win the hairpin

Chapter 62 Xiaowei Visits Biechang

When Song Huiyue and Xiaowei arrived in front of Zhuangzi, King of Jin, they had just arrived at Maoshi.

The sky is blue between black and white, covering everything, it is the quietest moment of the day, every plant and tree bows their heads, waiting for the sun to rise.

The dogs are all asleep.

A high wall encloses the Biezhuang. There is a solid racecourse inside, and there are also winding mountain peaks and pool banks, but no matter what kind of scenery, they are all locked inside the door.

The beauty is isolated from the world, and the beauty and the king of Jin are also hidden in it.

Xiao Wei coughed, grabbed the bronze beast ring on the door, and patted it three times.

As the sound of knocking on the door echoed in the dawn, Song Huiyue's heart became more and more uneasy.

There are many capable people around King Jin, usually when she goes to the palace, someone rushes to report back to King Jin as soon as she goes out, You Song or Huang Ting must have greeted him early, but today she didn't see anyone.

The heavy door opened, revealing the true face of Biezhuang.

Outside, the city is full of fire, and the situation is changing, but the years in Biezhuang are quiet and good, just like before, from the gate guarding the gate to the scenery on the villa, all are old.

There are no lanterns hanging outside the door, but there are many sarongs hanging inside the door, with candles inside, clean and bright, extending from the door to the end of the road, like a wandering dragon.

The late autumn wind roared back and forth through the open door, blowing the shadows of Song Huiyue and Xiao Wei trembling.

When Menzi saw Song Huiyue, he immediately nodded and smiled: "The eldest lady is here, come in quickly."

After all, he smiled politely at "Du Lan" and welcomed him in together.

With a sound of "buzz", the door closed, the villa was wide and deep, and the figures of the two people looked extremely small.

It didn't seem like the two of them broke into the Bie Zhuang with ulterior motives, but it seemed that the Bie Zhuang swallowed the two of them in one gulp.

The two of them didn't feel it when they stood outside the door, but when they came in, they were both sweating in layers.

Xiaowei felt uneasy, but he had already rehearsed the situation in his head thousands of times, so he was still calm and composed.

The drawings of King Jin's Biezhuang had been sent to the official secretary in Kyoto for a final check after the construction was completed, and some internal servants were also ordered to come to check whether there was any violation of the regulations. He was very clear about the situation inside.

Although it is clear, every step he takes is taking his life.

And Song Huiyue also seemed to have returned to the night ten years ago. She had been on the boat for a long time, and when she got off the boat and walked, she always felt that her feet were not firm.

Every step is soft, every word is empty, and even the breath is unreal.

If King Jin appeared in front of her at this time, she would even feel that King Jin would run away in the rain and mud with her on his back.

The two walked in, one on the left and the other on the right. The patrolling guards turned a blind eye to them, and they also rushed in confidently, as if they were really the masters of the place.

Xiao Wei thought to himself that he could drive straight here, probably not because of Du Lan's face, but Mrs. Song.

She is unimpeded in King Jin's territory, she can go anywhere, even if she walks to King Jin's bedside with a knife, no one will stop her.

Mrs. Song let alone bring Du Lan, Du Hong, Du Zi, and Du Hei will bring Du Hong, Du Zi, and Du Hei together, and no one will ask more questions.

After he figured it out, his courage also rose with the tide, and asked the little servant who came over: "Is Prince Hiccup in Jingouyuan or in Xie Lanxiang? The eldest lady asked the prince for a drink. No, it's something. I want a drink. drink two"

"At Xie Lanxiang." The servant pointed out where King Jin was located respectfully.

Xiao Wei is like a living map, as long as he listens to it, he can outline Xie Lanxiang's location in his mind, walking faster and faster.

On the other hand, Song Huiyue put on a submissive attitude on the surface, and kept a dozen secret signals in her heart to confront the King of Jin, and thought of three or four ways to get out of the predicament. Without poisoning, the hostages can be rescued, and Zhang Xutang can be counterattacked.

It's just that before that, she faintly felt the strange desertedness in the villa.

There was no one from Xianhan's family, these guards and servants knew her, but she looked at them strangely, as if they were not the people who usually followed King Jin.

Besides, she has already come here, why hasn't she seen Huang Ting or You Song?
The oiran lady didn't even send out a gust of fragrance, and there was no trace of her.

Song Huiyue was puzzled and deeply disturbed, so she glanced at Xiaowei.

She suddenly asked, "Are you afraid of death?"

Once King Jin died, no one in Biezhuang could escape.

As he walked, Xiao Wei played with the bamboo whistle on his waist, which could produce countless tones.

Regardless of success or failure, he can use the bamboo whistle to convey the message. If the bamboo whistle does not sound, it is also a failure.

"Don't be afraid, I have a lot of people in my family, and the Zhang family also gives me a lot of money—very much."

"Oh." Song Huiyue fell silent.

He is not afraid of death, and he doesn't want money, as long as his family lives well, coercion and temptation are useless to him.

The two walked to Xie Lanxiang separately, the courtyard door was closed, and it was very quiet inside, Xiao Wei reached out to knock on the door.

Thanks to Song Huiyue, the door opened as soon as it knocked.

There were a dozen pots of orchids in the yard. Xie Zhoujin pulled on his shoes and used a pair of scissors to cut these orchids into various shapes.

He has no one to talk about here, he is so depressed that he is going crazy, he can only harm flowers and plants.

At this time, he didn't move the orchid anymore, but kept staring at the red-hot sky.

He was so engrossed that he didn't realize that Song Huiyue had arrived. He was shocked when Song Huiyue called him: "Sister Yue?"

Song Huiyue moved her fingers: "Mynah, what's wrong with you?"

"Brother Zhou," Xie Zhou moved his stiff hands and feet, seeing Song Huiyue as casually as meeting his big sister, "I'm looking at where the fire is, and counting, there are more fires this year than last year—— The year is not over yet, Zhu Guangli is going to die of worry."

There are too many fires, and state officials have to apologize.

Then he looked at "Du Lan": "Why did you come with sister Yue? Did something happen in the city?"

Xiao Wei shrugged his shoulders and hunchbacked, not showing his face to him, and replied with some drunkenness: "The eldest lady has something to do with the prince."

"You don't go to my father with her if you have something to do, what are you doing here!" Xie Zhou frowned immediately, and reprimanded him with a snot in his nose, "Can you take your brain out of the wine gourd and use it! Ah? Ming Knowing that the prince is not here, find something for me!"

After scolding repeatedly, he looked at Song Huiyue again, and put on a friendly face of an older brother: "What's wrong?"

Just as he was about to ask Song Huiyue if he had been bullied by the Huang family, he suddenly found that Song Huiyue was in a daze, not even rolling her eyes.

King Jin is not here—not even in Tanzhou City at all.

A bolt from the blue struck Song Huiyue's heart, all hopes in her heart were quickly shattered, and despair and haze shrouded her mind.

She became very dull, and could only see the equally shocked Xiao Wei stretching his hands to his waist and unfastening a bamboo whistle, probably to send a message.

In a mess of thoughts, she rushed forward, knocked Xiaowei to the ground, and kicked the bamboo whistle far away.

Xiao Wei toppled her, raised his hands and sent them to his mouth—he also whistled.

(End of this chapter)