Chapter 109 Killing people and destroying souls!

There was no one along the way.

Luo Qingzhou supported the weak Miss Qin Er and came to the first floor.

The maids and servants on the second floor didn't know whether they were deliberately pushed away by Song Zixi, or they all gathered together below to watch the poetry competition.

Or maybe, in the accident just now, other families hosting tonight's poetry party were secretly involved.

That's why the place was vacated.

From what the young lady from the Song family just said, we can tell that this matter tonight is not simple.

It's not just about dealing with him.

Those people obviously still want to discredit the Qin family.

The most powerful one in Mocheng now is naturally the City Lord's Mansion.

Then, there are the four major families, Wang, Luo, Song, and Zhang.

The Qin family used to be one of the four major families. Unfortunately, the previous generation was too lazy and the current generation did nothing. As a result, the family's power gradually declined, and the Song family overtook it.

The Qin Mansion is now headed by Qin Wenzheng, who has no desires and desires and develops in a low-key manner.

Just like this, is there anyone still thinking about it?

After Luo Qingzhou helped Miss Qin walk to the hall, Qiu'er quickly walked over.

Without waiting for her to speak, Qin Weimo said with a pale face: "Qiu'er, go and call mother and Zhu'er... I feel a little uncomfortable and want to go back."

Qiu'er took one look at her face and the blood on the corner of her mouth, and her expression suddenly changed. She hurriedly agreed, turned around, and hurriedly walked towards the ladies.

At this time, the results of the second competition were being announced on the stage.

In addition to the oiran Wuyi standing on the stage, there was also an old man with gray hair and a long robe.

He looked at the rice paper in his hand tremblingly, looking very excited, and even his voice was trembling.

Song Ruyue was looking expectantly at the stage with several ladies.

Qiu'er walked over and whispered a few words to Zhu'er. Zhu'er's expression changed and she hurriedly leaned into Song Ruyue's ear to report.

When Song Ruyue heard this, her expression changed. She immediately stood up, said something to the ladies, and then hurriedly walked towards Luo Qingzhou and the two maids with her.

At this time, Luo Qingzhou was holding Miss Qin Er's little hand with one hand and supporting her slender waist with the other.

When Song Ruyue saw this scene, her face suddenly darkened.

Above the lobby on the first floor is the lobby on the second floor, and behind the lobby are neatly arranged rooms on the upper and lower floors.

At this time, smoke was already coming out from the floor above, coming out of the door from the room below, and spreading in the corridor.

But at this moment in the lobby on the first floor, it is an exciting moment.

Because on the stage, that respected literary senior was reciting in a trembling voice the song "Shui Diao Ge Tou" which was once called "Mid-Autumn Festival Ci" by later generations.

"...I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that it's freezing in the beautiful buildings and jade buildings at high places. I dance to clear my shadow, how can I feel like I'm in the human world...

"Turn around the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qi household, the light will not sleep. There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?

There was silence under the stage, even the sound of breathing stopped.

The old man paused, glanced at the audience, and continued to read in a trembling voice: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long, and we can share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away."

The whole hall was deathly silent.

The smoke soon followed the corridor and filled the hall, and the sound of flames burning wooden boards began to sound.

"on fire!"

I don't know who shouted, and everyone who was stunned by this unique poem came back to their senses.

But the old man on the stage seemed to be still immersed in the aftertaste of the words in his hand, unable to extricate himself. He was still muttering in his mouth: "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has clouds and sunshine..."

"It's on fire! Run!"

Suddenly someone shouted again in the hall, and then everyone started to panic.

The guards and maids and servants who gathered outside the hall on the first floor on the ship hurriedly went to get water and prepare to put out the fire.

The crowd in the hall began to scream in fear, scramble to get ahead, and rush towards the exit.

The hall that was silent a moment ago was now in chaos.

Fortunately, Song Ruyue came to the exit in advance and was preparing to reprimand the little bastard who had the audacity to touch her daughter with a straight face when she suddenly heard someone shouting "Fire", then her face changed and she hurriedly said: "Let's go! Hurry and get Wei Mo

Take it out!"

Luo Qingzhou picked up Miss Qin's slender waist, hugged her entire soft and boneless body, and took her out directly.

Song Ruyue followed behind and was stunned for a moment, but she had no time to talk nonsense. With the support of Zhu'er and Qiu'er, she rushed out in a panic.

Several people quickly stepped onto the steps and rushed to the shore, then breathed a sigh of relief.

When he looked back at the boat, his expression changed.

On the second floor of the boat, where the room was located, a raging fire had already broken out. Thick smoke and ferocious tongues of fire came out from the windows and the burned-through top!

The boat was filled with the screams of the guests.

The crowd was frightened and poured out from the exit.

Some people who knew how to swim jumped directly from the deck and swam ashore.

Seeing that the fire was out of control, the guards and servants had no choice but to retreat.

They surrounded the nobles, forced their way through the chaotic crowd, and opened a path to let those nobles go first.

At this time, the lives of those noble people are naturally the most important.

Meng Yulan did not leave first, but still stood on the boat to help evacuate the crowds running around.

Fortunately, both boats were moored on the shore and did not sail into the middle of the river.

Many people jumped directly into the water and came up.

The guards over there immediately put up more pedals.

After a while, everyone on the boat landed safely.

At this time, Meng Yulan Fang, surrounded by guards, stepped ashore with a solemn expression.

At this time, the boat was already filled with thick smoke and raging flames, all burning.

Especially the second floor was already a sea of ​​fire.

Another painting boat parked next to it had already moved away for fear of being affected.

Meng Yulan's face turned pale and she loudly asked the guard next to her: "Is there anyone else on the second floor?"

The guard hesitated and did not dare to answer.

Another guard said: "Miss, I just went up there. It's empty. There should be no one there."

Meng Yulan looked at him and said, "Have you seen everyone in the room? Is anyone resting inside?"

The guard said with a grimace: "The place where the fire broke out was the room. The fire was very strong at the time and we couldn't get close, so..."

Meng Yulan had a gloomy face and stopped talking.

"Click!"

In the raging fire, the second floor of the boat was suddenly burned and collapsed, falling into the sea of ​​​​fire below. The wine warehouse was quickly set ablaze and burned to the ground.

The entire boat continued to burn on the water, lighting up half of the night sky.

Many tourists by the river came after hearing the news, gathered here to watch, and talked about it.

Many people who hate the rich take pleasure in their misfortunes.

The patrol team in the city also came after hearing the news and asked about the casualties and the cause of the fire.

However, no one can tell.

At this time, the respected old man in the literary world was standing on the shore, surrounded by people, still holding the rice paper tightly in his hand, looking at the boat that was about to be burned, but still chanting the poem

"Water Melody Songtou".

"Let's go."

Song Ruyue's face turned pale, her heart still frightened, and she led everyone away.

Others were also afraid to disperse.

Sitting in a carriage.

Song Ruyue calmed down for a while, then looked at her pale daughter beside her, sighed and said: "Wei Mo, it's my mother's fault this time, I almost hurt you. From now on... you'd better stay in the house.

Don't come out, hey, it's too dangerous outside."

Qin Weimo coughed a few more times, clenched the bloody handkerchief in his hand, lowered his head and said nothing.

Song Ruyue glanced at the handkerchief in her hand, her eyes filled with distress. She swallowed her words that she was about to reprimand the two of them, and comforted them softly: "It's okay, go back and have a good rest. Mother will let Zhuer give it to you later."
To be continued...