishan, who was full of panic:
"But there are too many surprises in the capital. In addition to the immortal, I actually found a second person holding the Heavenly Book. To be honest, I had guessed that there should be a person with the second divine book in the palace, but I didn't expect it to be this princess! There is always a loophole in a hundred plans, and it's usually like this. Fortunately, it didn't ruin my overall situation, which is also lucky."
After entering the palace, Chan Yunzi repeated his old tricks and revealed to the emperor some of the wonderful "magical powers" he had learned from the heavenly book. But after seeing these moves that were beyond the reach of ordinary people, the emperor's reaction was very strange. It was neither shock nor fear, but rather like shock and delight after confirming a certain conjecture. At that time, Can Yunzi began to have doubts in his heart, and had been secretly looking for any unusual circumstances around the emperor that might interfere with his overall situation. However, he had planned everything, even taking into account the eunuchs and maids around the emperor, but he actually subconsciously ignored this princess whose presence was so thin that it was almost zero - if he had not discovered it early and intercepted it in time, once Princess Sishan really took the risk of sending the message out, I'm afraid the trace of the immortal would not be so easy to get!
Can Yunzi's pair of old glasses shone brightly as he looked Princess Sishan up and down, as if he was trying to find the whereabouts of the second heavenly book on her. The princess turned pale, stepped back slightly, and was speechless for a moment - even though she had mustered up the courage to escape from the palace to report the fatal news, the long run had exhausted her remaining strength; now fear and fatigue swept over her, and the princess, who had lived in the deep palace for a long time, could hardly hold on any longer.
Seeing this astonishing privacy coming in waves, Mu Qi's head was buzzing and his mind almost went blank for a moment. But now he really didn't have the time to care about the two or three things that had to be said between the princess and the diary, so he could only change the subject immediately:
"You keep talking about 'big things' and 'the overall situation'. What big things are you going to do?"
"Why do you ask when you already know the answer? What I want to do is, of course, the important task entrusted by the divine book! Has the immortal never thought about such a thing?"
Mu Qi was silent for a moment, thinking that discussing how to deal with her father in front of the princess was too exciting; but at this point, he couldn't pretend to be a loyal minister, so he could only say with a wooden face:
"Your chances of winning are slim, basically zero."
No matter how weird, unkind, or self-indulgent Lao Deng was, he was an absolutely qualified emperor, a shrewd and powerful dictator. With Da'an's physical condition, as long as the emperor's mind was still normal, it would be almost impossible for any external force to shake his power - what would happen if the guards were transferred away by trickery? So what if we temporarily control the Forbidden Garden? Can Prince Yin, with that old face that has never appeared in the capital, command the cabinet, the six ministries, and the imperial guards?
Instead of being loyal to Old Deng, who occasionally behaves like a human being, everyone is loyal to you, whose moral level cannot even be classified as the birth of Homo sapiens, right? Everything is afraid of comparison. As long as it is in front of Prince Yin’s Mansion, True Lord Fei Xuan is definitely worthy of being called a holy monarch and a benevolent ruler, supported by thousands of people!
...You want to completely control the court and even change the imperial power by relying on a little negligence in defense. Do you really think this is a strange little country in Africa? King Yin does have the demeanor of many benevolent African monarchs, but you may have underestimated the power structure of feudal society!
Logically speaking, if the predecessors had given a few words of advice in their Heartfelt Diary, this situation of clear minds as clear as water would not have occurred. Mu Qi looked around, even feeling a little confused.
"Of course it's impossible under normal circumstances. After all, you have to be searched repeatedly before the emperor, and it's impossible to break through the defense line. But I finally found a trick from the heavenly book." Can Yunzi smiled, enjoying the pleasure of explaining and calculating from a high position: "I have worked hard for several years and finally dug out the 'petroleum' recorded in the divine book in Nanyang. After repeated experiments, I refined the so-called 'high calorific value paste'; these pastes are usually difficult to ignite and need to be mixed with some 'strong oxides'. But once enough 'strong oxides' are mixed in, they will ignite a flame that can never be extinguished..."
At this point, Can Yunzi brushed his sleeves, feeling extremely proud, proud of the brilliant plan he had thought of for a long time - no weapons were allowed to be carried in front of the emperor, and the emperor was always protected by masters of the Eastern Depot's Embroidered Uniform Guard. Let alone a dozen unarmed men, even thirty or fifty might not be able to succeed. So Can Yunzi racked his brains, submerged the ointment in water, and transported it into the palace in the name of medicine. The eunuchs in the palace would of course check for flammable objects, but even if they were given a thousand heads, they would not be able to guess that even if sunk to the bottom of the water, these secret ointments made with immortal magic would still burn fiercely and devour everything.
This is probably the great pleasure of using advanced technology to achieve dimensionality reduction. Although Chan Yunzi might not be able to comprehend this, he still felt a kind of ecstasy.
But Prince Mu gradually revealed an expression of bewilderment and complete incomprehension.
"...No." The prince was stunned for a long time, and finally murmured: "Aren't you just setting fire? Even if you really set a fire in the palace and burned Master Feixuan to death, would the officials be convinced? Have you never thought about the future?"
——The part about burning the emperor to death is indeed well designed, but what happens after burning the emperor to death?
Hearing this murmured question, Can Yunzi's smiling face froze slightly. He looked at Mu Qi carefully with a very strange expression.
Mu Qi: …………
"...wait a minute." The prince said, "The 'big event' you mentioned should refer to the palace coup and the change of imperial power, right?"
The enthusiastic Can Yunzi was silent for a moment, and then spoke again:
"What coup?"
...Well, at this point, the two people confronting each other finally realized that they might have had some subtle misunderstandings on some key issues. Perhaps realizing that if he continued to do so, the confrontation with the Riddler would be endless, San Yunzi decided to speak frankly:
"I don't care about worldly power. I brought thirty-six fellow Taoists here today just to burn my remaining body with a blazing fire and complete the task assigned by the divine book."
Mu Qi: ...He was certain that the "raging fire" and so on was definitely a big pit dug by his predecessors for himself. Now he didn't know which cause and effect he had got wrong, leading to such a situation.
"And then what?!"
Just set a fire and then leave it alone, right? When the prince asked this extremely surprised question, it was not because he really had any problem, but because he felt that the old man in front of him might have some problem in his mind!
"Then the big thing will be over." Can Yunzi said solemnly: "According to the divine book, according to the immortal who delivered the divine book, once the current emperor dies, there will be a 'major historical disturbance'. A certain 'system' will open the door to ascension and 'pop' me and my fellow believers into the immortal world to enjoy peace and happiness forever..."
Mu Qi...Mu Qi was almost speechless.
Well, he admitted that burning Master Fei Xuan into charcoal would indeed bring immeasurable fluctuations to history, and even the system would not be able to bear it and would directly bounce the person back to the modern world for further processing. But this is clearly an unimaginably serious accident of responsibility. How can it be considered "peaceful and happy"? !
Something is wrong. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong! What kind of weird settings are in this person's mind?
The Prince of Mu, who had always been crazy and creative, felt an unimaginable sense of loss and fear. Facts have proved that the madman cultivated by the acquired environment is ultimately inferior to the madman who is born crazy in his own imagination; there are always people who are better than you, at least at this moment, Mu Qi racked his brains for a long time and had to try to reason:
"Your understanding is completely wrong. That is not 'Fairyland' at all..."
It’s good enough that the system doesn’t make you stay in a small dark room to reflect after being ejected from the mission world, but what about the ‘fairyland’?
Facing the "immortal's" personal denial, Can Yunzi simply smiled faintly:
"That's exactly what the immortal who taught me the divine book said. The immortal repeatedly told me that the fate of being 'ejected' would be confinement for reflection. But I clearly heard the immortal mutter to himself that the confinement cell also had 'air conditioning', which was cool in the summer and warm in the winter; that there was meat for every meal in the cell, and that you could change the dishes by paying; that you could take a hot bath and change clothes every day in the cell; and that there would be someone to treat you if you got sick - may I ask, my lord, is this true?"
Every word is remembered so clearly, it seems that it is engraved in my mind and can never be forgotten. Mu Qi could only nod stiffly and couldn't deny it. Of course, this cannot be denied. According to the humanitarian norms established by the system, these are basic conditions and there is no room for compromise.
"Being able to eat, wear clothes, take a shower with hot water, spend the summer and winter comfortably, and be safe forever - in the eyes of the immortals, isn't this a fairyland?!" Can Yunzi said coldly, "I have been in the White Lotus Sect for a few years, and in the Ming Sect for a few years, but even the 'True Vacuum Hometown' and 'Equality Country' promised in their doctrines don't dare to say that everyone can eat meat and everyone can change clothes at will! If this is not a fairyland, then what is a fairyland? - Of course, you immortals are high above, and you are used to enjoying your daily life, so you won't take this for granted!"
No one knew the great temptation that a safe place where they could always have enough food and clothing could bring to refugees who had suffered from famine. In the face of such unshakable stability and security, even the illusory splendor and wealth of Prince Yin's Mansion is not worth mentioning.
At this point, even at this moment of great joy when his plan had succeeded, a great anger surged in Can Yunzi's heart, and even his tone was a little out of control - it was the jealousy of an unfortunate person towards a lucky person, it was the most instinctive resentment of human nature; ten years ago, he saw with his own eyes the immortals coming to the world, and witnessed with his own eyes the immortals' pampered, exquisite and extravagant ways to the point of being unimaginable, at that time the spark of jealousy and envy had already been lurking in his heart, until after more than a decade of hardships, it finally erupted, spreading and burning, unstoppable!
He will finally be free! He is finally going to succeed! He was finally going to escape from the countless famines, disasters, and illnesses he had endured in his life, and ascend to a wonderful fairyland where he would be well-fed and well-clothed, and live in perfection!
This is the long-cherished wish that Can Yunzi has been pursuing for more than ten years, and it is also Can Yunzi's ultimate ideal to win over the followers and organize manpower. Now that his long-cherished wish is about to come true, he will never allow anyone to tarnish this sacred and glorious moment. The great and lofty palace - the fairyland promised by the immortals has been brewing, pondering and painting in his heart for ten years. Now it is so glorious that it is no less glorious than any heaven. How can such a magnificent paradise be despised by others!
As if frightened by these sharp words, the prince was speechless for a moment. He was silent for a while, and finally sighed:
"I wonder what the 'immortal' who gave you the sacred book said?"
Perhaps eager to refute the arrogance of the immortals, Canyunzi spoke decisively:
"The first time I met an immortal was when Henan was hit by a severe drought ten years ago. At that time, it hadn't rained for more than half a year, and even the Yellow River outside the city had dried up. The government's relief was just a drop in the bucket. I had no choice but to carry my belongings and flee with the villagers. After walking for dozens of miles, I couldn't walk anymore. At this time, a brilliant light shone from the sky, and an immortal in strange clothes descended."
The corners of the prince's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything.
"The immortal was tall and dignified, but very kind. He used his magic to save several children who were about to starve to death, and taught us how to identify weeds, dig out field mice, prevent diseases, and find water sources. He also told us some strange words every day, which are difficult to understand even now..."
Having said this, Can Yunzi couldn't help but pause. Even though he felt great jealousy and even a vague resentment towards these pampered and well-off immortals, he could not help but acknowledge the immortals' good intentions. During the dozens of days that he followed the immortal, he often served him by virtue of his eloquence and proper manners. As a result, he inadvertently learned many mysterious and profound secrets, and even truly believed in the immortal's promises at one point. but……
"The immortal once promised us that he would build a world where everyone can keep warm." Can Yunzi said indifferently, "Unfortunately, the drought lasted too long. The immortal took us south, and we saw more and more things along the way. He became more and more silent, and even thinner. We were all very worried about the immortal, so we secretly prepared some minced meat for him. But when the immortal found out, he suddenly burst into tears, as if he was cursed. That night, the immortal died and ascended to heaven, leaving only this sacred book..."
Mu Qi:? ! ! ! !
——What kind of minced meat can make people burst into tears and have a complete mental breakdown after eating it? Why would that senior rather abandon the mission and force his way back in such a violent way as death?
No wonder the predecessor left behind such a deadly manual - at the point of mental breakdown and near madness, who would care about the rules of the system? !
It is really irresponsible to abandon the mission and the refugees and just walk away. But considering the almost horrific experience that this unfortunate fellow had, it seems difficult to make any excessive accusations - however, a manual filled with future secrets and technical briefs actually fell into the hands of a group of refugees who were also tortured to near madness by famine, so the subsequent results are not difficult to guess.
Mu Qi could only take a long breath and try his best:
"The immortal who gave you the divine book should have made it clear that the so-called 'fairyland' was also built by human power..."
You can even lead the refugees to rebel and develop productivity! How did it end up taking such a magical path?
This sentence was said with sincerity and heart, but Can Yunzi just sneered. He was too lazy to argue with this immortal who didn't understand worldly affairs about whether it was man-made or not, so he just asked:
"Then may I ask, how long will it take to build such a wonderland?"
Mu Qi was immediately speechless. He couldn't tell the other party that just to lay the foundation for what he called "construction", it would consume tens of millions of lives, hundreds of years of time, and the life's work of the most outstanding people in the entire civilization, right?
...Oh, by the way, even if we consume so many precious things, we may not be able to build this foundation. No one knows whether historical opportunities will favor a nation for a long time.
As if he could see the immortal's embarrassment and helplessness at a glance, the sneer on Can Yunzi's face deepened. He straightened his sleeves and pointed toward the sky. His intention was obvious - instead of working hard and sacrificing for an unattainable cause, he might as well ascend directly to enjoy the new world that had already been built. It doesn’t matter whether the fairyland is man-made or not; what matters most is whether he can enjoy it.
——To put it simply, Daoye is going to be lucky!
The Taoist who was about to go to the kingdom of God put the precious divine book in his arms and took a look at the real-time time on it - judging from the time, his loyal believers were almost ready. Although I still want to talk about my past that has been suppressing me for a long time, it is not worth wasting time on it.
He spoke slowly:
"...Then please get going, both of you."
Mu Qi frowned subconsciously: "What are you going to do?"
"Ascension is a secret after all. I don't want outsiders to come here and disturb our tranquility in the fairyland." Canyunzi said truthfully: "Things have come to this point. I can only apologize to you two. Please don't struggle, otherwise it will be painful."
He clapped his hands, and the young eunuch who had led the prince here slowly walked over and took out a donkey-skin bag from his sleeve, with black oil stains still on the surface.
This is obviously the high-burning value ointment that Shen Yunzi has worked hard to refine. After mixing with oxidizers such as potassium nitrate, its power is doubled. Just a little bit of it can burn into a fire stick. Can Yunzi's subordinates had already undergone secret training and regarded being burned by flames as a necessary test for ascending to heaven, so they had no fear at all. If one person is not afraid of death, a hundred people will be afraid. Not to mention the fancy moves of the Prince of Duke Mu, even if the Jinyiwei came, they would not be able to stop this raging fire today.
Princess Sishan's face turned pale and she could only stand there, holding on to the branch tightly. The prince looked at the ointment for a moment and shook his head:
"Your Excellency, do you really want to use other people's lives as a stepping stone to ascend to heaven?"
"Why bother talking to me, Immortal? I have already found out that you cannot use magic in the mortal world!"
"I don't know any magic to begin with." The prince said, "But I still want to say thank you."
Can Yunzi asked coldly: "Is the Immortal frightened to the point of madness?"
"I have always been like this, and I don't need anyone to scare me." The prince said calmly, "Of course, I will always thank you. Thank you for helping me prove a point that I have never understood - it turns out that only technology and tools are useless after all!"
After saying that, he took out a small bamboo tube from his waist, aimed it and pressed it lightly - no weapons were allowed in front of the emperor, not even wooden mechanisms were allowed; but installed in the bamboo tube was a small electric motor, with three wooden spikes coated with □□ and arrow poison wood juice placed inside, which could be activated at will.
——Isn’t it just a dimensionality reduction attack? Who doesn’t know that? !
Perhaps the divine book had not yet mentioned plant toxins. After a whistling sound of wind, the two well-prepared Run people only had time to take a look at the wooden thorns that pierced their clothes, and then their eyes rolled back and they fainted on the ground.
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Mu Qi put down the bamboo tube, glanced casually at the two unconscious people, and shook his head unconsciously - to be honest, these three stingers have been placed for such a long time, it is difficult to say how effective they are. But it seems inconvenient to finish off the enemy with bare hands. Besides, Canyunzi's plan seems to have worked.
Mu Qi glanced at the dazzling flames that suddenly rose in the distance and let out a long breath through his nose.
"Please go to a safe place for the time being, Princess. I still need to go to the fire scene to take a look." He politely advised Princess Sishan: "When the king and father are in trouble, how can a loyal minister and a filial son not step forward?"
Hearing this, Princess Sishan's face turned slightly green - to be honest, after the verbal battle just now, she really didn't see how this "prince" was loyal or filial to his own father. But what is there to argue about now? She quickly agreed.
When she was about to leave, Princess Sishan finally remembered the important matter. She looked around and whispered:
"Sir, I know nothing about what happened today!"
Having said this, the princess lifted her skirts and walked quickly down the path.
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Can Yunzi's masterpiece was indeed powerful. When Mu Qi rushed to the front of Wuyi Palace, this huge palace was already engulfed in flames; and the situation was already in chaos, with shouting, exclamations, and hoarse orders everywhere. Although people came from all directions to put out the fire, the speed at which the fire spread was beyond everyone's imagination - within a quarter of an hour after the fire started, most of the palace was turned into a sea of fire!
Seeing that half the sky had been lit up by the red light, Mu Qi panted and pushed aside the noisy crowd, pulled over Eunuch Huang who was standing in front and shouted:
"Why aren't you putting out the fire? Where's the Emperor?"
Eunuch Huang was sweating profusely and couldn't help crying:
"The Emperor is still inside! No one can get in!"
Are you kidding me about the high calorific value ointment? Once this thing is ignited, the temperature reaches nearly a thousand degrees, and pouring water on it will be useless. The palace gate has now been blocked by flames, and rushing in will only lead to death!
Thinking of this, Eunuch Huang felt hatred and fear, and his cries became louder and louder, and he could hardly speak - the life and death of the eunuchs depended on the imperial power, and once Master Feixuan passed away, they would be buried with him.
Mu Qi wanted to ask about the situation at the fire scene, but the more he asked, the more the eunuch cried, as if he was heartbroken and unable to struggle. The flames were still spreading rapidly. He couldn't wait any longer, so he grabbed the basin of cold water brought by the eunuch beside him and poured it directly on Eunuch Huang's head:
"Cry, cry, cry! You will cry when the emperor dies! Is there any way to escape from the palace?"
Eunuch Huang was so drunk that his eyes went straight and he answered subconsciously:
"No, there's nothing we can do! We sent people to check, and they were all sealed by fire—"
Obviously, Can Yunzi was no pushover during the few dozen days he went in and out of the Forbidden Garden. He surveyed the terrain and monitored his close ministers, and the plan he developed to roast the pig in a cage was indeed flawless. Even if Master Fei Xuan grew wings, he would not be able to escape his plan today.
To be honest, Mu Qi was not very fond of Zhenjun, and had no interest in risking his life to save him. But given the current situation, it is obviously not suitable for a major political change, so we have to make as much money as we can. He looked around and said decisively:
"Only the main palace and the side halls on the west were burned in the palace. The side halls on the east are still intact. The emperor must be inside!"
Eunuch Huang was surprised and asked, "How did you know?"
"Because if the emperor wasn't in the East Side Hall, he would have been cooked to medium rare by now!" Mu Qi said coldly, "Why, do you really want the emperor to be cooked to medium rare?"
Eunuch Huang: …………
Even in the midst of great fear and shock, Eunuch Huang still felt an incredible sense of confusion and bewilderment:
Shit, this is extremely disrespectful, right? !
Unfortunately, no one cares about this disrespect now. The prince turned around and dragged over a Jinyiwei commander who was running around screaming, and gave a stern order:
"Find me a group of people right now! We must open the escape passage in the East Side Hall!"
The commander was stunned for a moment: "How do we open it? There is fire everywhere. It's useless even if we send people to die--"
"Did I tell you to go and die?" The prince was furious. "Still wasting time here! Bring me those iron rods in the northwest corner of the forbidden garden. The one marked with Feixuan Zhenjun No. 2 is it!"
The dull and sluggish eunuch Huang finally reacted and could hardly believe his ears:
"Wait, are you going to—"
Mu Qi no longer paid any attention to the cries of these weaklings. He turned around and looked at the sea of fire. Then he raised his right arm high, raised a thumb, and quickly estimated the distance.
"Very good!" He said decisively, "As soon as the stuff arrives, we'll start right away!"
"—Fire at the Imperial Palace! Fire at Wuyi Palace! Fire at Master Feixuan!"
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