Xie Zhou looked at King Jin with caring eyes, as if he were Song Qinghui.
"You caught it, and you raised it, her bird?"
"Yes, hers." King Jin dropped the fish, cleaned his hands, dried them casually with a silk handkerchief, left the big bird, and sat on the couch, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay," Xie Zhou sat down on the stool and placed a large pile of letters in front of Prince Jin, "I'm too busy."
King Jin was in a good mood and did not agree with him: "I'll see it later."
Xie Zhou stared: "You don't want to see it now?"
King Jin nodded seriously: "Now I have to help the lady raise birds."
After saying that, he really went to watch the birds again.
Xie Zhou came out stunned and said to Huang Ting: "Your Majesty is ill."
Huang Ting quickly asked him: "Why are you sick?"
Xie Zhou pointed to his head and said sincerely: "It seems to be a mess here."
Huang Ting didn't react for a moment, thinking that King Jin had caught a cold after playing all day, so he hurriedly walked inside. Halfway through, he suddenly felt something was wrong and quietly retreated.
He thought to himself, why hasn't the prince sewn up Mr. Xie's mouth yet?
The King of Jin was proud and continued to be busy with his major affairs. Song Huiyue played for a day and continued to be busy with her marriage. Zhang Xutang was anxious for a day and continued to be busy with his assassination plan.
The plan was an assassination, but it was actually a game that everyone knew well.
Just see who can play better.
During the day, Zhang Xutang wore the skin of a studious and inquiring person and worked in disgrace in the academy. At night, he took off this skin and revealed his true form, sleeping with all the famous prostitutes in Tanzhou Prefecture.
The right and wrong of Tanzhou poured into his ears like running water.
After working day and night until the tenth day of September, he became tired and sick. His cheeks were red, his lips were white, his eyes were black and blue, and his eyes were lifeless. He lay on the bed and drank porridge.
I am finally free and can do some serious work this time.
The so-called serious business is actually to use force against the King of Jin.
Zhang Xutang said to Zhan Shizhao in a state of weakness: "If this continues, I will fall in love with the King of Jin for a long time."
Zhan Shizhao thought that there is no plowed land, only exhausted cattle. You are too stubborn.
Zhang Xutang said again: "Just use Xie Chuan."
Zhan Shizhao nodded immediately: "I'll make arrangements right away."
As a result, Zhang Xutang waved his hands hesitantly, cocked his head, and stared at the tabloid at hand.
If he were the King of Jin, and his chief minister had nothing to do with him and sent him some food, his first reaction would probably be that there is something wrong with this person.
Zhan Shizhao saw that he was deep in thought and silently withdrew.
On the surface, he was the steward following Zhang Xutang, but secretly he was the shogunate of the Zhang family. But when he arrived in Tanzhou, he clearly knew that he had become a decoration.
Zhang Xutang lay on the bed, ate some plain porridge, three bowls of good medicine, chatted and laughed for an hour with his playmates who came to visit him, and read ten tabloids in total. Night came.
He shook off the quilt and got out of bed, put on the cloak weakly, and asked Zhan Shizhao to accompany him to the garden to get some fresh air.
The whole Zhang family followed him and became quiet. The few playmates and idlers were all very sensible and stopped making trouble at home. They took money from Zhan Shizhao and went out to travel around.
The stars filled the sky, falling gently and lingeringly in his eyes.
He doesn't like to face the night alone. The unknown ugliness is hidden in the night. The moon is like a single eye in the sky, unfathomable, watching the crimes people commit.
It can be seen that he has grown twenty-three years in vain, but in fact he is still a coward who is afraid of the dark.
He sorted out the news and said to Zhan Shizhao: "The most well-informed person in the city is not the courtesan, nor the gamblers in the shop, but the young lady of the Qi family in the back house.
He is such a smart man, but he is too loose-mouthed."
Just by quietly following Qi Yu's carriage, he could hear a lot of secrets.
Zhan Shizhao smiled and said: "If the eldest lady of the Song family had such a broken mouth, we wouldn't have to worry about it for so long."
"It's strange to say that Miss Qi didn't say much gossip about Mrs. Song. Didn't the two of them have a relationship?"
"I haven't heard of any friendship," Zhan Shizhao checked Song Huiyue clearly, "I only visited once with the young lady of the Yan family."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xutang suddenly stopped and stood still on the spot, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He was like a patient recovering from his illness, his face turned crimson, and his eyes emitted two extremely bright lights. He suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhan Shizhao's lapel: "I know! I know!"
Zhan Shizhao asked him to jump back: "What does the second master know?"
Zhang Xutang didn't answer, he just walked around in circles, smiling ferociously, and his sinister and sinister soul finally emerged from the floating skin.
He ran to the study room with his clothes in the wind, lost the shoes on his feet, and dived into the tabloids without even looking at them.
"I know! I know!"
He picked up one piece, looked at it briefly and threw it away. He picked up another piece, looked at it twice and threw it away. He waved his hands: "No, no, this isn't it either! No!"
Zhan Shizhao caught up and wanted to hold Zhang Xutang down: "Second Master, slow down, tell me which one you are looking for, and I will find it."
Zhang Xutang turned a deaf ear and was completely immersed in his own thoughts. The tabloids left him scattered all over the floor.
Sitting down on the ground, he turned over the old tabloids until black and white changed and the sky turned blue, and he stopped with a runny nose.
Holding the tabloid in his hand tightly, he was trembling with excitement, his face was red, and he pointed it out to Zhan Shizhao: "This, this is it!"
Zhan Shizhao had been working hard to accompany him by adding lamps and pouring tea. After hearing this, he quickly took it over and looked at it carefully by the firelight.
What is written above is a case from four years ago.
It was Wang Xizhen, who was in office at the time and was involved in the Tanzhou official bank theft case, and was imprisoned. At that time, his son was also taken away.
This child was too young and had witnessed some cruel methods in prison. After he was released, he fell seriously ill and died within three days.
Zhan Shizhao read it from beginning to end, trying to discern clues between the lines, but failed.
"Second Master, is this case very strange?"
Zhang Xutang shook his head: "It's not that the case is strange, but that Wang Xizhen's wife is the eldest lady of the Qi family. The eldest lady of the Qi family once broke up with the eldest lady of the Song family."
Zhan Shizhao stared at his eyes, which could hardly hold their lids any longer: "Then what?"
Zhang Xutang slapped him on the shoulder: "The Song family has a son who was also imprisoned with Song Qi at the beginning. He was so frightened! Now Mrs. Qi's son is also imprisoned with his father and is frightened to death.
Whose handiwork do you think this is?"
He took a sharp jab at the tabloid: "Look at the punishment mentioned above, it is exactly the same as the one in the Song Qi case file!"
Zhan Shizhao was almost stunned by this slap.
He returned his mind and clarified Zhang Xutang's words word by word, and finally understood the context between the lines.