win the hairpin

Chapter 315 Acquaintances
Mr. Zhang was assassinated and died. He already knew all about the capital, and everyone knew that the Zhang family settled down here at King Yan. Normally, these people should come to express their condolences. .

There were more than a dozen people who did not come in person, but asked the steward of the house to send a post asking Zhang Xuzhang to express his condolences.

The rest of the people didn't even send the post, and I'm afraid they have already started to find another way out.

In their view, the Zhang family is only left with a dude, so it's really not worth their effort.

Even King Yan, because of Zhang Xiangye's death, showed cowardice and stupidity in a short period of time-they didn't see it when Zhang Xiangye was there?

Zhang Xutang stared at it for a long time, and the old Wei came in a hurry and told Zhang Xutang in a low voice that the servants tried their best to save people in the fire, but Mrs. Zhang was delayed because she and her daughter-in-law robbed her grandson, and Zhang Xuling's wife was gone.

Mrs. Zhang has now brought Zhang Xuling's son to the Prince Yan's mansion. Both of them were not injured, they were only blackened by smoke. Unfortunately, the fire was so intense that everything that could be burned in the house was completely burned.

Afterwards, he stood aside and became a stone again, waiting for orders without saying a word.

After hearing this, Zhang Xutang didn't say a word, and after a while, he slowly moved his neck, sat down on the chair behind him, and leaned on the armrest with both hands: "Take the prince's seal and send Yuanye to Zhaoqing Army, The Ningyuan Army, Jianwu Army, and Qingyuan Army went there and told the Fourth Army not to think about it, otherwise the Zhang family will uproot them. Although the house was burned, the account book was not burned."

"Yes."

Zhang Xutang continued: "I haven't arrived today, and there is no person who sent the post. Before tomorrow morning, let them see the blood at home. If I haven't seen them after the prince goes down tomorrow, let Tonghe go." Do it, let them know that my father is dead, but I am still alive, and if they dare to step on me to climb up, I can make them regret being a human being."

"Yes."

"Go do it."

"Yes."

The old Wei strode away, and Zhang Xuzhang was left with only a not-so-intelligent little Wei. Zhang Xuzhang just pretended that he didn't exist, and breathed out, but there were still countless breaths stuck in his heart, and he couldn't breathe out.

His body seemed to be filled with cotton that had been soaked in water, and it was so heavy that he couldn't even lift his fingers.

Song Huiyue didn't kill him, but instead killed his own father, which he never thought of.

It's useless to think about these things now, because my father is dead.

When his father was there, he tried his best to maintain the prosperity of the Zhang family, and even went one step further, occupying half of the world. He hid behind the scenes, stretched his hands and feet domineeringly, and acted recklessly.

But now my father is dead.

Everything he created fell apart at the fastest speed, the Zhang family fell from the altar to the bottom of the valley, and it took only half a night. Even if the eldest brother Zhang Xuling came back from Lingnan, he couldn't afford this burden.

Zhang Xutang thought that next, he had to stand up by himself, one was to put King Yan on the throne, and the other was to kill Song Huiyue.

Neither was easy, but he had to do it, and put his crablike hands and feet back together—at least on the surface, he had to behave.

King Yan walked over swaying as if sleepwalking, and all the servants were stunned, looking disgusting.

He wanted to ask Zhang Xutang what to do next, and he wanted Zhang Xutang to wash up.

Zhang Xutang's body was covered with Zhang Rui's blood, and he looked very horrific.

However, as soon as he approached, he immediately stopped and stopped going in, because Zhang Xutang was crying softly with his head down.

He had seen Zhang Xutang's ferocity and cruelty before, but he had never seen Zhang Xutang weep softly. He didn't want to go to comfort him, but took a step back as if Zhang Xutang's tears were poisonous.

Mrs. Song is really powerful enough to force Zhang Er to tears, he thought.

Song Huiyue and Yin Xiao were still running for their lives at this time, wearing the stars and wearing the moon, and hurried to the Taihang Xingzhong, where there were sporadic abandoned villages, and it was here that they met Li Jun before.

"I don't know if Li Jun is there?" Song Huiyue walked into the pile of rocks and saw a faint fire on a leeward mountain depression.

She walked a few steps towards the flames, and was about to rest with Yin Xiao, when suddenly she saw someone blocking the way ahead, with a broken iron spear lying sideways, singing and fighting: "Who is coming? I planted this tree... ya ya ya..."

Song Huiyue cleared her throat and said in a muffled voice, "Li Jun, the person who killed you is here!"

Li Jun said "Oops", turned around and ran away, Yin Xiao kicked up a stone and hit him in the hollow of his knee, he knelt down on the ground with another "Ouch", turned his head and was about to curse, when he took a closer look, the two people in front of him seemed to know each other , Looking again, it is clearly an old acquaintance.

"Miss Song!" He jumped up and went straight to Song Huiyue, "You two eloped?"

After he finished speaking, he looked at the two of them carefully, then shook his head: "There is no gold or silver, it's not elopement."

"Oh, I got it!" He showed a look of sudden realization, "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so it must be the lady who has deep love and righteousness. She has not forgotten my friend, and came here to enjoy the moon with me specially!"

Song Huiyue smelled the alcohol on his body: "Exactly."

Li Jun patted the dust on his body, threw the broken gun aside, and led the two of them forward: "You big lady, you are spoiled by the family, and you came empty-handed to watch the moon with me. "

The fire was only the fire he lit, because there was not enough firewood, the fire was dying, and it almost died. Yin Xiao, with his injured leg, broke countless dry branches, and turned the fire into a fire.

With the fire, everyone's faces became clearer, and the blood on Yin Xiao's body also appeared. Li Jun was wearing old clothes with frayed sleeves, and there was a jar beside him.

The jar is not big, you can hug it with your hands, and it is polished and shiny.

Li Jun pointed at Yin Xiao, then looked at Song Huiyue, and finally couldn't help but said: "Did you kill someone?"

Song Huiyue nodded, and tore off Yin Xiao's trouser legs to check the wound.

The wound is a deep and narrow hole, which can easily rot and accumulate pus if it is not treated in time.

"Hey!" Li Jun bared his teeth, looked away, and couldn't help asking, "Who did you kill?"

"Zhang Xiang." Song Huiyue replied, took the wine jar, and poured the wine on the wound. Yin Xiao held the stone tightly with both hands, and his body twitched.

Li Jun felt pain for Yin Xiao, and touched his leg silently: "The name Zhang Xiang is so familiar... What, you killed Master Zhang! Kill Zhang Rui!"

"Yes." Song Huiyue tore off a piece of her underwear cuff, and wrapped it around Yin Xiao.

Li Jun was dumbfounded, looking at Song Huiyue and Yin Xiao.

He saw that Song Huiyue seemed to be breathing with the mountains and forests, she could shed her human skin at any time, and turn into a giant beast that devoured the sky and the earth, swallowing all the stones in the way. Her eyes brightened.

But Yin Xiao remained silent, as if it was something Song Huiyue carried with him. Under the firelight, he showed long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and his expression was absolutely calm. Only when he looked at Song Huiyue, did his eyes shine There will be a gleam of light.

"Hey..." Li Jun finally let out a meaningful sigh, "You killed for King Jin?"

"No, Zhang Xutang killed my mother, so I killed his father."

Once again, Li Jun had nothing to say, because he sensed the ferocity of Song Huiyue's plain words, and he was almost on par with Zhang Xutang.

(End of this chapter)