Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 337
Qiqi in Zhao Wujiang's arms was already carried by Miaomiao, and he rubbed Miaomiao's head.

"Brother Zhao, your baby Huaiying is here again."

The door was closed again with a bang, and Di Renjie, wearing a blue and black robe and a cloak on his back, rubbed his hands and rushed towards Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang glanced at Di Renjie who was rushing towards him, knowing that this kid was coming to eat and drink again, he kicked over, and said angrily:

"roll!"

"Hey." Di Renjie turned his waist, dodged the kick, and smiled gracefully.

Zhao Wujiang faintly spit out a word: "Snow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Di Renjie's feet slipped, he turned around three and a half times, and fell down in the snow with a snap.

He rolled over, shook off the white snow on his body, took out the long black mace around his waist, stroked the body of the mace and pushed it forward, the long mace buzzed:

"Despicable and shameless warlock, give me a mace."

"Eat, eat more, Huaiying, complement your body with your body."

At the dinner table, Zhao Wujiang pushed a plate of marinated pork cheeks to Di Renjie, and said with a smile.

One side of Di Renjie's face was swollen and red. He took a piece of the picture into his stomach, and praised Wang Xi and Wang Yanning:
"The two sisters-in-law are good cooks. After eating, I don't have a headache or blurred vision. I can go up to the attic of Dali Temple without using a ladder."

"Is there anything wrong in Chang'an recently?" Zhao Wujiang asked, interrupting Di Renjie's chatter.

Di Renjie spread his hands:
"How long has it been since Changping, oh, everything is going well, nothing happened. I stay in Dali Temple every day, facing those files that I have read so many times, I feel like I have become a piece of wood. I don't know how Duan Baoxuan treats it. go down.

It's hard for a genius like me Di Renjie, a clever and invincible detective. "

Hearing the word "detective" from Di Renjie's mouth, Zhao Xiaoyin's eyes immediately lit up, and he covered his mouth and whispered in Zhao Wujiang's ear:

"Father, Uncle Di always said he was a steamed egg in Dali Temple.

He is always pointing at people in strange ways and saying things like 'There is only one truth', 'You are the murderer', 'What do you think of Baoxuan', 'What do you think of Ahua', 'What do you think of Wangcai', today he still asks I said, "Xiaoyin, what do you think?", I dare not answer him. "

Listening to his son's almost complaining, Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled. Recently, the winter snow was getting heavier, and the Imperial College was resting, and Xiao Yin clamored to go to Dali Temple. Under Zhao Wujiang's arrangement, the young and precocious Xiao Yin Naturally, he became a "non-staff member" of Dali Temple, and practiced his reasoning ability by Di Renjie's side.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the east of Chang'an City, Zhao Wujiang felt that even the house was shaken by the loud noise.

He and Di Renjie immediately ran out of the house and looked to the northeast.

The sky in the northeast was illuminated by monstrous flames, and the flames continued to rise, gracefully driving away the stars under the night sky, leaving only sparks that exploded from time to time.

Di Renjie jumped onto the wall so that he could see more clearly. He frowned:

"East City!
Looking at the firelight, it's not like burning candles, lanterns and other things to go through water. "

"It should be Huolei, or Shizhi." Zhao Wujiang put his hands behind his back, the fire light reflected into his eyes, and was swallowed strangely, his eyes were still black and white.

"I think Wannian county magistrates and bad people are on their way right now. Brother Zhao, I'll go and have a look too."

Di Renjie stepped lightly, flitting across the field, and disappeared from Zhao Wujiang's vision in a blink of an eye.

Di Renjie stepped on the glazed tiles and flew over Tongguifang and Dunyifang. Looking at Dongshi in the northeast, he was panting and crossed his hips, feeling his body being hollowed out.

He had no choice but to call the bad guys nearby, recruit a fast horse, and gallop towards Dongshi.

Bad people appeared at the end of the second year of Xianqing, and most of them were composed of grassroots people, including all kinds of generations, mainly small officials who were arrested for investigation, Fang Ding, and security inspectors of various squares, etc.

No one knows the origin of the emergence of bad people's positions, and they are not even included in the establishment. Most of them are born in the grassroots and grow in the market. They are a supplementary force to maintain grassroots law and order.

From the Xianqing period to Changping, no matter whether it was the nobles in the court or the county captains of Jing Zhaoyin and Chang'an Wannian, they all tried to control the organization of bad people, but all ended in failure.

So everyone speculated that behind the bad person is the current Holy One, but they couldn't figure out what the purpose of setting up the bad person was.

Di Renjie galloped on, ran eastward through Sifang, and then northward all the way. There was a lot of people on the street, startled by the loud noise, and they all went out to find out what happened.

He looked at the fire under the sky that showed no signs of stopping, and became more and more anxious. Among the workshops around Dongshi, there were Chongren, Shengye, Pingkang, Xuanyang and other important workshops.

Once the fire spreads, Chang'an's losses today will be immeasurable.

As he approached, Di Renjie held the reins and panted heavily on the horse's back. He was now on the streets of Pingkangfang and Xuanyangfang, only one square away from Dongshi.

Looking at the raging fire in front of him, the running Wuhou and the bad guys, and the crying people, a dark cloud rose in his heart.

Because the fire did not burn in Dongshi, but in the entire Pingkangfang.

Pingkangfang, the place where envoys from various countries lived and where the Tang Dynasty entertained foreign guests.

He found a familiar figure sitting on the periphery of the fire and crying, and the servants around him kept pulling him. He drove his horse over, and when he got closer, he found that it was the Minister of Honglu Temple.

The Minister of Honglu Temple really suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck. Di Renjie shook his head and sighed, dismounted and followed the crying Minister of Honglu Temple.

He asked the small official of Honglu Temple beside him: "Where did the fire start? Can you find out the reason?"

The little official of Honglu Temple crossed his hands to salute, tremblingly said with lingering fear:
"Lord Di, there is fire falling from the sky, there is no reason for disaster."

The firelight illuminated Di Renjie's face, and he became dazed under the firelight, and repeated in disbelief:

"Heavenly fire?"

"My lord, there are bad people and people around you who saw it with their own eyes, and flint fell from the sky and came straight to Pingkangfang.

At that time, Sir Siqing was receiving the Japanese envoys sent to Tang Dynasty and the missions of Dashi Kingdom. Who would have thought that disasters would strike, if the villains hadn’t led Siqing to run fast, they might be buried together with people from Japan and Dashi Kingdom It's a sea of ​​flames. "

The little official of Honglu Temple wiped away his tears, and dragged the Minister of Honglu Temple, who was like a walking corpse at the moment, to keep withdrawing. The fire showed no sign of stopping.

"The Tang envoys are all dead?" Di Renjie shouted angrily, he knew what it meant.

The sea of ​​fire is getting bigger and bigger, and it wants to rage to other squares. The small officials and guards set up a fire zone to prevent the fire from spreading. The people quickly gathered on the street. They are afraid that the fire will fall again, and they are all lingering at the moment. wait.

The news about the fire falling from the sky spread quickly, and the whole Chang'an city was panicked.

The buckets of water brought from the surrounding canals by breaking the ice are like a drop in the bucket in the face of the vast fire, which is of no avail.

Everyone became more and more anxious.

"Master Di, Lord Di."

Not far away, someone came galloping on a horse, and the figure on the horse was petite but fierce.

Di Renjie looked sideways, it was Xiao Yin.

"His Royal Highness Prince Xiaoyin."

(End of this chapter)