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"Young master." "Young Prince." "Crown Prince." When the crowd saw Zhao Qingyan coming over, they all kneeled down and saluted.

It was already late at night when Zhao Qingyan hurried over. His clothes were messy, his hair was tied up in a bun, and a lot of his hair was hanging at his temples.

The raging inferno illuminated the sky as bright as day, and all that entered his eyes was blood that seemed like it was going to burn his eyes. The scorching heat made Zhao Qingyan feel a bit stuffy.

Zhao Qingyan took a deep breath as he looked at the guards and servants who were kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads. He then looked at Jiang Wuyan and asked, "What exactly happened here?"

Jiang Wuyan said, "It suddenly started burning. We just arrived not too long ago and someone already went to fetch water to extinguish the fire." Then... I didn't see anyone who came out of the house of the Marquis. " Pointing to the object on the ground covered with a white cloth, he said, "The door was sealed outside. It was just opened a moment ago. The fire is too big to go any further. "

Zhao Qingyan's eyes were wide open as he looked at the scorched black cloth, and suddenly extended his hand to pull a servant, and asked, "Where's Mu Qinghan? Where's the Marquis? "

Looking at Zhao Qingyan's slightly twisted face, how could the servants dare to answer? He was so shocked that he couldn't say a word. His lips were trembling uncontrollably.

Zhao Baiyi said, "Fourth Uncle and the others should be arriving soon. Seventh Brother, don't worry."

Zhao Qingyan's fingers gripped tightly, his joints giving off a feeling of innocence. The tips of his fingers were trembling slightly, the fiery light in his eyes making him look extremely ferocious. It was hard to tell if it was due to anger or fear, but his appearance was exceptionally terrifying.

Jiang Wuyan reached out and pulled Zhao Qingyan's fingers apart, grabbing his shoulder so that he could look her straight in the eye, "Yun Mo, wake up a bit. Don't make things difficult for me."

Zhao Qingyan narrowed her eyes and struggled to get rid of Jiang Wuyan's hand. Her eyes were filled with a dark haze as she grabbed a bucket of water from the servants' hands and said in a deep voice, "Jiang Wuyan wants them to look outside. Don't let anyone who isn't related to come near. Hao Wen led his men around to the back to extinguish the fire in the library. Everyone move, don't be in a daze! " He picked up the bucket and poured himself into the sea of fire.

"Young Marquis!" The crowd didn't expect him to do such a thing. It was too late to stop him. They couldn't help but cry out.

Ran Hao was the first to recover his senses, he stopped a few guards who were about to catch up and said loudly: "Everyone move towards the west, and focus on extinguishing the fire near the library. A portion of the people would go to the nearby people to borrow water utensils. The amount of money they could use was enough to exchange for some people with strength to extinguish the fire from the south and the north. The other portion would be under supervision. Each of you will receive a fee of thirty silver taels. If you do not have enough, you will get fifty silver taels.

"Then what about Seventh Brother?" Zhao Baiyi asked in surprise.

Ran Hao took a deep breath and said: "The fire inside is too fierce, if we go in we will die, I believe young master can come back safely." Don't be in a daze, all of you start moving! " "He snapped at the people standing in a daze, grabbed a bucket of water with each hand, and quickly headed south.

Jiang Wuyan quietly watched from the sidelines. After Ran Hao finished speaking, he turned to Zhao Boyi and said, "Your highness and the rest should be coming soon. I'll trouble your highness to explain the situation to them. I'll go help Hao." Without waiting for Zhao Baiyi's reply, he immediately left. Grabbing the buckets of water held in the hands of the two guards, he rushed over to Ran Hao's side and poured the water into the sea of fire. As he circulated his inner strength, the water that he poured out turned into a water arrow, causing the fire to subside.

Ran Hao looked at him and asked: "Is it appropriate to use up so much inner strength?"

Jiang Wuyan shrugged her shoulders, "Since I have a lot of inner force, Zhu Yan will quickly replenish it. There's no need to waste it."

Ran Hao nodded his head and splashed two buckets of water on the table according to his instructions, "I want to go in and look for Young Master later, I am a little worried."

Jiang Wuyan narrowed her eyes as she looked at the fire. She spoke in a seemingly casual manner, "I should be able to eliminate the fire here."

Ran Hao was stunned. He immediately dropped the bucket, bowed to Jiang Wuyan and said: "Sorry for troubling you." He poured some water on his body and carried two buckets of water over the wall. He did not care about the height of the fire and rushed inside.

Jiang Wuyan looked at his back and shook her head helplessly. However, her eyes remained glued to the sea of fire, unable to retract them.

Blood-red flames mixed with the pitch-black night sky, constantly blending, twisting, and suddenly separating. The crackling sound of the flames and the crackling sound of the firemen occasionally mixed together, causing a slight distortion.

It was clearly outside of the sea of fire, and there was no danger. However, the flames that devoured everything seemed to be desperately trying to pull Jiang Wuyan's gaze away, wanting to swallow him up as well. An indescribable loneliness and fear made Jiang Wuyan feel at a loss of what to do. In the bottom of her heart, she actually wanted to turn around and run away.

Han Yan quietly watched him for a while, sighed, then turned around and left.

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Zhao Qingyan felt weak after only half of the journey. His face turned pale and most of the water on his clothes dried up.

Zhao Qingyan moved to the side and avoided half of the burning tree that was falling towards him. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead before continuing on his way. He raised his left foot heavily. His eyes, which could not hide his fatigue, moved slightly as he inadvertently glanced at a person from the corner of his eyes. He subconsciously shifted his gaze back to her, then slowly focused his eyes, causing them to tightly contract.

Twenty steps away, a man in a long black robe stood with his hands behind his back. The fire had yet to spread to his body, but it was not far from where his clothes fluttered in the wind.

Even if it was just a silhouette, Zhao Qingyan was sure that it was the Marquis of the Trojan Horse.

"Hou …" Zhao Qingyan only spat out half a byte before his voice was swallowed back. The marquis of the Trojan Horse's martial arts were far above Zhao Qingyan's. Wanting to find a way out of this manor that had yet to completely burn down was as easy as flipping his palm.

Then why did the marquis stand here and wait for his death? Zhao Qingyan was not very clear about this, but he could vaguely guess a few things. He couldn't say it out loud.

Zhao Qingyan did not say anything, but the duke of Trojan Horse knew that he had arrived.

The duke of Trojan turned around and looked at Zhao Qingyan. His deep eyes contained gentleness and wisdom, as well as indifference towards life and death … Some begged for permission, some looked forward to it.

Zhao Qingyan was not a fool, nor was the Marquis of the Trojan Horse.

The Trojan Horse duke's many years of experience in roaming the Jianghu had allowed him to understand the reason for this fire. When Zhao Qingyan saw the Trojan Horse duke quietly standing there waiting for death, he also faintly understood some of the reasons.

The marquis of the wooden horse must die, only if he dies can he keep Zhao Qingyan and Mu Qinghan's lives and peace.

"Those people" were afraid of the forces of the marquis' house and the marquis of the marquis, but not of Mu Qinghan. The only ones who dared to make a move were the Mansion of the Trojan Horse and not the Qi King Manor.

As long as the duke of wooden horse died, with Zhao Qingyan's protection, Mu Qinghan would absolutely not be in danger. This was the only thing a father could do for his daughter. The only flesh and blood of the Mu family, as well as the essence of the marquis' manor for a hundred years. With the marquis' death, Zhao Qingyan's successor would definitely be preserved.

He firmly believed that Zhao Qingyan could take care of his daughter and shoulder the responsibility of the future of the Manchu Clan. Therefore, he was willing to die.

The fiery light illuminated the person standing in the middle of the mess even more clearly.

The marquis just smiled and looked at Zhao Qingyan. He didn't say anything, nor did he do anything.

He didn't do anything because he didn't need to do anything else.

He didn't say anything because there was no need to say anything.

Zhao Qingyan's expression changed and he calmed himself down after a while. He spoke with difficulty while moving his stiff and dry lips, "Master Hou, I, Zhao Qingyan, swear that I will not leave you with this life. As long as I am here, the foundation of the House of the Marquis of the Trojan Horse will never be destroyed. " He did not kneel down, nor did he point at the sky or the earth. He only maintained a smile that could collapse at any time, and said these two short sentences word by word.

The flame crackled, completely covering up Zhao Qingyan's trembling and hoarse voice. The Duke of the Trojan Horse smiled and nodded. His face was filled with gratification as he looked in a certain direction. He raised his chin and turned around, no longer looking at Zhao Qingyan.

Zhao Qingyan gritted her teeth and looked away. She staggered a few steps away and couldn't help but turn back. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to call for the Marquis of the Trojan Horse.

If he made a sound, the Duke of the Trojan Horse wouldn't have to die. The Qi King Manor had the ability to protect the duke of the Trojan Horse family. However, this would bring about a huge disaster for the Qi King Manor. The Qi King Manor that he had been trying his best to protect would be in danger again because of him. On one side was the life of the Marquis of the Trojan Horse, and on the other was the peaceful and blissful life of his parents …

The flames that were half the height of a man flickered behind the duke's back. Zhao Qingyan watched quietly. His anxious eyes slowly calmed down and then turned back into a pool of stagnant water.

Fire was destruction. It was despair. It was fear. It was the source of all that was being devoured.

But at the same time, it was also a necessity for burning everything down and allowing everything to start anew.

The color in his eyes slowly turned deeper and deeper, until it couldn't reflect the color of the flames. Or it could be said that what filled his eyes was not only the red of the fire, but also something else.

Countless cries of grief could be heard as the blood that had cut off his arm splattered and covered his eyes with blood.

Red lake water, dead bodies floating in the water, blood on the water, as if awakened.

Blood dripped from his fingers, and the ground beneath his feet was permeated with it, turning a dark red color.

Death, slaughter, blood, destruction, that color … Beautiful.

Breathing heavily, the fragrance of the fresh blood in the air coincided with the scene in his memory, separating and merging together once again …

"Don't you want to touch it? This sticky, warm, intoxicating thing? " The man in black crouched on the ground and took out his palm from the pool of blood. He licked the blood on his finger tip gently, but it did not dry up. There was even no liquid that became cold.

"Don't you think that blood and fire are similar? Actually, I prefer blood... Because the temperature of the fire will dissipate with the end of its life.

"Yeah, I hate fire." Zhao Qingyan's eyelashes trembled as she recovered from her reminiscence. Her lips curved in a strange smile, "But I don't like blood either, so I have to leave this place as soon as possible."