After King Yan was buried in Mrs. Zhang's coffin, he went home for a meal and realized something was wrong.
It's already this hour, no matter whether it succeeds or not, someone should come to report the news to him, but now there is no news at all.
His heart sank irrevocably, all the way to his stomach. After thinking about it, he sent his confidants to Jinwang Villa to check the situation.
The confidant beat the horse and ran away, then ran back wildly. After drinking the cold wind, his stomach hurt when he entered the door. He didn't have time to go to the hut, so he replied to King Yan first: "I didn't see anything."
There were no carriages, no horses, not even corpses.
The door of Jinwang Villa is open, and the servants inside are all busy outside - sweeping the snow off the roof, shoveling the snow in front of the mansion, and the scope of shoveling is very large, from the edge of the stone bridge to the foot of Taihangxing Mountain, everything
Cleaned up.
King Yan's eyes turned dark, and he hurriedly got into the carriage and headed to Zhang's house. After entering Zhang's house, he suddenly regretted and wanted to leave.
How would Zhang Xutang ridicule him?
But the steward of the Zhang family had already diligently led him to the Zhang family's study. The small study still maintained the appearance of Zhang Rui's time. Zhang Xutang stood in front of the book and slowly raised his head and glanced at him: "
The prince is here, please sit down."
His eyes and tone seemed to be perfunctory.
King Yan said goodbye, unable to look directly into his eyes. He thought that his failure would lead to widespread ridicule, but now he was scorned and ignored by Zhang Xutang.
This is more embarrassing than ridicule.
He found a chair in the small study room and sat down. Wherever he looked, there were traces of neatness and order left by Zhang Rui.
However, this trace is being destroyed. Zhang Xutang's intrusion is making this place chaotic - books are taken off the bookshelf, spread out on the table, thrown under the chair, and half a bowl of cold drinks is placed on the table.
I took a bite of each piece of porridge and snacks on the plate, and put a plum blossom in the bottle. Zhang Xutang pinched off the flower buds one by one, leaving only a bare old branch.
Zhang Xutang did not allow anyone to tidy up the study room easily, so the snacks and cold porridge made King Yan particularly dazzled.
The servant brought a cup of hot tea and placed it on the small table beside King Yan. King Yan quickly motioned to the servant to clean up the mess on the table.
The servant quickly swept away the things on the table and left the study in a hurry, as if there was a ghost in the study that would bite his heels.
"Things didn't go well," King Yan said angrily, explaining his mistake, "The manpower on the boss's side was really too strong. Our entire army was wiped out, and all the corpses were cleaned up by the people from King Jin's Villa.
"
Zhang Xutang smiled slightly: "It's really bad news, especially the bodies of the garrison. If King Jin takes them away, it will bring trouble to all the garrison troops near the capital."
King Yan saw that he had a gentle attitude and was not sarcastic towards him, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. While he was relieved, he was also very confused: "Let Li Shouming and Song Huiyue go, are you really not angry?"
Zhang Xutang rolled up a thin topographic map of mountains and rivers, walked to the table, sat down, and threw the topographic map on the table: "You want me to be angry?"
King Yan immediately shook his head and relaxed his guard against Zhang Xutang's gentle attitude: "No, I just let Li Shouming run away. All the elite guards in my house are gone. I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with it in the future. Li Shouming doesn't like it."
An honest man who suffered a loss."
Zhang Xutang remained calm: "Fortunately, I still have a backup plan."
"Backhand? What backhand?"
Zhang Xutang did not answer.
King Yan picked up the tea cup and drank three sips of hot tea. Suddenly a question emerged in his mind. This question made the tea brew more and more, and finally spit it out in his mouth: "Did you already know what happened to me?"
What we arrived at was a trap, so you prepared a backup plan to hunt down Li Shouming?"
Zhang Xutang nodded: "Your Majesty, you should have discovered it a long time ago. Prince Jin is not a fool. How could he throw away the imperial goldfish to others so easily? Doesn't that mean there is no silver in this place? But you didn't realize it until you were completely defeated.
, it’s really a pity for me.”
King Yan opened his mouth: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Zhang Xutang sneered: "If I told you earlier, it would be meaningless. The more sincere you are, the more likely King Jin will be able to relax his vigilance."
"But all my people are dead!"
"If you die, what does it matter?"
King Yan was so angry that he wanted to vomit black blood.
Zhang Xutang knew that the news about King Jin was false, but he still let him be happy for nothing. He had made so many preparations and plans, but in the end he still had to be laughed at by Zhang Xutang.
He sat in the chair, wagging his nostrils like a cow, boiling with anger, and at the same time feeling sorry for the power he had lost.
This time, he really released all the men and horses under his command.
Zhang Xutang looked coldly at King Yan getting angry, then looked at King Yan walking out like an old cow, and laughed "chi" again.
He is just a guard, not a human being, he is dead when he dies.
He just waited for Lao Wei to come back.
However, Lao Wei never returned.
As the sky turned dark, Zhang Zihou dressed up as a little bear and waddled into the study.
The new nanny tried her best to let him get close to his second uncle. He was young and ignorant, and stepped onto the threshold of his second uncle's study with one foot.
Zhang Xutang was waiting anxiously for Lao Wei. He looked lifeless to begin with, but now that something was on his mind, his face elongated into a donkey's face, looking gloomy. When he heard the footsteps, he raised his eyes and took a look.
Zhang Zihou was so frightened by this sight that he stepped back, fell to the ground, opened his mouth and was about to cry.
The wet nurse hurried forward to hug him, but Zhang Xutang stopped her coldly: "Let him sit and get up when he doesn't cry."
The nanny retracted her hand, and Zhang Zihou sat on the ground. At first, he planned to cry, but was frightened by Zhang Xutang's serious smile. He subconsciously held back his tears and stood up aggrievedly.
Grandma is not here, and there are new faces everywhere in the house, even the wet nurse is new. The only person who can help the young man find some old feelings is this second uncle.
He walked in again, walked timidly to Zhang Xutang, stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Xutang's clothes, and whispered: "Hug..."
Because his surname was Zhang, Zhang Xutang pulled him onto his lap without emotion.
Zhang Zihou stayed motionless in his arms at first, but after a while, he twisted twice in his arms without a long memory, called his second uncle in a coquettish voice, and nestled in his uncle's arms that were not very warm and wide, acting like a baby.
The second uncle was different from ordinary people. He didn't have any affection for his soft and delicate little body and furry little head. He held him down with one hand and suddenly thought in his chaotic thoughts: "This nephew is still a blank piece of paper."
, you can apply it as you like.”
Zhang Xutang straightened his nephew up and wondered why there was no news from Lao Wei.
According to the route, King Jin and Song Huiyue had already entered Taihangxing. Lao Wei was always clean with his actions, so why haven't he come back yet? Didn't Song Huiyue go here?
Or is King Jin injured and walking too slowly, so the time has not come yet?
He looked at the incense sticks on the table and saw that Haishi had passed and it was time for King Jin to get out.