King Jin gently patted Song Huiyue on the shoulder and whispered: "Don't be afraid, I will make arrangements."
He asked Huang Ting to get some food, and asked Song Huiyue if she wanted to invite Mrs. Song - the matter was such a big deal, and it was at Prime Minister Zhang's house, Mrs. Song would know about it soon.
Song Huiyue had to wait until dawn, she wanted Mrs. Song to have a good sleep.
When King Jin still wanted to say something, the Xie family and his son came.
It was inconvenient to discuss matters at Dr. Zu's house, so King Jin made a prompt decision and led them into the carriage.
The carriage was filled with the smell of blood, and Xie Zhou was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe. He thought that if Sister Yue didn't join Tie Zhenshan's village, she would be burying her talents.
King Jin had become numb to the smell of blood ten years ago. At this moment, he stared at the mark on the ground solemnly and gave his first order.
"Chen Zhigang, the deputy history officer of the Third Division, find out what he has to do and take him down."
Xie Chuan nodded.
"Xiao Ba, please ask Hou Er about the details of tonight's visit to the Zhang family. Write an article in person, send it to Mrs. Qin, and print it in a tabloid. Let everyone know about it tomorrow."
It is absolutely impossible for the Zhang family to escape unscathed.
He wants everyone in the world to know that Zhang Xutang is not only a dandy, but also an inhumane sword raised by the Zhang family.
This knife can be swung at anyone - including him.
Xie Zhou shut his mouth tightly and responded in a ventriloquism manner.
"Your Majesty will definitely summon me tomorrow..."
Then King Jin fell silent.
After this incident, the meaning of today's summons is self-evident. He was right and wrong when he broke into the prime minister's house at night.
The wind roared outside, coming and going in a straight line, and pounced on people mercilessly. Unlike Tanzhou, the wind also passed through many hills and obstacles, and was lingering and gentle.
First there was a strong wind, and after the strong wind passed, there was a rustling sound on the top of the carriage. Xie Zhou lifted the curtain and took a look, and saw the overwhelming snow outside.
None of the three of them spoke, as their bodies were tense due to the cold wind, and their minds were tense because of the wind and snow that would fall on King Jin tomorrow.
King Jin thought for a moment, but with no results, he simply waved his hand: "Let him do whatever he wants."
The situation is already like this, can he still apologize to Zhang Rui?
Seeing this, Xie Chuan whispered: "The commotion at Junyi Bridge was so intense that someone soon handed over a greeting card. Do you want to meet me?"
The person who submitted the invitation at this time was undoubtedly from the Zhang faction and was well-informed, which was of great benefit to the King of Jin.
However, King Jin shook his head: "No."
Xie Chuan hesitated and said: "If you refuse, I'm afraid this path will be cut off."
"It doesn't matter," King Jin didn't care about overthrowing the Zhang family. "They want to see me for themselves. They want to use me as a weapon to deal with the Zhang family. I have to obey them in everything in the future. Even if they succeed, they will raise me."
A group of silverfish have become puppets. If we just do our own thing, people with integrity will naturally follow us."
Xie Chuan nodded, knowing that this road was the most difficult to walk.
The conversation ended here. King Jin got off the carriage, took a deep breath of cool air in the snowy sky, and walked back to Dr. Zu's home.
As soon as he entered, he saw Song Huiyue still sitting on the steps of the corridor, her elbows crossed and flat on her legs, her head buried in her hands.
There were many bite marks on the stretched out fingers.
She had this habit of biting her fingers since she was a child. She changed it after weaving bamboo strips, but now she is helpless and starts chewing her fingers involuntarily.
Yin Xiao stood aside, holding an umbrella for her.
His face has become colder and clearer due to the wind and snow, and his skin color has become darker due to years of sun exposure. He is an outlier in Kyoto where literary style is flourishing.
When I see him, I can't help but think of the wind and frost on the frontier, with a cold and rough feeling.
He was blown to Song Huiyue by the distant wind.
King Jin strode over, quietly took the umbrella from Yin Xiao's hand, handed it to Huang Ting, squatted down, and turned his head to look at Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue buried her head so tightly that it turned into a stone.
Prince Jin went to grab her hand, but her hand was cold and trembling unconsciously. He squeezed her hand hard, wishing to relieve her pain and pain.
His hand was warm, and the heat spread to Song Huiyue's hand, making Song Huiyue raise her head with tears in her eyes, her teeth chattering, and she whimpered: "Doctor Zu said Qinghui doesn't know when he will wake up.
It's all my fault for sending him away."
When she said this, her sorrow exploded violently in her chest, so much that her heart seemed to be broken, and her internal organs were all mixed together in pain.
With tears in her eyes, she hated the entire Zhang family in her heart.
At this moment, the Zhang family also hated Prince Jin and Song Huiyue.
It was a happy event, but it turned violent. Everything was filled with smoke and blood, and the road from the study to the front door was covered with blood.
The daughter of the Zhang family was so angry that she wanted to vomit black blood. The three fathers and sons of the Zhang family sat together and calmed down, discussing how to deal with this matter so as not to affect the Zhang family.
Brothers fighting the tiger, father and son went into battle. At this time, Zhang Xuling had to make suggestions for the poison.
He, like Zhang Xutang, is Zhang Rui's son. The conspiracy and intrigues naturally exist in his body, but he just doesn't take them out for use. Now when it is necessary to use them, naturally he has no choice but to take action.
The three father and son discussed for a long time, and less than two hours after they went to sleep, Zhang Rui opened his eyes and coughed.
Tonight he was sleeping alone in the outer courtyard. Hearing his movements, the two attendants who were waiting for him came to the room and opened the door.
One person lit a candle, rolled up the bed tent, opened the lid of the charcoal pot, lifted the fire chopsticks, pushed away the white ashes, and added three or five silver charcoals inside.
The other brought hot water, put a towel on it, and placed it on the washstand.
Then a big maid came in and waited respectfully holding her official uniform.
The charcoal fire soon started to light up, and the room became warmer and warmer. Zhang Rui then lifted up the quilt and sat up, pulled on his shoes and sat in front of the washstand, and asked his attendant to comb his hair.
After combing her hair meticulously, the attendant wet the face towel, wrung it out and handed it to Zhang Rui. Zhang Rui wiped his face, threw the face towel into the basin, opened his hands, and prepared to change clothes.
The maid gently took off his sleeping clothes with her hands and feet, lowering her eyes and not looking at his body.
He has taken good care of himself and his skin has always been fair and delicate. However, as a person gets older, the fairer and finer he becomes, the more strange he looks like a child with white hair, which makes people unable to love him.
Although the eldest maid lowered her eyes, her hands and feet were not hindered at all. She neatly arranged the group of scarlet robes and a lot of broken pieces, and finally put the crown of advancement on him.
Zhang Rui took the wat board, walked out, and asked Zhang Xuling, who was already waiting outside: "Are you ready to say hello?"
Zhang Xuling nodded: "Every tabloid newspaper in each museum, my son personally went to all of them."
Zhang Rui nodded: "Have all the messages from Shangzhezi been delivered?"
"It's been delivered to three families in total, all from the three divisions. Dad, would you like to go to Privy Council Yue's place again? The discounts he gave are the most important."
"Anyone can speak for the Zhang family, but he can't." Zhang Rui was a little disappointed with his son.
This son is kind and honest, but he lacks the brains of his superiors.