The voices they spoke were so low that Zhang Yunyun couldn't hear them upstairs. Her eyes followed Su Yumei's back, and she looked back at Zhang Caiyun.
Zhang Caiyun stood on the side of the road with a frown, thinking for a while. He turned around and wanted to walk back. He stopped after a few steps, turned around again, walked back seven or eight steps, and then stopped again.
"He's so sad..." Xiaojing said in a low voice.
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaojing said softly: "Madam, it seems that the master is here."
Zhang Junjun looked around, and sure enough, it was his father's sedan.
Zhang Yunyun took a deep breath and said slowly: "It's time to escape."
Zhang Xunzhi's sedan stopped at the back door of Taochun Building. The shopkeeper heard that he was coming and went to greet him personally.
Based on the people who came to urge me several times today, the shopkeeper could guess that the situation was serious and proactively said: "Master, the third lady is in the attic."
Zhang Xun said nothing and went upstairs with a calm face.
Xiaojing was already waiting at the door. When she saw him, she saluted: "Master."
Zhang Xunzhi glanced at her coldly, raised his hand to push the door open, and saw his daughter sitting behind the Eight Immortals table, looking like she was waiting for him to come up.
The lights had not yet been lit in the room, and the dim light of the setting sun made her face dark and gloomy. Her eyes looking over her were calm and composed. Zhang Xunzhi frowned, feeling strange.
His entourage closed the door outside, Zhang Xunzhi walked away, and Zhang Yunyun stood up from behind the table: "Father."
"Why don't you go back home?" Zhang Xunzhi asked suppressing his anger.
"I'm waiting for someone."
"Are you waiting for someone now? Who?"
Zhang Yunyun lowered his head slightly: "A benefactor."
"Benefactor?" Zhang Xunzhi raised his eyebrows, "What favor do you owe me?"
"It's not me, it's our Zhang family."
"What?" Zhang Xunzhi was confused after hearing this, pulled out a stool and sat down, "A favor to the Zhang family? What favor?"
"Father, do you still remember Pang Yonggen?"
Zhang Xunzhi sounded familiar. After thinking about it for a moment, he was stunned: "In the 21st year of Xuanyuan, the person who died of a strange disease... was the Minister of Rites?"
"Then, do you still remember Ren Qingshu?"
Zhang Xunzhi felt chills all over his body: "Remember."
"Half of Ren Qingshu's left hand was chopped off." Zhang Yunyun said.
"what do you want to say in the end?"
"The third one, Lin Hongru," Zhang Yunyun looked at him, "Father, his entire Lin family was wiped out in Jingzhao."
Once the sun sets, the sky darkens extremely quickly, a speed visible to the naked eye.
The residual light from the window lattice faded away, a curfew started on the street, and there were fewer people. The street lights were on one by one, but the lights were not enough to illuminate the attic. Zhang Junjun's voice in such a faint light made Zhang Xunzhi feel cold from head to toe.
"The fourth one is us, Zhang Mansion," Zhang Yunyun continued, "Father, have you ever thought about why Zhang Mansion is safe?"
Zhang Xunzhi broke out in cold sweat.
I still remember that when Zhang Puxiang was promoted to Minister of Rites, the whole family was not happy at all, and the entire family was enveloped in a horrible and ashes-like atmosphere.
Fortunately, after one day, two days, one year and two years, until Zhang Puxiang retired and returned to his hometown, nothing happened.
"Do you know the reason?" Zhang Xunzhi said.
"Didn't my daughter say that she has a benefactor?"
"Who?" Zhang Xunzhi asked immediately.
"I don't know," Zhang Yunyun said, "I have never met them. We often communicate with each other through letters. I do things for them, and they protect us from trouble."
Zhang Xunzhi was stunned for a moment, then said: "Could it be that he was a benefactor, but this 'benefactor' was the one who murdered the whole Lin family?"
"I know they are not kind people, but no matter what, our Zhang family is fine."
Zhang Xun was a little hard to accept what his daughter said. Judging from the meaning, it seemed that she had to bear a lot of this alone.
There was a knock on the door, and Xiaojing said, "Madam, do you need a lamp?"
"Point." Zhang Yunyun said.
Xiaojing entered the room, holding in her hand a small candlestick covered with jade-colored silver-patterned hibiscus lantern paper.
After placing it on the table, she greeted Zhang Xunzhi and Zhang Yunyun and respectfully left.
The light from the candlestick illuminated the attic, and Zhang Junyun looked calm and unusually calm: "In addition to layers of red tape, the Ministry of Rites is also in charge of ritual vessels, national sacrifices, seals, fortune-telling, elegant music, etc. Among them, people enjoy sacrifices, often with the emperor.
We have many contacts with Tianjian, and Kong Zefeng, the imperial eunuch and eunuch, has always been a person whom my father admires, and he will never forget him."
"Is this matter also related to the Taishi Bureau?"
"There is an opportunity-seeking hall in the Star-Zhaing Tower in the palace. There are 1,124 hidden cells in it, which form a huge sky star diagram, representing the mountains and rivers of the Grand Canal and the universe. According to legend, its astrolabe only has a certain number.
Xia Daqianjin and Kong Jianzheng from the Duke's Mansion are both good at fixing stars, but they don't know that Kong Jianzheng's star-fixing technique comes from the Chongmen clan. The benefactor in my words is the Chongmen clan."
Zhang Xunzhi got up from his stool in shock, angry and annoyed that so many things had happened, but his daughter did not say a word.
Looking at her age again, she was only thirteen or fourteen years old at that time!
"What did they want you to do?" Zhang Xunzhi asked hurriedly, "You were still young at that time, so you were valuable?"
"Because I was young, my parents never took precautions against me," Zhang Yunyun lowered his head and said solemnly, "I have stolen my grandfather's official seal, the keys to the ritual utensils library, the books on clothes and seals of the ceremony hall, the directory of the dining department, etc.
."
"You, you..." Zhang Xunzhi was dumbfounded, "What about now? The people you sent to the streets to provoke people were also their arrangements?"
"They want me to lure Ah Li out."
"How dare you!!" Zhang Xunzhi said angrily, "That's someone you can afford to offend?!"
Zhang Junjun clenched his palms: "I've stolen the grand ceremony of the country, it's just a pear, why should I be afraid?"
"You are playing with fire..." Zhang Xunzhi stopped talking and flicked his sleeves angrily.
What can he say, what else can he say.
After the Zhang family's house was peaceful, it was actually the daughter who was responsible for it.
He already loved his daughter very much, and now he was even more determined not to say any words of blame to her. He was so angry and helpless that his face turned red from suppressing it.
Zhang Junjun's voice softened: "My daughter is not reckless. I have taken care of all the big officials in Xizhou Prefecture. So the streets have been noisy for the past few days, and the story will be over. I just didn't expect that,
People from Duke Rong’s palace will come to Xizhou at this time.”
"With such a huge chaos in Mingtai County, how could the imperial court not send someone to come?"
"But I heard from people sent by my father that my grandfather has taken care of it properly."
"Five thousand taels of snowflake silver," Zhang Xunzhi was so angry that his chest felt tight, "a full five thousand taels!"
"so much……"
"Fortunately, your grandfather didn't ask any more questions. He assumed that Mu Tingyu directed and acted in this matter to blackmail him. Don't let it slip when you go back."
Zhang Yunyun smiled and said, "Yes, my daughter will obey."
"So," Zhang Xunzhi looked out the door, "where is the 'benefactor' you are waiting for? I would like to meet him."
"He..." Zhang Yunyun opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
The person she is waiting for now is Quan Jiuwei, but really speaking, Quan Jiuwei is not a benefactor.
The so-called "benefactor" is actually not a "benefactor", but an organization.
It's just that when she was young, she didn't know how to call this group of people, so she used these two words and still uses them today.
