There was no fear in Zhang Xutang's mind, only inconvenience. Song Huiyue took advantage of his inconvenience and used the imperial army to contain him.
However, even after knowing that Zhang Xutang could not attack Song Huiyue in public, King Jin was still worried. Thinking that Song Huiyue had been exposed to the sun for a day, he asked Xie Zhou to quickly change Song Huiyue back and bring a few more people with him.
Rotate.
Xie Zhou's face was full of pain and sorrow: "My lord, you love the new and hate the old."
"roll."
Xie Zhou raised his legs and rolled away. Before he could reach the door, King Jin stopped him: "Wait a minute, do you have any clues about Yin Xiao's matter?"
As soon as he mentioned this matter, Xie Zhou came back seriously and said with a frown: "It is true that there was a fight in the Daxiangguo Temple. The Zhang family cleaned up very clean, but the monastery was severely damaged and could not be repaired on the spot. The Daxiangguo Temple was also
We didn’t report it to the official, so we hired craftsmen to repair it ourselves. We searched around the Daxiangguo Temple, but found no traces, and even went in to look at abandoned empty houses.”
Then his brows furrowed even tighter: "We probably alerted each other, but the person has left and has not been found - maybe it's good news, at least no body has been seen."
King Jin lowered his head and thought for a moment, then whispered: "Since the people have left, Yin Xiao is not dead yet. If he is dead, they will not hide away. It would be better if he is not dead."
It's not that he feels sorry for Yin Xiao, but that Song Huiyue is obviously very sad when Yin Xiao is missing, and even directly entangles Zhang Xutang. If Yin Xiao dies, he is afraid that Song Huiyue will not be able to bear the blow and will carry her with her.
He held a knife and fought with Zhang Xutang in public.
Xie Zhou thought the same way. There was still something to be done before people died. He smiled at King Jin and said, "Sister Xianyue can come up with such a narrow-minded method and keep Zhang Xutang's eye on her. If Zhang Xutang wants to go
Torturing people just happens to lead the way for us."
King Jin nodded: "I'm afraid Zhang Xutang wouldn't have thought of her evil idea."
Xie Zhou suddenly remembered the King of Jin's meeting with the Holy Spirit, and asked the King of Jin why he had kept him for so long.
The King of Jin smiled bitterly: "I just want me to expose the Zhang family. I'm afraid Li Lin didn't expect that the evidence he left behind was given to me by us, and Jinshang gave it to us again."
Then he urged Xie Zhou to leave quickly - Song Huiyue was still feeding mosquitoes outside, so it was important to change people back quickly.
As Xie Zhou walked, he thought about what he was planning from beginning to end. In the end, he felt aggrieved for the King of Jin - what kind of father is this? He actually uses his own son as a spearman. Are you the emperor or he is the emperor?
All the evidence has been delivered to you, but you don't dare to show off your power. Tomorrow your son will be torn alive by Zhang's troops, you are such a coward.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He walked out angrily and met Xie Chuan who came to discuss matters with the King of Jin. Thinking that he was so stupid and stupid, in contrast, his father was really very kind, so he immediately called out with great emotion.
Call me daddy.
Xie Chuan looked like he was furious, but his voice sounded like he was full of love. He was confused and didn't dare to answer, fearing that his son would be stimulated and become indistinguishable between friend and foe, and he was an old father.
Lose the last pass.
Xie Zhou failed to get the same affectionate answer from Xie Chuan, so he snorted and said in his heart: "Sooner or later, I will raise you up."
Prince Jin and Xie Chuan discussed business matters for more than half an hour. After leaving the study, they saw that Song Huiyue had already returned. However, she did not come in to disturb her, but was sitting outside in the garden covered in dust.
He hurriedly walked into the garden outside the study. When he went in, he saw Song Huiyue lying on the stone table, her hands folded together, her head buried in her arms, and she was just sleeping.
Paper-wrapped incense was lit on the ground, and a chamberlain stood aside, silently fanning the air.
King Jin whispered and asked Huang Ting to bring the ice basin here. He walked forward without making a sound, and reached down to squeeze Song Huiyue's hand.
It was a hot day, and Song Huiyue's hands were sweaty. He didn't dislike it, but just held it blindly. Song Huiyue's head had already been numbed by the arm pillow. At this time, when King Jin touched it, he felt pain like needles.
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"Ouch", Song Huiyue suddenly pulled away her hand and raised her head, "Your Majesty, I'm numb."
King Jin quickly pinched her arm and rubbed it with some force. Song Huiyue was exhausted after running for a day, and she put her face on the stone table again, letting King Jin do whatever she wanted.
"Don't sleep here. There are too many mosquitoes. You can talk to me for a while and have some midnight snacks before I send you home to sleep." King Jin turned to Huang Ting and said, "Bring me some medicinal oil."
Huang Ting quickly ordered the young chamberlain to get it.
When Song Huiyue was in front of the Zhang Mansion, she was still full of energy and holding her breath. However, as soon as she arrived at the Wang Mansion, she felt physically and mentally exhausted, and the feeling of powerlessness came deeply into her heart again.
There was no news from Yin Xiao for a whole day. She didn't know how much Yin Xiao had to suffer.
She refused to raise her head, and still silently placed her head on the stone table. The table was cold, exuding coolness from the inside out, without any warmth, which allowed her to temporarily not think about Zhang Xutang's heart-rending methods.
When King Jin saw this, he no longer forced her. He took the medicinal oil from Huang Ting's hand and rubbed it on her forehead, face and arms.
The mosquitoes in Kyoto are smaller than those in Tanzhou, but they are very tricky. Song Huiyue was particularly affected by the mosquitoes, and her body was covered with bites.
Song Huiyue said angrily, "Did I dig mosquitoes' ancestral graves in my previous life?"
Prince Jin carefully rubbed her five fingers in the palm of his hand: "If you were so naughty in your previous life, it is quite possible that you would have dug out so many ant holes in the palace."
Song Huiyue smiled, and then heard a loud noise from the clouds, thunder rolling, and it looked like it was going to rain.
The sky in June was erratic, so King Jin quickly took Song Huiyue back to his study. After entering the door, Song Huiyue turned her head and glanced at the sky, her eyes dim.
I don’t know where Yin Xiao is at this time.
Yin Xiao didn't know where he was.
He felt like he was in an endless hell, everything was dark, and the blood on his body had solidified and no longer flowed.
He was also surprised that he was not dead yet.
There was no one alive around him. He didn't know how badly he was injured. He only knew that most of the blood in his body seemed to have flowed away like a rushing river. What was poured back into his limbs and bones was cold wind and pain.
I can't even lift a finger.
Because he didn't know how long he had been unconscious, and he couldn't see any light in front of his eyes, he couldn't tell the time. He only knew that there was a wet smell of weeds on the tip of his nose, like after a heavy rain.
The humid air seemed lingering and heavy, as if it were something tangible, turning into threads and invading his body from the gaps between his bones, wreaking havoc inside his body.
After waking up, he lay in this damp atmosphere for two hours, waiting for himself to die, rot, and turn into a pile of mud.
However, after waiting for a long time, he did not die. Instead, he was able to open his swollen eyes a little.
After opening his eyes, his mind became clear and his heart radiated a faint heat. This heat kept him breathing and allowed him to slowly feel the pain in his body.