Zhang Xutang was lying on the bed, his head covered with bumps. He could shave his head and pretend to be Buddha.
He gritted his teeth and cursed Song Huiyue who was sitting in the yard: "You are really capable, you can hit a ditch on such a wide road!"
Song Huiyue had a big bulge on her forehead, and she was eating tea as if nothing had happened through a door - the first time she drove a carriage, she could drive the carriage to take off, and after several times of driving, it would naturally not fall into a ditch.
What's more, it was a pity for her that Zhang Xutang only broke his head and not even a single bone.
Zhang Xutang cursed at heaven and earth, but Song Huiyue remained indifferent. Finally, Zhang Xutang couldn't bear it any longer. He endured the pain on his head and stood up, pulling on his shoes and walking out of the room: "Young master, I'm already hurt like this, do you still have thoughts?"
Eat! Talk!”
Song Huiyue rolled her eyes: "I will eat more if you die."
What she said was true. Zhang Xutang couldn't argue with it. He used a series of kicks on Xiao Wei, and slapped Zhang Lin four times when he came to change his dressing. The servant even wiped his face and made him splash
A basin of hot water.
This small courtyard caused a huge fuss. He sat down opposite Song Huiyue, angrily grabbed the plate and stuffed the snack into his mouth.
He ate and watched. After watching for a while, his anger subsided.
Song Huiyue lost part of her beauty, her face was pale, her big eyes were sunken deeply into her sockets, her hair was messy, her clothes were wrinkled into dried vegetables, her skin and lips were chapped, and she looked like a mess.
Only his expression was an indescribable tranquility.
Finally conquered her!
The Zhang family, the world, and Song Huiyue are all under his control!
This shows that he has extraordinary wisdom and can turn the clouds and rain with his hand. However, the so-called rules in this world have restricted him and prevented him from displaying his talents, so that his life is still dark.
It's a pity - a fool like King Yan can control the situation in the court, but he can only make plans in the dark, because of these bullshit benevolence, justice and morality, forcing him to hide from the light of day.
Song Huiyue could compete with him in the ring, and she was a natural talent like him, but it was a pity that she was trapped by her family and her daughter's body, and the love and love of King Jin also made her disappear from everyone.
However, so many constraints could not suppress her mind and intelligence. Her personality was as dazzling as her big eyes.
The two of them finally stayed together.
After being beautiful for a moment, his head started to feel buzzing and painful again, and most of his good mood was lost. He just ate in a depressed mood, and then fell asleep after eating.
He is not afraid that Song Huiyue will kill him. If Song Huiyue can be cruel to him in the Zhang family, she will be even more powerful than the "Plague Monkey".
He slept, and Song Huiyue also found a room to sleep in. The two of them slept until the sun set. When Zhang Xutang woke up, he immediately shook Song Huiyue up from the recliner.
Song Huiyue raised her hand and slapped Zhang Xutang. Zhang Xutang dodged quickly, and her hand slapped him on the head - it might as well have been slapped on the face, and the bag on his head fell apart with the slap.
Zhang Xutang shivered on the spot due to shock and pain.
Zhang Xutang is not angry.
He found that he almost fell in love with the way Song Huiyue treated him - simple and rough, with blatant murderous intent and hatred, and every move was in line with his wishes.
He grabbed Song Huiyue's hand and slapped his face: "Okay, let's eat quickly."
Song Huiyue withdrew her hand and got up from the recliner to have dinner with Zhang Xutang.
The Zhang family is not big, but the lines are clearly defined, and no one will approach at will. Only the cry of the eldest grandson of the Zhang family goes straight into the sky, regardless of the inside or outside, and reaches Zhang Xutang's ears, making him wish he could pack the child away with him.
Send it to Lingnan.
He personally brought a crab to Song Huiyue. Seeing that Song Huiyue had a dull expression on her face and her lips were red from drinking the sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine, he smiled and said, "Tell me, how do you plan to kill me? Or do you plan to practice some kind of divine palm?
Slap me to death?"
Song Huiyue lowered her eyes and replied emotionlessly: "You will know when you die."
Zhang Xutang smiled and nodded: "Okay, I'll wait."
Song Huiyue took apart the crabs vigorously, piled the crab shells into a hill, and looked at Zhang Xutang through the gap in the hill.
Her eyes were sharp and cold, and they passed over Zhang Xutang's body inch by inch. There was a kind of Lingchi fear, as if she was tearing him apart like a crab.
Under her gaze, Zhang Xutang opened the crabs calmly and poured hot rice wine for Song Huiyue again.
After dinner, Song Huiyue went out alone, completely ignoring the people following her - whether it was King Jin or Zhang Xutang, she didn't care and allowed people to pry.
Walking all the way to Pan Loudong Cross Street, there is a ghost market here. It is not yet the time to light up the lights and trade. There are only two or three wine shops still open, as well as two shops selling incense, candles, paper money and other items, and there is also an iron shop.
Shop, the word "Good Iron" is written on the door wall.
Song Huiyue walked forward. There were two men at the door holding two low benches. There was a broken table in the middle, with a basket of cooking cakes and a bowl of pickles on it. The two of them were gesturing with their cheeks.
Seeing Song Huiyue, the elder stood up and asked: "Little lady, do you want to use scissors or a kitchen knife?"
Song Huiyue shook her head: "Can you use weapons?"
"Yes, it depends on what the young lady wants, a light dagger, a dagger, or an arrow."
Song Huiyue shook her head again: "I want an Ogawa crossbow for shooting birds. It can be as long as a foot. I want a repeating crossbow."
The blacksmith thought for a while: "Those who can't shoot repeating crossbows, but can only shoot single arrows, and those who can shoot repeating crossbows are all on the list, and they only make weapons for the government."
Song Huiyue was a little disappointed.
The blacksmith added: "Since you are shooting birds, don't even use a crossbow. I will shoot you a good short arrow. If you are accurate, you can kill two birds with one arrow."
"It's enough to shoot birds..." Song Huiyue thought for a while, but still regretted not having a repeating crossbow. "Okay, let's go to your place to shoot. How much money will it cost?"
"I want ten taels, not because of the pig iron, but because of the effort involved in organizing these things. Give me half as a deposit first."
Song Huiyue took out a small silver coin of five taels from the money bag at her waist and handed it to the blacksmith: "How long will it take to get it?"
"I still have a few knives to shoot. You can pick them up on the 14th."
Song Huiyue handed over the silver, set a time to pick up the Sichuan Nu, and walked all the way home.
The sky is already very dark, the moon is like a curved hook, looming in the clouds, and the blowing wind is also vaguely chilly, getting into people's clothes, making people can't help but get goosebumps.
Song Huiyue held her arms and walked forward. On this day in Zhang's house, she was not tired from running around and just drove the carriage into the ditch. But for some reason, she felt more tired than going to the dock to carry a big bag for a day.
The sky began to turn dark, and the wine shops and footwear shops on both sides were still open, but the incense shops were closed. She walked quickly to the door of her home, and saw a lantern hanging on the door, with a little light shining from the lantern.
The soft light can't help but make you feel a little more at ease.
The door was not bolted, so I pushed it open and went in. There was an oil lamp burning in the yard all night. Aunt Lin and Tan Ran were sitting in the yard stacking gold and silver ingots - the house lacked the smell of medicine and had more smell of incense, candles and paper money.