Yue Zhongtai looked at Zhang Xutang and was amazed in his heart.
He did not think that Zhang Xutang was a yamen who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun. Instead, he believed that many of the works of the Zhang family and King Yan were written by Zhang Xutang.
I don’t know how the Zhang family could give birth to such an evil son. He was simply poisoned in his mother’s womb. He was born with all five poisons. Now that he has grown up, the bad water has leaked out.
Zhang Rui looked at Zhang Xuling and also had strong opinions on the eldest son.
He really didn't know how the Zhang family could come up with someone like Zhang Xuling. He was not bad, but he was not good enough. Even his knowledge was only mediocre. Even with the reputation of being the son of the prime minister, outsiders could only praise him.
Honest and gentle.
Zhang Xuling met the cold gaze of her old father. She was panicked and forced her face to hold up. She held her neck and imitated Zhang Xutang's drinking tea. However, as soon as she picked up the teacup, it shook too much and the lid hit the rim heavily, making a loud noise.
A crisp sound.
Yue Zhongtai looked over and said with a smile: "Why doesn't my nephew continue to run those tabloids?"
He asked Zhang Xuling. Zhang Xuling immediately clamped his legs and hesitated nervously: "Your Majesty... the tabloids always talk nonsense. It's better not to do anything, so as not to give others an opportunity."
Yue Zhongtai saw that he was a big quail and knew that he was mediocre, so he praised him against his will: "My nephew is still thoughtful."
Although Zhang Rui hates his eldest son, he is still his own son after all and cannot be ridiculed by outsiders, so he changed his words: "When it comes to tabloids, we can't start it quickly. If others talk, they will naturally have to do it."
When it comes to speaking, you just need to speak better and less than the other person, that’s all.”
The two of them talked about the marriage between Yin Hanhong and Yue Huaiyu. They were both very old and wanted to go and figure out the date tomorrow and decide on it.
Zhang Xuling, who had been silent for the whole time, suddenly said: "Wait a minute, you haven't given me a small gift yet. Are you ready now?"
"That kid," Yin Xiao said with a smile, "also knows what little gift he has prepared."
"It's okay if you don't have any intention." Song Huiyue touched the tea cup, thinking that it would be better to scare people with that little gift.
While they were chatting, Zhang Lin passed by the door holding an umbrella. Zhang Xuling apologized, got up and walked to the door.
Yin Xiao and Song Huiyue only heard the two people muttering, as if they were talking about catching them.
After hearing this, Yin Hanhong walked back again and sat down if there was anything strange in front of him. Instead, Yin Xiao smiled and said: "What is his kid doing again?"
Zhang Xuling replied: "I just caught a big dog."
As soon as I said this, everyone in the family laughed, and Zhang Xuling himself also had a faint smile on his face. It was obvious that the big dog he caught was very popular with me.
Yue Zhongtai was also smiling, but there was no smile at all in his heart, and he was just exchanging pleasantries in special agreement.
The fact that my old Qi was moving and sitting still didn't frighten me. At this time, he caught a big dog that came from someone else, which frightened my strong heart even more. I felt that Zhang Xuling was being manipulated by
It was poisoning from the inside out, and I was the closest, so I didn’t feel like I was dying from the poison.
While listening to the two elders talking in low voices, I felt pitiful and pitiful for this big dog. While feeling sympathy, I breathed quickly to prevent myself from being poisoned and dying.
Zhang Xuling looked at Yue Zhongtai and smiled warmly in his heart.
Yue Zhongtai is my stupid little brother, the eldest son of the Zhang family, and a useless aide in Prince Yan's palace.
That little brother spreads my viciousness everywhere, but if it weren't for the Zhang family, the evil people in this world would have chewed up all my bones.
I still know that I am an outstanding person, and I think that the momentum and rights created by the Zhang family for me are all my own. It is really stupid.
It’s not as useful as a stupid person, and it’s not long before it’s time to use me.
The heavy rain comes slowly and goes slowly. Very slowly, the rain gradually subsides and the clouds clear and the fog disperses.
The Zhang family father and son and Song Huiyue got up and left. The first one in the Xiaoxiangguo Temple was able to be exempted from vulgarity, and seven civil and military ministers were sent to the mountain gate.
At the mountain gate, the entourage of Zhang and Yue families had been waiting in the rain for a long time. Yin Han and Song Huiyue got off the carriage respectively. Yin Hanhong also followed Yin Xiao back, but Zhang Xuling took only Lao Wei and went to Caomen Street.
The Song family.
Zhang Rui was there, and the door latch of Song's house blocked my steps. Lao Wei jumped up from under the wall and opened the door for me with heavy hands and feet.
I stood at the door and took a quick look at the general appearance of the Song family - it was very clean and quiet, with a few pots of flowers scattered by the rain, and the blackbird had its head on its wings, not even the slightest bit alert.
Meaning.
Water drops dripped from the eaves and fell to the ground, making the sound more and more quiet.
Everything outside exudes warmth and cleanliness, the aroma of food, the aroma of paper incense, and the cool breath of people's bodies, all mixed together through water vapor, giving that small place a good atmosphere.
There are also a few bamboo strips placed outside the yard. Those thin and weak bamboo strips form a basket shape and can be formed, so the bamboo strips stretch inward from the base, ready to scratch people's skin at any time.
There was a low stool and a large table on the corridor. There were a handful of unpacked fried peanuts on the large table.
The stool must have been used by Zhang Xutang, and the peanuts must have been eaten by Zhang Xutang.
Yin Hanhong strolled over and sat under a low stool. The stool had no backrest, so I could only sit upright. I grabbed a peanut, pinched open the shell, poured out the peanut kernels, and carefully rubbed off the peanut clothing.
Putting the naked peanuts out of my mouth and grinding them quickly, the door of a side room made a slight creaking sound. I looked up following the sound and saw Zhang Xutang.
Zhang Xutang had just woken up from his sleep. There were a few red marks printed on the bamboo mat under his face. His lips were slightly open, like half-opened petals. He was wearing a pea green gauze shirt. He was pulling on his shoes and his left hand was still there.
Scratching the mosquito pod under the face.
Before looking at Zhang Xuling vaguely, a look of astonishment appeared on your face, your eyes widened, and you maintained the scratching posture for a moment, then you bent down and lifted the heels of your shoes.
At the moment of bending down, Zhang Xutang glanced around and saw that the small door was open and the latch was intact, allowing Zhang Xuling's master and servant to drive straight in. Did he see any guards following Zhang Xuling inside the small door? There were also no patrolling government officials or imperial guards.
.
You straightened up and glanced at Zhang Rui's room as slowly as possible.
The door was closed, and there was no movement outside the house. It was as if Zhang Rui had disappeared out of thin air.
Something happened to Zhang Rui?
Your heart suddenly sank, your face instantly turned livid, and even your face visibly elongated.
Stepping towards Zhang Xuling, you thought about Zhang Xuling's intention of coming here late at night while there was water on the ground.
Murder and arson?
Or do you want to snatch Qinghui away?
Or am I asking you to hand over the letter?
"Old Wei, bring a stool to Mrs. Song." Zhang Xuling said casually.
Lao Wei gave Zhang Xutang a murderous look, took a short stool from the corridor, and placed it seven steps away from Zhang Xuling.
If I follow my own wishes, I should take Zhang Xutang out of the Kyoto pier, kill him under the boat, and then throw his body into the river.
Whether Yin Hanhong has that intention or not, I can do it rashly. I can only arrange Zhang Xutang a little further away to prevent you from having a sudden attack and biting off Yin Hanhong's ear.
"Sit down," Zhang Xuling pointed to the stool, "His guards are here, so just retreat."