The King of Jin knew that Zhou Ke would definitely die and was not interested in this person's current situation. He only thought about Song Huiyue.
He thought that Song Huiyue must have suffered a serious crime in prison, but fortunately Zhang Xutang let Xi Zuo lure her away, so there was no time to deal with her.
However, he thought that Zhang Xutang probably did not get any relief in prison, and Song Huiyue might have been hammered into a puddle of mud.
Song Huiyue seems to be a very kind person, but she has always treated her enemies as ruthlessly as the autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves. She was even so towards Huang Wenqiu, not to mention that the other party burned down Zhang Xutang on Hengyu Street. She seized the opportunity and wanted to kill him.
Turn him into a dead dog.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh. After laughing, he thought in his heart: "My moon must be in good health."
Just when he ignored Huang Ting and Xie Zhou and thought about Song Huiyue, Ni Peng sent two letters, one from him and one from Song Huiyue.
The King of Jin first dismantled Song Huiyue's. After looking at it, he ordered Huang Ting to invite Mrs. Song.
Mrs. Song was sitting in Song Qinghui's room, planning the menu with Aunt Lin.
The menus for the Chinese New Year and Lantern Festival have to be planned together, and they are all bought in the past few days. What should be fried, smoked, stewed, and refreshments are also essential.
When I was in Tanzhou, there were a lot of people in the family, and just preparing the New Year dishes was a big deal. But now that there are few people in the family, this big thing is done late, and there is a feeling of lack of interest in doing it.
Finally, Mrs. Song stopped Aunt Lin and told her that although there were fewer people in the family, life would still be lively.
Aunt Lin thought that this was also the case. Since she survived, she must have a good New Year in the rest of her life. She started to make arrangements in a lively manner, so she took a breath and studied the recipes seriously with Mrs. Song.
"This lion's head still needs to be burned, but it needs to be burned more. Yin Xiao eats a long meal and can feed two people in one meal. Tan Ran eats no less than him."
Mrs. Song nodded: "Then do it."
Aunt Lin was thinking about buying fish again: "If there are fish, the eldest lady can use her chopsticks more. Let Tan Ran go to the pier to buy them early tomorrow morning, buy a tank, and raise a few more fish, so that we can have fresh fish to eat during the Lantern Festival.
Otherwise, there will be no one in the fish shop, and you won’t even be able to buy fish.”
When she thought of Song Huiyue, Mrs. Song became a little panicked. There was a lot of commotion outside. Tan Ran went out to take a look and said that the government was arresting people, Qinxin Tea House was closed, and no one was there.
Du Lan came before and asked her to rest assured that everything was fine with the prince here, but Song Huiyue hadn't come back yet, and she really couldn't rest assured.
It's getting dark, why haven't you come back yet?
At this moment, there was movement outside. It was Tan Ran who opened the door. She quickly stood up and walked out in a hurry: "Sister Yue is back, right?"
However, when I went out and took a look, the person who came was Huang Ting.
Huang Ting is a person close to King Jin, why is he here at this time?
Something must have happened.
With an uneasy feeling, she walked over and said Wanfu, smiling very reluctantly: "My lord, you came here in person, but...what happened?"
Huang Tingrang stood aside and did not accept her courtesy. He smiled kindly: "It's not a big deal. The eldest lady wrote a letter to you and the prince. She said that she was too lazy to write it twice. Please read it with the prince. The person who sent the letter will send it to you.
Went to the palace."
"Sending a letter? She's not in Beijing?"
"Still here," Huang Ting asked Mrs. Song to get on the carriage, "it's just that it's not convenient to come back now."
Mrs. Song held Aunt Lin's hand and climbed into the carriage. When she heard this, her feet suddenly stopped, and the string in her mind tightened again: "Can't you come back? This... where are you going?
Already?"
She had already made the worst plan in her mind: "Is someone going to put him in jail?"
Huang Ting didn't hide it from her: "Yes, but it's not a big deal. At least half of the people in Kyoto were arrested today, and they were all doing little things. They will be out soon. You can get on the carriage first and go to the palace to read the letter. This aunt is also
Just follow and serve."
Mrs. Song froze, unable to control her hands and feet. She seemed to be completely cold. She was frozen stiff in place. She couldn't even open her mouth, and she had countless words stuck back in her stomach.
Fortunately, Aunt Lin came to her senses, pushed Mrs. Song into the carriage, took Mrs. Song's hand and sat down, whispering: "If you can write a letter, you must be fine. Don't worry."
Mrs. Song's face was blank, as if she hadn't heard Aunt Lin's words, and she only had one sentence in her mind: "Why did she go the same way as her father?"
Huang Ting rode his horse and followed the carriage, telling the whole story of the future in clear words.
There were still tabloids scattered on the street. Mrs. Song knew that what he was telling the truth was overwhelming. She held Aunt Lin's hand tightly, feeling like she was reliving the nightmare of ten years ago.
Unfortunately, Song Qi died in prison, and Song Qinghui was even more unfortunate. He has been stupid until now. Fortunately, Song Huiyue is still alive. As long as she is alive, she will not be too panicked and can go to the palace to read the letter.
At the same time, she looked at the palace getting closer and closer, with mixed feelings - Prince Jin was very good and could not find fault with him, but he was a man who wanted to do big things. Song Huiyue was with him. Will she also accompany him in the end?
No bones left?
She was so heartbroken when she sent Song Qi away that she couldn't even think about sending Song Huiyue away.
After getting off the carriage, she drove straight in through the corner door. She expressed her courtesy to Prince Jin and Xie Zhou with mixed emotions, and was so anxious that she couldn't make a sound. She looked at Prince Jin and opened his mouth, but could not spit out a single word.
Seeing that she seemed to be in a rage, King Jin lost his voice for a moment. He quickly handed her the letter and asked Huang Ting to call for the doctor.
Mrs. Song took the letter with trembling hands and was so panicked that she couldn't even open the folded paper. Without saying a word, Aunt Lin grabbed the letter in her hand, opened it and handed it back.
Seeing Song Huiyue's words, the stone in Mrs. Song's heart became lighter.
The handwriting is very smooth, and it can be seen that it was written on a table. If there is a table, chair, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the situation will be fine.
Although the situation was good, the letter was written in a very hasty manner, with the following sentence: "Zhang Xutang is that dead dog."
Then she bitterly described Zhang Xutang's bad behavior of taking advantage of others' danger, and described in detail the fight between the two in prison, and proudly wrote her masterpiece: "Zhang Xutang's physical condition is very serious."
He was weak, his fists were limp, and he had no strength at all. I bit him with one bite and he was scared to death. Moreover, he was like a little chicken. When I sat down, he couldn't breathe."
Mrs. Song looked at the crude words "bite" and "butt" without hesitation, and her heart became more worried. She wanted to give Song Huiyue a good beating - how could she write to the King of Jin like this!
But it is enough to prove that this letter was indeed written by Song Huiyue himself.
She continued to look down: "Zhang Xutang suddenly said that he didn't want to kill me. I don't know what was going on in his mind. Qinghui and I have suffered so much at his hands, and there is still a deceased person buried in Tanzhou's house.
The innocent soul in his hands, if he doesn't kill me, can I let him go?"
When I wrote this letter, I almost gritted my teeth, and my anger came out of the letter and roared at the person who read the letter.
However, he only roared like this, and then he didn't mention Zhang Xutang again.