Chapter 1300 The Widow Queen

With Qin Wansha's words, the magpie was quickly carried down for emergency treatment.

However, when she was discovered, she had been unconscious in the sea of ​​fire for a long time, and she could only breathe out and not take in much air. Even though she was barely saved by the hurried imperial doctor, her whole body was burned beyond recognition. The imperial doctor could not guarantee how long the magpie would live.

In addition to the magpie, Mrs. Rong, Nan Xiang, and Xijuan were also quickly carried out. However, these three people did not have the same luck as the magpie. After being carried out, their heads were covered with white cloth. No more anger.

Looking at these three charred corpses, Mr. Rong and his wife felt anxious as if they could not wait to see each other.

"This, what should we do..." As soon as Mrs. Rong Zhang thought that the news about Mrs. Rong's death was spread, her family's reputation would be even worse.

Feeling anxious, Mrs. Rong Zhang couldn't help but turn her eyes to Xiao Qichen - if this man could save her daughter...

This idea had just begun, and Mrs. Rong Zhang immediately gave it up in her mind. It was impossible to talk about the noble man's night party with his daughter. So what if he took action to protect her? Others said: Say, what do you think in your heart?

While Rong Zhang was spinning around anxiously, Qin Wansha held her hand instead, and then comforted her in a low voice: "Mom, don't worry, there was an assassination in our house today, and people have already died. We We can't hide it, we need to report it to the official. I will send someone to notify my second uncle and third uncle immediately. As for step-grandma's funeral, I have to trouble my mother to handle it. "

Perhaps Qin Wansha's tone was too calm, but Rong Zhang, who was originally anxious, actually calmed down according to Qin Wansha's words.

Uncle Rong also reached out to hold his wife's shoulders and brought her into his arms. After that, he glanced at Xiao Qichen, who was standing behind Qin Wansha without saying a word. Uncle Rong lowered his head again and said to Mrs. Rong Zhang: " My daughter is right, let her handle this matter. Let's handle the funeral of the old lady so that no one else can take advantage of it. "

This was the first time that Rong Zhang felt the support from the people closest to him during the most difficult time.

Rong Zhang, who had always felt that he was the real spiritual pillar of the family, suddenly his eyes reddened with joy, and at the same time he held the hands of Uncle Rong and Qin Wansha: "Okay, mother knows, you can handle it with peace of mind. As for the assassin matter, as for the rest, in Uncle Rong’s house, I will definitely help you handle it, and I will never let anyone hold you back!”

Qin Wansha smiled at Rong Zhang and gave Uncle Rong a wink. Uncle Rong immediately held Rong Zhang's shoulder and led his wife towards the yard where they were temporarily staying.

From the beginning to the end, neither of them asked why Qin Wansha had to let them stay in another courtyard tonight. As for what happened to the assassin and the fire today, they didn't want to ask more. After all, they should believe it. His own daughter's.

On the other side, in the Jinchen Baylor Mansion, who was also unable to sleep at night, Rong Huilan had been sitting by the window, looking at the dark night with cold eyes.

Jinchen Baylor's Mansion is still not too close to Rong Bo's Mansion, so in fact, even if Rong Huilan stood at the gate and looked, she would not be able to see the movement on the other side of Rong Bo's Mansion.

Qiao'er, the girl who had been serving Rong Huilan closely, looked at Rong Huilan's appearance, but her heart was filled with bitterness. She knew better than anyone else that the place her master was looking at, besides Rong Uncle's Mansion, also had Jin. Chen Beile's study and the new 'aunt' who calmly walked out from beside Rong Huilan.

Qiao'er felt sorry for her master's suffering, but there was so little she could do for him.

Taking a thick cloak, Qiaoer gently covered Rong Huilan's shoulders and whispered: "Fu Jin, it's windy at night. Even if you don't go to bed to rest, you should at least wear more clothes, otherwise If Feng Han is sad, wouldn’t it make Lord Beile feel distressed?”

Rong Huilan's hand that was originally stroking the cloak froze, and at the same time, a sarcastic sneer immediately climbed to the corner of her lips: "Painful? Ha, how can he remember me at this moment?"

Listening to Rong Huilan's words, Qiaoer felt even more resentful towards her former sisters, but she also understood that there were some things that women could not do.

Just when Qiao'er wanted to comfort Rong Huilan with a few words, Rong Huilan immediately turned the conversation away, as if she didn't want to show her fragile side at all: "Is there any news from the mountain?"

Qiaoer paused, then slowly shook his head: "Not yet, but looking at the time, we have already succeeded compared to them."

A gust of cool breeze blew in from the window. Rong Huilan couldn't help but tremble slightly, stretched out her hand to tighten her cloak, and then said: "It's best..."

What she said next was not heard by Qiaoer because Rong Huilan's voice was too low.

Just when he was about to persuade Rong Huilan to sit back on the bed and rest, there were two gentle knocks on the door of the room where they were sitting.

The eyes of Qiaoer and Rong Huilan immediately looked toward the door, and Rong Huilan's eyes emitted a burning light at this moment.

Without Rong Huilan's explanation, Qiao'er quickly walked towards the door, then opened the door a crack and saw that the person outside was a concierge of Jinchen Baylor Mansion.

Rong Huilan was still sitting by the bed. From her position, she could only see Qiaoer whispering something to the people outside. After that, Qiaoer turned back, with a smile finally on her face.

At this point, without Qiao'er saying much, Rong Huilan also guessed something.

As expected, the next moment, when Qiao'er returned to Rong Huilan, she said to Rong Huilan with joy: "Fujin, someone outside came to report that they saw people from Rong Bo's mansion riding horses towards the government office in the middle of the night. I heard from the spies who went there specially that there seemed to be a fire in Rong Bo's mansion!"

"Fire?!" Rong Huilan's eyes flashed, but the smile on the corners of her lips became deeper, and her eyes were crazy: "This group of bandit leaders, they really do things to my liking."

Qiao'er, who only wanted Rong Huilan to rest early, did not notice that Rong Huilan was wrong, and immediately began to persuade Rong Huilan to go to bed and rest quickly. After all, tomorrow, they might receive news of mourning from Rong Bo's mansion.

Rong Huilan did not resist this time, and let Qiao'er serve her to rest.

However, in another courtyard in the same mansion, Prince Jinchen, who was dressed in a single layer of clothes, could not laugh at all when listening to the report from his subordinates.

"Master, there is no news from Yingyi and the others all of a sudden!"