win the hairpin

Chapter 29
Zhang Xutang mixed in the crowd, followed behind the carriage, and was full of gossip.

After returning home, he met Zhan Shizhao first.

Zhan Shizhao reported: "Second Master, those people under the Tianxing Pavilion have not been found. People who asked your Excellency said that they disappeared as soon as they turned their backs."

"Forget it," Zhang Xutang took a sip of tea, "Tomorrow you should inquire carefully about the Song family. Mrs. Song has been playing in the palace since she was a child. Compared with Xie Chuan, the weight should not be much different. There is a man named Huang Wenqiu. If you have committed a private tea affair, the Song family is still asking for it from the lord."

"Yes."

Zhan Shizhao sent people out, inquired for two days, and came back to Zhang Xutang and said: "When we first came to Tanzhou, Mrs. Song and Prince Jin were still very close. Later, Mrs. Song grew up and Mrs. Song was a widow again. I don't have many contacts, and when you talked about private tea, Mrs. Song also looked for Xie Chuan."

Zhang Xutang nodded.

Orphans and widowed mothers, relying on grass and trees, can only tie up the fence so that no one can take advantage of it.

It's just that he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Zhan Shizhao continued: "Xie Chuan's wife takes good care of the mother and daughter of the Song family when she is away."

Zhang Xutang held the folding fan upside down, tapped the center of his eyebrows with the fan bone, and asked carefully, "Is there any reaction to Mrs. Song's marriage?"

"I haven't seen any movement at the palace."

Zhang Xutang closed his eyes and thought about it, but he still couldn't figure out where the thorn in his heart came from.

Maybe it is the most important sentence, a piece of text, or a person that has been forgotten. As long as you can remember it, you can clear up the mist.

After thinking unsuccessfully, he opened his eyes and put this aside in advance.

This is often the case in the world, that is, a little bit of consonance is needed, and if it doesn't come now, it will come naturally.

"Where does the Song family live? I'll go meet for a while."

Zhan Shizhao said: "Hengyu Street, but they are not in the city right now. It is said that they went to Meishan County the second day after we came to Tanzhou."

Zhang Xuzhang opened the fan and shook it: "I've decided on a marriage and yet I'm running out. Could it be that the Mid-Autumn Festival is going to pay homage to the dead in Meishan County? Go and ask, where did they spend the Mid-Autumn Festival in previous years."

Zhan Shizhao had already inquired clearly: "This is the first time this year."

Zhang Xutang sneered and said, "They all avoid me like a snake and scorpion."

It's frustrating to see irrelevant people flocking to you, but none of the important people can be found.

Zhan Shizhao said: "Mrs. Song should remember Song Qi's death in her heart. Not only did she stay away from King Jin, she also avoided seeing us entering the city. I think the Song family can be moved."

Although Zhang Xutang nodded, his expression was still dignified. He read a few tabloids at hand, stood up and said, "Find someone to go to Meishan County to watch them. If they intend to leave Tanzhou, they will be killed directly."

"Yes."

"I'm going to wake up." Zhang Xutang left the study and went straight to the backyard.

The backyard was brightly lit, hung with colorful embroidery, and filled with flowers. Those friends had already returned home, and the noisy silk and bamboo orchestras were singing together, making it very noisy.

Zhang Xutang casually plucked an inexhaustible yellow chrysanthemum and stuck it next to the head, and walked in happily.

This night, it lasted until the fifth watch, and the counties outside the city enjoyed the moon at home a lot, and they also rested early.

The next day, Yinxiao got up just after dawn, packed two baskets of bamboo jackals, and carried a high-shouldered load to the intersection to sell.

There are many mountains in Meishan County, and the mountain roads are not easy to walk. Many people visiting relatives stayed in the county town last night, and they must go out of the city today. He only needs to sit down at the intersection under Zhuangzi to make business.

He has been selling it for three days in a row, and if he sells it for another day today, and the rest for two or three days, he will be able to sell all the pastimes that Song Huiyue got.

There is only one family outside Zhuangzi, and Zhuangzi of the Song family usually invites them to sweep and sweep, and gives them all the food from Zhuangzi.

Yin Xiao found a rock and sat down, slowly grinding a piece of thick bamboo with a hatchet.

A seven or eight-year-old boy flashed out of that family's house, ran up to Yin Xiao, looked at it for a while, and asked, "Brother Yin Xiao, what are you doing?"

"slingshot."

The little boy said "oh", looked at it for a while, and said, "It looks like the big bow of Niu Zhangzhang's family."

The slingshot made by Yinxiao is also a bamboo recurve, but it is equipped with double strings, and the middle of the strings is a silk-woven bullet groove, which can hold three clay pellets.

The little boy looked at it seriously, and suddenly said as if thinking of something: "Are you going in for tea?"

"Don't go."

"Oh."

Xiao Tong simply squatted beside him, watching with relish, completely forgetting that someone in the family was waiting for him.

The little lady in the room was wearing new clothes and flowers, and she was sitting in front of the window, but her eyes and soul pierced out, all the way to Yin Xiao's body.

Gradually, she became obsessed with it.

She is only fourteen years old. She is busy with her two legs all day long, feeding pigs and chickens, planting fields and weeding. She is born with a wild energy. After drinking tea twice, I brought out infinite emotions.

When she touched her face, it was not fair, and when she touched her hands, they were not tender either. She sensed that something was wrong, so she began to imitate the lady in the boudoir, never stepping out of the door.

She was so careful, but she couldn't hide it from her own mother.

The woman looked at her daughter tossing around, and wanted to discipline her, but she didn't know where to start—Yin Xiao never said a word to her girl from the beginning to the end.

You can't blame him for being so good.

He sat on the stone, tall and healthy, with sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and the grass and leaves all over the ground turned into swords, surrounding him fiercely in the middle.

The heavier and majestic the mountain, the more serene his face was, and the woman herself was almost fascinated by it.

It can be seen that it is not my daughter's fault, who doesn't like to watch it - and it doesn't cost money.

Yinxiao sold bamboo here for half a day, two coins for each, from sunrise to noon.

In just half a day, the little lady inside had already invited him to drink tea twice with shame.

Yin Xiao thoughtfully returned to the Zhuangzi, and on the second day, carrying a load full of loads, he walked to the county town in one go, and put them up for sale.

After selling it back, he also walked around the road, striding up the mountain from the side path of the mountain and returning to the village.

When Song Huiyue saw him, she asked, "Where did you sell it?"

Yin Xiao lowered his head and fiddled with the pole: "The county."

"What are you doing running so far?"

"It sells fast."

Song Huiyue couldn't see his face, and said with a smile: "Don't be shy, I already know, Aunt Li came to look for Aunt today, Aunt asked me to ask what you mean."

Yin Xiao raised his head, his eyes were clean, and his expression was very frank: "What do you think?"

Song Huiyue said: "I don't think it's appropriate."

A gleam of joy flashed in Yinxiao's eyes, and Song Huiyue said again: "You are two years younger than me, and the same age as Qinghui, but if you like, you can settle down first."

The light in Yin Xiao's eyes quickly dimmed, and he turned into an immobile appearance again, a few years older out of thin air.

He replied to Song Huiyue coldly: "I don't like it."

(End of this chapter)