Tai Chi Palace, Ganlu Hall.

Xi Yunfei's words refreshed the worldview of Li Shimin and others.

"If as you said, thousands of barrels, oh, no, even if only dozens of barrels of oil are ignited at the same time, the water will not be extinguished?"

Li Shimin still a little disbelief. Water can extinguish fire. This is an eternal truth. Water overcomes fire, and the classics of our ancestors have long been defined.

However, Xi Yunfei told him that when oil really burns on a large scale, the water will be vaporized immediately and the fire will not be extinguished.

Vegetable? I heard another strange word.

But now is not the time to worry about this. What Li Shimin is more concerned about is that if the person behind the scenes really ignites thousands of barrels of oil, will my Chang'an City be saved?

Xi Yunfei was too lazy to answer him with a dark face. There must be a way to use a foam fire extinguisher. However, the amount needed was a collection of terrifying numbers. It is estimated that before he could teach everyone to use fire extinguishers, Chang'an City would burn out.

A needle fell in the hall and Xi Yunfei sat on a chair and looked at the layout of Chang'an City on the screen.

Chang'an is located in the Guanzhong Plain. It has fertile land and is dangerous and stable on all sides. It is surrounded by the Wei River in the north and the Qinling Mountains in the south. It is surrounded by eight water systems: Jing, Wei, Hao, Feng, Wu, Ju, Ba, and Lao, providing Chang'an City with abundant water resources.

At this time, these eight water systems may have become the oil transport channel for the person behind the scenes, secretly transporting the oil into Chang'an City and secretly hiding it.

Do you really have to search from house to house?

Xi Yunfei closed his eyes and guessed another possibility.

Time passed little by little, and it was almost dawn, and a group of big men were yawning.

Just as the morning light shone through the crack of the door onto the table.

Fifty miles east of Chang'an City, on the way to the capital of Shendu Luoyang, a village suddenly left the water.

And this Zhuangzi was the old residence of Li Shimin when he was the King of Qin.

Time returns to the early morning and early morning.

Last night, after another snowfall, I couldn't even see a bird that was rising in the morning in the mountains and forests.

On the originally silent forest path, more than a dozen carriages quickly ran through the muddy puddles, and the mud brought up was mixed with ice water and splashed.

The rut marks left by the carriage were very obvious, and they were deeply trapped in the mud pit, as if telling everyone that it was carrying very light things.

About one stick of incense.

The carriage stopped in a valley covered by gullies and shrubs on both sides.

A man in black jumped out of the carriage with him, mixing with the early morning night, and only his tall figure could be seen.

The big man said in a slightly hoarse voice: "This action only needs to be successful and not fail. Once you are arrested, do you know what to do?"

The coachmen sitting in the dozen carriages nodded in one after another. Although they were silent, they were firm in their will.

The carriage set off again, but this time, a burning torch was inserted into the boards of each carriage.

The leading man raised his whip and slapped the horse in front of him. The severe pain made the horse neigh in pain, lifted up his two powerful pushes and ran forward as if he was desperate.

Wearing the bushes at the end of the valley, what caught my eye was a vast grassland area. On the other end of this grassland, there were a group of palaces and guard towers, indicating that there must be heavy troops here.

However, the big man and the dozen people behind him seemed to turn a blind eye to this, and the carriage made a roar on the flat grass.

The soldiers on the tower opposite had already noticed something was wrong. At this time, they raised the torch and took a look, and one of them was still shouting some words.

But the sound of wind, the sound of wheels, the crackling sound of torches, mixed with the vibration of horse hooves trampling on the ground, directly drowning his inquiry.

Just as the carriage was about to break through the tower and rush into the village, someone shot the first arrow.

But this is just a warning. The arrow shot on the eaves of the carriage above the man's head, and the feathers at the tail of the arrow were still trembling silently.

The big man looked up at the archery soldier, his eyes instantly filled with fanatical hideousness.

He picked up the torch prepared beside him and threw it into the car behind him without looking back.

The carriage ran towards the closed door, as if it was about to knock the door open directly.

The soldiers on the tower frowned. The gate was three feet thick. Not to mention a horse, even if it was...

However, before they could show a mocking look, a loud bang suddenly came.

With a loud bang, the door was covered with huge fire, and then it fell down.

And that carriage also turned into broken wood chips and reef-slurry meat under the desolation of the fire.

Just as the soldiers were stunned, the carriage that followed him went straight through the fire and broke into the village.

This is a suicide-style terrorist attack, without any warning, and no murderer survived.

More than a dozen carriages loaded with oil turned most of the imperial village into a sea of ​​fire in less than a stick of incense.

It was not until the sky was bright and looking at the Zhuangzi that was still burning in front of me, the lieutenant guarding this place thought of sending someone to Chang'an to report the news.

In the morning, the hour of the year is right.

The news that the imperial village was burned finally reached Chang'an.

In Tai Chi Palace, people were in panic, and the emperor was angry and buried millions of corpses.

The slap hit Li Shimin directly in the face. No one in the hall dared to touch his eyebrows, but there were also people who were not afraid of death, such as Xi Yunfei.

"Your Majesty, have you offended someone?" Xi Yunfei couldn't help asking.

Li Shimin curled his lips with a dark face: "All the people I offended are dead..."

Xi Yunfei smacked his lips and said, "The person who stole the oil was obviously targeted at you."

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Several other ministers looked at each other, and Changsun Wuji winked at Xi Yunfei, signaling him not to say exciting words anymore, and he would be furious if he didn't see Li Er.

"However, I finally knew the other party's purpose, which is a good thing. It's just that I'm sorry for those people in the village and die inexplicably..." Xi Yunfei sighed quietly.

However, the blue veins on Li Shimin's forehead were already purple and black.

After breakfast, Xi Yunfei said goodbye and left.

Although the identity of the person behind the scenes was not found, nor the whereabouts of oil were found, the other party finally took action and was not afraid of not being able to find the other party's flaws.

In order to become the emperor, Li Shimin has offended many people over the years, and it is normal for someone to jump out and slap him in the face.

Xi Yunfei didn't sleep all night and was so sleepy. Since the other party was targeting Li Er, the chosen son of God, there was nothing to worry about. In history, Li Er was not burned to death. Knowing this, Xi Yunfei felt that he could go back and have a good sleep.

When the classic car drove into Yongchangfang, the fangwei guarding the door stopped him and handed Xi Yunfei an invitation.

"Just just now, a manager from Home Inn sent him, saying that Miss Alice from Persia wanted to invite her husband to Mingxinfang for a lecture."

Xi Yunfei took the invitation, nodded to the defense to express his gratitude, then closed the car window and drove into the princess's mansion.

Wang Dahui, who was driving, glanced at the invitation in Xi Yunfei's hand and reminded him: "Mr., it's better not to go out casually in extraordinary times."
Chapter completed!