win the hairpin

Chapter 90
Song Qinghui would rather endure hunger than speak ill of Song Huiyue.

He swallowed, and took two steps back: "My sister is not bad."

After that, his stomach growled.

Zhang Xutang saw that besides speaking childishly, he was not completely devoid of ideas, and he was very stubborn, even the cakes couldn't seduce him, so he couldn't help being suspicious.

He suspected that Song Qinghui was playing dumb.

Although he was suspicious in his heart, with an amiable smile on his face, he stuffed the peanut sugar cake into Song Qinghui's mouth: "I'm just kidding you, eat it."

The sugar cake brought a long-lost sweetness, but unfortunately it was too small, and it was eaten in less than three bites.

Song Qinghui kept the last bite in his mouth and chewed for a long time, until the last food slid down his throat, he gave up with regret, and used the tip of his tongue to search between his lips and teeth, smacking the last aroma.

Zhang Xutang stretched out his long arms, and picked up the oil lamp that was about to be extinguished from the small table: "Come here, I will show you another good thing."

Song Qinghui approached Zhang Xutang with big, meaningless eyes.

"Open your hands."

Song Qinghui stretched out his hand obediently.

The hand was first clenched into a fist, and then like a blooming flower, it stretched out its petals, with the palm facing upwards, and spread it tenderly in front of Zhang Xutang.

His person is as clear as his eyes, it is fragile glass.

Zhang Xutang tilted the oil lamp, and the hot lamp oil, shining yellow like melted amber, shone with an oily luster, and all fell into Song Qinghui's palm.

Song Qinghui screamed suddenly, the delicate skin on his palm disappeared instantly, and a series of fire bubbles erupted.

"Ah!" He yelled indiscriminately, numb from the pain, feeling that this hand was no longer his own, he couldn't say anything, he could only growl until his voice was hoarse.

Seeing Zhang Xutang in his tearful eyes, he froze in place first, then turned around and ran away, but was stopped by the stone guarding the door.

He fell into the devil's lair, and it was sweet just now, but it turned into a nightmare in an instant.

This is a new world.

"Come back!" Zhang Xutang confirmed that he was a solid-eyed fool, "I was not careful."

Song Qinghui became a frightened bird, motionless, trembling all over, his mind was empty, only fear and pain remained.

"If you are disobedient, I will goug out your sister's eyes and sink her into the Xiang River to feed the fish. Now I say the last time, come here!"

Song Qinghui thought painfully: "I want to go to Xiangshui with my sister, I'm so scared."

He didn't know what death was, and he was not afraid of death, but he hesitated again when he thought that Zhang Xutang was going to goug out Song Huiyue's eyes.

"Gouging out the eyes must be very, very painful."

Zhang Xutang looked at his undisguised expression, all his emotions and sorrows floated on his face, there was no need to guess, and he found it more and more amusing, waiting to see what result Song Qinghui could get out of his entanglement.

After a while, Song Qinghui moved to his side rather than die: "I am obedient, don't goug my sister's eyes."

His pain pleased Zhang Xutang, making Zhang Xutang forget his own pain.

He asked knowingly, "Are you afraid of me?"

Song Qinghui nodded hesitantly.

"Many people around me are afraid of me, and I also have people who are afraid of me. I am afraid of Konjo, but not of him, but of the chair under his buttocks. As long as a person sits on that chair, he will become a god." , life and death in the world are all under his control.”

Song Qinghui was not interested in this magical chair, he moved his injured hand to his mouth and blew lightly.

"Don't blow it." Zhang Xutang squeezed his hand and poured a cup of cold tea into his palm.

Song Qinghui raised his hands, still not understanding why everything became forbidden after leaving home.

This is not allowed, and that is not allowed, as if everything he did before was wrong.

The order and chaos in his mind over and over again made him unable to think.

Zhang Xutang pushed him away, and waved to the middle-aged man who was pretending to be deaf and dumb at the door: "Old Wei, bring a pen and paper."

This old guard is the body of all small guards, there is no semicolon.

He originally followed Mr. Zhang, and after Mr. Zhang realized that this son was different, he asked him to make a special trip to work for Zhang Xutang.

When he came to Tanzhou, Lao Wei took the official road, and after he came, he shoveled horse dung in the post, as if he had done this job for half his life.

No one would have thought that he belonged to Zhang Xutang.

Xie Zhou's men turned upside down in Tanzhou City and Chenzhou City, but they couldn't find the stables of the Guanyi.

Lao Wei took the pen and paper silently, put Xiaoji on the bed, and made it for Zhang Xutang.

"I'll write a letter to Dad, and you send it to the courier shop, and send it to Beijing in six hundred miles, and you take this silly boy back to the capital."

King Jin is watching the Jiang thief incident. He wants to remind Dad that King Jin is unpredictable and should not be underestimated.

Don't let the handle go, and give King Jin a chance to add fuel to the flames.

Holding the pen, Zhang Xutang suddenly asked, "Did King Jin let his tail come?"

"Yes," Lao Wei replied simply, "Ten points, I went in and went around a few times, but I didn't find anyone. I waited for them to go out before releasing the idiot."

"They left?"

"Didn't leave, at the intersection outside."

Zhang Xutang didn't ask any more questions, and finished writing the family letter in a hurry. He sealed it and handed it to Lao Wei: "Can you shake off your tail?"

"can."

"Good old guard."

Zhang Xutang pinched Song Qinghui's shoulder again: "Go away."

Song Qinghui looked up at him, his eyes were still empty and clear: "Are you unhappy?"

"What?" Zhang Xutang was puzzled for a moment.

Song Qinghui stretched out a finger, and touched his brow cautiously: "Don't be unhappy."

Zhang Xutang opened his hand silently, feeling like a blocked river suddenly opened a small hole in his heart, and warm water gushed into it.

He waved his hand: "Old Wei, let's go, treat the idiot better."

"Yes." Lao Wei packed up the letter, took Song Qinghui's intact hand, opened the door and walked out.

The white cat outside the door barked at Song Qinghui twice, then cocked its tail, pouted its buttocks, and headed towards the kitchen with twists and turns.

The sky was gray and white, Song Qinghui looked up, then lowered his head.

Filled with bewilderment, he followed Lao Wei's footsteps and walked out of the gate. Before he could look up at the scenery outside the door, Lao Wei put the knife behind his waist and looked towards the intersection.

The shaking leaves immediately became silent, and only ten pairs of eyes were left staring at him without blinking.

Lao Wei didn't care about this kind of peeping, and continued to hold the knife against Song Qinghui.

He could see that this silly boy was very precious whether he was with Zhang Xutang or King Jin. If he couldn't keep someone for Zhang Xutang, he would kill Song Qinghui without hesitation.

Even if his gaze is very calm, he cannot hide his desire to kill someone.

The tails immediately became apprehensive and did not dare to act rashly.

Only then did Lao Wei lead Song Qinghui to continue on the road, regardless of whether the tails followed him not far or near.

He walked the usual official way, and after walking for less than half an hour, he brought Song Qinghui into the restaurant, and when he came out again, he became a member of the tea team.

Sitting in a Taiping cart pulled by two healthy mules, he is surrounded by a man, behind him is a mule, and in front of him are two Taiping carts full of tea.

Song Qinghui had disappeared from his side, lying unconscious in a box that originally contained tea.

(End of this chapter)