win the hairpin

Chapter 35 Secret
Xie Zhou looked at King Jin with caring eyes, as if he was Song Qinghui.

"You caught it, you kept it, her bird?"

"Yes, hers," King Jin threw down the fish, cleaned his hands, wiped them casually with a silk handkerchief, left the big bird, and sat on the couch, "What do you want?"

"It's okay." Xie Zhou sat down on the stool, and put a large stack of letters in front of King Jin, "I'm so idle."

King Jin was in a good mood, so he didn't have the same knowledge as him: "I'll see later."

Xie Zhou stared: "Aren't you watching now?"

King Jin nodded solemnly: "Now I have to help the eldest lady raise birds."

After speaking, he really went to watch the birds again.

Xie Zhou came out stunned, and said to Huang Ting: "My lord is ill."

Huang Ting quickly asked him, "Why are you sick?"

Xie Zhou pointed to his head, and said sincerely: "This place seems to be spoiled."

Huang Ting didn't realize it for a while, thinking that King Jin had caught a cold after playing for a day, so he hurriedly walked in, halfway there, he suddenly felt something was wrong, and retreated back calmly.

He thought to himself, why hasn't the lord sewed Xie Baye's mouth shut?

King Jin was proud and continued to be busy with his major affairs, Song Huiyue continued to be busy with her marriage after a day of playing, Zhang Xutang was anxious for a day, and continued to be busy with his assassination plan.

The plan is an assassination, but it is actually a game that everyone knows well.

It just depends on who can play higher.

During the day, Zhang Xutang wears a human skin that is studious and inquisitive, and studies in the academy in a disgraceful manner. At night, he takes off this skin, reveals his original shape, and sleeps with all the well-known prostitutes in Tanzhou Prefecture.

Tanzhou's right and wrong poured into his ears like running water.

He was busy day and night until the tenth day of September. He was tired and sick, his cheeks were red, his lips were white, his eyes were dark blue, and his eyes were dull. He lay on the bed and drank porridge limply.

Finally free, this time I can do something serious.

The so-called business, in fact, is still trying hard for King Jin.

Zhang Xutang said to Zhan Shizhao in a state of weakness, "If this goes on like this, I will fall in love with King Jin for a long time."

Zhan Shizhao thought to himself that there is no plowed land, only exhausted cattle, you are too stubborn.

Zhang Xutang said again: "Let's use Xie Chuan."

Zhan Shizhao nodded immediately: "I'll make arrangements now."

As a result, Zhang Xutang waved his hands hesitantly, hooked his head, and stared at the tabloid in hand.

If he was the King of Jin, and the governor of the house had nothing to do with him, and gave him some food, his first reaction might be that there was something wrong with this person.

Zhan Shizhao saw him lost in thought, and silently retreated.

On the surface, he was the housekeeper following Zhang Xutang, and secretly he was the Zhang family's shogunate, but when he arrived in Tanzhou, he knew clearly that he had become a show.

Zhang Xutang lay on the bed, ate some porridge and three bowls of good medicine, chatted and laughed with his playmate who came to visit for an hour, read ten tabloids in total, and night came.

He shook off the quilt and got out of bed, put on the cloak weakly, and asked Zhan Shizhao to accompany him to the garden to breathe.

The entire Zhang family followed him and quieted down. Those few playmates and a group of idlers were very sensible and didn't make trouble at home. They took money from Zhan Shizhao and went out to wander around.

Starlight filled the sky, falling gently and lingeringly in his eyes.

He doesn't like to face the night alone. The unknown ugliness are hidden in the night. The moon is like a single eye in the sky, unfathomable, watching the crimes committed by people.

It can be seen that he is twenty-three years older than he is, but he is actually a coward who is afraid of the dark.

He sorted out the news, and said to Zhan Shizhao: "The most well-informed person in the city is not the oiran lady, nor the gamblers in the cabinet, but the little lady of the Qi family in the back house. What a clever man, but his mouth is too loose."

Just following Qi Yu's carriage quietly, he could hear the secrets.

Zhan Shizhao said with a smile: "If Mrs. Song's mouth is broken like this, we won't have to worry for so long."

"It's strange to say that Mrs. Qi has never said many gossips about Mrs. Song. Didn't the two of them have friendship?"

"I haven't heard of any friendship," Zhan Shizhao made it clear to Song Huiyue, "I've only been a guest with the young lady of the Yan family once."

As soon as the words were finished, Zhang Xutang suddenly stopped in his tracks, fixed on the spot, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He looked like a patient returning to life, his face was flushed, two extremely bright lights came out from his eyes, and he reached out and grabbed Zhan Shizhao's skirt: "I know! I know!"

Zhan Shizhao made him step back abruptly: "What does the second master know?"

Zhang Xutang didn't answer, just spun around in circles, with a ferocious smile on his face, and a sinister and vicious soul, finally poking his head out of the floating skin.

He ran into the study with the corners of his clothes fluttering, lost the shoes he was pulling on his feet and didn't look at them, and plunged into the tabloids.

"I got it! I got it!"

Picking up one, looking at it hastily and throwing it away, picking up another one, looking at it and throwing it away, waving both hands: "No, no, this is not! No!"

Zhan Shizhao caught up and wanted to hold down Zhang Xutang: "Second Lord, slow down, tell me which one you want, and I'll find it."

Zhang Xutang turned a deaf ear and was completely immersed in his own thoughts. The tabloids made him lose one after another, all over the floor.

Sitting down on the ground, he rummaged through these old tabloids, until the black and white changed and the sky turned blue, he stopped his hands with a runny nose.

Clutching the tabloid tightly in his hand, he was trembling with excitement, his face flushed, and he pointed it to Zhan Shizhao: "This, this is it!"

Zhan Shizhao has been trying his best to accompany him by lighting the lamp and pouring tea. After listening to it, he quickly took it and watched it carefully by the firelight.

It's about a case four years ago.

It was Wang Xiyan, who was in office at the time, who was involved in the theft of official silver in Tanzhou, and was imprisoned. His son was also taken away at that time.

The child was too young, and had seen some cruel methods in the prison. After he came out, he suffered a serious illness and died within three days.

Zhan Shizhao read from the beginning to the end, trying to read the clues between the lines, but failed.

"Second Master, is this case strange?"

Zhang Xutang shook his head: "It's not that the case is strange, but that Wang Xiyun's wife is the eldest lady of the Qi family, and the eldest lady of the Qi family once had a relationship with the eldest lady of the Song family."

Zhan Shizhao stared at his two eyes that were almost unbearable: "And then?"

Zhang Xutang slapped him on the shoulder: "The Song family has a son who was imprisoned with Song Qi at the beginning. He was so frightened! Now Mrs. Qi's son is also imprisoned with his father. He was frightened to death. Whose handwriting do you think this is!"

He poked hard at the tabloid: "Look at the sentence mentioned above, it's exactly the same as the one in Song Qi's case file!"

Zhan Shizhao was almost taken aback by the slap.

With his mind back to his place, he sorted out Zhang Xutang's words word by word, and finally figured out the ins and outs from the lines.

(End of this chapter)