Men are not allowed to enter the backyard, and women are not allowed to enter the front hall. Among all the people in Kyoto who can visit the front hall and back yard of the Zhang family, apart from the Zhang family, I am afraid that the only one left is Song Huiyue.
The lines drawn on the paper were not straight and wobbly, which gave the Zhang family made of ink a sense of pity, as if they had suddenly lost their majesty and become a plaything in the hands of a child.
After Song Huiyue finished painting, the study was painted black.
Xie Zhou and King Jin both saw the layout of the Zhang family clearly, raised their heads at the same time, and sat upright again.
"It's not in the study," Xie Zhou thought again, "could it be in the main room? The main room is behind the hanging flower door, where no one can enter, and most of them are women. The women never care about the affairs of the court, so it would be good to hide here.
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Song Huiyue raised her pen and wiped out the main house as well.
Xie Zhou scratched his head and then thought about it, it was really inappropriate to place it in a place with many female relatives.
The female family members started sweeping, and even the cracks in the floor tiles could be cleaned with a horse brush, and a broom could be inserted into the caisson. It was impossible to hide several private rooms under the nose of the female family members, let alone such an important letter.
Both King Jin and Xie Chuan saw Song Huiyue's plan and remained silent, watching the two of them going back and forth.
Xie Zhou thought hard and couldn't find any place to hide things without being discovered in these small areas of Zhang's house.
There is no need to mention the places where people come and go, such as the back room, the wing room, the kitchen, and the garden. At the end, he scratched his head and said: "Could it be in Zhang Xutang's residence? But he was only two or three years old when King Chen rebelled."
Well, that residence probably hasn’t been owned by him yet, I don’t know what it was used for originally.”
Song Huiyue thought carefully and finally crossed out this place with a pen.
Xie Zhou stared at these groups of ink stains and silently hunched his back. He felt that his head had turned into a huge stone, so heavy that he had no thoughts and it bent his waist.
He really couldn't think of it.
Unable to figure it out, he stood up and walked around, staring at the colorful flowers and green willows outside the window for a while.
Conjectures such as the study room are like the shells that King Chen wrapped around his letters. Only by peeling off these shells layer by layer, what is finally exposed, even the most incredible, must be true.
After seeing it, he whispered: "It's not necessarily in the Zhang family. Is it possible that it's in the Daxiangguo Temple? After Zhang Xutang returned to Kyoto, didn't he reshape the golden body of the Buddha in the Daxiangguo Temple? Could it be in the Daxiangguo Temple?"
Looking for a letter?”
Song Hui thought about it carefully and then shook his head.
If it were in Daxiangguo Temple, then Zhang Xutang should have been found.
Xie Zhou slowly took a deep breath and looked at the paper on the table. Several dots had been smeared out on it. He stopped talking and just looked at it, as if this was really the Zhang family's house. As long as they looked hard enough.
, long enough, you can see something fishy in it.
Song Huiyue, on the other hand, regarded herself as King Chen.
King Chen should be a person who goes all the way to the dark side. He knows that he cannot do anything but does it, leaving himself with no way out.
He carried Prime Minister Zhang's letter in his arms, thinking about his immature, still young son, and entered Zhang's house in the dark. He wanted to hide this letter in a place that no one could think of, and leave it for his son.
A way out.
The Zhang family's house was not half as big as the palace. He first took the letter to the study, but felt it was inappropriate and wanted to go to the main room, but was worried about disturbing Zhang Rui.
In order to find a good place, he wandered around Zhang's house.
Suddenly, Song Huiyue raised her head and looked at Xie Zhou. Xie Zhou also looked up at her and said in unison: "Glass room!"
Fire flickered in both pairs of eyes, and after I said it, I felt it was impossible at the same time.
The glass house is bright and fragile, and will break when touched. Who doesn't know that the most valuable thing in the Zhang family is this small glass house. Anyone who comes, especially the female family members, must go to the back garden to pay their respects. Things are hidden here.
Is it really suitable?
Moreover, this is a transparent gadget, and all the flowers and plants inside can be seen at a glance. Even if you dig a pit overnight, you can't make it flawless. Where can you hide such a big letter?
You can't lift up the floor and the glass house together and stuff the letter inside. King Chen is still a secular person and he shouldn't have this ability.
Prince Jin and Xie Chuan sat up straight.
The most unlikely is the most possible.
"Let's go and explore," King Jin concluded, "The Zhang family is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, and we have to take this trip."
After he made the decision, his mind began to spin rapidly, trying to think everything through and understand it.
Taking the pen from Song Huiyue, Huang Ting immediately stepped forward, unfolded a piece of bamboo paper again, opened the cover of the incense burner, threw the previously drawn piece in and burned it, and the paper suddenly burned in the ashes in the room.
All the burnt aroma.
King Jin used the ink he had ground before and wrote "You Song" and "Tie Zhenshan" on the paper. After thinking for a moment, he wrote down the names of Tong Peng, Tian Xin and Bai Yu.
After writing this, he temporarily stopped writing and handed over to Xie Zhou: "Go and send a letter to your uncle, asking him to select a few more good people from home and follow Tong Peng and the three of them to Kyoto."
Three years later, Tong Peng returned to Pei Yuzhang's tent on Jinghu North Road.
Xie Zhou nodded: "I've written it down."
King Jin looked at Song Huiyue: "Can I borrow your Yinxiao?"
Song Huiyue replied: "No need to borrow it, I'll go too."
Prince Jin had only been worried about her for a while last night, but now that he heard that she was going to break into the Zhang family, his heart immediately jumped into his throat.
He glared at Song Huiyue with rare seriousness: "No, those dead men of the Zhang family are not living in vain. I have written about these few people, and I am worried about them. If you go again, aren't you going to make me anxious to death?"
Song Huiyue waved her hand: "Your Majesty, since you are going, you must get it done once. If it doesn't work this time, what should you do if the things are not in the glass house? If the Zhang family is prepared, and then Zhang Xutang notices it, wouldn't it be a failure?
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After saying that, she looked at Xie Chuan, whose brows were furrowed: "Husband-in-law, who among the people chosen by the prince is quick-witted?"
No one has. The four masters and You Song are not stupid people, but they don't understand the conspiracy, let alone what the dead King Chen is thinking.
Xie Chuan held the tea cup, took a sip of tea, then placed the tea cover on the rim of the cup and tapped it: "Xiao Ba, go."
Xie Zhou looked at his old father: "Dad, your fatherly love is really like a mountain."
He turned to look at Song Huiyue: "Sister, you can stay at home in peace while I go."
Song Huiyue said with a smile: "Your Majesty, if Brother Zhou is caught, you will have nothing to do with it. Then you will be the one to visit the palace at night. I should go. Firstly, I have quick wits. Secondly, my slingshot is always on target.
Thirdly, I have Yinxiao."
As long as Yin Xiao lives, he will definitely be able to bring her out of the Zhang family.
"No, you are not allowed to go, and Xiaoba doesn't have to go," King Jin lay back and said, "If you go, you might as well strangle me to death with a rope now!"
Song Huiyue stopped talking.
King Jin felt more at ease now, and drew up a few more names on the paper, gave the paper to the Xie family and his son to remember, and then asked Huang Ting to burn it.