Chapter 101 There is no obstacle, so there is no terror
"You can run fast!"
Tie Zhenshan carried the machete and boldly returned to the yard. She threw the machete down and there was a "ding" sound that made Liu Qin tremble.
At this time, Leicha is ready.
Song Huiyue picked up a pot of boiling water and rushed into the bowl. The ball of paste blossomed instantly in the boiling water, dyeing the water into a snow-white color. The aroma of peanuts and sesame suddenly emerged.
, spread throughout the courtyard.
The hot air was thick, and Song Huiyue waved to Tie Zhenshan from behind the mist: "Come and try the Leicha from Meishan County."
Tie Zhenshan walked over step by step, inexplicably feeling that she was walking into a trap. The trap was spread out from Song Huiyue's body, catching the prey that had fallen into the trap.
She suddenly didn't want to drink Leicha anymore, and wanted to chase Xie Zhou and beat him up.
Xie Zhou ran for his life like a whirlwind, and when he saw that Tie Zhenshan didn't follow him, he took a breath.
"Eighth Master?" Hou Er looked at Xie Zhou, who was hunched over with his arms akimbo and breathing heavily, in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Xie Zhou waved his hand: "It's okay. I think the little mouse that broke in is about to come out. Remember not to hit it too hard."
He didn't dare to really sit on the bench, so he could only find some errand work on his own.
The little mouse that broke in was Zhang Xutang's little guard.
He broke in cautiously, escaped with minor injuries, and returned to Zhang Xutang at lightning speed.
Kneeling on the ground, he told Zhang Xutang everything he had seen and heard today. From the few cooks in the palace to the two guests who came to the palace today, he did not pick and choose them all.
Zhang Xutang lay on his back on the bed, quietly listening to these bits and pieces.
In the silence, his legs hurt, his hands hurt, and his neck also hurt.
Everyone else rushed back to the capital to congratulate Concubine Zhang on her birthday, taking all the excitement back with them.
These heartless guys don't even care about missing people, they only care about giving birthday gifts to please the noble concubine.
It would be happy to give a concubine the seat of a queen.
As for the King of Jin, like Song Huiyue, he had become a thorn in his heart, a disease that must be eliminated.
Gang Yin was robbed and implicated in the fraud of official silver. After all the investigations, he thought that King Jin was behind everything.
There are many things that I thought were weird in my mind, but now that I have come to a conclusion and looking back, they all make sense.
For example, that night, the King of Jin hurried out of the village, looking like he was seriously ill, but later he went to show off his power with great energy.
He thought that King Jin was deliberately trying to confuse him, but now that he thought about it, it was very possible that King Jin was not in Biezhuang at all.
Since the King of Jin was not here, he must have gone to Ezhou to rob Gangyin.
The official silver was lost, and then the Zhang family was cut off from the relationship, and then the fake official silver was used, which made everyone in the court feel in danger - the king of Jin was really a big deal.
What does King Jin want?
silver?
The two thieves, together with the many waterwheels and lotus roots, have all entered the Jin Palace.
And those lotus roots are still very heavy.
To be sure, what is heavy is not the lotus roots, but the silver, which is hidden in that haunted room.
This was probably not the first trip to transport money into the Prince of Jin's Mansion. Pei Yuzhang searched for silver in Ezhou, but the money fell into the pocket of the Prince of Jin right under his nose.
Perhaps even Pei Yuzhang knew about it.
As for the official silver mixed with brass, after this trip, I am afraid that several officials of the Zhang family lineage in various important places will be defeated, and it will be easy to defeat the Zhang faction.
He was not worried about the Jin King's people coming to power, because the Jin King had been away from the court for ten years, and there was no one available in the court except the Pei family.
What's the use of holding onto Jinghu South Road, a mountainous area?
Should we take advantage of this time to inspect official silver and force out the dirty tricks in Prince Jin's palace?
But what if it’s a trap?
It was freezing outside, so he grabbed Zhang Lin and Xiao Wei and walked with him in the courtyard.
When the cold wind blew, he couldn't help but sneeze. Xiaowei persuaded him to go back to the house, but he remained unmoved and insisted on thinking in the cold wind.
With every step he took, gentle footsteps could be heard on the bluestone floor. The footsteps reached people's ears, and both the person and the voice seemed tired.
He walked to the front of the Buddhist hall, and suddenly felt blessed. He remembered the last time Song Huiyue killed him, and he prayed to the Buddha for blessing.
The Buddha and Bodhisattvas were very kind and saved his life. He also asked Lao Wei to build a golden body for the Buddha after he returned to Beijing. Now that the situation was confusing, it was better to ask the Buddha for blessings.
He immediately walked in. It was deserted inside, and there was almost no incense. There were only three residual incense sticks. I don't know which year or month they were from. They were already moldy inside.
Zhang Xutang looked at Xiao Wei, who looked back at him in confusion. The two looked at each other for a moment. Zhang Xutang couldn't bear it anymore and scolded him: "Get another futon!"
Not only was the futon full of dust, it was also moldy.
Xiaowei quickly went to change the futon and brought it over.
Since Zhang Xutang asked the Buddha to bless him, he was very sincere, offered incense when it was necessary, and kowtowed without hesitation. Kneeling on the futon, he prayed in his heart to the Guanyin statue: "Old Buddha and Bodhisattva with boundless power, I have the will to do so."
I went to teach King Jin a lesson, but I felt that this was a trap set by King Jin for me, so I asked Buddha to give me some advice."
Guanyin lowered her eyebrows and did not speak.
Zhang Xutang thought that even if it really had a spirit, it wouldn't really be able to speak. Maybe it was telling me something in a dream.
He got up from the ground and walked to the altar. When he saw a handwritten Heart Sutra on it, he picked it up and flipped through it.
This time I turned it over and it happened to read: "There are no worries, there is no fear, stay away from upside-down dreams, and you will finally reach nirvana."
Seeing this, he suddenly realized: "If there is nothing to worry about, there is no fear. My father is the prime minister of the dynasty, and my aunt is a concubine. There is nothing to worry about. What is there to be afraid of? Even if it is a trap, how dare Prince Jin kill him?"
Killed me? If I died on his territory, I would be afraid of him now..."
Thinking of this, he happily threw away the Heart Sutra, knelt down again, and kowtowed three more times to the Guanyin statue: "The Bodhisattva is still transparent and can show me the maze. The believers will arrange manpower now. When the tenth day of the lunar month arrives,
Add trouble to King Jin."
Avalokitesvara looked at this devout believer in silence. The front of him was still cold and there was no incense at all.
King Jin did not believe in Buddhism, so on the night of the eighth day of the lunar month, he suddenly and quietly returned to the palace from Jinghu North Road.
He arrived in the bamboo forest after a long journey, and smiled bitterly at Song Huiyue who came after hearing the news.
In the past ten years, he had endured hardship in his heart, but on the surface he showed no emotion or anger. This time when facing Song Huiyue, his smile was filled with tears.
He saw Pei Yuzhang.
In just ten years, Pei Yuzhang's black hair turned into white hair, all the energy and energy in his body disappeared, and the light in his eyes only lit up again when he saw him.
When facing others, he had thousands of words to persuade and countless reasons to persuade, but facing his old uncle who had gone through many vicissitudes of life, he could not utter a single word.
"I remember when I was young, my uncle returned to Beijing. I saw that his beard was black and long, and I secretly pulled out one while my uncle was sleeping." He whispered to Song Huiyue, "Now it's all white."
It turns out that in the past ten years, not only his rights were being deprived, but even his relatives were irreversibly declining.