win the hairpin

Chapter 54 The Song and Zhang Negotiations
The two were silent for a while.

Song Huiyue's silence meant nothing to say, and Zhang Xutang's silence meant that he was sure of victory. Among the two, only Jin Wang Bafeng remained unmoved, and was still happy sitting in his other villa.

In the end, it was Zhang Xutang who broke the situation first: "My lady, please."

Song Huiyue's butt was inseparable from the chair, and she had no intention of getting up.

If Zhang Xutang wanted to give King Jin a dead end, he had to use her. After careful consideration, she is still a treasure now, so she should be able to negotiate some conditions.

She calmed down a lot: "You have to let my family go before I can help you."

"Then what should I threaten you with?" Zhang Xutang kindly said the cruel truth, "If you don't leave, then I'll kill one right now."

He said it as if he wanted to kill pigs and cattle.

People in the Song family—it should be said that most people in this world cannot be called human beings in his eyes. They have no name or surname, and they are no different from cattle and horses.

However, Song Huiyue's reaction made him give her a high look. The scene he had imagined at this time should be Song Huiyue crying bitterly in front of him, begging bitterly, or unable to recognize reality clearly, hysterical. She is so knowledgeable about current affairs that she even talked about the conditions with him.

Just because of this, he can regard Song Huiyue as a famous person.

If there is no King Jin in the middle, he can let the Song family's small house continue to survive in Tanzhou.

It's a pity that this small house can't bear the many dignitaries and is about to collapse.

He asked Song Huiyue with a half-smile: "Which one do you think is better to kill? I will listen to you - I am so kind to you."

Song Huiyue smiled and looked straight into his eyes: "Okay."

Her answer was unexpected, Zhang Xuzhang was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhan Shizhao: "Did she agree?"

Zhan Shizhao nodded: "Yes."

He felt uneasy, just looking at the people in the room, no one was crying, he was flustered.

I always feel that tonight will not go well.

Zhang Xutang shook his head back like a rattle: "Interesting."

It's so interesting.

Then he asked curiously, "Who do you choose?"

Song Huiyue folded her hands in her sleeves, shuddered, and replied: "Me."

Zhang Xutang leaned on the back of the chair disappointedly: "No, you are playing smart and you have failed my expectations."

"I don't let you down." Song Huiyue smiled, and suddenly pulled out a sharp knife from her sleeve, and put it on her neck without saying a word.

Her movement was so sudden that Zhang Xutang fell backward in shock, the chair fell to the ground with a bang, and he fell out together with him.

The guard drew his saber sharply, and the saber's light came straight to Song Huiyue, Yin Xiao jumped forward to block Song Huiyue.

"Stop," Zhang Xutang got up from the ground, slapped his clothes twice, his mouth was so open that an egg could be stuffed in, "You really impress me, but the knife should be placed on the enemy's neck, not on the enemy's neck." own neck."

"Taught," Song Huiyue nodded, "I'll put the knife on your neck when I'm capable."

She raised her neck and gently retracted the knife, bloodstains immediately appeared on the delicate skin.

Beads of blood oozed from the blade and dripped onto the skirt, like red plum blossoms embroidered on white clothes.

The folding fan "cracked" in Zhang Xutang's palm, especially clear in the quiet night, like a drum beating in people's hearts.

Every time he took a shot, everyone's hearts trembled.

All the people in the main room held their breath and didn't even move their feet. They stood still in the same place, waiting for Zhang Xutang to think clearly and figure out a way out, or a way out.

Yin Xiao held the knife tightly and stood by Song Huiyue's side all the time, her palms were sticky and greasy, and she couldn't tell whether it was blood or sweat.

The moon cast a layer of faint light and shadow, illuminating his hair, eyebrows and eyes, which looked tense to the end.

After a while, Zhang Xutang sighed, "It's so pitiful."

Song Huiyue nodded inconveniently, and only replied: "Yes."

It's really pitiful, like a fish on a cutting board, with a knife hanging ruthlessly above its head, and the fish can only jerk up to show its struggle.

The knife will eventually fall.

The night was dark and the light was dim. Zhang Xuzhang was concentrating on thinking about killing people and exterminating them. Two shadows fell from his eyelashes. He was a little more majestic than his usual cynical appearance, but he was still lacking in spirit.

"Your mother or your brother, which one do you want to choose?"

He had a thoughtful thought in a short period of time. Mrs. Song and Song Qinghui were both Song Huiyue's weaknesses. As for the first-class aunt and maid, they did not belong to human beings in his eyes.

"Also," he added, "don't bargain, don't think too highly of yourself, I don't have this only way to go, I don't particularly care about your life or death."

There was a look of hostility between his brows, no matter whose neck the knife rested on, he was the one being threatened.

Song Huiyue was very indifferent, this kind of result was also expected by her, and said kindly: "Let my brother go."

Aunt Lin said anxiously: "Miss, it's impossible! How can the uncle know the way by himself, and there are kidnappers outside, so it's better for the wife to go!"

She thought that if the wife went out, at least she could report a letter. Everyone would have a chance to live, sir. Where can he go? If he is hungry, tired, or lost, what should he do? Where can he find him.

Thinking of this, she looked at Mrs. Song more and more anxiously.

Mrs. Song smiled wryly, thinking that after a long time in peace, Aunt Lin's speech became increasingly rough, and her mind seemed to have degenerated.

Unless Zhang Xutang let the wine soak his brain, it is impossible to give them a chance to report.

Tonight is doomed to be a bloodbath, and only one can escape.

Aunt Wang understood everything from Mrs. Song's expression, and she said to the anxious Aunt Lin: "Clean up for the uncle."

After hearing this, Aunt Lin somehow figured it out, shed tears, and went to collect the soft goods and money for Song Qinghui with trembling hands.

The others were all dumbstruck, numb with fear, and had no tears to shed.

Zhang Xutang raised his hands, "slapped" a rampant mosquito to death, and scratched his face: "Since we have decided, let's go."

Song Huiyue looked at him: "How do I go? I don't trust you, I'm afraid you'll play tricks."

Zhang Xutang had a tricky face, no matter what he said, he couldn't believe it, and he also knew that Song Huiyue couldn't convince him, so he spread his hands and said, "You decide."

Song Huiyue said: "Take the water route, send Qinghui to the pier first, and charter a big boat. After the boat sails, we will stay on the pier for a quarter of an hour."

The big ship hangs its sails directly on the clouds to help the sea, and the shadows that can run in a quarter of an hour are gone.

Zhang Xutang wanted to chase him, but he couldn't.

After finishing speaking, she looked up at Zhang Xutang, hoping that Zhang Xutang could make a decision as soon as possible—she held the knife in her hand, and her fingers and arms were all numb.

Zhang Xutang moved the chair closer to her and smelled the smell on her body. It wasn't fragrance, but the smell of paper-wrapped incense. He wanted to be contaminated with this smell and avoid the harassment of mosquitoes.

Instead of looking at Song Huiyue's expression, he thought carefully for himself, and after thinking about it, he nodded: "Okay."

After agreeing, he waved to the guards beside him: "Bring the Song family uncle out."

(End of this chapter)