A joy that shouldn't be there at this moment arose in my heart.
"Ying'er, just stay here. I will bring Jiang Yuanlang out safely!" After making such a boast, the man took the wet handkerchief and covered his face with it without hesitation. He turned around, raised his foot, and kicked the tightly closed kitchen door open with a fierce kick.
Thick smoke billowed and swept in, and the people standing at the door could hardly open their eyes.
Yan Zhuo waved his hands a few times and was about to go in when a figure appeared in the house dragging an unknown heavy object and moving out little by little.
He moved while shouting, "Help, help me!"
"What's going on?" Yan Zhuo stepped forward and realized that the person he was dragging was a rather plump woman.
She has an apron tied around her waist, so she must be the cook.
Jiang Yuanlang dragged the man out and threw him in the corridor. He was completely exhausted and had no strength left.
He leaned against the wall and panted like a cow.
Yan Zhuo was so choked by the smoke that tears were about to come out. He immediately covered his face with the wet handkerchief and waved his hand to ask Jiang Yuanlang, "What happened in there? Is there anyone else?"
"No more, no more..." Jiang Yuanlang panted, kicking the cook who fell to the side.
Seeing that her chest was still rising and falling, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she was still alive.
It’s good that you’re not dead, it’s good that you’re not dead!
Jiang Ying had just been asked by Yan Zhuo to leave the corridor. At this moment, he ran forward from the yard and just saw Jiang Yuanlang kicking someone. He rolled his eyes at him.
He squatted down to check on the unconscious cook.
It's okay, just a brief carbon monoxide poisoning shock.
So he took out a detoxification pill from the space and gave it to her to take. Then he looked at Jiang Yuanlang again. Men are always physically stronger. Except for his face being blackened by charcoal and even his neck and collar being covered with black powder, there were no other major problems.
To be on the safe side, Jiang Ying gave him a detoxification pill as well.
At this time, Yan Zhuo had already rushed into the house in the thick smoke to check it out, then retreated to the door and shook his head, "It's just that the charcoal fire burned too much, and I don't know how a sheep was also set on fire, which is why there is so much smoke!"
He took out some kind of flare he had with him, pointed it toward the sky, and it exploded with a bang. Qi Ren came back shortly after.
"My Lord, what's the emergency?"
"There's a suspected fire in the house. Take someone in to deal with it."
"I obey your command!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuanlang wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
What fire? He was just craving the roast lamb his sister had made last time, and ended up messing around with it, and ended up making a mess of it.
The cook was almost driven crazy by him!
The three of them didn't go anywhere. They waited for Qi Ren to deal with the matter and kept an eye on the cook.
Fortunately, nothing happened, but the kitchen seemed to be even more messy.
Jiang Ying shook his head helplessly. "Third brother, I just heard from the foreman that the construction schedule is too tight. I'm afraid we won't be able to have the housewarming feast tomorrow night. Plus, with the kitchen you built... Never mind. Let's wait until I get my day off from the palace in ten days!"
Mu Zijin and Lu Yanran had already been notified, so Jiang Ying certainly didn't want to go back on his word.
But this is the reality and she has no choice.
But as soon as she finished speaking, Yan Zhuo pursed his lips and said, "No need."
Jiang Ying, "Hmm? What does the prince want to say?"
Yan Zhuo's eyes were deep and serious, "Ying'er, let me ask you first, do you really like this house?"
Feiyu House.
The name is nice, but it is not as good as his Yuhui Cottage. Although it is a little off the beaten path, it is quiet and has a beautiful view.
What Yan Zhuo didn't know was that Jiang Ying was born in the countryside in his previous life. He seldom saw big villas and retro gardens, but he had plenty of green mountains and clear waters.
Three words: vulgar.
So of course she preferred Feiyu Mansion, which was located in the bustling city but large and elegant enough.
"Yes, I do." Jiang Ying admitted it frankly without any pretense. "Having a house means having a home, and having a home means stability. There are probably few women who don't like stability, right?"
This one sentence almost made Yan Zhuo listen in ecstasy.
He seemed to understand for the first time that Jiang Ying also had needs, and they were such simple needs.
Without a word, he stepped forward and made the final decision, "Okay, the time for the house-warming banquet tomorrow night remains the same. You should prepare, and I will leave the rest to you."
It's hard for him to do other things for her, but can't he do such a small thing as this?
Before leaving, Jiang Ying stood on the steps, admiring his messy little home with a slight smile.
Yan Zhuo felt bad.
If he had known that her heart was so simple, he would have already...
"Your Highness, thank you today. Tomorrow night, before we start eating, Jiang Ying will personally fill three cups as a token of gratitude."
Yan Zhuo was flattered, "No need..."
The next day, night fell.
Yan Zhuo did as he said and booked the entire construction pavilion. Dozens or even hundreds of people were busy working together, and finally the house-warming party was held as scheduled.
Jiang Ying also did what he said and poured the wine himself, with six small wine glasses lined up in a row.
Jiang Ying was unusually generous and magnanimous, appearing to have no grudges against Yan Zhuo. "Your Highness, please. This is the fine wine I brought. Three cups, I'll drink first as a gesture of respect. Your Highness, please feel free to do as you please."
As for Moutai, it must be a good wine.
But Jiang Ying had put something in it, and she was planning to trick Yan Zhuo into saying something!
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