When the remaining three heard the noise, they turned around and drew their swords, and saw a black shadow disappearing from the Chuihua Gate.
All three of them had a consensus in their hearts.
There had just been a bloody battle outside, and they didn't have many casualties. They just came to open a door, and three of them died.
If he were outside, this man would have been chopped to pieces, but he was hiding here and waiting.
If they broke in from the outside and were unprepared, this person would go straight to Zhang Xutang...
Just thinking about it makes me break out in a cold sweat.
One person wanted to chase him, but the other person stopped him: "Open the door and do business."
A long and harsh sound of "squeak" sounded, and the door of Song's house, which had just been painted with varnish, opened to the left and right to welcome uninvited guests.
The guards filed in surrounded by Zhang Xutang and took the body with them very considerately - it is always not pretty to scare the neighbors.
But if the neighbors don't know each other and insist on disturbing the situation, then everyone in Hengyu Street will have to get along with each other.
Zhang Xutang clasped his hands behind his back and strolled through the hanging flower gate, entered the courtyard, looked around, and couldn't help but sigh: "The Song family is really small."
The two wing rooms in the east and west are not big, the vegetation in the main courtyard is withered, the scenery is not beautiful, and it is windy and cold.
Even the lights were swaying and didn't look very bright.
There were so many secret guards placed in such a small place, which showed that his investigation was correct. The King of Jin regarded the eldest lady of the Song family very seriously.
The people of the Song family received the news in advance, and they all gathered in the main room in a hurry.
Song Huiyue stood outside the main room. Behind Song Huiyue was Yin Xiao. Behind Yin Xiao was the door curtain. There were many feet moving under the curtain, trembling and very pitiful.
Zhang Xutang looked at Song Huiyue very seriously, as if she had shared the same fate with the Zhang family.
As for Yin Xiao, the sharp knife he was carrying was dripping with blood. He was never far away from Song Huiyue and had become a part of Song Huiyue.
He is her eyes, her hands, her knife, and the evil in her heart.
In the sweet smell of blood, Zhang Xutang laughed: "You are completely different from what I thought."
Song Huiyue shivered as if she was cold and asked him: "What do you think of me?"
Zhang Xutang tilted his head and thought for a while: "Yue Huaiyu is like that."
Thinking of Yue Huaiyu, he couldn't help but let out a smile with unknown meaning. In his eyes, Yue Huaiyu was not a single person, but a woman of that kind.
Smart, noble, beautiful, from a good family background, educated, and restless at home.
"Nice to meet you."
The huge danger he brings hangs over the Song family.
Huang Wenqiu caused a sensation in the whole city, but it brought a farce, while Zhang Xutang quietly brought disaster.
Song Huiyue said: "I'm very unhappy."
At this time, even Song Qinghui, who was not very smart, couldn't be happy. Even the corpse's eyes widened, its mouth opened, and it let out a hollow cry.
The curtain quietly lifted a corner, and Aunt Lin peeked out from the gap, and then let out a frightened, muffled scream.
"Don't look." Mrs. Song's weak voice came out.
Her voice was very soft, but her hand that lifted the curtain immediately let go, and there was silence inside again, not even her footsteps moved.
A moth flew by Song Huiyue's ear, and flew into the warm room along this gap. Its wings were like blades, slicing across her face.
Her heart skipped a beat and rose to her throat.
Zhang Xutang smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, I just want to ask Mrs. Song to help me with something. Don't worry, I won't touch a hair of yours."
After that, he called to Zhan Shizhao: "Old Zhan, please count the number of people. Don't scare people."
He had a friendly smile and wished he could set up a table in person and have a drink and chat with the Song family to make them feel at ease.
However, amidst the full smell of blood, his words were not convincing at all.
Zhan Shizhao ordered people to search around, then stepped forward and stood in front of Song Huiyue: "Madam, please give way."
Song Huiyue refused, turned around and spoke inside: "Qinghui, my sister is playing hide and seek with you. You cover your eyes. Can I ask you to come out after my sister has hidden her?"
Song Qinghui's happy voice came from the room: "Okay."
Mrs. Song's voice came out smoothly again: "Qinghui is fine."
Only then did Song Huiyue lift the curtain and let Zhan Shizhao in.
The curtain originally divided the inside and outside into two worlds, one dark and bloody, and the other warm and bright. As soon as the curtain was lifted, the two worlds immediately merged, blurring the boundaries.
Several frightened faces appeared in the room.
Song Qinghui was blindfolded and leaned against Mrs. Song in a daze. Mrs. Song was wearing home-made old clothes and only had time to add a cloak. She glared at Zhan Shizhao and her arms around Song Qinghui trembled slightly.
Aunt Lin and Aunt Wang held hands tightly together, with tears in their eyes.
Aunt Liu protected Yuan Yuan and turned her back, not daring to look up.
Uncle Lin and Aunt Wu were close together, shaking in unison. An old couple truly breathes the same breath, lives and dies together.
The bright firelight in the room leaked out and also illuminated Song Huiyue's face.
Zhang Xutang took advantage of this little light to look at her and found that her eyes alone were adorable. The black eyeballs were like gems, and the eyelashes were long and crowded in front, as if they were hiding tears.
It's really strange, there are no tears, but there is light like tears.
He couldn't look at her anymore. If he looked at her for a long time, he would want to cry - hey, he was too sympathetic to her.
He was distracted and only came back to his senses when Zhan Shizhao called him.
Zhan Shizhao whispered: "Second Master, we are all here."
Zhang Xutang nodded and saw that Song Huiyue was in charge of this little Song family, which saved him and Mrs. Song the hassle.
"Ms. Song, please sit down."
Zhan Shizhao immediately waved his hand and ordered two chairs to be brought in and placed facing each other.
Song Huiyue picked the one with her back to the main room and sat down emotionlessly.
It was cold, and her expression tended to be cold, and she had no intention of speaking first. No matter if she was facing a dog or a wolf, once she was timid, she lost.
Zhang Xutang sat down opposite her, asked Zhan Shizhao to bring out a food box, opened the lid, and found about ten kinds of refreshments inside.
"I think you should go to the King of Jin to talk about old friendship and treat him to two pieces of snacks. One piece is fine, one piece is enough to poison him."
He did not shy away from the fact that the tea was poisonous.
Song Huiyue did not answer his words, but asked: "How did you find out?"
Zhang Xutang was stunned for a moment, then realized what she was asking, and immediately became happy, feeling that Song Huiyue could be his confidant.
No nonsense, straight to the target.
He told Song Huiyue about the clues in the tabloid. If time was not limited, he would have analyzed his mental journey to her one by one. Unfortunately, there was a big event today, and his endless praise for himself could only be condensed into one sentence: "It's really
No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to find anything, but it won't take any effort at all!"
It turned out to be a tabloid.
Song Huiyue sighed deeply in her heart and became more and more cautious towards Zhang Xutang.