Zhang Xutang confessed himself unreservedly in front of Song Huiyue.
"Whether he is a member of the Jin Dynasty or not, I will kill him. He is the most indispensable talent in the world. As long as he covers it up for a while, it will be fine."
After that, he smiled at Song Huiyue, stood up and poured her a glass of water.
Song Huiyue said: "You may not be able to kill him if you want to."
"That's what you said," Zhang Xutang took a sip of water and suddenly changed the topic and talked about King Jin, "Redrawing the fish scale book and revising agricultural taxes, King Jin has taken a steady and solid road to a clear path, but
If he only has such a few means, then the road will be very long, so long that the Zhang family will not have the patience to wait for him."
Song Huiyue just smiled and said no more.
Once no one speaks, the air becomes stagnant, and both of them look out the window at the same time - outside the window is the long-lost sunny sky, the sky is full of blue, the surroundings are very noisy, people are coming and going on the street, and the silence in the attic becomes more and more obvious.
Occasionally there was the rustle of clothes brushing against chairs.
In the bright daylight, Song Huiyue stared out the window without moving. After Zhang Xutang looked out the window, his eyes moved back to Song Huiyue. His eyes were very strange when he looked at her, while Song Huiyue looked at the scenery.
, the gaze is very distant.
He had a very strange feeling, indescribable, as if his mind was very clear. Even when the white water passed through his throat, he could feel a cold line. At the same time, he felt very confused, because it felt like Song Huiyue in front of him had eight lines.
The big spider with legs was sitting here, but silk spun out of his head and wrapped around him.
So he drank a few more water to make himself more awake and not to easily imagine Song Huiyue as a monster like a dog or a spider.
Just when he finished drinking all the water in the cup, Song Huiyue suddenly turned around and looked at him with a half-smile: "Is the water delicious?"
Zhang Xutang tightened his grip on the tea cup and said, "Water is water, what tastes good or bad."
Song Huiyue smiled and said, "But the water in your cup is not water."
Zhang Xutang's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head to look at the cup. He had already drank all the water in the cup, leaving only the bottom of the cup, and only two or three drops were poured out.
He quickly put down the teacup and went to get the teapot. In a hurry, he dragged the teapot on the table with a long "squeak" sound, hurriedly opened the teapot lid, stretched his neck and looked inside.
The water was clean, without even a speck of dust, and he couldn't see anything in it.
He did not dare to be careless, so he lifted the teapot, put it under his nose and smelled it carefully, and suddenly smelled a different smell.
The smell is very light, the smell of dry leaves.
Once he confirmed that the white water was not really white water, he could no longer calm down and his heart was beating violently in his chest. It made him dizzy, his head was swollen, and his whole body was cold.
He saw Song Huiyue's smiling face in extreme fear. The originally beautiful face suddenly became distorted in his eyes, and the not-so-obvious scar on his face suddenly became obvious, pink and dazzling, straight, like a scar.
Plunge the sword straight into Zhang Xutang's heart.
"Xiaowei!" he shouted, "Please doctor! Go quickly! The nearest doctor! Go and report to the official!"
Xiao Wei and Zhang Lin led the escort team to guard the door, standing together with Yin Xiao. This was not a stalemate, but Yin Xiao's unilateral suppression.
Without Lao Wei, neither of them could be Yin Xiao's opponent together.
The two of them had been worried, but when they heard Zhang Xutang's urgent shouting, their hearts trembled in unison, and they raised their hands to push the door open.
Yin Xiao was standing against the wall with a knife hidden in his sleeve and his eyes lowered, always looking at his feet. As soon as Zhang Xutang made a sound in the room, he immediately reached out to touch the knife, and one step ahead of Zhang Lin and Xiao Wei, he pushed
Opened the door.
The situation in the house is strange.
Song Huiyue's expression was calm, but Zhang Xutang's face was full of panic. He was holding the teapot with both hands and his slender eyes were wide open. When he saw Zhang Lin and Xiao Wei standing at the door, dumbfounded, he immediately yelled at the top of his lungs: "Quickly!"
Go! Call the doctor!"
"Yes!" Xiao Wei was startled, pointed at two people and ran out.
Zhang Xutang's face was distorted, and he looked at Song Huiyue with such fierce eyes that he could throw out a knife from it and cut Song Huiyue into pieces with a thousand knives.
Yin Xiao wanted to step forward, but was blocked by Song Huiyue.
Zhang Xutang had a serious look on his face, his fire shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his eyebrows stood up, he gritted his teeth and asked, "What did you give me to drink?"
Song Huiyue looked back: "Zhang Yanei has been making waves in Kyoto for a long time, and he actually thinks that he can sit at the same table and drink tea with his enemies. If you were me, what would you give me to drink?"
Zhang Xutang had gradually calmed down at this time, and was no longer as panicked as before. He carefully recalled everything that happened when he entered the door, thinking that if it were poison like arsenic, he would be dead at this time.
Since he is not dead, it is not poisonous and there is still room for maneuver. Moreover, seeing that Song Huiyue was so calm, he sneered and turned to Zhang Lin: "Go and call my elder brother. I have something to tell you."
When Zhang Lin left, he looked at Song Huiyue, and his distorted face softened: "If you poison me to death, you won't be able to escape. If you don't want to drink tea with me, just say so, why bother to scare me."
"You think it's better for me to scare you. If you go home and die at home, you can avoid my trouble and make it less difficult for King Jin to save me."
Zhang Xutang frowned and really couldn't make up his mind.
It stands to reason that Song Huiyue and the King of Jin are inseparable. If he really died in Song Huiyue's hands, the King of Jin would not be able to escape his involvement, and the Zhang family would not let him escape unscathed - Song Huiyue would not
It is only right to let King Jin fall into this predicament.
But Song Huiyue has always done things outside of common sense, always unexpectedly, and when it comes to revenge, she is very crazy - of course, there is nothing crazy about revenge.
He was torn over and over in his mind and couldn't make up his mind, so he just held the teapot and kept sniffing it.
The more he smelled it, the fainter smell from the teapot penetrated his nose, making his face sink once again.
Even if the poison in it is not a poison that will kill you immediately, it must be something that makes you uncomfortable.
While he was hearing this, he was considering two sets of ideas in his mind, and he had a firm idea: If he really wanted to die, Song Huiyue must be buried with him. Even if a dead member of the Zhang family was exposed, Song Huiyue would be killed on the spot.
With Song Huiyue as my companion, I am not alone on the road to Huangquan.
While he was making calculations, doctors came in a hurry, and more than one doctor came, four of them came.
These four doctors each have their own specialties, and they all practice medicine on Caomen Street. One treats pediatric diseases, one treats women's diseases, one specializes in bone setting, and one looks very sophisticated and has a long beard.
, the appearance is very similar to that of the Xinglin Holy Hand.
In addition to the four doctors who came the fastest, Xiaowei also asked the imperial doctor to take the Zhang family's sign.
After Zhang Xutang made it clear that it was poison, the doctor who set the bones resigned first, leaving only the other three. The doctor who looked at the child and the woman was also very hesitant after feeling the pulse, and couldn't make up his mind about the pot of white water.
He didn't dare to say goodbye casually, so he had to stand aside with his tail between his legs and act like a gourd.