win the hairpin

Lu Shengyan suddenly thought of Yue Huaiyu whom she met today.

Yue Huaiyu was already engaged, to a son of the Pei family who did not make a statement, it seemed that because he had been engaged to the Zhang family, after the divorce, he could only settle for the next best thing.

At that time, Princess Yan asked Yue Huaiyu to accompany her to talk. After Princess Yan left, Yue Huaiyu said in a low voice: "Look at my eldest sister, does she look like a statue in a shrine? It's a pity that many people want to make a statue but can't."

She couldn't distinguish Yue Huaiyu's expression, whether it was disgust or jealousy, but now that she thought about it, she didn't want to be that statue.

As for King Jin, it was like a spring letter in the snow, both beautiful and cold, she didn't dare to touch it, just keep it properly.

After one night, Xie Zhou's article was written, the tabloid was printed, it sold quickly, and it flowed out of the capital in all directions, and finally reached Song Huiyue's hands.

Song Huiyue looked at what was written on this tabloid, and looked at Yin Xiao with complicated eyes: "I almost don't know you anymore."

Yin Xiao turned on the oil lamp, quickly glanced at the tabloid, showing a dazed look: "It says me and Yelu Qizhen?"

The tabloids are very exaggerated, saying that Yelu Qizhen is brave and good at fighting, and he uses one as ten, intending to kill the flag of the general, and Yinxiao uses one as a hundred, and An Xing fights fiercely. The two stabbed [-] rounds at Waqiao Pass, and they couldn't tell the winner. Eighteen kinds of weapons were changed, but none of them could tell the winner. They fought from dark to dawn, and then from dawn to dark. Finally, Yin Xiao gave up his weapon and killed Yelu Qizhen with his bare hands.

Among them, the scene of the fight is written eloquently, and the two of them can fly over the eaves and walk over the wall, soaring into the air, as if the author is watching the battle from the sidelines.

Song Huiyue put down the tabloid: "I'll go back to Tanzhou as soon as the matter is over. After traveling so many places, I think Tanzhou is very good."

Yin Xiao heard that she only said "I" and didn't count him in. She didn't say anything, but sat beside Song Huiyue calmly and gave her medicine to drink.

Song Huiyue drank the bitter medicine and felt very calm.

Yin Xiao joined the Forbidden Army, became Marquis of Du Yu, and took Li Jun as a personal soldier. His future prospects are limitless, and the day of returning to Beijing is just around the corner, and it won't be too long to break up with Zhang Xutang.

She knew that she would win, avenge her mother, and destroy the Zhang family defended by Zhang Xutang with her own hands. Everything was on the path she expected, so she could sit down and make a basket with peace of mind—but it was a pity. The state has no bamboo to weave.

The only thing I can't think about is the little Song family.

She loves that home, loves the family members, loves every plant and tree, every meal and every meal. Her happiness, joy, pain, and the source of all her emotions come from this home.

Without this little Song family, she would become a lonely ghost with nowhere to go.

Mrs. Song is gone, Song Qinghui has become a bluegrass, and the aunts are going to die, and Yin Xiao will also fly away from her in the future.

I can't think about the old days, and it hurts when I think about it.

She swallowed the last sip of medicine, with tears in her eyes, reached out and touched a piece of white caramel in her mouth: "It's really bitter."

Yin Xiao put on the charcoal fire, and the fire reflected Song Huiyue's plump face. She didn't go out today, and she was wearing an old cotton padded jacket. With sugar in her mouth, she gradually lost her mind.

After Yinxiao added the charcoal, he pulled out a roasted egg from the charcoal fire, clamped it with tongs and put it on the ground, rolled it twice, and when it was a little cooler, he peeled the eggshell in his hand and handed it to Song Huiyue.

After Song Huiyue ate the boiled eggs, Xie's hands and feet were a little weak: "When will this medicine last? When you rest and take a bath, we can go hunting."

Yin Xiao turned the sweet potato over with tongs, and said in a low voice, "The newly modified prescription prescribed fourteen doses, and I still have to eat ten doses."

Song Huiyue let out a long sigh.

"Why did you sigh so heavily?" Li Jun opened the door and slipped in, then quickly turned around and closed the door, shaking off a thin layer of snow from the top of his head and shoulders.

It was cold in Dingzhou early in the morning, and it became cold quickly after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the snow was falling.

"The medicine is bitter." Li Jun glanced at the medicine bowl, "Yin Xiao, hurry up and become a commander. The room of the commander is bigger than this."

As soon as Yin Xiao entered the Forbidden Army, they changed the barracks. The Forbidden Army really lived up to its reputation. The barracks were much stronger and more solid, but they were still small. There were four rooms. Right now, this one can only accommodate an Eight Immortals table, four benches, and a small table. A few, the stove should be placed under the table.

He sat down on the stool, poured a cup of hot tea and drank it in one gulp, stretched his hand under the table to warm it: "Lao He said that there is a businessman from Zhending who insists on seeing you, saying that he has something important to do. talk over."

Song Huiyue sat up straight: "Is there something important?"

What can't be said to He Jianghuai, must be said to her?
Li Jun lowered his voice—there are many good players in the Forbidden Army, he is much more careful in what he says and does than he was in the Xiang Army before, especially the Forbidden Army has stricter military discipline, and will not tolerate the underground scene walking under his nose.

"I asked the old man He Lai about his face, and chatted with Zhu Yiqun who sells rhino horns. Zhu Yiqun said that there must be an underground market there, and the goods sold are bigger than ours, and most of them are salt and iron porcelain. Ding Kiln Red Porcelain once appeared, and the Wan family was in charge of the underground market over there, and now Wan Xilai is in charge of the family, and the person who came this time is also surnamed Wan, so it should be the Wan family."

Song Huiyue's stagnant heart stirred up a little wave: "Hmm... The Wan family, do you want to eat us or join hands?"

She is a newcomer to the Dingzhou business market, and she doesn't know much about these intricate big merchants. After thinking for a while, she made the worst plan.

"Where does this Wan family live?"

"I live in Wu's house in Plum Blossom Lane in the city. They said they'll wait for us for three days. I think I'll see you anyway, but you have to arrange people in advance."

"Well, then I'll meet you the night after tomorrow." Song Huiyue also meant the same thing and nodded.

Li Jun and Yin Xiao took leave and went to the city to make arrangements with He Jianghuai. Another day later, Song Huiyue changed out of the bloated cotton-padded clothes, put on a plain dress, tied a white fox fur cape, and put on a thick The hood, and Yin Xiao rode into the city.

Tian Jiguang was waiting in a carriage at the gate of the city early, let Song Huiyue and the others get into the carriage, drove all the way to the place, put down the horse stool, and opened the curtain.

Yin Xiao jumped down first, looked around, and saw that there were people standing on his side in the dark and in the corner, so he stretched out his hand to help Song Huiyue out.

Song Huiyue got out of the carriage, and saw that this was a quiet house. Two red paper gardenia lamps were picked out at the door, and candles were already lit inside. One could tell it was the house of a private prostitute.

Yin Xiao stepped forward to knock on the door, someone inside answered, a maid came out and opened the door, she was taken aback when she saw a little lady standing outside the door, before she recovered, a blue round collar came out of the room The man in the big-sleeve shirt walked up to Song Huiyue with strides: "The distinguished guest is here, so please welcome him from a distance."

This person folded the golden folding fan in his hand, flicked his sleeves chicly, turned to the side, and made a gesture of invitation: "My Lord Wan Yun, please come in, let's have three cups together first."

This time it was Song Huiyue's turn to be dumbfounded.

The visitor looked like a young man with a slender stature, handsome features, a neat and unrestrained manner, and a suave posture, but he was actually a woman.