Four hundred and eighty eighth chapter crushing defeat
Zhang Xutang listened carefully, but did not hear any voices coming from next door.
It was too quiet, as if the people inside didn't know how to speak yet and were keeping silent.
Zhang Xutang withdrew his ears and whispered: "It's boring."
Song Huiyue nodded, finding it boring, and suddenly raised her voice: "Prince Yan is the son of Prince Chen, right?"
The chair was firmly placed on the ground, but Zhang Xutang's whole body was shaken.
In an instant, the walls of the pavilion suddenly closed up, down, left, and right, pressing towards Zhang Xutang. The pressure made him breathless and his eyes blurred. Everything around him was so quiet that he heard the ding ding coming from next door.
There was a banging sound.
It seemed that the tea cup fell to the ground, and there was a thunderous roar on the ground, which made Zhang Xutang's ears hurt and he was stunned.
How did she know?
At the same time, he also understood Song Huiyue's trap - expose the secret in front of Jin Shang, and then all his hard work will be in vain.
Song Huiyue had a way to prove all this without evidence, without him admitting it, or even without him opening his mouth.
"It is because King Yan is the son of King Chen that the Zhang family joined forces with King Chen to rebel at the height of their power, and King Chen also nodded in agreement with no chance of winning. After the defeat, Queen Mother Pei spared Li Jun's life, and you just
Burn his face off and everything makes sense, right?"
Song Huiyue's voice was sonorous and powerful enough for me to hear clearly and clearly.
Zhang Xutang felt that Song Huiyue had forcefully opened the Tianling Gai, and everything he had hidden in his mind was thrown out bloody. His eyes turned black in pain, and his hands could not stop trembling.
A gloomy aura climbed up from his heels, all the way up his spine, and penetrated into his heart.
He tried his best to answer: "No!"
After two words, he gained some strength and began to fight back: "That's nonsense! King Yan is the second son of this generation!"
He was covered in cold sweat, knowing that he had messed up, which caught Song Huiyue off guard.
Song Huiyue sneered: "When Concubine Zhang was happy, she was still on the sickbed, and it was difficult to get rid of her illness. The court officials even thought that the Spring and Autumn Period was not over, so they had to make other plans. How could I have the spare energy to give birth to a second child?"
"——The King of Yan is clearly a chess piece that the Zhang family took a desperate risk out of fear that Jin Shang would collapse and be wiped out by the Queen Mother Pei. Now that Shang collapses, Chen Wang will be established and the Zhang family will be safe."
Song Huiyue spoke every word, her voice was not too loud, but it was like thunder one after another, sounding from one pavilion to another.
Zhang Xutang opened his mouth, and the Zhang family began to shake violently in front of his eyes.
The Zhang family, the Zhang family that he tried his best to support, cracks appeared in the shaking, the plaques and beams collapsed in his mind, suppressing his chest, making him unable to breathe.
"Fart," he said in a dazed voice, "You and the King of Jin are in the same boat. You, the Duke of Lu, the King of Jin, and the commander-in-chief of the building, the four of you are grasshoppers on the same boat, thinking together.
You want to drive a wedge between your Majesty and King Yan, so I am saying this. My sage, I will definitely not be deceived by you."
Song Huiyue did not defend herself, she only said: "With just a portrait of King Chen, you can tell whether King Yan looks like you or King Chen at a glance. No matter how much you quibble, it will be useless."
Zhang Xutang was covered in cold sweat, dripping down heavily. The sweat covered his eyebrows, nose, and mouth, and his face turned purple from holding it in.
He wanted to stand up and escape from this dark and boundless trap, but his legs refused to obey and stopped motionless.
It's over.
All is lost.
Whenever I see King Yan's face again today, I will think of King Chen. King Chen and King Yan are biological father and son. How could they not be similar?
At this time, he couldn't help shouting in his heart: "Buddha bless me, if I can survive this difficulty, I will definitely copy sutras in front of Buddha for three years!"
After crying in his heart, he also knew that there was no chance of recovery, and there were no gods or Buddhas in this world who could help him.
This ray of his soul almost wandered out of his chest and swayed dangerously in his body. After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes and his mind gradually
Qingming.
There was no oil lamp lit in the pavilion, and it was now dark. The diners downstairs were gradually noisy, like a wave rushing into the ears. There was no movement next door, and I don't know when I left.
Only Song Huiyue was still with him.
Song Huiyue was only a blurry outline in the dim light, but he could "see" her face without a light - she was admiring herself, but at the same time it was not enough.
"You win," he said. "Prince Yan and I have broken up. The great cause I supported has also been wiped out. The Zhang family is in pieces. Everything about me has been crushed to pieces by you. You can kill me."
He regarded death as if he were at home, clenched his hands, and was willing to die at the hands of Song Huiyue.
"I think so too." Song Huiyue's voice came faintly.
Then Song Huiyue stood up from the chair, moved her hands and feet, and took out a sharp knife from her waist.
The sharp knife shone coldly in the faint light, like the mouth of a hell Shura, ready to snatch Zhang Xutang's soul and take him to hell at any time.
Zhang Xutang, who was still in agony just now, suddenly felt a hint of fear.
However, it was too late, Song Huiyue had already approached, raised the sharp knife, and stabbed him suddenly.
The blade brought a heavy wind sound, and then with a "buzz" sound, it pierced into the armrest of the chair.
Zhang Xutang closed his eyes tightly and his body trembled. His hands hung weakly on both sides of his body, sweat dripping from his fingers to the ground.
He slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see Song Huiyue pull out the knife.
This knife did not kill him, but it also allowed his soul to wander into the abyss of death. So he jumped up quickly and wanted to escape from the chair, but Song Huiyue blocked the way.
He doesn't want to die.
It's just that his great cause has failed, so why should he be so desperate that he seeks death!
He also has Zhang Xuling and Zhang Zihou. Without the idiot King Yan, the Zhang family has no shackles. Why worry about not being able to make a comeback in the future?
Song Huiyue pushed him back into the chair: "You should still light the lamp. I was so excited just now and my hands were shaking. This time I will definitely get your wish."
Zhang Xutang said in a trembling voice: "No, don't kill me...Xiaowei! Xiaowei!"
There was no response from outside.
The sharp knife was hanging above his head, and Song Huiyue's eyes were like two gems emitting light in the darkness, facing him emotionlessly.
He had no choice but to shrink back into the chair again and again, trying to avoid Song Huiyue's gaze: "No, don't kill me."
Song Huiyue ignored it, raised the knife, and pointed it at Zhang Xutang again.
This time, she didn't stab down, because Zhang Xutang actually slipped out of the chair and became a puddle of mud on the ground.
He reached out and grabbed Song Huiyue's feet. In extreme fear, he began to apologize incoherently: "I was wrong. I am guilty. Don't kill me. I will atone for your sins."
"Don't want to die?" Song Huiyue frowned.
She raised her foot and stepped on Zhang Xutang's hand, almost crushing his bones. Zhang Xutang gritted his teeth to endure the pain and nodded: "Yes, I don't want to die."