King Yan's soul became the wine in the jug, and the jug was held in the hand of the drunkard, swaying dangerously, in danger of spilling out of control at any time.
He restrained himself again and again, barely letting himself lose his composure because of Li Jun's words.
The light in the foot shop was limited, even in the daytime, it was only faintly diffused at the door. King Yan looked at Li Jun with his back to the light, his face was pitted and extremely ugly, but he still smiled contentedly.
He hates Li Jun - how can you still laugh?
Li Jun not only laughed out loud, but also had the leisure to eat peanuts. After eating one peanut, he exclaimed: "How many peanuts can 3.1 million taels buy?"
He picked up the jug, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip: "How much wine can you drink with three million one hundred thousand taels?"
Putting down his wine glass, he knocked on the table: "How many sets of such a camphor wood table can be purchased for 3.1 million taels?"
King Yan gritted his teeth and said: "So what if it's three million and one million taels? Will your Majesty hate me for this? Your Majesty is just giving me a warning!"
Li Jun picked up his chopsticks and continued to eat peanuts, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, can you guess how many palaces three million and one million taels will be enough to build today?"
King Yan's soul in the jug was finally poured out by the drunkard.
His expression and behavior were all out of control. His expression was scattered. He was not crying, nor was he laughing. His eyebrows were all twisted together, as if he was trying to be fierce or ferocious, but he was not. His hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably.
.
Today, in order to repair the palace, I even injured the King of Jin.
The money obtained from selling green and white salt may not be enough to provide disaster relief, and it may not be enough to turn into military pay and send it to the border, but it cannot delay the repair of the palace today.
He thought about everything that might happen, while trying to calm himself down, and whispered: "Just like King Jin, he shuts himself up and thinks about his mistakes. No matter what happens now, he will never give up on me, because he has no choice but me."
He thought of Queen Pei's death - he would never dare to make King Jin the crown prince now.
Li Jun smiled and said: "Confidence is a good thing, but too much confidence becomes arrogance. You two sons are not the only ones this year."
"The third and fourth children?" King Yan sneered at the two princes, "Two useless things."
"This year is..." Li Jun's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, "Forty-one, maybe."
He put down his chopsticks and took a sip of wine to moisten his throat: "In his prime, he may be able to live for another twenty years. In twenty years, if he chooses two reliable teachers, he can naturally turn decay into magic."
Without waiting for King Yan to panic, he continued: "Do you think we only have this one reason? Think about Zhang Xutang's collusion with the garrison, his killings, and once he dies, we promise to make the crimes he committed disappear, but he
If he is not dead, we will tell him one by one, and who will bear the consequences?"
Li Jun approached King Yan and said in King Yan's ear: "It's you."
His words were like a small hammer hitting King Yan's heart one after another.
King Yan knew that Li Jun was right - everything Zhang Xutang had done would come back to him once it was fully revealed.
He was shaken and couldn't help but said: "You can go to Daxiangguo Temple and kill him directly. He is not as careful as you said."
"That's so boring," Li Jun drank a drink, "We want him to die in the midst of betrayal and separation. Your Majesty, the Zhang family does not have to be left in the hands of Zhang Xutang. Doesn't he have an elder brother, Zhang Xuling?"
In his heart, King Yan agreed with Li Jun's statement.
Wealth, manpower, and plans have all been arranged. What Zhang Xutang is doing now is just waiting. Zhang Xuling can also do this kind of thing.
They can call Zhang Xuling back.
But he didn't dare.
Not only did he not dare, he even got up immediately, walked out of the foot shop, got into the carriage with all his strength, and told the waiter to drive away quickly.
He wanted to leave Li Jun immediately, otherwise he was afraid that he would nod and agree - Li Jun's words were so bewitching that it was difficult for him to control his mind.
But he knew that he should not betray Zhang Xutang - only Zhang Xutang had the ability to turn the tide.
The driver drove the carriage onto the road. The further away from Li Jun, the more King Yan relaxed. He was no longer as distracted as before, and his mind slowly turned away.
The street was bustling with people, and the young women selling flowers were blooming on the street like the flowers. The idle men no longer wandered around, but followed the young women, bragging with playful smiles.
King Yan opened a corner of the curtain and took a look, and saw Yin Xiao wearing an official robe, followed by four imperial guards, with knives on his waist. It seemed that he was on official business. However, when he was not on official business, he stood confidently in front of a flower seller.
The woman was picking flowers beside her. The flower seller looked at the flowers and Yinxiao. She saw a face that was more beautiful than the flowers.
Two other brave little flower sellers also came over shyly and shyly, pushing their flower baskets forward, letting Yin Xiao choose.
The idle men did not dare to be presumptuous in front of the imperial guards, but watching from a distance, they all took the opportunity to unscrupulously examine the girl's beauty.
Against the background of these rogue men, Yinxiao stood out more and more. He carefully picked out a few large and energetic flowers, gathered them into a handful, handed over the money, gave a few instructions to the people accompanying him, and left with a quick stride.
Here - I'm probably going home to place flowers.
King Yan lowered the curtain and told the coachman with a solemn expression: "Go to Daxiangguo Temple."
Yin Xiao's every move stimulated him - Commander-in-Chief Lou was so young and brave, and his movements were a hundred times smarter than Su Ting's. If he had such an ally, how could he worry about King Jin's death?
Pity.
When he arrived at Daxiangguo Temple, Zhang Xutang had already returned to the Zhang family, so he turned around and went to the Zhang family again.
The Zhang family was deserted. Zhang Xutang was "appreciating the flowers" in the backyard. Except for his nephew Zhang Zihou, no one in the family could enter. There were two strong men holding handles by the door.
He came at the wrong time, and through the backyard door he heard the shrill screams coming from inside.
The cry was not loud, just a broken whimper coming from the blocked mouth, but it had a particularly desperate and painful feeling that made people's hearts tremble.
King Yan paused and wanted to come back another day, but the man at the door had already opened the door and motioned for King Yan to go in.
The thick and sticky smell of blood gushed out along the open door. King Yan immediately held his breath and moved in. When he saw the scene in the backyard, he almost lost his mind.
On the ground in the middle of the backyard was a tied up man who looked like a bloody gourd. A half-grown man stood expressionless, his face was lifeless, his eyes had no waves, and he was holding a sharp knife to slice off a piece of heart from the half-dead man.
Throw it to the dog nearby.
The dog was so excited that if Xiao Wei hadn't been holding it, it would have jumped into a pool of blood.
Zhang Xutang was sitting in the Grand Master's chair, holding Zhang Zihou, who was also ashen-faced, and let Zhang Zihou stare at the torture.