Back then, Song Qi refused to frame the King of Jin no matter what, so he let Song Qinghui watch from the sidelines as he sat on a nail and burned the tendons on the back of his hook. Song Qi's life was worse than death, and the young Song Qinghui also lost his mind because of this.
And the same goes for this Wang Xiyun.
Even his son spent the same time in prison as Song Qinghui.
Mrs. Qi used her words to try to suppress Song Qinghui, and she experienced the pain of losing a son.
Who is secretly standing up for Song Huiyue?
There is no one else but King Jin.
She used her private power and did not hesitate to leave traces. From this point of view, this Lady of Song Dynasty was the most important thing in the heart of the King of Jin.
Zhan Shizhao's eyes were as bright as Zhang Xutang's, and he admitted from the bottom of his heart that Zhang Xutang and Zhang Guifei were not only aunts and nephews, but also a rare pair of close friends when it came to plotting against the King of Jin.
But after letting the light go, he told Zhang Xutang some bad news with a solemn expression.
"The entire Jinghu South Road is probably under the control of the King of Jin. The officials cannot be trusted, and the taxes over the years may not be trustworthy."
This means that King Jin has far more people and money than they realize.
Zhang Xutang was in a good mood and stretched himself: "A dying person, even if his hand reaches out to the dragon chair, what's the use? Are you hungry? I want to eat something."
His haze was swept away, his spirit was lifted, and he felt like he could eat a chicken.
He had a gluttonous mind but a small stomach. He only drank a small bowl of chicken soup and couldn't eat anymore. He looked at Zhan Shizhao's cheeks and was very envious.
When Zhan Shizhao saw him put down his chopsticks, he hurriedly drank the soup, wiped his mouth, and asked Zhang Xutang: "But Mrs. Song doesn't go to the Three Treasures Palace of King Jin for any reason. If she goes there rashly, King Jin may be suspicious."
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Zhang Xutang laughed twice and had a perfect idea in his mind: "If you have nothing to do, find something for her to do. Come over here."
He hooked Zhan Shizhao's head and began to whisper: "There is a little lady named Luo Huiniang..."
His voice was sometimes soft and sometimes heavy. The more he talked, the more excited he became. The more he talked, the more he felt that his arrangement was perfect.
And the various characters in his plan have no idea that the disaster is just around the corner, and they are busy working on their own.
Another day later, a fragrant wind suddenly blew in the peaceful Tanzhou City.
An oiran came to the city and rented a large house by the Swallow Bridge. She took her mother and two sisters with her and hung out two gardenia lanterns to welcome the guests.
The autumn wind also comes in, the autumn rain comes in, and the swallows come in, bringing out the sound of silk, bamboo and sandalwood boards, and the fragrant kerchief.
Especially since the oiran lady was sixteen years old and had not yet groomed her hair. She wanted to find a husband she was satisfied with. She asked for five hundred taels on the first night, which immediately caused a stir among the dandies in the city.
The most famous noodle in Tanzhou City only cost 300 taels the first night.
There are three or four helpers in the Jin Palace, so naturally they don't want to miss such a beautiful thing.
The five evil young men under Zhang Xutang also swarmed over.
The two teams met on a narrow road at Yanzi Bridge. The two sides were jealous of each other in Tanzhou City. They were enemies every time they met. They started to quarrel with each other after they met each other.
The scolding was out of proportion. I don't know who said that King Jin himself died in the palace, paralyzed on the bed, but let a group of mad dogs out to bite people.
Du Lan happened to be greedy for a drink at dinner, and he was half drunk. Hearing that, it was okay, he punched him, and a fight suddenly broke out.
Those evil boys could not hold back their fists and kicks, and they ran back to Zhang's Mansion with bruises and bruises on their faces. After thinking about it, they couldn't swallow it, so they called a dozen idle men to go back and restore the situation.
Du Lan and others went in and sat down. They had just drank two cups of tea when they were led out by shouts and curses.
This time they had fewer people and suffered a disadvantage, leaving the opponent beaten to pieces.
How could Du Lan be willing to suffer a loss? He angrily asked the other party to wait, and ran back to the palace to fetch reinforcements.
In this way, you and I were coming and going, moving reinforcements, looking for accomplices, making a fuss, attracting countless people to watch the excitement, and blocking the area around Yanzi Bridge.
The oiran's mother was named He Sanma. She stamped her feet anxiously under the bridge and called her daughter loudly: "Sister Xiang, please let Qin Niang think of a way!"
"My dear, I'm not going to have a good day today. Let them go. If they break the fence and trample on the grass roots, I'll just ask them to pay for it." Sister Xiang stretched out her head. Under the light, everyone saw that she was also pretty.
He Sama valued Qin Niang more than gold. Moreover, she was the one who brought this girl to her, so she didn't dare to disobey her, so she could only say in a low voice: "That's true."
What ended the fight was not the Yamen patrol but a fire.
I don't know who was watching the excitement and poured a lantern in his hand. The candle poured oil and fell on the firewood. At first, there was only a little firefly. No one noticed it. It burned for a while. Then the firewood suddenly started to burn. Sparks flew into the sky and illuminated the night.
brightly lit.
Everyone ran away, shouted, and went to get water bags, hemp bags, and fire hooks to put out the fire.
The night watchman on the fire watch tower in the city saw it and was shocked. He quickly notified the fire shop and organized people and horses to come to put out the fire, dragging pumps, fire sickles and Liu Sa Gong.
It's just that the autumn air is crisp and the fire is strong, almost all the houses on the west side of Yanzi Bridge have been wiped out.
The embers illuminated the frightened faces of the people.
Zhu Guangli had already stayed with his wife when the fire broke out. When he heard the fire, he hurriedly got out of bed and started getting dressed while cursing.
"Stay up late at night and set fires! I'm tired of living! I'll arrest them all and give each of them fifty blows!"
Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Pei threw a soft pillow and hit him on the back of the head: "Shut up, you're making so much noise, why don't you let me sleep!"
"Yes, madam." Zhu Guangli closed his mouth angrily, opened the door gently and went out, then turned around and closed the door.
Then he hurriedly walked to the front hall, and halfway he met Ni Peng, who looked also in a hurry.
"Master Ni," when he saw Ni Peng, his anxious heart finally calmed down, "It's such a troubled time. We must find the person who caused the fire, otherwise the government won't have so much money to comfort him. You don't know that Tanzhou is not here at all."
rich."
With so little money, he wouldn't be rich even if he wanted to line his own pockets.
Ni Peng reported: "My lord, don't panic. We don't need to intervene in this matter. Zhang Yanei and Prince Jin have already passed."
Zhu Guangli paused and looked at him: "What's going on?"
Ni Peng had already found out the whole story, starting from the fight between Du Lan and others, and started talking about it in detail.
At the Yanzi Bridge, Zhang Xutang arrived first, holding a fan and standing among the messy ruins, feeling surprised and amazed.
Unexpectedly, a small fight would end up burning down half the street.
He didn't even expect that he would see King Jin at this time.
He had tried so hard to see King Jin and look for clues before, but he had failed. Now he had a conclusion in his mind, but King Jin had appeared out of nowhere.
The carriage of the King of Jin has arrived, and the curtains are lifted as it descends, rushing like a dragon, wearing clothes and precious belts, and its manners are dignified.
As he got closer, Zhang Xutang saw that King Jin's eyes were as bright as stars, his face was like jade, and he was noble and graceful. He couldn't help but think of King Yan in his heart, and secretly compared the two.
After this comparison, I suddenly felt that something was not good. It would be better to let King Jin be buried as soon as possible so that everyone could feel at ease.