When we returned to the city, the fourth watch bell of Daxiangguo Temple had just rang.
In just one night, everything inside and outside the palace was shaken. Tian Jiguang dispersed the hired desperadoes and transported Zhang Xutang's uncle and nephew back to the Song family.
Li Jun had been waiting at home. After hearing the knock on the door, he immediately opened the door and welcomed them in.
"I'm back," he glanced at Zhang Xutang expressionlessly, "Let's put him in the west wing. Yin Xiao and I will live there."
Song Huiyue felt drowsy in the cool breeze. She walked to the water tank, scooped up a ladle of cold water, and rubbed her face vigorously: "Okay, where is Yinxiao?"
Li Jun opened the door of the wing and asked Tian Jiguang to throw Zhang Xutang in. Then he looked at the little Zhang Zihou and simply pushed him to Tian Jiguang: "Such a big thing happened in the palace, Xiao will not be able to come back for a while.
Come."
He kicked Zhang Xutang a little further into the room. He already knew that Zhang Xutang was very weak, but he didn't expect that he was so thin that he could roll around several times with just one kick.
Li Jun hesitated for a moment, and finally tied up Zhang Xutang twice.
All the servants at home let him go out to rest. Song Huiyue's stomach growled with hunger, and Tian Jiguang immediately went out to buy breakfast.
He bought big meat buns with fried noodles, and four bowls of piping hot mutton noodle soup, and asked the waiter to bring them over.
Including Zhang Zihou, the four of them sat around the table. Zhang Zihou was sleepy and hungry, but he was not afraid. He did not miss his second uncle who was tied up in the room. He immersed himself in the noodle bowl that was bigger than his head and was full of food.
My head is sweaty.
After eating half a bowl, he quietly raised his head and looked at the other three people on the table.
Li Jun took a big meat bun in one mouthful, chewed it in a few times, swallowed it, and took a mouthful of mutton soup. He stretched out his hand and gave Song Huiyue another fried ghost, then he also pinched one with his own hands, opened his big mouth, and took a mouthful.
Bite off most of it.
This way of eating was too bold. Zhang Zihou had never seen it before, and he was fascinated by it. After Li Jun finished eating the fried ghost, he looked away and looked at Tian Jiguang.
Tian Jiguang was originally a starving ghost, but with Li Jun as a foil, he looked much more gentle. He ate half a bowl of noodles in two mouthfuls, drank half a bowl of soup in a hurry, and turned to look at Zhang Zihou - this trumpet.
The devil actually sat at the same table with him to eat, which made him feel amazing.
Song Huiyue ate the noodles slowly and soaked the fried noodles in the noodle soup. After eating, she yawned, put down her chopsticks and went to sleep.
Amidst the aroma of the hot food, Zhang Zihou continued to eat noodles until his belly bulged, and then he stopped using his chopsticks.
Facing the enemy, he felt very relaxed, the food and the people around him were steaming hot, and his appetite and vitality were both strong.
Unlike when he was with his second uncle, Zhang Xutang was cold and always had a calm face. When he ate, he seemed to be taking poison, which made even the food difficult to swallow.
When he was around Zhang Xutang, he was always shrouded in shadow, but as soon as he left Zhang Xutang, he seemed to be nourished by the sunshine, timidly bursting with life.
After eating and drinking enough, he also yawned, but he didn't dare to speak or move. He glanced at Li Jun carefully and whispered: "Second uncle hasn't eaten yet."
Li Jun touched his head, poured the leftovers on the table together, and asked Tian Jiguang to take Zhang Zihou to deliver them.
When Yin Xiao came back, an hour had passed. Song Huiyue took a short nap and was sitting at the table drinking tea.
He changed his clothes, walked to Song Huiyue and sat down. Seeing that Li Jun and Tian Jiguang were not there, he buried his head on the table and looked at Song Huiyue sideways.
Song Huiyue put down the hot tea in her hand, picked up a candy plum and stuffed it into his mouth: "Have you eaten it?"
Yin Xiao nodded, and at the same time moved his body silently, bringing his head closer to Song Huiyue, and after a gentle sniff, he smelled the scent of paper-wrapped incense.
Song Huiyue didn't pay attention to his approach and asked in a low voice: "How is the situation in the palace?"
Yin Xiao raised his head and replied: "The King of Jin has stabilized the situation. The two princes have been following the King of Jin. They can testify for the King of Jin. The matter of King Yan's father-killing is irrefutable. When I left the palace, they were there
To be summoned."
Jinshang's death was sudden and he did not leave any edict during his lifetime. Therefore, the governor led the Hanyuan to draft a legacy system in order to stabilize the court situation as soon as possible. He also mentioned the succession of King Jin in the legacy system and asked him to be in front of the coffin.
The throne of emperor allowed the imperial power to continue.
Now the ministers have come to the court to mourn. They are just waiting for the legacy to be sent out and announced to the world, and then they will move to visit the new emperor and conduct the funeral ceremony.
After hearing this, Song Huiyue knew that King Jin's great cause had been accomplished and the big event was finalized. She couldn't help but be happy for him. She raised her hand and touched Yinxiao's head: "Go and see our prisoner."
Zhang Xutang did not suffer any trouble in the west wing, and Tian Jiguang took care of everything he ate, drank, and had sex. However, after seeing Song Huiyue, he was still trembling: "What on earth... do you want to do?"
Song Huiyue didn't speak, walked up to Zhang Xutang, raised her hand, and gave a round slap in the face.
There was a crisp sound, and Zhang Xutang was knocked unconscious by the slap. However, Song Huiyue moved her foot, and then kicked him to the wall.
Zhang Xutang let out a scream, and Song Huiyue immediately frowned: "You can't speak out. If you speak out, you will be punished."
She pulled out the bamboo grate and hit Zhang Xutang on the head and face.
The beating with the bamboo grate was not fatal, but it was very painful. Zhang Xutang's skin and tender flesh were beaten all over the place, and he was still whining. Later, he even stopped screaming and could only hold his head.
Curled up.
The clothes on his body were in rags, and there were red marks all over his body, which soon swelled up very high, leaving him covered in patterns like a cauliflower snake.
After the beating, Song Huiyue threw away the bamboo grate, got up and walked out without another word.
For three days, Zhang Xutang was beaten.
He was beaten so hard that he couldn't lie down or sit up, and even standing suffered. The pain never spared him for a moment. He reluctantly lay down on the ground, suspecting that Song Huiyue wanted to beat him to death.
At the same time, he heard Zhang Zihou's laughter.
The sky was dark, it rained heavily, and there was water in the yard. Tian Jiguang and Zhang Zihou were treading water in the yard.
Zhang Zihou laughed and shouted happily, and the air was filled with moist water vapor, mixed with the aroma of dinner - the rich smell of smoked pig head meat.
The door of the west wing seems to be a door separating hell and the world.
Song Huiyue's gentle and firm voice came from outside the door - even if she just casually said that pork head meat is delicious, it would make the house more lively.
She holds everything together, and everyone is brought together because of her.
Hearing Zhang Zihou's laughter, Zhang Xutang suddenly stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, but tears still flowed from his fingers.
He fought loyally for the Zhang family, but the Zhang family had never given him such tenderness.
But he has no regrets - he was born so smart and wanted to stir up troubles in this world. He is a dragon and is destined to roll in the ocean. Only the Zhang family can let him do whatever he wants.
It's just that there are losses and wins.
As long as Zhang Zihou is here, his Zhang family is not dead yet. Even if he turns into withered bones, Zhang Zihou is still a member of the Zhang family.