The lights in front of the mansion are brightly lit, and the hanging lanterns are showing their vitality. Zhang Rui's sedan has just left here to go to court. The Zhang family's family members are also very proud, staring at the servants cleaning the animal-faced copper ring on the door.
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Song Huiyue stood in front of Zhang's house and felt the mighty wind around her, coming from all directions. The sky was low and the house was high. She became a withered leaf and was swept away by the wind.
No matter how strong the wind is, she can withstand it.
Stepping up to the steps of Zhang's house, the doorman was about to shout that he couldn't go through the front door. When he saw the female evil spirit coming, he quickly moved out of the way with Sasu's servants, making way for a thorny road.
Song Huiyue walked without squinting. Now that the Zhang family is in power, even the flowers and trees seem to be in great spirits. They are hanging fruits and blooming, creating a prosperous scene.
In this family, there is no difference whether Zhang Xuling is present or not.
She divided flowers and brushed willows all the way to the door of Zhang Xutang's courtyard. She was about to go in when she stopped again.
The courtyard was crowded with maids and women, and Mrs. Zhang was leading the female family members to warmly care for Zhang Xutang.
Zhang Xutang was eating pomegranates amidst this airtight care. He was sitting on the couch, stretched out his legs and put them on the small table. He was peeling pomegranates in his hands and didn't care about the pomegranate juice staining his fingers. He looked very happy.
It doesn't matter.
Mrs. Zhang snatched the pomegranate from his hand: "You have been known as a wanderer for nothing. Now the marriage has been cancelled, and there is not even a girl in the room! I will give you these two lovely things. Don't go with me."
Those unruly nonsense!”
"Who has no rules?" Zhang Xutang took out the handkerchief to wipe his hands, and glanced at the shy and shy maid next to Mrs. Zhang with a half-smile but not a smile.
Both maids are petite and delicate, especially their delicate and white skin, which is very eye-catching.
Mrs. Zhang immediately said: "Don't be dismissive of me, the one with big eyes, I don't think she is a good girl, she just looks like, like - reckless! Female bandit! Jiang thief!"
Zhang Xutang was dumbfounded when he heard this series of descriptions. At the same time, he felt that his mother was right. Song Huiyue did have the ruthlessness of a desperado.
But he was still not interested in the two little girls sent by Mrs. Zhang: "No, the eyes are too small."
Mrs. Zhang was furious: "What's the use of big eyes? Cow's eyes are even bigger. Why don't you ask the cow to warm your bed!"
"Niu?" Zhang Xutang thought seriously, "If the bed can fit..."
"Still talking nonsense!" Mrs. Zhang grabbed a maid and pushed her to stand next to Zhang Xutang, "Let Pu Xiang serve you!"
After saying that, as if she was worried that Zhang Xutang would return the goods, she turned away with her troops and galloped all the way to the door, where she happened to see Song Huiyue.
Mrs. Zhang glanced at Song Huiyue, and finally said sternly: "Even if your eyes are bigger than an ox, don't even think about marrying in! Our family's family background means that we don't even want you to be a concubine..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xutang's deep voice came from inside: "Mom, you've been out for a long time. You'd better go see your nephew quickly. Don't waste your time here."
His tone was unquestionably commanding. Mrs. Zhang's expression froze, she snorted heavily, closed her mouth, and only used her eyes to accuse Song Huiyue.
However, Song Huiyue has developed an extremely thick skin and her expression remains unchanged. Mrs. Zhang left in vain, which was very disappointing...
As soon as Mrs. Zhang left, Song Huiyue stepped in. The maid in the room was already half lying and half sitting on Zhang Xutang's thigh. Zhang Xutang's hands wandered inside the clothes, bringing out the suffocating aroma -
—Both of them had been marinated in incense, and the smell of the naked bodies of men and women was almost nauseating.
Four or five red pomegranates were rolled on the couch. Song Huiyue picked one up without changing his expression, broke it open from the gap, and peeled off the crystal clear pomegranate seeds to eat.
Zhang Xutang saw her sitting in the Taishi chair under the couch, only eating, and was not interested in the maid on her body. He pushed the maid away and yawned: "You came late today, Xiao Wei went to pick you up and didn't look at it.
Come on, where have you been?"
Song Huiyue peeled a handful of pomegranate seeds in her hand: "No need to pick them, just make clothes."
Then he raised his head, swallowed the pomegranate seeds in one gulp, and chewed the bulging seeds in his mouth.
Zhang Xutang immediately went to look at the clothes she was wearing. Seeing that she had changed into thick clothes today, she was really short of money, so he smiled and said, "I will accompany you to make some good clothes."
Song Huiyue continued to peel pomegranates: "No, I'm in Xiaoli."
"Yes, have you eaten yet?"
"No."
"What to eat?"
"Fried ghost."
Zhang Xutang followed Song Huiyue and ate two hot and crispy pancakes. Two bubbles appeared on his tongue. He quickly took a spoonful of soup and drank it. As soon as it entered his mouth, he immediately threw the spoon into the bowl: "This
What is it?"
The little maid named Pu Xiang said cautiously: "The tonic soup was prepared by Madam herself."
She had just arrived and didn't know how scary Zhang Xutang was, but she knew how to read people's faces. Zhang Lin and Xiao Wei's walking on thin ice made her subconsciously cautious, and even her voice became three points softer.
As for that sweet dream of waiting to fly onto a branch and become a phoenix, it's better not to do it.
Zhang Xutang frowned and then said: "Give her a bowl."
Pu Xiang quickly filled a bowl for Song Huiyue and placed it in front of Song Huiyue. Song Huiyue put down her chopsticks and scooped out a bowl of nourishing soup with unknown content from the bowl. She blew it again and again, blowing out a complex stream of soup.
The smell of ginseng makes me very hesitant.
"Try it." Zhang Xutang urged.
Song Huiyue tasted a spoonful of it as if she was taking poison, and found that it was not unpleasant to eat, but the taste was not that good either. It was salty and sweet, with a hint of bitterness in the sweetness.
Although the taste was not good, it must be very filling, so she raised her head and drank a bowl.
Zhang Xutang watched her drink. After watching it, he felt as if he had become greedy as well, so he drank it all in one go.
As a result, his painful intestines were almost knotted. He hurriedly rinsed his mouth with strong tea and ate a small oil cake to feel better.
Song Huiyue continued to drink, and drank every drop of the huge cup of tonic soup. Finally, she wiped her mouth clean, lay down in the chair without moving, closed her eyes and rested.
Just when she was drifting off to sleep, a shadow suddenly fell in front of her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she saw Zhang Xutang's white and blue sick face had come in front of her at some point, and the tips of their noses were almost touching.
Without thinking, she raised her hand and slapped him.
Zhang Xutang gained experience this time and caught her slap with both hands, put her hand in his palm and held it firmly, smiling: "Are you really planning to slap me to death?"
Song Huiyue immediately pulled her hands back, stood up and walked to the washing rack. She washed her hands thoroughly with the cold water inside, then put them under her nose and smelled carefully. She did not smell Zhang Xutang's sticky aroma.
Forget it.
Zhang Xutang also put his hand under his nose and smelled it, and said with an unknown smile: "Your smell is quite good."
Then he looked at Song Huiyue: "I think you also like the fragrance of me?"
"How can I see it?"
"You're so excited that your nose bleeds."
Under Song Huiyue's nose, two tubes of bright red blood were slowly flowing down. She also felt itchy and hot in her nose. She reached out and touched it, and the blood flowed in between her fingers.