"Carry me over there," Gu Xinglang couldn't see clearly what happened to Yu Xiaoxiao from behind, but he saw his wife holding a dagger in her hand, and Xiao Wei yelling at the young yamen runner to shut up. Young Master Gu was so anxious that he said to the yamen runners around him.
A clerk from the Dali Temple was holding an umbrella for Gu Xinglang, focusing on his injured ankles. The clerk looked back at the waterlogged ground and whispered to Gu Xinglang, "My Lord, we don't know where the bugs are now, you'd better wait for the princess here."
"You," Gu Xinglang wanted to get angry, but he also knew that he had no reason to get angry at this clerk. If you want to see your wife, why should you let others take risks to accompany you? The Gu family's family education has always been that everyone should take responsibility for their own actions and not drag others down.
At this time, Yu Xiaoxiao tried to pick out the nematodes from the young yamen runner's face with a dagger.
Xiao Wei held the young yamen runner's body tightly, fearing that the young yamen runner would struggle in pain and hurt himself.
Yu Xiaoxiao cut off most of the nematode's body and threw it into the dying fire under the heavy rain.
Xiao Wei frowned. He saw the small piece of insect drill into the flesh of the young yamen runner and disappeared in an instant.
Yu Xiaoxiao cursed and quickly dug out the piece of flesh from the young yamen runner's face.
This time the young yamen runner screamed in pain.
Yu Xiaoxiao shook off the blood on her hands, and the blood splashed onto the wet ground. Soon, living nematodes began to crawl there.
"Squat down," Yu Xiaoxiao pushed the young yamen runner to the ground. Her height was also a sad thing.
Yu Xiaoxiao forced the young yamen runner to squat down, the blood on his face flowed down his chin to his body, and the runner's black clothes exuded a strong smell of blood.
Xiao Wei looked at the insects that were coming towards them as if to surround them, and said anxiously, "Princess, the insects are coming!"
"Close your eyes," Yu Xiaoxiao said to the little yamen runner.
The young yamen runner was feeling pain and fear at the same time. He was numb, but he still kept his eyes open and looked at Yu Xiaoxiao.
Yu Xiaoxiao raised her hand and closed the eyes of the young yamen runner.
Xiao Wei urged, "Princess, we have to go!"
"Wait a moment," Yu Xiao said, taking a breath with difficulty, and electricity rushed out from the fingertips of his fingers pressing on the young yamen runner's face.
The severe pain made the young yamen runner scream and then pass out.
Yu Xiaoxiao tore a piece of cloth from her clothes and wrapped the little yamen runner's face that was bitten by insects and burned. She said to Xiao Wei, "Take him away."
Yu Xiaoxiao's movements were so quick that Xiao Wei didn't see clearly what his princess did. After hearing what Yu Xiaoxiao said, he quickly picked up the little yamen runner and asked Yu Xiaoxiao, "Is he okay?"
Yu Xiaoxiao squatted on the ground, patted her dizzy head, and said, "The insect is dead, but it hasn't laid eggs yet, so it won't die."
Still laying eggs? The little health student shuddered.
Yu Xiaoxiao stood up and said to Xiao Wei, "Don't let his face get wet in the rain again." The little yamen runner would not die, but his face was ruined. Yu Xiaoxiao shook her head unwillingly. This was another person who fell in front of her.
Xiao Wei had always been very fierce towards the young yamen runner, but after hearing what Yu Xiaoxiao said, Xiao Wei changed the direction of the young yamen runner and held him so that his face was against his chest.
At this time, Xiao Wei came running over with a few yamen runners carrying kerosene.
Yu Xiaoxiao and Xiao Wei walked back to Gu Xinglang.
Gu Xinglang said to Xiao Wei: "Pour the kerosene and light it."
An official from the Dali Temple said, "Son-in-law, if this happens, the entire Dali Temple will be burned down." This kerosene was not allocated to them by the Ministry of Justice, but was distributed by the Ministry of War. It was kerosene used for sieges. If this kind of kerosene caught fire, what would happen?
"Bring all the prisoners out," Gu Xinglang said, "This place must be burned down."
The official from the Dali Temple stood there hesitating. Could they afford to burn down the Dali Temple?
"Go!" Gu Xinglang glanced at the official coldly. At this time, this person still wanted to calculate gains and losses? "I will take responsibility for this matter alone. It has nothing to do with you gentlemen."
The official bowed to Gu Xinglang and ran away with his men.
"Xiao Zhuang," Gu Xinglang called Xiao Zhuang.
Xiaozhuang shouted to the several yamen runners following him: "Listen to the Prince Consort."
Kerosene was poured on the ground, where water accumulated. Oil is lighter than water, and a thick layer of kerosene floated on the rain.
A yamen runner carried Gu Xinglang on his back, Xiao Wei carried the young yamen runner on his back, and the two men retreated first.
Xiaozhuang threw the torch in his hand away.
The open flame came into contact with the extremely flammable kerosene, and a big fire broke out with a "bang". This time, no matter how heavy the rain was, it could not put out the fire.
"Princess, let's go!" Xiaozhuang pulled Yu Xiaoxiao and ran back.
Yu Xiaoxiao turned her back and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground. Her mouth was now full of the smell of blood.
In the prison, the bailiffs and jailers had no time to tie up the prisoners and could only rush them out in a hurry.
The prisoners had no idea what was happening outside, and many of them thought they were being dragged out and executed. Suddenly, the prison was filled with cries and shouts.
"Don't go to the death row," an official shouted when he saw several yamen runners rushing to the death row. He was going to be executed anyway, so why bother saving him?
A jailer whispered to the official, "Master Chen, Mr. Zhao is still on death row, what do you think?"
The official remembered that there was such a big Buddha in the death row. "Take him out," the official ordered. Even if Zhao Qiu Ming's son was locked up in the death row, who dared to say that Zhao Beicheng would never be able to turn over a new leaf until he was executed?
The two jailers ran towards the death row cell.
At this time, Emperor Xianzong's carriage arrived in front of the gate of Dali Temple. Looking at the Dali Temple which was already burning in a huge fire, Emperor Xianzong sat in the carriage and did not speak for a long time.
"Your Majesty!" The chief of the Imperial Guard said to Emperor Xianzong, "Your Majesty, please return to the palace first. The fire here is unknown. If your Majesty's health is damaged, I will be sentenced to death!" The chief of the Imperial Guard, Wang, couldn't figure it out. What kind of fate was this for him? He was escorting the emperor out of the palace tonight, but there were fires everywhere he went. Was he a fire offender?
The gate of the Dali Temple was banged open from the inside and the bailiffs drove the prisoners out.
"Guards!" In front of so many prisoners, Commander Wang did not shout "Guard the emperor", which would have exposed Emperor Xianzong's identity.
The palace guards surrounded Emperor Xianzong's carriage in three layers, with weapons in hand, and everyone looked as if they were facing a powerful enemy.
"What's going on?" Xianzong came back to his senses quickly, looked at these people in prison uniforms, soaked like drowned rats, and shouted, "Who is in charge of the Dali Temple tonight? Come here and give me an answer!"
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