After Wan Yunjun visited the Yuan family, King Jin never asked her to do anything. She just sat in the guest room with Song Huiyue and ate three meals a day, and then ate countless meals.
, and changed the wound medicine again and again, a dignified prince seemed to be possessed by a rogue, either with a headache or brain fever, occupying Song Huiyue in the guest room and unable to get away.
Wan Yunjun had no choice but to run around again, transporting the food from the kitchen to King Jin, and became the poison tester without daring to speak out.
Wanjia's food is very good, the soup is slow-cooked, the meat is braised and smoked, and it is served with different kinds of bream and vinegared ginger.
Wan Yunjun tasted it, and started to eat it without paying attention, so his stomach was often bloated, which made Song Huiyue eat more chopsticks.
The King of Jin sat comfortably amidst the aroma of chicken, duck and fish, but Zhang Xutang could not eat.
He had no news about Prince Jin and Song Huiyue. On the night before Mrs. Zhang's funeral, he couldn't even swallow a sip of tea. He always felt that Song Huiyue had escaped and the Zhang family would eventually turn into powder in her hands.
His worries overlapped with the funeral outside, which made him seem to be depressed because his mother died, and he wished he could run after her.
When the guests and servants coming and going saw him, they all sighed and thought Zhang Xutang was pitiful.
Nephew Zhang Zihou tilted his head in front of Zhang Xutang and cried softly. Because he had been scolded by him, he did not dare to cry loudly. He only dared to whisper for his grandmother.
"Since he is filial, take him to the mourning hall and ask him to kneel in front of his mother. When he stops crying, he will come back."
The new nanny hesitated and said: "Young Master is still young, so kowtow is okay, but I'm afraid he won't be able to stand it in the mourning hall."
Zhang Xutang rubbed his forehead, Xiaowei watched his words and signaled the wet nurse to take the young master away quickly.
The nephew and the nanny left together, and the room became quiet again. Zhang Xutang suppressed his anxiety and paced back and forth.
Before he could think about it, King Yan also entered the door. When he saw Zhang Xutang, he said: "Li Shouming is in Caihe!"
Zhang Xutang paused on his feet, tilted his head with his hands behind his back, his slender eyes widened, and looked at King Yan as if looking at a rare object: "Oh."
King Yan sat down on the main seat and drank tea proudly: "I know you don't believe it."
Then he told Zhang Xutang the whole story with great joy.
His people have also been looking for King Jin in the past few days. Unlike Zhang Xutang, he always thought that King Jin had hidden in Wuyou Cave or an obscene place like Wazi.
This morning, he asked someone to join the army in Beiwari and heard that someone had hired ten desperadoes and rented a carriage with ten horses. They were going to pick up three people by the Cai River tomorrow morning at the turn of Yin and Mao.
, escorted out of the city.
After he learned the news, he immediately sent someone to inquire carefully. Unfortunately, he didn't know much information. He only knew that these ten people were fleeing river thieves. These people also bought a lot of things to keep out the cold. It seemed that they were going all the way.
Go north.
As for who the three people picked up were, there is no information at all.
His people also found a small goldfish weighing one or two pounds in a shop selling fox fur cloaks.
King Yan took out a small golden fish from the purse on his waist and placed it on the table. The goldfish was only half a finger long, but it was lifelike. The scales on it were clearly visible and the two cheeks were opening and closing. It was indeed made by Wensiyuan.
"This goldfish was given by my father in the palace during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Li Shouming and I each had a bag. When Li Shouming was assassinated, he left the palace in a hurry. There was no one to accompany him and he had no silver with him. He only had this bag of little goldfish to enjoy.
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It must have been the King of Jin who wanted to escort the girl named Song out of the city, so he exposed his fault, otherwise none of us would have thought that he was in Caihe,
Tonight I will arrange my manpower to go to the Cai River to find a pick-up location and guard it until early tomorrow morning. If there is anyone suspicious, I will capture it immediately."
Zhang Xutang's eyes only lit up once when the little goldfish appeared.
When Zhang Zihou was born, Jinshang gave Zhang Rui Yu'er steamed buns, which contained goldfish and silverfish like this.
If it is true that the King of Jin wants to escort Song Huiyue out of the city, it makes sense. Mrs. Zhang will have a funeral tomorrow. Even if his filial son breaks his leg, he will have to follow the coffin.
Zhang Xutang used the silver to push away the charcoal fire: "What are you doing to capture the King of Jin?"
King Yan was speechless for a moment: "Take it... take it..."
"It's not about taking it down, it's about killing it," Zhang Xutang corrected him, "You can't do this by the Cai River."
King Yan's eyebrows that were raised just now fell down: "Where can we do it?"
Zhang Xutang coughed: "Bring me the topographic map of Gyeonggi Province."
King Yan quickly got up to get it and spread it out on the table. Zhang Xutang pulled on his shoes and stood in front of the table. He looked at it carefully for a moment and pointed to Taihang County in the north and said, "We can't let them enter Taihang County."
There are more than a dozen abandoned pass fortresses in the Taihangxing area. Many places have towering cliffs, deep ravines, and winding paths, which are not conducive to interception and killing.
After a long time, he nodded to Jin Wang Zhuangzi: "The carriage is going north. There is only a wide road here to go, so we will ambush in the mountains. I will leave this matter to you. Take out all the people you can use." , as soon as the cavalry arrives, kill them all, leaving no one alive."
King Yan asked dryly: "Aren't you going?"
Zhang Xutang stared at him: "I'm going, will you be a dutiful son to my mother?"
King Yan quickly explained: "I am worried that something will happen when the time comes."
The King of Jin lived a lonely life, scheming that the city was far ahead of the King of Yan, and the King of Yan was afraid that he would not be able to control him.
Zhang Xutang became timid when he heard that the others had not yet moved, so he darkened his face. The Shen King of Yan only agreed: "Why don't you go to Su Ting and borrow a few imperial guards from the capital?"
Zhang Xutang was so disappointed in him that he couldn't even call him an idiot.
By colluding with Su Ting, I will be able to jump up from the throne and destroy the Zhang family.
He looked at the terrain map carefully and suddenly shouted: "Zhang Lin!"
"Second Master." Zhang Lin came in from outside.
Zhang Xutang gave him his private seal: "Go immediately to the Baoqing Army stationed in the west of the capital to borrow thirty men, and rush to Taihangxing before midnight. Their commander dare not refuse to borrow them."
No one who has been through the hands of the Zhang family is clean. If they want to escape, they will lose a layer of skin even if they die.
Zhang Lin took the order and left.
Zhang Xutang looked at King Yan: "With thirty garrison troops, plus the manpower of the palace, is it enough to deal with a mere ten people?"
"Enough is enough." King Yan did not dare to say it was not enough. If he said it was not enough, I am afraid Zhang Xutang would slap him in the face.
"I'm going to do it now. This time, I must let Li Shouming die without a burial place!"
King Yan strode away, Zhang Xutang seemed to have too much darkness in his head, his head drooped down, and his face almost touched the topographic map.
He whispered: "Song Huiyue, are you really in Caihe?"
Putting away the topographical map, he whispered a few words into Lao Wei's ear, and then walked to the mourning hall to sit next to the coffin for the night.
Zhang Zihou sat on the futon and dozed off, with the same stupid look on his face as Zhang Xuling.
Nothing happened all night, and when Mao's hour came, Zhang Xutang took the broom from Du Zhi's hand and swept away the dust on the coffin.
It was only then that he truly felt sad for Mrs. Zhang's death.
Not for Mrs. Zhang, but for himself and the Zhang family - the Zhang family empire that he had tried his best to maintain was in irreversible decline. If he wanted to prosper, the only way to protect the idiot King Yan was to ascend the throne.