After rebirth, she turned around and married the emperor's uncle and tore the scumbag apart

There was a waft of incense in the room.

After Li Lang left, Qingxuan began to feed the drunk Li Mao hangover soup.

There was a cold wind on the street outside the room. The few pedestrians were all hunching their necks and walking hurriedly with their hands in their pockets. Occasionally a horse-drawn carriage passed by, also in a hurry.

Han Feng sat on the roof opposite the inn, thinking back to the scene today on the stage of the Golden Palace where the Queen had embarrassed Concubine Hui.

The hatred in his heart was like a raging fire, burning his heart all the time and making him feel uneasy.

Now that two opposing people know about his affair with Concubine Li, how can he save Concubine Hui and her daughter?

Two of Su Heng and the Queen, Prince Su and Prince Su's wife must die.

Suddenly, a crisp sound of a porcelain bowl breaking came from a room in the inn.

Han Feng looked up and saw a guy in the corridor, but his behavior seemed very cautious, even sneaky.

He watched coldly, sitting motionless on the roof.

If two people must die, then let's see who of them will die.

This inn is the gaming field between Xiao Yu and Su Heng. The people inside are their chips, and there will always be a loser in the end.

The waiter tiptoed to the outside of a room, sprinkled the water in the bottle on the wooden door and window, and then took out a tinder.

Han Feng stood on the roof opposite the inn, with a cold expression on his resolute face.

He watched the fire spread little by little until it reached the roof, without a trace of emotion on his face.

"No! It's on fire!"

"on fire!"

"Go and get someone to put out the fire!"

"The fire is too big, save people first!"

Han Feng saw that the time was almost right and used the force to fall from the roof to the ground.

A middle-aged man in his thirties came up to me and asked anxiously, "Sir, where have you been? There was a sudden fire upstairs. The fire is so big that it is impossible to put it out in such a dry weather. What should I do?"

The person who came was Wang Bing, the deputy commander of his patrol battalion. Because they were short of manpower, he was transferred from the patrol battalion to help. He was also Jiang Siqi's direct superior.

Han Feng pretended to be anxious and asked, "How did the fire start? Was it from inside or outside?"

Wang Bing replied: "I don't know. When we found it, it was already on fire."

Han Feng asked in a deep voice: "Where did the fire start?"

Wang Bing said: "It started from the room of the Xiliang envoy."

Han Feng frowned and said, "Save people first!" Without stopping, he picked up a bucket of water from a guard and poured it on himself.

Before the man could react, Han Feng tore off a piece of cloth and covered his mouth and nose with it, then took a few leaps and jumped onto the second floor where the Xiliang envoy was.

"Sir, it's dangerous!" Wang Bing's voice was drowned out by the noisy fire.

Some of the surrounding imperial guards were putting out the fire, while others were rescuing people, but the fire was so big that most of the imperial guards were so scared that they could only carry buckets and pour water from a distance.

Most of the envoys in the inn had been drinking today. Taking advantage of their drunkenness to set the fire would add more difficulty to the rescue work.

"Who is this evil guy? He is so fucking crazy!"

Wang Bing cursed inwardly, and looking at the increasingly fierce fire, he also took a bucket of water and poured it all over himself, shouting, "Pour water on yourselves, cover your mouths and noses with wet cloths. If you can't save these people today, tomorrow will be your death. If you want to die, just stand there and don't move!"

They all knew that the emperor had issued a death order to the imperial guards this time.

If another envoy dies in the inn, those who hold official positions will lose their heads.

"You team, go rescue the envoy on the first floor!"

"Your team, follow me to rescue the envoy on the second floor."

"The rest of you carry water to put out the fire. Half of you put out the fire on the first floor, and the other half put out the fire on the second floor!"

As soon as Wang Bing said this, those who were originally timid were so scared that they quickly poured water on themselves.

Everyone stopped panicking and started to do their respective duties.

After more than half an hour of rescue, most of the drunken envoys in the inn were rescued.

However, the once magnificent mansion had completely collapsed, leaving only a pile of ruins.

Most of the envoys in the inn were rescued, but a few servants were missing. The entourage of the Nanzhao envoy died in the fire. The head of the Goryeo envoy was charred black, but fortunately his scalp was fine. He was just wet all over and shivering from the cold.

Many soldiers were also injured and were screaming in pain.

Some were faces, some were hands, and some were legs. The skin and flesh were charred black by the fire and gave off a burnt smell.

Wang Bing couldn't bear it, frowned and ordered the soldiers beside him: "You three, go and invite all the doctors from the nearby clinic!"

After the soldiers left, Wang Bing looked towards the origin of the fire, the room of the envoy from Xiliang State, but there was nothing there.

He remembered that Han Feng jumped there last.

"Where is Lord Han?" Wang Bing asked the person next to him.

The soldier holding the bucket beside him wiped his black face and shook his head, "I don't know, we didn't see it!"

"Fuck!" Wang Bing cursed with his hands on his hips, and irritably wiped the sweat off his face with his dark hands, turning his face black.

All the envoys from Xiliang Kingdom are now dead, and their leader Han Feng is also dead, leaving them with a mess that no one can handle.

A foreign country, all of its people have died, including three princes. No matter how good-tempered the King of Xiliang is, he will never tolerate it.

No matter who the murderer is, there will definitely be a big battle between Daning and Xiliang next.

When the emperor said he would take off their heads, it was no longer just talk.

Perhaps when the sun rises tomorrow, they will be imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice.

At this time, a soldier ran over and said, "Sir Wang, the envoys who were rescued from the fire were splashed with water and are now shivering with cold and scolding us brothers. Now everything is burned, what should we do?"

Let’s talk about tomorrow’s matters tomorrow. Now we need to deal with our own affairs.

Wang Bing frowned, pondered for a moment, and immediately ordered: "Go to the Ministry of Rites now and tell the Minister of Rites and the Vice Minister of Rites about this matter, and ask them to come over as soon as possible to deal with the envoy's accommodation problem."

"Yes!" The soldier received the order and immediately ran out of the inn.

Wang Bingyou called the other three people and ordered: "One of you will report to the palace, one to the Ministry of Justice, and one to the Dali Temple."

The three soldiers received the order and set off in different directions.

After giving the instructions, Wang Bing called the soldiers present and ordered them in a deep voice: "Go to the ruins and see if there are any survivors. If they were burned to death, take the bodies out and have their families come and claim them."

"Yes!" Everyone stood up and responded, and the voice echoed throughout West Street.

After giving instructions to others, Wang Bing prepared to go to the fire scene to find Han Feng's body and the bodies of the three princes of Xiliang.

"Wang Bing!"

He had just taken two steps when a familiar voice sounded behind him.

Wang Bing's heart tightened and he turned around quickly.

The person who came was indeed Han Feng.

His armor had been burned black by the fire, and his face was covered in black ash. He was supporting a man who was also charred and almost unconscious, and was staggering towards Wang Bing.

The man was also covered in black smoke and his original appearance could not be seen.

Wang Bing hurried forward to take the person Han Feng was holding and asked, "Sir, who is this person?"

Han Feng stood up with difficulty and panted, "The Third Prince of Xiliang."

Wang Bing was overjoyed and asked hurriedly, "Where is the eldest prince?"

Han Feng frowned and said in a hoarse voice, "Dead."