Song Huiyue saw at a glance that the scar on his palm had healed. Because there was no application of medicine, the scar was very uneven and the color was very hideous.
Her pupils shrank suddenly, but she still kept her smile: "Remember what I just said, eat enough."
Song Qinghui nodded, and then raised his eyes to look at Song Huiyue: "Sister, you must remember to pick me up. I miss you so much, I miss my grandma, and my aunt."
Song Huiyue held back tears and watched Xiao Wei push Song Qinghui to Zhang Xutang, who immediately grabbed Song Qinghui's hand.
He felt that Song Qinghui's palm was very tender, as soft and fragile as a human being.
The jealousy in Zhang Xutang's heart gradually subsided, and he said to Song Huiyue: "It is dangerous to move iron. I can't deal with you today. I will change your place."
Song Huiyue is a person who has to bow her head under the eaves. Not only does she bow her head, but her life and death are also unpredictable.
When she left, she turned to Song Qinghui, smiled, and waved her hand: "Qinghui, don't miss me."
After realizing it, Song Qinghui was about to pounce forward, but bumped his head into Lao Wei's rock-like chest, and then Zhang Xutang pinched the back of his collar.
"Take him to tidy up properly," he happily held Song Qinghui's head and looked at it, "I have to go to my mother-in-law today and see my nephew, and I will come to see you tomorrow."
The most important thing is that he wants to torture Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue brought such a huge psychological shadow to him, which can be said to be an indelible stain on his growth path. Even if she was crushed to ashes, he could not relieve his hatred.
So he had to think of a more sinister way than crushing the bones and scattering ashes. It would be best to make Song Huiyue kneel down and beg for mercy.
Song Huiyue was pushed by the guards and entered the deserted courtyard before.
It turns out that this evil-filled courtyard is not someone else's territory, it is Zhang Xutang's courtyard - he was unhappy because he injured his leg, and the people who serve here are all too proud to come out, so it seems so deserted.
After entering, Xiao Wei covered her eyes. She listened to the sound and opened the door first, then walked to the left, opened another door, then walked to the right, and finally opened another door.
The footsteps stopped, Song Huiyue was pushed in, and the door closed with a "click".
As the footsteps left again, Song Huiyue pulled off the cloth from her eyes and looked around - looking around was in vain, it was so dark here that you couldn't see your fingers.
She closed her eyes and waited for a while before opening them again before her eyes slightly adapted to the darkness.
There was no window, only a door, and even a very weak candlelight filtered through the crack of the door, but it had no effect.
Song Huiyue reached out and groped forward, and found that the room seemed to be empty except for herself.
She touched the door, touched up and down, but couldn't find any place where she could start. Then she started to dig through the crack in the door, but the crack was so narrow that she couldn't even put her fingernails in.
Then she raised her legs and kicked the door hard.
There was a loud "bang", but the door did not move at all. Instead, her legs were shaken, and even her bones began to ache.
Sitting on the ground holding her legs, Song Huiyue lowered her head and felt an unprecedented silence.
There was no sound of people, let alone the sound of wind, insects, birds, snow falling, and no light from the sky coming in. The heaven and earth were frozen here, and there was nothing that could make people aware of the passage of time.
Song Huiyue soon lost track of time.
Time seemed to pass very quickly, but also seemed to pass very slowly. It no longer passed alone, but sometimes stretched and sometimes shortened in Song Huiyue's heart.
Once time becomes chaotic, all human perceptions begin to become confused.
If the room is too closed, it will make people feel stuffy, and there will be many ghosts pulling and rustling in the darkness.
The sound might have come from Song Huiyue's body, or it might have come from underground. Song Huiyue had to take a few deep breaths to suppress her chaotic emotions.
Zhang Xutang!
Zhang Xutang.
She thought that this man was really full of all five poisons. He might have been an executioner in prison in his previous life, otherwise how could he come up with so many bad ideas.
She couldn't sit down here. If she sat down again, she would not only lose time, but also lose her fighting spirit. In the end, she might collapse while waiting and start praying for Zhang Xutang's arrival.
She stood up and walked to the crack of the door again.
The candle burning outside the crack of the door was still the same, and the light coming in was so dim that it hurt her eyes. With this little light, she began to explore the wall bit by bit.
The Zhang family's house has been around for a long time. Although it has been beautifully restored, the house is old. Unless it is rebuilt, patching up piece by piece here and there will never make it return to the solid state it was when it was first built.
She not only had to touch the walls to see where they were loose or soft, but she also had to touch the floors - the floors made of nanmu would make a creaking sound over time just by stepping on them.
If nothing could be done about the walls and floors, she thought it would be best for her to climb over the walls, climb up the roof beams, and touch the caisson to see if she could climb out from the roof.
You can't sit still and wait for death.
When her fingers started to feel warm, she felt something in her heart and pressed hard on the wooden board under her hand.
The board was slightly dented in the direction she pressed it.
The opposite side seemed empty.
She pressed harder with one hand to create a gap with one finger between this wooden board and the other wooden boards. Then she used the five fingers of her other hand to pinch the gap.
Although the boards had weathered, they had not yet decayed. They squeezed her fingers hard from top to bottom. If she didn't take her hand back, the boards would be like teeth, biting them off and devouring them.
Song Huiyue gritted her teeth and dug hard. When her fingers peeled off a layer of skin, the wooden board made a "snap" sound and she pulled it out forcibly.
No light came in, and there was a damp partition wall behind the wooden boards.
She stretched her whole arm in, then bent her arm and hit the partition wall hard with her elbow.
The partition wall had long since rotted due to moisture, and with a single blow, the wall skin began to rustle down.
Song Huiyue smiled in the darkness and began to beat her hands in turn.
Flesh and blood hung on the wall, but she remained indifferent because she didn't know when Zhang Xutang would come and she wanted to find a way out for herself immediately.
If you don't get out of this cell first, there is no need to think about anything else.
Outside Zhang's Mansion, Yinxiao stood leaning against the wall, with his hands folded across his chest and his cold eyes. He was a tall, intelligent, emotionless tiger.
He stood here motionless, but he was very sure about time in his heart. The skylight, wind and snow, and the coming and going of pedestrians were all his tools for calculating time. Only half of an hour was gone.
His eyes were still outgoing like a hawk, and his ears never missed any sound.
After a moment, the body he was leaning on suddenly stood up straight. The sharp knife fell from his sleeve and was held in his hand. He stared at the high courtyard wall with burning eyes and began to move.
Just when he was about to appear in the light, You Song walked over quickly and held his hand: "Go in alone to find death? Stand still! The prince is here."