Chapter 162 Ignore

When Fuda hurried back, Qinyun Building was already engulfed in flames, covering the entire building and the ground. It was beyond human efforts to put out the flames…

He saw his boss standing blankly at the gate. His clothes were soaked, but the fire had burned the edges of his clothes, making them curled up. Half of his black hair was burnt by the fire, making it uneven in length, as if it had been gnawed by a dog. His face was pitch black, and he looked ferocious, fragile, and broken.

"Boss..."

Chen Shiyi turned around and saw Fu Da, his eyes dim.

Her hands trembled as she tugged at the corner of Fu Da's clothes.

"Help me find Jingran, he's still inside..."

He raised the sword, tapped the ground with his toes, and flew like an autumn swallow to the remaining walls of Qinyun Building. He swayed a few times, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

After a while, he rushed out of the sea of ​​fire carrying a person, stepped quickly on the roof a few times, and floated in front of Chen Shiyi as light as a swallow.

When Chen Shiyi looked at the intact Jing Ran in front of him, tears streamed down his face.

"It's all right, it's all right..."

Jingran took out a box from his arms.

"Boss, the capital can no longer be saved. It was all destroyed. Now this is all that is left."

Chen Shiyi took the box, tears streaming down his face.

"Thank you, thank you, Jingran..."

She turned around and looked at the fire behind her, which was swallowing up her hard work inch by inch, swallowing up her desire to earn more money to support herself, and swallowing up the family she had worked so hard to build...

The flames were brilliant, just like the fireworks during the Mid-Autumn Festival in Ping'an Town. Several years of splendor were razed to the ground in just one night. Just like the fireworks, they bloomed so beautifully, but in the end, disappeared forever from the world.

She knelt on her knees in front of the vast sea of ​​fire. The bluestone steps were cold and hard.

His thin and small body was like a drop in the ocean in front of the vast fire.

No more…

All gone...

Bailing, Jingran, Li Yunzhou and Mu Yan who were behind him all knelt down.

The plaque of Qinyun Building was burned black and fell to the ground from the sky like a meteor, with flames.

Torn into pieces!

I don’t know if it was because the fire was so big that it made the sky cry, or if it was May and it was supposed to rain.

The rain was drizzling, not pleasant enough, not crazy enough, but long and continuous.

Chen Shiyi stretched out his hand and caught the tiny raindrops. The water droplets were too small and were soon dried up by the fire.

What good is this rain when it comes too late?

Why did God give her such a rain?

She stood up slowly.

"Let's go!"

Let's go. She had nothing when she came, so she should leave everything behind when she leaves.

Qinyun Building is an independent shop. Fortunately, no one else was affected.

The nearby clinic was packed with people from Qinyun Building.

Many people have been burned by fire to varying degrees.

Jing Ran was the most seriously injured, with both arms burned and another wound on his back.

When Chen Shiyi heard what the doctor said, he covered his mouth and cried.

Bailing lifted up Chen Shiyi's clothes.

Her arms and hands were also burned. Her back was probably hit by something and was red and swollen. Only half of her hair was burned.

Upon hearing the news, Bo Yuan returned from the distant clinic while sick. Seeing Chen Shiyi's dazed look, he felt very guilty.

He knelt down towards Chen Shiyi.

"Boss, this is all Boyuan's fault. If it weren't for Boyuan, Yinhe Tower wouldn't have been set on fire, and Qinyun Tower wouldn't have suffered this disaster."

Chen Shiyi frowned slightly.

"How do you know the fire was started in the drinking house?"

Fu Da on the side said.

"He identified the smell as kerosene."

Chen Shiyi thought about it.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple..."

Bo Yuan wanted to explain, but he looked up and saw Chen Shiyi with his head down, discussing something with Fu Da.

The fire in Qinyun Building burned all night and finally went out in the morning light.

The whole Yanzhou knew that the magnificent Qinyun Tower was burned down overnight.

So many people passed by the pile of ashes and the smoking burning place, and they couldn't help but sigh.

After all, it was just a pipe dream!

Such a sensation naturally spread to Kyoto. When Qingsong received the news, he ran into Lingyun Pavilion without even putting on his clothes.

"Master Hou, something happened. Qinyun Tower was burned down."

Wen Zhiheng was practicing sword in the yard. When he heard Qingsong's words, he immediately stopped what he was doing and asked hurriedly.

"Is she injured?"

The pine tree shook its head.

“No worries about life.”

After hearing this, Wen Zhiheng's nervous mood eased a bit, and he started practicing sword again.

Qingsong was very confused.

"My Lord, why don't you go see the girl at this time?"

"I don't want to go."

Qingsong was very anxious.

"My Lord, the girl needs comfort right now. The man beside her has already left. You have to take advantage of the opportunity to win her back..."

The sword in Wen Zhiheng's hand stopped.

"Qingsong, do you know that she fell in love with someone else a long time ago?"

Qingsong sighed.

"Girl, she never said she liked you, so it's not surprising that she liked someone else."

Wen Zhiheng's eyebrows and eyes were sharp.

"Qingsong, who are you?"

Qingsong hurriedly said respectfully.

"I am your subordinate. Think about it. The girl hasn't mentioned marriage yet. After so many years, it may not be possible."

Wen Zhiheng looked gloomy.

"But she shot arrows at me because of that man."

Qingsong was silent for a while.

"The young lady did go a little too far. Everyone in the mansion knows how much the Marquis loves her. But Marquis, you must have the young lady. The mansion is so lonely. It's time to have a mistress..."

Wen Zhiheng said quietly.

"Qingsong, she has never been nice to me since we were together. She only smiled at me a few times when I just returned to Kyoto, but I forced her to do that at the risk of my life. Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing or not."

Qingsong felt the same way.

"My Lord, don't make wild guesses by yourself. Spend more time with the girl and pay more attention to her. Girls don't ask for much. As long as you treat her well, she doesn't care whether she is rich or poor."

Wen Zhiheng was very sad. His heart was still aching from the arrow shot by Chen Shiyi that day.

"Qinyunlou burned down, and Yuming Villa in Kyoto also closed down. If she still wants to make a living in Kyoto, she will naturally come to me."

Qingsong urged.

"Oh, Lord Hou, you have bowed your head so many times. If you let go of the past and bow your head again, maybe it will work."

Wen Zhiheng shook his head.

"For her, I seized power from my father, divorced Mo Xunyan for her, and made her feel at ease. For so many years, I didn't dare to see her. I was so humbled, but she hurt me so much, and I still went to see her with a licking face. I really can't do it..."

Qingsong stopped trying to persuade him.

"Then I won't go..."