win the hairpin

Chapter 55
After giving the order, Zhang Xutang got up and was about to leave.

Song Huiyue stood up, her heart was beating very loudly in her chest, she was not sure about Zhang Xutang, using herself as a bargaining chip, she was ready to die.

The guards drew up the curtain, and Song Qinghui was asleep with his eyes still blindfolded. One guard picked him up, and the other carried a small bag.

"Sister Yue!" Mrs. Song beckoned inside, "Come, add some clothes."

Song Huiyue glanced at Zhang Xutang, Zhang Xutang snorted coldly: "Mother-in-law."

Not stopping, just allowing, Song Huiyue strode in and threw herself into Mrs. Song's arms.

"Auntie!"

Mrs. Song choked up, stroked her neck wound carefully, and hugged Song Huiyue tightly in her arms.

She is too thin, her bones are too hard, and her little moon hurts: "Child, does it hurt?"

Song Huiyue shook her head with tears in her eyes: "It doesn't hurt."

Mrs. Song let go of her, took off her cloak and tied it around her body, and said softly, "My mother doesn't hurt either."

After tying it up, she bent down and straightened Song Huiyue's collar and hair, and whispered in Song Huiyue's ear: "When you see the prince, run for your life."

"Mother?" Song Huiyue's eyes widened.

Mrs. Song patted her with tears in her eyes: "Be obedient."

Song Huiyue understood what "A Niang doesn't hurt" meant, she trembled her lips, opened her eyes wide, trying not to let the tears fall, but the tears were still falling down, her ears were buzzing, and she was sobbing out of breath.

The two aunts also understood everything, and wept in pairs.

Aunt Lin stepped forward to grab Song Huiyue's hand and squeezed it hard. Aunt Wang smiled tearfully and nodded at Song Huiyue.

"Hurry up!" Zhang Xutang urged outside, with a very impatient tone.

Song Huiyue wiped away her tears, hugged the two aunts, and walked out firmly. Yin Xiao followed her closely. Seeing the blood on her hand, she thought that the eldest lady had never hidden a knife in her sleeve. The knife cut the hand.

He wanted to follow, but Song Huiyue asked him to stay here and wait for the opportunity.

He listens to her.

At the same time, he also wanted Song Huiyue to give him a hug.

However, Song Huiyue just looked back at him, and through her eyes, she handed over the burden on her body to Yin Xiao's hands.

Yin Xiao nodded at her across the crowd, with a dignified face and strong eyes, holding the knife tightly, taking over the burden.

Song Huiyue walked out the door with Zhang Xutang, and stepped on the bluestone slab of Hengyu Street. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she couldn't say anything to Zhang Xutang.

In the end, she took a deep, deep breath of cold air, and exhaled it out again, the breath was warm, as if the cold air had turned into her warm blood.

She already knew what court strife was like, but she didn't expect to be dragged in again. There were so many people around King Jin, but Zhang Xutang still grabbed her.

What will King Jin do when he sees King Jin?
Can he turn the tide?
must be able to.

The carriage was already ready, the guards carried Song Qinghui up first, Zhang Xutang asked Song Huiyue to go up first, and after Song Huiyue also went up and sat down, he got into the carriage and sat down next to Song Huiyue, keeping his eyes on the left and right all the time .

The coachman grabbed the reins, raised and lowered, and the horse's hooves sounded, and the carriage moved accordingly, carrying the three important people to the pier.

The small Song family left behind a bunch of Song family members. Zhan Shizhao sat down, staring at the Song family, listening to the outside, thinking about Zhang Xutang.

He thought that although Zhang Xutang has been soaked in the pile of fat and powder all year round, he is very careful when he does bad things, he will not let go of any clues, and he is ruthless and merciless when he hurts others. Very safe.

Zhang Xutang didn't know that he was Zhan Shizhao's reassurance, and he was looking at Song Qinghui in the carriage.

Song Qinghui woke up by bumping his head against the car wall. He rubbed his head and opened his eyes in a daze. When he saw Song Huiyue beside him, he immediately relaxed and ignored the others.

"Sister, where are we going?"

Song Huiyue replied calmly: "Go and buy medicine for Auntie, and sit here with me."

Song Qinghui sat down next to Song Huiyue, and yawned big: "I know Auntie is sick, and I'm going to buy medicine. I'll buy the sugar rice cakes for Auntie. Auntie likes to eat."

"Ah."

Zhang Xutang had never seen a fool in his life, and he was very curious. He bent down and took out a lantern from under the seat, took off the chige lampshade, lit the candle with a torch, and then put the lampshade back on. The carriage suddenly became bright.

Song Qinghui pointed at the lantern, feeling less sleepy: "I have a candle, too, and I'll save it for the Lantern Festival."

Song Huiyue nodded: "Okay, I'll buy you a few more for the Lantern Festival, and we'll make lanterns ourselves."

Zhang Xutang looked at him and saw that he was wearing a maroon muslin round neck shirt, his hair was braided hastily and simply tied together, his face was white and clean, his eyes were exactly the same as Song Huiyue's, both big and round.

From this point of view, he is a lovable young master, not stupid, but rather straightforward.

To be able to teach a fool to such a lovable field, I don't know how much effort the Song family has spent on him.

Zhang Xutang bent down to dig out from the cabinet again, and took out a large bag of glutinous rice sugar milk cake, which was tied with a thin hemp rope. He untied the hemp rope, took out a piece, smelled it, tasted it, and handed it to Song Qinghui : "It's not bad, eat it."

Song Qinghui looked at Song Huiyue: "Sister?"

Song Huiyue nodded, and he immediately happily took the sugar milk cake: "Thank you brother."

Zhang Xutang also has an older brother, but because he is unpopular, his older brother shuns him. Looking at him is like looking at a poisonous snake, and he has no chance to act like a baby to his older brother.

"Fool." He muttered.

The two Songs ignored him.

Song Qinghui liked to eat sweet things very much. He stuffed the half piece of sugar milk cake into his mouth and chewed it carefully for a long time, swallowing it reluctantly, wanting to eat another piece very much.

Holding the paper bag, Zhang Xutang said to him, "Come here, I'll give you all to eat."

Song Qinghui didn't want to leave Song Huiyue, so he had no choice but to hold back his greed, and snuggled up to Song Huiyue, looking at Zhang Xutang pitifully.

Zhang Xutang gave him another piece, and he took it in his hand with great care. Instead of eating it in one bite, he took small bites, and rolled his eyes with a smile every time he took a bite, which shows that eating candy is very important to him. Happy thing.

After taking two bites, he broke off a little and handed it to Song Huiyue: "It's delicious."

Song Huiyue took it and stuffed it into her mouth, but she couldn't taste it because her heart was so heavy with worries.

Zhang Xutang thought it was interesting, so he couldn't stop feeding. The carriage was filled with a sweet smell, and the haze and cold wind were swept away on the surface. It was very warm, and all the swords, lights and swords were isolated outside the carriage.

While feeding, he asked Song Huiyue: "If your father had voted for the King of Yan at that time, it would be a different situation now."

Song Huiyue squinted: "As an afterthought."

No one can predict the prophet, time, luck, fate, the three are not in control.

Zhang Xutang handed another piece of sugar milk cake to Song Qinghui: "Yes, but now that I pass the opportunity to you, how about you Song family coming under my Zhang family?"

After that, he also took a piece of cake to Song Huiyue.

(End of this chapter)