The waiter took the money and left. He came to Song Huiyue every day to ask for help, and was often so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.
Because Song Huiyue was sorting out Mrs. Song's belongings, she must burn something in a big brazier before going out every day. When the man saw that the clothes and shoes were made of good materials and the workmanship was even more exquisite, if he took them home to give to his wife,
If I wear it, I will definitely be happy from ear to ear. Even if I can't wear it, I can still save some money by sending it to a pawn shop.
There was also a cloak made of fine leather inside, but it was all burned.
The waiter made Yan Yan cry. He felt sorry for these good things and wished he could take action now and give Song Huiyue a good beating.
In the firelight, Song Huiyue looked extremely calm and burned everything that could be burned.
On August 14th, Song Huiyue came out of Zhang's house and went to get the Sichuan crossbow. However, when she got there, she found that the blacksmith's house had been burned into ruins. It was said that the night before yesterday, the blacksmith had burned the roof with a spark.
After giving it, both the blacksmith and his son were burned to a pulp.
The blacksmith was injured, and her Sichuan crossbow was naturally missing.
Song Huiyue stood there without moving for a long time. When she came back to her senses, she realized that Zhang Xutang was behind her with a smile on her face.
Needless to say, this blacksmith shop must have been burned by someone sent by Zhang Xutang.
Song Huiyue walked home without saying a word, and Zhang Xutang followed closely behind her. He felt that Song Huiyue's footsteps were light and her breathing was light, as if the wind was blowing her.
The darker it gets, the more she looks like a wandering spirit emerging from the darkness.
When he walked to the door of Song's house, he saw someone looking at the incense shop next to Song's house, and quickly turned back. Song Huiyue unlocked the door and entered, without lighting a lamp, and sat down on a chair in the yard.
Her upper body was deeply sunk in, her legs hung heavily on the ground, her eyes were half-closed, and she seemed to be thinking of nothing.
Zhang Xutang motioned to Xiao Wei to light the oil lamp. When the lights came together, a lonely and empty Song family was immediately illuminated.
The yard was empty except for a large fire pot, which was filled with dust. There was an empty cage hanging on the porch, and the original thrush inside was missing.
Zhang Xutang walked into the main room and saw that the boxes were open and empty inside.
The whole house seemed empty, and the kitchen was full of cold pots and stoves, without anything edible.
He was very disappointed with the kitchen, so he sat down opposite Song Huiyue and went to see Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue sat in a mess tiredly, as if she couldn't kill Zhang Xutang with the Sichuan crossbow and she couldn't raise her head anymore. Her posture was unorganized and messy, but her expression was completely different, her face was calm, and she could be considered peaceful.
, as if in her heart, everything had been settled, and there was no need for her to worry about it anymore.
Zhang Xutang secretly thought that burning down the blacksmith's shop was not enough. He should wear a pair of chain mail.
Just when he was about to arm himself to the teeth, Song Huiyue suddenly raised her head and glanced at him, with an undercurrent in her eyes, full of ferocity.
Zhang Xutang was shaken by this sight.
He loved these eyes so much. The big black eyes were like the broken glass in his garden, reflecting colorful light in the sun and emitting a cold light at night.
This sight made him so excited that he wished he could dig out Song Huiyue's eyes and keep them properly.
Zhang Xutang sat here with Song Huiyue, neither eating nor drinking, nor even talking, but he sat so contentedly that when he returned to Zhang's house, he still had a smile on his face.
However, his smile did not last long, because the cold wind blew outside, and the cough swept over him again. He sat in the chair and pulled his clothes, coughing violently, with tears streaming down his face. Finally, he took a breath and started to feel like a broken bellows.
Pulling your throat to breathe.
He was sitting on his back, his chest rising and falling slightly, and his pale and weak face had the aura of death, as if he might die at any moment.
The night was long, and Tonghe came out of the dark place and stood in front of him. He gathered some strength and asked, "Have you been trained?"
Tonghe replied without emotion: "Yes."
Zhang Xutang laughed. His appearance was already very frail, but this laugh was very ferocious. Even if the four major river thieves were put in front of him, this laugh would be frightening.
He thought with a grin on his face. At first he wanted to put Yin Xiao by his side and be his death warrior. There is no doubt that once a child like Yin Xiao became a death warrior, he would be given a free pass.
Death gold medal.
Especially when he thought that Song Huiyue had deliberately planned to kill him, but at the last moment, the person who stopped Song Huiyue was the nurse she was concerned about. He simply couldn't imagine what the situation would be like.
It must be extremely exciting.
But it was because of the wonderfulness that he did not dare to put Yin Xiao next to him. If Yin Xiao changed from a well-trained wolf dog to Song Huiyue's guardian as soon as he saw Song Huiyue, then he would be miserable.
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Finally, he reluctantly made a decision: "Let him go to his father's place."
Tonghe took the order and left, disappearing into the darkness like a gust of wind, and soon lost his trace.
The next day is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Song Huiyue did not go to the Zhang family. Xiao Wei came to pick her up twice, but she ignored them. Several groups of people came to the Xie family to invite her, but she declined all of them. She only said that she would burn incense for her late mother at home and would not go out.
The Xie family had no choice but to ask their servants to bring a large table of banquets. The wind was strong in the yard and it became cold while eating. Song Huiyue took matters into her own hands and moved the dishes one by one to the kitchen.
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She lit a fire and warmed a pot of wine, and ate and drank several dishes from the palace, but she was indifferent and just ate numbly to fill her stomach.
She didn't care whether it tasted good or not. Even if she was given a piece of dry biscuit and a bowl of cold water, she would still swallow it.
After eating and drinking, she returned to Mrs. Song's house and saw that everything that could be burned had been burned. The jewelry and other objects had already been buried with Mrs. Song. The other utensils were all bulky furniture. She really had no way to move them, so she had to give up.
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After seeing it, she went back to her room, looked in the mirror, painted her eyebrows, put on makeup and powder, put a lot of effort into bunting her hair, covered her head with pearls and splendid embroidery, took out the bean boy and helped her remove the iron.
The Sichuan crossbow is paved.
It was still a single arrow and could not be repeated, but could be hidden in the sleeve. She tied the sleeve bag, put on a pair of sheepskin boots, hid a short knife in the boot, put on the curtain hat, and pushed the door open and went out.
It's very lively outside.
Her outfit was inconspicuous among the many gorgeous clothes. Wearing a curtain and hat, she walked quickly to Jinming Pond. She went straight into the south Lingxing Gate of the Immortal Bridge and looked at the colorful buildings lined up on both sides.
The moonlight was already bright, the lights were bright, and many prostitutes boarded the colorful building one after another.
Song Huiyue threw down her curtain and hat, and walked up among the group of people.
As soon as you get to the colorful building, you can clearly see the appearance of the people below. The prostitutes are well-dressed, treating the prostitutes as cattle and sheep, marking the prices, and competing for their pleasure.
The prostitutes were all experienced in the aphrodisiac, and they didn't take it seriously. They just continued to send fragrance and flirtatious glances downwards. Some prostitutes were ingenious, playing the piano and dancing on the flying fish boat, dyeing the fairy bridge with fragrance.
Song Huiyue hid behind the prostitutes, staring at the Xianqiao with burning eyes, waiting for her prey to arrive.