win the hairpin

Chapter 245 Jin Wang Fucked Broken Heart
Following in the footsteps of the first seat, King Jin was worried every time he took a step.

After he had made up his mind to see the abbot, he used the excuse of missing his late mother to do a grand Buddhist ceremony for his late mother overnight, and lit the ever-burning lamp to worship.

The Buddhist event was grand, no matter whether it was the imperial army or the Zhang family, they couldn't help such a smoky commotion, which could give Song Huiyue and his party a chance to leave.

If Su Ting, the Commander-in-Chief of the Three Offices of the Forbidden Army, came here and asked him to leave the Daxiangguo Temple with the gold medal of "as if I were here in person", he would have to ask if there is nothing else in the world except Zhang's family affairs. It must be banned by the Zhang family.

He thought a lot, and he thought very carefully, but he still didn't know what to do.

Since entering the Daxiangguo Temple, he has not seen any traces related to Song Huiyue. He doesn't know if this is good news or bad news.

The blessed land arrived soon, and the lights in the house were already out. King Jin stood at the door and knocked lightly three times, begging to see him sincerely.

His attitude of begging for a meeting was very sincere, and he wished he could grab the ground with his head.

There was no response from the room.

The breath fell heavily in King Jin's throat, and he exhaled with difficulty. The others standing beside him were all light and scattered, but he was so heavy that he seemed to be weighed down by a heavy stone, unable to move an inch.

Fortunately, a moment later, there was a response from the room: "Please come in."

The King of Jin was overjoyed immediately, he opened the door, and saw a master sitting cross-legged on the futon in the middle of the room. There was no light, the face of the master was blurred in the darkness, only a shiny bald head could be seen.

The master carried the big bald head and said, "If the benefactor is lost, you can come in and practice Zen."

King Jin hurried in, and just as Li Changfeng was about to follow, Huang Ting stepped forward and closed the door of the monk's room, and beckoned, ordering the servants to guard the door.

And he walked out step by step until his ears could no longer hear any sound coming from inside, then he used himself as the boundary, and let the guards of the palace guard his side, not allowing anyone to approach.

The guards of the palace blocked Li Changfeng out. Li Changfeng was impatient, but he didn't dare to trespass, so he could only stand there and watch.

In the room, King Jin approached, and after seeing the situation in the room clearly, the heavy breath suddenly became chaotic.

A disheveled head protruded from under the bed, dressed in white, blood-stained, wriggling and coming straight towards him.

He was so frightened that he almost took off on the spot, stepped back abruptly, and slammed into the door with a "bang".

Then he saw clearly that this was a "person" and it was Song Huiyue.

Song Huiyue brushed aside the hair that covered her eyes, and smiled embarrassedly at King Jin.

She crawled out from under the bed without any warning, and with such a dignified appearance, she almost scared King Jin half to death. King Jin patted his heart, swallowed hard, and took a deep breath after standing still.

The people guarding outside the house obviously also heard the movement in the house. When King Jin retreated to the door, Li Changfeng had already taken a step forward, approaching Huang Ting, and shouted: "My lord, are you okay!"

If there is anything wrong with King Jin, he can find a reason to rush in.

King Jin's steady voice came from the room: "I'm slippery, I'm fine."

Li Changfeng stared at the room resolutely, wanting to find out what happened, but there was no light in the room, and when the door was closed, he couldn't hear anything. Although his ears were sensitive, he could only hear them outside the area circled by Huang Ting. Arrival is also limited.

In the room, King Jin watched Yin Xiao crawl out behind Song Huiyue.

He had prepared a full stomach to say to Zhizhen, but now he couldn't say a word.

Seeing Song Huiyue standing in front of him alive, he was frightened at first, and then he writhed inside, his eyes were moist.

After a while, he calmed down his turbulent mood, glared at Song Huiyue, and almost growled in anger.

She didn't know how much he hung his heart and made such bad plans, his legs are still weak up to now.

After staring at Song Huiyue, King Jin went to stare at Yinxiao again. This time his eyes would burst into flames. He wanted to roar at Song Huiyue, but it was not enough to roar at Yinxiao. Yinxiao screamed to the sky.

This wild boy is too courageous to let Song Huiyue do anything wrong. If Song Huiyue is going to the Zhang family, he dares to take her there. Could it be that Song Huiyue wants to go to the battlefield to kill people, and he still has to pass the knife by the side?
It's really annoying and hateful.

Yin Xiao let him stare at him, neither retreating nor making any distinctions.

However, now is not the time to settle accounts. The King of Jin ignored Song Huiyue's acknowledging gaze, bowed his waist and crossed his hands, and made a big gift to Zhizhen: "My little sister and the nurse are young and innocent, and they disturbed the abbot's meditation. I will apologize to you on their behalf." .”

The waist was bent deeply, and the head and hands were lowered again and again, making a long bow.

Zhizhen said: "No surprise, no disturbance, what crime is there, the benefactor does it at his own discretion."

After that, he went to meditate by himself, very comfortable, as if he was in the deep mountains and forests, with nothing in front of his eyes.

Only then did King Jin straighten his waist, and when he got up, he felt dizzy for a while, his feet were swollen, and he couldn't stand steadily.

Anxiety is the heart attack, his breath was uncertain all the way, and when his mind relaxed, he almost fell to the ground.

Song Huiyue hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

With a cold face, King Jin planned to scold her angrily and let her have a long memory.

He now hopes that Song Huiyue is an incompetent person with no ambition, who just stays in the deep boudoir and embroiders, and is a little more cowardly, a little more timid, and clings to him wholeheartedly.

In this way, he doesn't have to suffer so much, worrying about gains and losses.

But before his cruelty broke out, he hurried to take a closer look at Song Huiyue's situation.

Song Huiyue was only wearing a middle single, and she had wounds on her hands, which were very small wounds to the touch.

He remembered that Du Lan said that Zhang Xutang had hurt her back with a knife, so he quickly turned his head to look—the black lamp could not see clearly, so he stretched out his hand and groped down her back and spine. A lump of coagulated blood.

His reprimand dissipated, and he looked around and saw that there were no tables and chairs, so he asked Song Huiyue to sit on the floor, took off his cloak, wrapped it around her, and then signaled Yin Xiao not to stand, and waited for Yin Xiao to squat beside Song Huiyue , he went to light the lamp again.

As soon as the lights were turned on, the shadows of several people flickered onto the ground and the wall, but did not spread to the window paper.

King Jin took out the handkerchief, wiped Song Huiyue's face and hands like wiping a piece of tofu, then lifted the cloak, and went to see the injury on her back.

Fortunately, the injury is not serious, but the weather is getting hotter, so it must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise it will suffer from festering.

There was no tea in the room, so he could only make do with peeling off the glued part of the clothes and the wound, and at the same time softly said: "Is it painful, is there any other wound?"

Song Huiyue shook her head and smiled: "It doesn't hurt, only these places, why are you here?"

King Jin didn't mention his anxiety and panic, but said: "Du Lan sent me a letter. The Daxiangguo Temple is now surrounded like an iron barrel, and the forbidden army is outside the gate. If I don't come, I'm afraid you will be here." Chinese New Year."

Song Huiyue's stomach grumbled loudly, she laughed and said, "Doesn't that mean you have to eat vegetarian food for half a year?"

(End of this chapter)