Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 199 Escape

The raging flames were like the tongue of a devil, mercilessly licking everything in the house. The furniture, belongings, and beams were all twisting and crumbling. Song Ying was terrified to the extreme.

The scorching heat wave made it almost impossible for her to breathe, and she could feel the heat on her skin, as if it was going to burn her completely from the inside out.

She wanted to escape, wanted to leave alive, but her body told her to give up, she had no strength left.

Song Ying was very unwilling. She could become a disciple and learn medical skills, so that she would be able to support herself and live a good life in the future. How could she die here?

But her movements against the window became slower and lighter, and finally she slid down the hot wall. She reached out her hand, trying to grab the window frame, climb up and continue hitting the window, but her hand fell down before it touched the frame.

Her body had reached its limit and Song Ying was completely desperate.

At this moment, in a daze, she heard someone calling her. Was she hallucinating?

"Song Ying--Song Ying--"

Song Ying was stunned, tears rolling down her cheeks. It wasn't an illusion, someone really came!

She held back the pain in her chest and shouted with all her strength, "I'm here!"

Yuan Qing walked around the wall and just after shouting twice, he heard a faint voice.

"over there!"

He ran over quickly and saw a piece of wood leaning against the wall. It had not caught fire yet, but it had been smoked black.

"Hurry! Move it away!" he called to Shen Jing.

Shen Jing was a little puzzled, "Why are we moving this? We have to find Sister Song quickly."

Yuan Qing grabbed the wooden board and pulled it out with all his might: "This is the window! She should be behind the window!"

"window?"

Shen Jing was startled and his eyes suddenly changed. There were no windows anywhere else in this room, so the only window naturally could not be blocked.

So this wooden board appears here...

He didn't dare to think too much, and quickly took advantage of the gap opened by Yuan Qing to crawl in, pushed down the wooden board from the inside, and a square lattice window appeared.

Yuan Qing took a look and said, "Brother Shen, go to the front and ask someone to bring a hammer or a saw!"

Most of the houses in the countryside have such wooden lattice windows. Yuan Qing knew very well how solid this wooden structure, which was interlocked with tenons and mortises, was. It was impossible for the two children to break it quickly with their strength.

"Okay!" Shen Jing responded, turned around and ran.

Yuan Qing stood on tiptoe to look inside and saw Song Ying leaning against the wall, his face covered in black spots, his hands clinging to the wall, with turbid blood flowing down.

"Song Ying! How are you? Hold on a little longer. Shen Jing is going to call for help! We will rescue you right away!"

Looking at the half-familiar face emerging from the dark window frame in the hazy smoke, Song Ying was stunned for a moment and murmured in disappointment, "Another hallucination."

This is the Shen Mansion, it is impossible for Yuan Qing to come to save her.

"It's not an illusion, it's me!"

Song Ying watched Yuan Qing's mouth opening and closing, as if he was saying something, but his words and his face were soon swallowed up by the billowing smoke.

Every bit of the past flashed through her mind, but no one's figure was clear. She blinked and a tear rolled down the corner of her eye.

"No one will come to rescue me."

As these whispers floated out, she completely lost consciousness.

"Song Ying! Song Ying! Wake up!"

Watching Song Ying's pupils gradually dilate and then faint, Yuan Qing was extremely anxious and punched the window frame, but the frame did not move at all.

"Shen Jing! Hurry up! Saw!"

He turned his head and shouted a few times, then turned his head again, holding on to the windowsill with both hands, hanging on the window, and shouted inside again and again: "Song Ying! Wake up! You can't sleep..."

When Song Ying woke up, it was already night.

The moon outside the window was exceptionally bright, the candlelight in the room was flickering, and Xiaolu was lying beside her bed, sleeping soundly.

She felt a piercing pain in her left arm, so she slowly pulled her hand out of the quilt and looked at it. It was tightly wrapped in white cloth, with green liquid oozing out of the cloth. It was obvious that medicine had been applied.

Still alive!

After surviving the disaster, she recalled the half face she saw before she fainted, and became suspicious. How could the person she thought of before she died be Yuan Qing?

It should be father, or at least Yanxing and Xiaoxiang.

When she lowered her arm, she accidentally touched Xiaolu. She opened her eyes dazedly, took a look, and then closed her eyes again.

The next second, he sat up straight and said in surprise: "Sister Song Ying, you are awake! Do you want some water? Does the wound still hurt?"

Song Ying shook his head, "How did you find me?"

Xiaolu looked at her wound and seeing that there was no blood oozing out, she helped her put her hand back into the quilt.

Then he said, "It was your fellow villager who found you."

"Fellow townsman?" Song Ying was puzzled. In the Shen Mansion, apart from Shen Zhuangyuan, who was also from Qinghuali, was there anyone else who was her fellow townsman?

She suddenly remembered the half face she saw before she fainted, and asked in astonishment, "Yuan Qing?"

“I think his name is this. He was the young master’s classmate at Jiahu Academy.

I came to the kitchen to help put out the fire, but I didn't see you, so I asked someone and got there in time to rescue you."

Song Ying was stunned. It turned out that what happened at the end was not an illusion. It was really Yuan Qing who came to save her!

She felt as if her heart had been hit by a hammer. In such a busy time, there were still people who put her whereabouts first.

At the end of the conversation, Xiaolu couldn't help but feel a lingering fear, and asked curiously: "Sister Song Ying, didn't you hear the loud noise in the kitchen? Why didn't you run away?"

Song Ying came back to his senses, his eyes turned cold: "Someone locked the door from the outside."

"It's plugged in?" Xiaolu's eyes widened. "Someone wants to burn you to death?!"

She couldn't believe it: "Who is it? How could they be so evil? Why did they burn you to death?"

Song Ying stared at her face for a long time before slowly shaking his head: "I want to know too."

Now, she doesn't dare to trust anyone in the Shen Mansion except her master.

She exhaled lightly and asked, "Is my master still with the old lady?"

Xiaolu nodded and asked curiously, "How do you know where Doctor Lin is?"

"I guessed that after something like this happened, the old lady would definitely be angry. Given her physical condition, it would be easy for her to get hurt. Master would naturally have to keep an eye on her."

Xiaolu sighed, "The old lady was so angry that she fainted on the spot."

Song Ying pursed her lips. Although she didn't see it with her own eyes, she could imagine how angry Princess Shun'an was.

This chrysanthemum-viewing banquet was held for the sake of the Shen family's image, but a fire broke out before the banquet even started.

For a long time to come, the Shen Mansion will become a laughing stock in Qingshui County and even the entire Shunqing Prefecture.

For such a big thing, no matter how hard it is concealed, some of the causes of the fire will always be revealed, especially the fact that the Shen family has a concubine with a special status.

"How's things going in the kitchen?" Song Ying asked again.