win the hairpin

Chapter 68 venting anger
Even Song Huiyue can run out of this wretched place, who knows where she will hide when she goes down the mountain!
Zhang Xutang was furious, his blood was surging, and he also rolled out.

However, as soon as the two feet fell, the wind hit him and he couldn't breathe, so he rolled back without hesitation.

The son of a thousand gold can't sit still, he cherishes his own life, let alone put himself in such danger.

But he couldn't watch Song Huiyue escape from under his nose.

This is not a girl, but an untamed beast. Once it escapes from his cage, it will immediately bring him endless danger.

Thinking of this, he dragged a stool and smashed the window into pieces, then stretched out half of his body with the stool, and threw the stool down without thinking.

The stool rolled all the way down, falling from the stone to the branch, and then from the branch to the stone. The bumps were ridiculous, and one leg of the stool fell off.

However, it is extremely effective.

Stools, stool legs, stones, dust, and branches all fell on Song Huiyue's body.

Song Huiyue couldn't retreat or advance, so she could only dodge to one side.

The gravel almost fell close to her head.

Zhang Xutang watched from above, patted the window lattice and laughed loudly: "It's beautiful, it's beautiful! It's more beautiful than throwing copper coins!"

After laughing, his gaze became more severe, and he picked up a stool again and threw it down.

If you can't capture Song Huiyue alive, let her die.

For the enemy, what he pursues is to cut the weeds and root them out!

He couldn't hit this stool, but he still had two, and the stool was no good, and there were god statues, and various objects, all of which could kill Song Huiyue.

And Song Huiyue was hanging in the mid-air, already at the end of her strength, and looked up again.

Zhang Xutang's smiling face was dazzling and cold-blooded.

She withdrew her gaze, lowered her head and looked down. Below was the abyss and the river, and there were no bones left that could eat her.

The moment the stool fell, she let go of her hand.

At the same time, Zhang Xutang's guard team arrived late, and the boss of the guard team stepped forward: "Second Master."

Before he had time to report how he and others got rid of King Jin's eyeliner, he endured Zhang Xutang's fury and got a big mouth.

After the crisp slap in the face, Zhang Xutang raised his leg and gave him another sweet kick: "Trash!"

Everything he planned failed, and now Song Huiyue couldn't even be killed, but let her jump down by herself!
Being used to doing evil, he knew that if he didn't die with his own eyes, there was a possibility of surviving.

The guard knew that Zhang Xutang had suffered a crushing defeat, and this kick could only be regarded as a speck of dust in his heart, so he knelt down and did not dare to say anything.

Zhang Xutang stiffened his neck, took a deep breath, stretched his fingers out of the window, and issued a dark order: "Zhang Lin, take half of the people to find Mrs. Song, if you want to see the dead or dead, until you find it! The rest follow me back to the city!"

He tried his best to calm down and not think about this long failure and pain. Now he needs to go back to Tanzhou to see what the fire has brought him and what he will do next.

When going down the mountain, there are woodcutters singing folk songs on the mountain road.

"Lighting lamps in high mountains is not afraid of the wind, and cutting firewood in deep mountains is not afraid of dragons! If you don't have the heart, even if you are an official, if you have the heart, you will not be afraid of the poverty of the Lang family!"

The elder brother who sang has a brisk, clear and loud voice, echoing in the mountains.

This happiness stimulated Zhang Xutang and doubled his pain, because his mind was still very clear, the pain became more and more magnified, and when it got bigger and bigger, his eyes turned black involuntarily.

He immediately asked people to arrest this inappropriate person.

Song Huiyue was not easy to catch, but the woodcutter who sang folk songs was trembling and caught him without a fight.

Zhang Xutang held the horsewhip, and shot the woodcutter's face coldly: "Who asked you to sing?"

Faced with so many knives, the woodcutter became timid, his eyes stared straight, his legs trembled, and his hands waved together: "I won't sing, I won't sing again!"

"Never sing again?" Zhang Xutang rolled his eyes slowly, and said in a low voice, "Only the dead will never sing again."

Anyone who stands in the way of their Zhang family will die - including Song Huiyue.

Thinking of this, he couldn't stay still any longer, so he had the woodcutter tied up, dragged behind the horse, and immediately set off to return to the city.

"drive!"

The yellow-flowered horse raised its hooves and flipped its palms, and flew away in the dust.

The woodcutter's screams spread to Zhang Xutang's ears along the wind. Amidst his wailing and begging for mercy, Zhang Xutang's anger and pain were calmed down, and his mind gradually cleared up.

The guards just followed him on horseback, watching with cold eyes.

The woodcutter's hair was worn away, his scalp suffered, and there was a long scarlet trail of blood on the mud. The worse he was, the more at ease the others were, because the woodcutter was Zhang Xutang's punching bag and their scapegoat. .

On the way, Zhang Xutang threw away this shattered hapless ghost. After returning to the city, he had already conceived a new plan in his head, and sent out three letters like a devil.

Luo Huiniang was the first to be delivered.

Luo Huiniang was attending Huang Wenqiu's funeral at Huang's house, the house was smoky, blowing and beating, white cloths were hung all over the floor, the crying was piercing, the cursing was louder than the suona, and everyone who heard it was moved.

It was Xiao Chen's crying and cursing, and the crying mother invited was not as sincere as her.

She cried that her life was miserable, that her son had a bright future, why did she just go like this, scolded Luo Huiniang for being a broom star and funeral star, and scolded the uncle of the Huang family who suddenly appeared, who hadn't shown up when he was an orphan and widow, but now he is a poor family Here they are, the Song family who bullied them has already been punished by the present world, and they are ordered to be burned to death, and the others cannot escape.

He wanted to scold Zhu Guangli for taking human lives for nothing, but thinking of Mrs. Zhu, he might not be his opponent, so he mumbled the past with a sob.

Luo Huiniang is like a wooden sculpture of clay. As the bride of the Huang family, she should go out to entertain guests, but she really can't move.

No strength, unprecedented fatigue, even just moving a little bit, drinking saliva is very strenuous.

When Xiao Chen scolded her for being a bastard, she didn't even sneer.

It's not that she also feels unlucky, but guilty and regretful.

It was as if I tried my best to scoop up a handful of water, but in the end, my hands were empty.

Besides, it's very embarrassing.

Xiao Chen's life is bitter, so is she not miserable?

The wealth and men that others can get at their fingertips, how come to her, they are so out of reach.

Zhang Xutang's letter was delivered to her by a young monk who was doing a funeral ceremony. She slowly opened it and read it. Every word in the letter was filled with venom, like the devil's whispering, and it quietly entered Luo Huiniang's ears. .

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and the strength was transmitted continuously from the letter to her body. She stood up, but she stood up too fast, her eyes darkened for a while, she hurriedly supported the table and closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the little monk And the letter is gone.

"Auntie!" She strode quickly and went out to find Mrs. Chen, and she wanted to do a big thing.

After finishing this matter, she will go to Kyoto, where she will be a brand new her.

For the other two letters, one was sent to Yan Shuaisi, and the other was sent to Cao Si Panke.

Three letters, opened a big net, and could catch Song Huiyue, a big fish, at any time.

(End of this chapter)