Zhang Xutang is used to seeing horrific scenes in the house.
The pain made him dull and congested, and his heart seemed to be filled with a large ball of wet cotton, covering his mouth and nose bit by bit. He urgently needed to vent, otherwise he would suffocate to death.
He couldn't see the fear and fear of the young monk. He only remembered that he had just been kicked by Song Huiyue, so he also raised his leg and kicked the young monk's crotch with all his strength.
After this fatal kick, there was a roar in his ears, as if the little monk was screaming in agony.
But because the mouth was blocked, the scream turned into a sob and a scream, echoing in the little monk's mouth, throat, chest, and eyes.
His eyes were swollen with blood from the high-pitched screams, and his voice was also filled with blood.
After the intermittent screams, the little monk's eyes were extremely wide, and the light inside was fading. Every breath in his nose paused for a long time. After the extreme silence, he began to tremble violently.
His hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably, and he was swaying unconsciously from head to toe. The sound came out from the gagged sleeves and was already broken.
Then a puddle of urine flowed out from under the little monk. The urine was scarlet. He raised his head expressionlessly and twitched for a while. Finally, the light in his eyes disappeared, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he lost consciousness.
The blood continued to flow out from under the little monk's body, and then flowed into Zhang Xutang's body, becoming a small fire, which made his congested body begin to flow smoothly, and his internal organs warmed up, and all the unhappiness and depression disappeared.
He kicked out with this kick.
Zhang Xutang glanced back, and Lao Wei immediately brought him a chair. He sat down with his legs stretched out as long as possible. After the leg was broken, others looked at it.
He had recovered, but he always wanted to stretch his legs as much as possible, otherwise the tendons inside would seem to have shrunk into a ball.
Sitting comfortably, he spoke amidst the mess on the floor: "Bronze Crane."
The tall man who lit the lamp took a step forward.
Zhang Xutang looked at him and sighed: "Tonghe and Yinxiao, these names are obviously given together, I have never noticed it."
Tonghe stood dumbly, nothing could arouse his reaction, he was heartless and emotionless, only his appearance still looked like a human being.
Sitting opposite him was Zhang Xutang, the beloved son of Mr. Zhang and the beloved nephew of Concubine Zhang. He was extravagant, arrogant, indulgent, and evil, unlike a human being.
"Go and see this Yinxiao and look for an opportunity to take him home."
"Yes." Tonghe's voice came out of his mouth indifferently.
Zhang Xutang lowered his head and glanced at the young monk on the ground, thinking that the palace banquet should have ended.
The palace banquet has indeed ended.
Hundreds of officials and envoys came out of the palace with hairpins, and the imperial army sent them off. The girls who performed at the palace banquet wore flower crowns and came out from the right door. Kyoto teenagers rushed to greet them. Wine and fruit were placed on both sides, and they came to see the girls team.
There are so many people pressing their shoulders and backs, and the water is blocked.
Du Lan came out of Daxiangguo Temple alone, took off the Zhang family's guard clothes in a deserted place, took off the soap-colored clothes underneath and removed the strings at the cuffs and ankles, walked to the nearest foot shop and bought two bowls of wine.
, made another pot and took it away, picked up the Tang scarf that the guest had forgotten on the table, put it on his head, and arrived at Youyemen in a grand manner.
There are also four or five Imperial Guards patrolling here, but they are disguised as civilians and blend in with the crowd.
Even though they were wearing coarse linen clothes, their eyes could see into people's bones, so they all wore big hats, covering half of their eyebrows.
Du Lan squeezed towards these people, carrying a wine gourd and pushing his way through like a drunkard. He stepped on the feet of countless people and received many scoldings.
He squeezed here and there, touching here and there, and soon there was a flower beside his ear, and his hat was changed to the same big hat as the Forbidden Army. The technique was the same as when he put tea leaves in the belt around Huang Wenqiu's waist.
skilled.
He walked around for a while, quickly got what he wanted, turned around and headed to Xuandemen.
The place is very orderly. There are forbidden troops on the palace city and there are forbidden troops outside the palace city. The courtiers come out of the palace one after another. Some say nothing, some whisper to each other, but they are not at peace in their hearts.
Today, the emperor's love for King Yan is so obvious that he not only gave royal wine but also the children of King Yan, but he did not give any reward to King Jin.
If the king has a discriminating mind, the courtiers will naturally be overly concerned.
Du Lan mingled in the crowd, with the Imperial Guard's token hanging around his waist. The token was made of black iron, three inches long, and an inch and a half wide. The top of the token had the word "Jingzhong" on it, and the bottom was engraved with a wandering dragon.
With this brand, he has become a forbidden soldier dressed in a private server.
The courtiers left one after another, and the carriages of King Jin and King Yan stopped in place. King Yan's servants looked tired, and the guards had been waiting for a long time, and they were in low spirits. They all hung their heads listlessly.
Huang Ting also led the servants and guards to wait for King Jin to leave the palace. Everyone did not look away and stood neatly on the spot, making King Yan's men look like a chaotic bandit.
Facing such a comparison, Du Lan couldn't be happy for a moment. He waited anxiously for King Jin to leave the palace, and wanted to inform King Jin of tonight's changes in time.
The Daxiangguo Temple is still in a mess, the courtiers have already left the palace, and what happened in the Zhang family will soon become an uproar. If the King of Jin is unclear and does not know the whole story until he returns to the palace, he will be very passive.
Even if it was a moment earlier, King Jin would be more proactive.
At this moment, King Jin was accompanying Jin Shang back to Yanfu Palace, along with Concubine Zhang and King Yan.
Jinshang was in high spirits and took Concubine Zhang's hand to watch the scenery while walking. The palace servants held fans in front of them and followed them with their heads raised. After the emperor's guard of honor, came the guard of honor of the middle palace, embracing Jinshang and Concubine Zhang.
Rather like an emperor and empress.
The real dragon and the "fake phoenix" chattered like two house sparrows, especially today, with the presence of "Yellow River Qing", they felt excited and had infinite fatherly love for King Yan. They told Concubine Zhang about interesting things about the birth of King Yan.
, smiling from ear to ear, as if King Yan was his number one son, which made him particularly satisfied.
King Jin was scribbling in the background and listening, but not a single word he heard was in his heart.
He looked as usual, dignified and steady, and did not interfere with Jinshang's happiness. But Jinshang turned around and saw King Jin, and the long-lost father's love appeared intermittently, rushing over like a mountain torrent, directly overwhelming King Jin.
"Shou Ming, your mother is gone. Now you are alone in the capital. It doesn't matter if you call the concubine your mother from now on. The concubine will help you take care of your wedding. It will be a good thing for our family to be together in the future."
As soon as these words came out, Wei Qiao was the first to be shocked.
Wei Qiao thought that he must be drunk today.
Otherwise, my mind would be turned into a ball of mush, and I would even say such words.
The King of Jin was the eldest son and was born with dignity. Speaking of which, Concubine Zhang had to bow to him first when she saw him.
However, the harem had no owner, and Concubine Zhang was used to showing off as a queen. She wore the queen's guard of honor when traveling, and used the queen's red umbrella on her carriages. In the previous court, Prime Minister Zhang was present, so everyone gradually began to treat them as mother and son.