win the hairpin

Chapter 99

Zhang Xutang scoffed at Song Huiyue's kindness.

The more Song Huiyue flattered him, the more he looked down on her.

However, just when he was disdainful, before he could speak, a chopstick in You Song's hand was unsuspecting, and inserted straight into Zhang Xutang's palm, firmly nailing his hand to the table.

Then You Song retreated back to Song Huiyue as if nothing happened.

Zhang Xutang suddenly let out a scream, his canthus cracked, and his whole body twitched.

It was good not to move, but when he moved, there was a piercing pain from the broken bone in his leg, which made him turn pale and sweat profusely.

"Ah!" He let out a roar from the depths of his chest, and looked at Song Huiyue with a distorted expression.

The bright red blood flowed onto the table and dripped to the ground, Xiao Wei and Zhang Lin were caught off guard, drew their swords one after another, and faced You Song and Xian Han face to face.

Xiao Wei quickly stepped forward, let Zhang Xutang bite the other chopstick, and forcibly pulled out the blood-stained chopstick.

Blood mist sprayed, and the house was filled with fresh bloody smell, filling everyone's head and nose.

Zhang Xutang's cries of pain sounded again and again. In his pain, Xie Zhou turned his head away and retched silently.

He was very uncomfortable with such a bloody scene. Even if he was poisoned, Zhang Xutang's death would be several times more dignified than his current life.

At the same time, he looked at Song Huiyue, and felt that he had returned to the time when Song Huiyue killed the fake "Du Lan".

At that time, he thought that Song Huiyue was forced to do so, but now it seems that some people have a bit of evil nature, usually dormant deep in their hearts, it is difficult to see, once released, it is enough to scare all good people like them .

Xie Zhou closed his mouth tightly, wishing he could pinch his nostrils, raised his head and breathed very thinly, while thinking about how to deal with the aftermath.

Forget it, let the prince deal with the aftermath.

Zhang Xutang's face was distorted in pain, his injured left hand spasmed and twitched uncontrollably, screaming intermittently, and even his eyes were scattered.

His hands were covered with black blood, he managed to gather his energy and looked at Song Huiyue.

There was a bright light in Song Huiyue's eyes, a little fire from the depths of hell, which was burning his flesh and bones little by little.

The two groups confronted each other, Song Huiyue sat on the stool safely under the protection of You Song, and explained to Zhang Xutang why he had to suffer this.

"Qinghui is my beloved younger brother, if you hurt him once, I will definitely repay him tenfold."

Zhang Xutang gritted his teeth and cursed: "Crazy!"

Song Huiyue nodded: "I'm crazy, so you have to take my words seriously."

She was calm, she didn't look like a madman on a whim, but Zhang Xutang yelled like crazy: "I'm going to kill him!"

Song Huiyue replied faintly: "Then I will kill you—and your whole family."

"I'm so scared," Zhang Xutang said resentfully, "Killing my whole family, you are so angry."

Song Huiyue smiled and said, "I will always keep an eye on you, your Zhang family, and never let go of any chance, unless you kill me right now."

After finishing speaking, she leaned forward and got closer to Zhang Xutang: "So Qinghui is the amulet of your Zhang family. If he is here, you will be safe. If he makes a mistake, I will retaliate even more crazily. "

Zhang Xutang avoided her gaze.

He really wanted to return Song Qinghui to Song Huiyue, but he still had the blood of other members of the Song family in his hands. Without Song Qinghui, he couldn't get rid of Song Huiyue even more.

It's best to kill Song Huiyue. If you can't kill this mad dog, you have to hold Song Qinghui's dog's chain firmly in your hand to restrain Song Huiyue.

What made him desperate was that if he could hide Song Qinghui for a lifetime, it meant that Song Huiyue would also follow him forever.

This really made him feel chills.

Holding his bloody hand, he looked at Xiao Wei: "Let's go!"

There is ample time!

The guards carried him away, Song Huiyue looked up and asked Xie Zhou: "Myna, what do you want from me?"

Xie Zhou stared at the chopstick hole on the table and shook his head: "It's okay."

"By the way," Song Huiyue remembered, "What did you get punished for kneeling yesterday?"

Xie Zhou stood up silently, wanting to stay away from here: "I violated the rules of heaven."

He rushed downstairs and asked the shopkeeper how much the tea money was.

Hearing the screams from upstairs, the shopkeeper and the staff hugged each other and shivered, and when they saw Zhang Xutang going out bloodied, they almost fainted from shock.

"Tea money? What tea money? I have no money." The shopkeeper said incoherently, hugging and comforting each other with the shopkeeper.

Xie Zhou took out half a coin, put it on the counter, and left in a hurry. As soon as he walked out, he saw King Jin get off the sedan chair, and immediately slipped away like a cat avoiding a mouse.

Song Huiyue came out of the tea shop, just as King Jin arrived at the door.

Jin Wang also learned that Zhang Xutang and Song Huiyue were drinking tea together, so he hurried over. After seeing Song Huiyue, he quickly looked her up and down, and seeing that she was safe and sound, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "See? Suffer."

Song Huiyue nodded: "He was not prepared, but it's a pity that he didn't finish the bowl of Lei Cha."

King Jin thought for a while: "I know that the Lei Cha in a tea shop outside the city is delicious. If you want to eat it, let's go there now."

Song Huiyue shook her head: "I won't go, let's eat fish."

In view of Zhang Xutang's serious injury this time, King Jin and Song Huiyue's moods were connected for several days.

The weather was getting colder every day, and a charcoal fire was lit early in Zhuxi Zhai. Aunt Lin beat Mrs. Song's legs, and Song Huiyue roasted oranges beside her. The doctor told her that eating roasted oranges can cure cold cough.

"Aniang, let's go to the capital." Song Huiyue slowly turned the orange, "Qinghui is in the capital."

Mrs. Song stopped her embroidery work, and Aunt Lin also stopped her hands, looking at her with burning eyes.

"Qinghui, are you still there?" Mrs. Song's voice was choked up, almost crying.

There was no news of Song Qinghui for so many days, she thought that the child was already in danger, but she kept it from her, but she did not expect that Qinghui was still alive.

It's good to be alive, and being alive is better than anything else.

Aunt Lin asked: "Why did you go to the capital? How did you go so far? How much has the uncle suffered. Let's go and bring him back quickly."

Song Huiyue took out the roasted oranges with iron tongs. The aroma of the oranges was roasted by the charcoal fire and became hot and sweet. She took a deep breath of the aroma, calmed down her mind, and put the oranges in the onto a plate.

Yuan Yuanduan was given to Mrs. Song.

Song Huiyue roasted another one, flipping it over while answering Aunt Lin's question: "It was Zhang Yanei who found Qinghui first, and sent him to Zhang's house in the capital, in order to control King Jin."

"Ah? This..." Aunt Lin looked at Mrs. Song, "Their fights have nothing to do with us, not to mention that the uncle doesn't understand anything, the prince...why doesn't the prince go and rescue the uncle?"

Mrs. Song patted the back of her hand and signaled her to calm down: "Master Zhang's home is not ours, so we entered after climbing over the wall. Sister Yue, Qinghui, are you okay?"

Song Huiyue said softly, "Very good."

(End of this chapter)