The beams and pillars were filled with flames. Qi Zhen supported the pillars with his bare hands and pushed them out. His palms were burned by the flames and the flesh was torn apart.

It was obviously supposed to be painful, but he just endured it.

Qi Zhen held the fire pillar with one hand, and tightly protected the charred corpse in his arms with the other hand, pushing the beam away from his body.

The beams covered with flames were pushed aside by Qi Zhen. He held the burned palms with their skin and flesh torn apart. He endured the pain and used his good hand to hold the charred corpse in his arms and walked out.

From the beginning to the end, the flesh and blood of the hand and the fingertips were not allowed to contaminate the body in his arms.

The fire spread all over the sky behind him, and the burning pain caused by the flames kept attacking Qi Zhen's back, but he seemed to be unaware, and all he cared about was protecting the charred corpse in his arms.

Qi Zhen finally stepped out of Guanyue Tower. There were still traces of blood on his lips. The dragon pattern on his crown uniform was completely destroyed. He was in a state of embarrassment. He held the charred corpse in his arms and stepped down the stone stairs.

The Guanyue Building was severely damaged by the fire. Qi Zhen walked down the stone stairs. When he was halfway up the stone stairs, the pillars supporting the stone stairs were destroyed by the fire and collapsed.

Smash him and the person in his arms into the collapsed ruins.

The ruins were full of embers from the fire, and the collapse of the corridor columns knocked down countless steps embedded in the stone stairs, many of which fell on Qi Zhen.

The rocks were densely covered like a rain curtain, hitting Qi Zhen in the back one by one.

He hugged the charred corpse in his arms tightly and endured the pain of the big rocks hitting his body.

Every time a stone hit his heart, Qi Zhen hugged the person in his arms an inch tighter.

He hugged her tightly inch by inch, wishing that he could be embedded in the flesh and blood of his body to protect her intact.

What a pity, how is this possible?,

Even if Qi Zhen really embeds the person in his arms into his flesh and blood, what will happen?

She had died, in such a pitiful and horrific way, leaving him with only a charred corpse.

The only thing he could do was to protect her body in vain.

Even if he knew that no matter what, he couldn't save her...

The fire was still burning, and the building of Guanyue Tower was still being damaged. The stone pillars and countless carved railings and jade masonry that built this building were destroyed by the fire and fell into ruins one by one.

Qi Zhen, who was buried in the ruins, hugged the scorched corpse tightly in his arms, gritting his teeth and carrying the stones that fell down again and again.

He couldn't remember how many times he was hit in the ruins.

It's just that the blood stains on his lips are getting thicker every time.

It's just that the consciousness in my mind becomes more and more drowsy every time.

The sky was filled with fire outside, and Qi Zhen was under the ruins, hugging the charred corpse in his arms even more tightly.

The blows again and again destroyed all his conscious consciousness. Seeing that Qi Zhen was about to pass out, he still hugged the charred corpse in his arms tightly.

At this moment of uncertainty about life and death, Qi Zhen could not remember anything, except that he never forgot to protect the person in his arms.

He thought, maybe, he would really be buried here.

Go to death with her.

In the future, on the roadside of Huangquan, I may be able to tell all the love and attachment that I have never had time to express in this life.

He doesn't ask for her forgiveness, he only hopes to be able to express his apology and remorse to her in person, so that his deep love for these two lifetimes will not be wasted...

Things that were damaged in the building continued to smash into the ruins. Qi Zhen had countless injuries on his body. The pain in his flesh and skin gradually became numb. He still held the person in his arms tightly, but his eyes were no longer clear.

The fire was all over the place, and life and death were uncertain. Qi Zhen held the person in his arms, and the scenes from many years ago kept popping up in his mind.

Although we were clearly in the ruins, it was as if we were seeing Shangyuan Nights one after another over the years across countless time spans.

Qi Zhen couldn't remember what Linglong looked like when he first met him. He could only imagine what Linglong looked like at that time based on the few words Linglong once mentioned.

"At the beginning of February, Pingping was more than thirteen years old." The Shen Linglong of that year was exactly the age of Mu Shaoai, and she should have been more childish and ignorant than when we met later.

The lights on Yuan Yuan Night should make her look particularly delicate.

She probably liked to have a good-looking, elegant and gentle young man. She thought he was like this, so she fell in love with him at first sight and thought about him for many years.

At that time, Shen Linglong didn't know that in the Yeyue Alley, he was holding her hand and had just killed many assassins and accidentally contaminated her palm with blood.

Later, when she wasn't paying attention, he took the silk handkerchief from her waist, carefully wiped away the blood on her palms, and then said goodbye and left.

She had always liked the gentle young man, but was disgusted with Qi Zhen's later domineering behavior.

Unfortunately, she didn't know that Qi Zhen had never been a gentle young man.

It's just that I know she likes me, and I occasionally try to pretend to please her.

…

Later, on the night of Yuan Dynasty of the wedding year, he was half drunk and half awake, and there was a little girl with sleeves full of pear blossoms sleeping beside his pillow.

The little girl smiled brightly and cutely, gave him an exquisite dice, and asked him if he missed her...

Her voice, smile, every word she spoke, all appeared before my eyes.

Qi Zhen's consciousness became slightly drowsy, and the only thing spinning back and forth in the sea of ​​​​consciousness was the cute little girl with a bright smile.

He doesn't remember the scheming of the imperial family, the honors and disgrace of the crown prince's dethronement, how much hard work and planning he has hidden in this imperial uniform, and all the honors and disgrace in this life.

He only remembered that little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old with a bright smile who tied an exquisite dice on his clothes.

I only remember the cute and smiling Shen Linglong, with her sleeves covered with the fragrance of pear blossoms, sleeping beside his pillow...

Another pillar fell and crashed into the ruins, hitting Qi Zhen so hard that he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

This shock caused Qi Zhen's injuries to become more serious, but his consciousness gradually became clearer.

The drowsiness in his eyes gradually faded, and he clenched the palms that were burned by the flames and were torn apart by the flames, but in his mind he was still thinking of the pretty and charming little girl beside his pillow that night in the Yuan Dynasty many years ago.

A little girl loves beauty and beauty, how could she bear to live in this dirty and dark place?

Even if he really wanted to die together and go to hell with her, how could he be willing to bury her here...

Qi Zhen was eager to stay conscious, so he rubbed the wound on his palm on the edge of the broken wooden pillar. The wooden thorn stung his palm even more painfully, forcing me to wake up, and then went to dig up the ruins with my bare hands.

of countless ashes.

The embers under the blazing fire were still scorching hot. Qi Zhen endured the burning pain in his palms, relying only on the thought of taking the exquisite bones out of this place, which kept him from moving.

There was a faint voice coming in from outside. It was Queen Qi Zhen's mother ordering people to put out the fire.

Since the Qizhen people were also buried in Guanyue Tower, the Queen would naturally not let the fire engulf Guanyue Tower again.

The servants of the palace were all assigned to carry water to put out the fire, and the fire in Guanyue Tower was finally put out.

The secret guards had just seen Qi Zhen being buried under the pillar when the corridor collapsed, and they had been digging under the ruins to find Qi Zhen who was buried underneath.

The secret guards were digging outside, and the ashes of the ruins buried on Qi Zhen's body were getting thinner and thinner.

Qi Zhen, who was buried underneath, kept carrying the person in his arms and carried him out.

The layer of ashes from the fire became thinner and thinner, and light gradually leaked out from under the originally dark ruins.

Finally, Qi Zhen's hands peeled away the ruins pressing on him.

He held the charred corpse in his arms with one hand, and stretched out the ruins with the other hand.

Then he finally crawled out of the fire cave with injuries all over his body.

The secret guard who had been looking for someone outside saw Qi Zhen and shouted hurriedly: "The master is here! Come here quickly!"

When Qi Zhen heard the anxious voices of those people, he seemed not to hear them. He only held the dead body in his arms, standing on the ruins of the fire cave with coldness and sadness all over his body.

Qi Zhen's mother-in-law was the first to see Qi Zhen and hurried to Qi Zhen's side. Just as she was running towards Qi Zhen, Shen Qinliu, dressed in a magnificent gown, was rushing to the audience with her wedding clothes.

This side of the moon tower.

Shen Qinliu, who was supposed to be waiting at the Imperial Ancestral Temple, actually came to the Moon Viewing Tower in the palace.

She took off her hijab on her own and hurried over. As soon as she stepped into the fire scene, the first thing she saw was Qi Zhen holding a charred corpse.

Shen Qinliu, who was already sick and pale, swayed suddenly, holding on to the hand of the slave beside him that was supporting him, and managed to stand upright.

She felt pain in her heart again and again. She didn't care about her illness or whether Qi Zhen was the emperor. She also forgot about the etiquette and respect that had been engraved in her bones over the years, and rushed straight to Qi Zhen.

As soon as Qi Zhen's mother came to Qi Zhen's side, she looked back and saw Shen Qinliu chasing after him.

She frowned fiercely and thought to herself, they are really rushing to cause trouble one by one.

He said hurriedly: "This world is dangerous. Send Miss Shen to find a palace to stay and rest temporarily. We will discuss all matters tomorrow."

The words were spoken loudly, but Shen Qinliu turned a deaf ear to them. Instead, his eyes were horrified, and he couldn't help but look at the charred corpse in Qi Zhen's arms.

She clenched her palms tightly and asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is my sister? Where is Linglong?"

She kept asking questions, not knowing whether she was asking Qi Zhen or Qi Zhen's mother.

When Qi Zhen's mother looked at Shen Qinliu's condition, she couldn't help but think of Qi Zhen who had just asked her this question, and said to herself that it was really unfair.

He raised his eyes to signal the palace attendants to pay attention to Shen Qinliu's movements, and then said: "Liu'er, please forgive me."

In fact, according to the original arrangement of Qi Zhen's mother, she was not prepared to hide the news about Ning'an Houfu Linglong's fake death, but the current situation made her change her mind.

Qi Zhen's reaction was so great that it really frightened the queen. The queen was naturally afraid that if the news of Shen Linglong's fake death was leaked, it would cause further trouble, so she thought it would be better if fewer people knew about it, and she also wanted to hide it from the Marquis of Ning'an.

The house is over.
To be continued...