320 Sea of ​​Fire, Feng Mansion Destroyed

On the emperor's birthday, the ministers said that it was a sign of good fortune from heaven, so this child was a gift from heaven to the emperor, destined to become the emperor's beloved child before he was born. If it was a prince...

Hehe, that will be extremely valuable in the future. And if a prince wants to be extremely valuable, what else does he have besides the dragon throne?

If Li Xiang knew that all his hard work was done for the Xie family, he would be so angry that he would bang his head against the wall.

As everyone expected, the Emperor was overjoyed and immediately rewarded Concubine Xie handsomely, promoted her to Imperial Concubine, and ordered the palace servants to carry half of the dragon chariot to send Concubine Xie back to Zhaoyan Palace to take good care of her pregnancy.

Half a dragon chariot, promoted to Imperial Noble Consort, this is a higher position than the Queen. Although the mother is honored by her son, it is more often the son who is honored by the mother. Can the Queen's son be compared with the concubine's son?

The son of the Imperial Noble Consort is more noble than the sons of the Four Consorts Gui, De, Shu and Xian. Just as Lord Xie thought, the child of Consort Xie came at the right time.

Concubine Xie is still pregnant with just a piece of meat, but the emperor has paid so much attention to it. If the baby is a prince, then the emperor's several adult princes will have no chance of survival...

At the Emperor's birthday banquet, no one enjoyed the meal except the Emperor and the Imperial Noble Consort Xie. Beiling Fengqian had planned to ask for Princess Anping's hand in marriage again at the Emperor's birthday banquet, but after a series of events, he discovered that Beiling Fengqian was in no mood to discuss the marriage...

The current situation is on the verge of breaking out. In such a tense atmosphere, who would have the heart to eat or chat about love?

While the Emperor was having fun with his officials in the Imperial Garden, Feng Qingchen was quietly practicing calligraphy in her room. Her handwriting was ugly to begin with, and due to her restlessness and irritability, her handwriting looked like scribbles.

"Pah" Feng Qingchen threw the pen away and leaned back on the chair.

"I don't know if Yuwen Yuanhua can help me get through this difficult time. If not, I will probably continue to be ill until the princes return to their fiefdoms."

"Yuwen Yuanhua, Yuwen Yuanhua, I'm completely dependent on you now. I haven't seen those princes, but from Dongling Ziluo's behavior, I can tell that they are absolutely ruthless. I pushed them out as targets to save my life. They probably hate me to death. They won't let me go even if I return to my fiefdom."

From this poisoning incident, Feng Qingchen clearly understood that there were many people who wanted her dead. Even if some people did not take action, they would still go with the flow when the opportunity presented itself. Anyway, no one cared about the life and death of an orphan like her, and her death would not affect the overall situation.

In order to save her own life, Feng Qingchen had to fight back, but the power in her hands was too small, so she had to rely on external forces.

Neither the Ninth Prince nor Wang Jinling would work. These two were right under the Emperor's nose, and it would be too easy for something to go wrong if they were the only ones to do it. After much deliberation, Feng Qingchen decided to find Yuwen Yuanhua.

Before Yuwen Yuanhua left, he told her that if she encountered any problems that could not be solved, she should send a message to him. He was far away at the border, where the mountains were high and the emperor was far away, and no one could control him, so he was free to move around.

With the idea of ​​trying everything possible, Feng Qingchen picked up a pen and wrote a letter, explaining her current situation and asking Yuwen Yuanhua to think of some way to help her out of this predicament. Of course, if there wasn't any, it didn't matter, she would think of other ways.

Feng Qingchen sent the letter through a special channel, and ten days later she received a letter from Yuwen Yuanhua, who said that she need not worry, as he had prepared a special gift for the emperor, and that the emperor would support her in consideration of the gift.

Yuwen Yuanhua's words were very convincing. Although Feng Qingchen believed that Yuwen Yuanhua would not lie, she was still worried. What kind of gift could make the emperor let her go?

The emperor is not a man who is easy to talk to. It would be disastrous if this caused the emperor to dislike Yuwen Yuanhua.

It was not until later, when Feng Qingchen met Yuwen Yuanhua, that she understood where Yuwen Yuanhua's confidence came from. It turned out that Yuwen Yuanhua gave the emperor the gift he wanted most - a military map of Nanling, Xiling and Beiling.

No one knows where these maps came from. All we know is that these three maps made the emperor more determined to declare war on the Three Kingdoms. Of course, this is a story for later.

Feng Qingchen was sitting in the study, thinking about what she would do if Yuwen Yuanhua couldn't help her out of trouble, when suddenly a loud noise was heard from the sky. Feng Qingchen was startled, walked to the window, opened it and took a look.

"Fireworks? When did Dongling have fireworks? Or colorful fireworks? Could it be Li Xiang's work? What does he want to do?" Li Xiang is like a thorn in Feng Qingchen's heart. She can't sleep or eat unless Li Xiang is dead. Similarly, for Li Xiang, he can't let go of his anger unless Feng Qingchen is dead.

Soon, Feng Qingchen knew what Li wanted to do. When dozens of fireworks exploded in the air, releasing beautiful flowers, the Feng Mansion also exploded.

"It's on fire, it's on fire, hurry up, put out the fire."

“Help!”

With a loud bang, flames leaped up, and half of the Feng Mansion was engulfed in flames. The yard where Feng Qingchen lived was also engulfed in flames, and the flames illuminated half the sky red.

"Fire? How is that possible?" Feng Qingchen was stunned looking at the raging fire. The fire prevention measures of Feng Mansion were very good, and even if there was a fire, it was impossible for most of Feng Mansion to be engulfed in flames in the blink of an eye.

It was not until the smell of kerosene wafted through the air that Feng Qingchen realized: "Li Xiang, you are cruel!"

He actually destroyed her home, her only home.

A teardrop slid down from the corner of Feng Qingchen's eye. Feng Qingchen clenched his hands into fists, his whole body was tense, and hot flames were dancing in his eyes. Under the light of the fire, Feng Qingchen's face was like a blooming rose, beautiful but full of thorns.

Her home...the home she had been looking forward to for two lifetimes, was destroyed just like that.

Put out the fire? That's wishful thinking. The house is made entirely of wood. How can we put out such a raging fire?

Feng Qingchen's face flickered in the firelight, and was filled with fierceness.

"Xiu, Xiu, go!" When Tong Jue and Tong Yao rushed into the room, they saw Feng Qingchen standing at the window in a daze, and quickly dragged him out.

Feng Qingchen did not resist and allowed two maids to take her out of the yard.

boom……

As soon as she ran out, she saw the operating room she had worked so hard to build collapse.

My operating room!

boom……

The front yard also collapsed.

My home!

Feng Qingchen's heart was bleeding. Her home was destroyed and engulfed by fire in front of her, and she could do nothing.

"Xiu, let's go. As long as the green mountains remain, there is no fear of lack of firewood. As long as Xiu is alive, everything can start over again." The two maids were afraid that Feng Qingchen would be depressed, so they hurried to persuade her.

Unexpectedly, Feng Qingchen's voice was unusually calm, as if nothing had happened. "I know, let's go."

After saying that, she ran out with the two maids. Just as they reached the gate of the courtyard, Feng Qingchen suddenly stopped as if she had thought of something: "You two go first, I have something else to do."

After saying that, he shook off the two men's hands, rushed to the inner courtyard, and disappeared into the fire in the blink of an eye.

"Xiu, don't..."