Chapter 142: Burning the Ancestral Hall (9)

But she does not seem to be satisfied, thought, then went to the inside, from the inside to carry out put only Gu Yu took out to sunshine good several beds of quilts, quilts are cotton quilts, just been sunshine, and dry and soft.

“Shen Miao!” Xie Jingxing let out a low gulp, “You don’t want to die!”

Shen Miao unfolded all of the quilts and spread them on the ground, the construction of the ancestral hall was mostly wooden, extremely easy to start a fire, and she picked up a piece of the spirit tablet that was half stained by the fire and ignited a corner of the quilts.

The fire rises up in the sky, and the ancestral hall gradually rises up with rolling smoke. Sting stood outside with clenched teeth, his eyes were mostly red, until the sand ball in his hand flowed to the place Shen Miao had arranged, until the guards in the courtyard outside were all alarmed by the fire and all ran to put out the fire, Sting took advantage of the people’s inattention to fiercely run out.

She ran to the birthday banquet in the east courtyard in one breath, the garden full of guests is the guests and hosts are happy, no one seems to find her this description of some woeful little girl, the corner of her mouth pulled out a vicious smile, fiercely shouted: “No good, no good, the ancestral hall walks into the water, the fifth girl is trapped in the fire— “

When these words came out, the garden was in an uproar.

Shen Miao is not in his own yard to recuperate, why is he in the ancestral hall? This is a good reason, how can it suddenly go out of the water?

Ren Wan Yun was also startled, she stood up at once, not knowing how exactly the ancestral hall caught fire. She was about to order people to rush to put out the fire, when she saw the panting appearance of the stunned hibernation, and for some reason, her heart suddenly moved.

If Shen Miao died in the fire, then she will be able to let Shen Qing rightfully married, as for the Huang family side, as long as she went to the door to make amends and apologize. Shen Miao’s death can only be attributed to an accident, who let her not properly recuperate, to “run” to the ancestral hall, but also caused the ancestral hall fire?

So Ren Wan Yun stood up and pretended to say, “Everyone eat and drink first, I think that the fire is not too big, it’s about a child playing with fire and accidentally walking away from the water, I’ll go and take a look first, you guys,” she reprimanded Xiang Lan, “Quickly go and find the guards to put out the fire!”

The whole atmosphere of the birthday banquet immediately fell into an odd atmosphere, Shen old lady heart is not happy, hate Shen Miao even at this time to let her spoil the fun. However, on her face, she still wants to be a loving mother, nervously instructing Ren Wan Yun: “Quickly go and see what’s going on with the fifth sister!”

However, pretending and really is not the same. If it is really love Shen Miao, Shen Miao into this scene, will never be so calm. Chen Ruoqiu and Shen Yue did not even leave the seat, it can be seen that Shen Miao’s position in the Shen residence. The ladies and young ladies here are not fools, see out of this Shen House people on Shen Miao in the end what attitude, the heart of Shen Miao fell up some sympathy.

But right at this moment, a high-pitched, loud and clear laughter suddenly rang out from outside: “General Shen, Mrs. Shen, and Young Master Shen are returning to the residence – open the door to welcome the general -“

“What?” Not only the female family members, even the male family members at the other end were stunned. Shen Gui and Shen Wan looked at each other, Shen Xin returning to the house, this is a joke. Nowadays, there are still some days before the New Year’s Eve.

And the ancestral hall surrounded by fire, at the moment outside is surrounded by a circle of Shen House guards. Said to put out the fire, but the delay are not to go inside. People love their own lives, this fire momentum is so fierce, who dares to go in to die.

“Shen family girl, you want to die?” Xie Jingxing frowned as he looked at the beams all starting to burn.

“Little Marquis or quickly go.” Shen Miao stood firm: “When there are more and more people, you can’t leave even if you want to.”

“Cut the crap,” Xie Jingxing clutched her arm, “Go!”

“Let go.” Shen Miao broke away from his hand, her gaze resolute and almost obstinate: “Can’t you see? I’m betting my life on a prospect.”