win the hairpin

Chapter 87 The Prince and the Wild Boy
Song Huiyue stood up obediently, and led the men and horses to roll out of Zhang's house in a grandiose manner.

The night is quiet, and the moonlight in late autumn is always cold and indifferent, hanging in the sky dangerously, and it will be covered by dark clouds at any time.

"Yin Xiao, let's go home and have a look."

Her voice was low, like tears.

Yin Xiao followed her loyally, whether it was the mountain of swords or the sea of ​​fire, they were all behind Song Huiyue.

Hengyu Street is still in ruins. Burnt wood is stacked on the black ground, and some porcelain is black and upside down. It is impossible to distinguish the previous use.

It has become an open-air grave.

The Song family is the same as other families, only a rough location is left, without fire, it is difficult to distinguish.

You Song whispered to the people around him: "Bring me a lamp."

The man hurried to "borrow" a lantern, You Song took it in his hand, walked forward quickly, and lit it on the ground.

The sudden light made Song Huiyue find her place again. She walked to the house, thinking that there should be a osmanthus tree planted here.

Doors, windows, and walls were erected in her heart. She walked up the Chaoshou corridor, walked to the courtyard, and saw a pile of burnt bamboo tubes among the ruins.

These are used by Song Qinghui to hold bugs like ants and grasshoppers.

Song Huiyue squatted down, trying to pick one up, but the bamboo tube looked intact, and it shattered when she touched it.

Her home was gone, an ashes that would run away when the wind blows.

This is her carefully cherished home, where she eats, sleeps, cries, laughs, scolds, and beats her brother.

Grandma Liu said she wanted to live here for the elderly, and Uncle Lin planted a woody flower with his own hands. Aunt Wu said that the bamboo plates she wove are the best, and she often steamed meat with dried vegetables in the sun. it is good.

There is often laughter and singing here.

Now it's all gone, all the traces of the home and the years have been burned, and there is no more.

"Silver Sky."

Yin Xiao squatted down and knelt in front of Song Huiyue on one knee.

"Hey," Song Huiyue sighed, "It's all gone. It's a pity that Zhang Xutang was almost killed."

Yin Xiao had a dull pain in his heart, but his words were poor, and he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only kneel in the dust in silence.

Just when the two were silent, King Jin came out of the darkness wearing a moon-white round-neck and large-sleeved shirt. Huang Ting held a lantern beside him, and the yellow light spread out around him, reflecting his fair complexion nice.

"My lord." You Song and the others hurriedly bowed their heads in salute.

Song Huiyue and Yin Xiao also stood up.

King Jin strode forward and hugged Song Huiyue in his arms.

"It's okay," he rubbed Song Huiyue's back, "We can still rebuild, it's okay, everything will be fine."

Song Huiyue smelled a faint scent of benzoin on him.

She doesn't know how long King Jin has been here, the autumn is thicker, and the dew is deeper, but King Jin's clothes are still thin, his chest and shoulders are hard, but the temperature and fragrance of his body come out from under the fabric, making them all soft shape.

"It's okay, let's start again." King Jin comforted softly.

Song Huiyue couldn't bear it any longer, pressed her forehead hard against his shoulder, and cried out loudly.

Big drops of tears fell into the ashes, she cried and trembled all over.

It's so sad and indignant, I hate it too much, how can there be people like Zhang Xutang in the world, the Song family has already retreated, and she is going to get married, why must the little Song family be dragged into their great cause to go.

Qinghui is also taken away now.

Song Huiyue's tears rolled down until the end, and shivering with cold, she struggled out of King Jin's arms. She looked at King Jin and knew that King Jin, like Tanzhou City, was undergoing drastic changes.

King Jin still had tens of thousands of words to say, but Song Huiyue sneezes all his words.

A group of people hurried back to the palace.

After sending Song Huiyue back to Zhuxizhai, the King of Jin looked at Yinxiao, patted Yinxiao on the shoulder vigorously, and praised: "Good boy, you have good skills, Mrs. Song has you to protect me, I don't worry about it." few."

At the same time, he secretly said in his heart: "The wild boy of unknown origin, the little poor man, who only knows how to fight and kill, dares to think about my moon."

Yin Xiao stepped back half a step, and replied in a dignified manner: "Thank you for your appreciation, my lord, please go slowly."

At the same time, he secretly said in his heart: "A scheming conspirator, no wonder he can't even get a wife, so he will be a bachelor for the rest of his life."

He told King Jin to walk slowly, but King Jin had no intention of leaving at all.

"Do you still have the habit of living in the palace?" Jin Wang asked Huang Ting to move a high-ranking chair, sat outside the door of Zhuxi Zhai, and asked Yin Xiao kindly.

The word Wangfu, which he bit heavily, was a warning and a reminder.

Yin Xiao's mind and language are much simpler: "I'm used to living in the old lady's place."

The two of them were between Song Huiyue and it was inconvenient to speak coldly, so the yin and yang were strange, and they all became unlovable things.

You Song heard it in his ears, saw it in his eyes, and smiled in his heart, he only hated that Master Xie was not here.

Otherwise, with Xie Baye's mouth, seeing this situation, he should vomit a lot.

"You Song, you and Yin Xiao also go to wash, they are covered in blood, don't scare Mrs. Song." King Jin also realized that he had lost his composure, and moved out Mrs. Song's big Buddha, and put Yin Xiao, a difficult little devil, send away.

The little ghost followed You Song away.

Now Yin Xiao and You Song live in the same yard, they wash themselves together, after cleaning, they sit face to face and eat.

You Song ate very little, he didn't want to admit that he was getting old, but seeing Yin Xiao who was devouring him, he really felt that his appetite was gradually getting smaller.

This is a sign of getting old.

Just like Du Lan, who is also very young, after receiving such a fatal injury, he can still breathe a sigh of relief, and he has survived until now.

If it was him, I am afraid that he would have died long ago.

Waiting for Yin Xiao to drink the last sip of soup while holding the bowl upside down, he asked, "What did you say in that dead man's ear?"

Yin Xiao wiped his mouth and said, "Ten taels."

"Huh?" You Song was puzzled at first, but then realized that he was talking about answering a question.

"You are simply robbing! Wasn't it five taels before?"

Yin Xiao said confidently: "I'm short of money now."

You Song had no choice but to take out a big silver coin and put it on the table: "What did you say in that dead man's ear?"

In the painting hall, he saw with his own eyes that Yin Xiao said a very short sentence to the dead man, and then the dead man became dull for a moment, and Yin Xiao took this opportunity to kill him.

If not, Yin Xiao might not be the opponent of this dead man.

In terms of sword skills, Yin Xiao can't even compare with him.

Yin Xiao put away the silver and replied, "I called his name."

This answer was beyond You Song's expectation, he was tongue-tied and looked at Yin Xiao.

A dead man has no name.

How did he know the dead man's name?

Have you ever been a dead soldier together?
Or did you meet when you were a child?

He hurried to get the silver bag: "How do you know?"

Yin Xiao didn't plan to earn any more money from him, so he stood up and walked out.

You Song ran after him: "I pay twenty taels!"

Yin Xiao turned a deaf ear and just walked forward.

"Fifty taels! One hundred taels! If it's not enough, add more! Why are you going?"

"Twelve."

Overjoyed, You Song took out twelve taels and stuffed them into Yin Xiao's hands: "Say it quickly."

Yin Xiao said: "I'll go to the eldest lady and see if she has anything to tell me."

"Who asked you this!" You Song frantically watched Yin Xiao leave.

Dingzhou, who knows the deceased of the Zhang family, who is Yinxiao?

(End of this chapter)