After giving the instructions, Zhang Xutang stood up and prepared to leave.
Song Huiyue stood up, her heart beating extremely loudly in her chest. She was unsure about Zhang Xutang and was using herself as a bargaining chip. She was prepared to die.
The guards opened the door curtain, and Song Qinghui fell asleep while waiting, with his eyes still covered. One guard carried him on his back, and another guard carried a small bundle.
"Sister Yue!" Mrs. Song waved from inside, "Come on, add some clothes."
Song Huiyue glanced at Zhang Xutang, who snorted coldly: "Mother-in-law, mother-in-law."
There was no stop, just permission. Song Huiyue strode in and threw herself into Mrs. Song's arms.
"Aniang!"
Mrs. Song choked with sobs, carefully touched the wound on her neck, and hugged Song Huiyue tightly in her arms.
She was too thin and her bones were too hard, which hurt her little moon: "My child, do you feel any pain?"
Song Huiyue shook her head with tears in her eyes: "It doesn't hurt."
Mrs. Song let go of her, took off her cloak and tied it around her body, and said softly: "Mom, it doesn't hurt either."
After tying it up, she bent down to tidy up Song Huiyue's collar and hair, and whispered in Song Huiyue's ear: "When you see the prince, run away for your life."
"Auntie?" Song Huiyue's eyes widened.
Mrs. Song patted her with tears in her eyes: "Be obedient."
Song Huiyue understood what "Auntie doesn't feel any pain" meant. She trembled her lips and opened her eyes wide, trying not to let the tears fall, but the tears still fell in large pieces, and there was a roaring in her ears, and she sobbed.
I can't breathe.
The two aunts also understood everything and cried in pairs.
Aunt Lin stepped forward and took Song Huiyue's hand and squeezed it hard. Aunt Wang smiled with tears in her eyes and nodded to Song Huiyue.
"Hurry up!" Zhang Xutang urged from outside, his tone very impatient.
Song Huiyue wiped away her tears, hugged her two aunts, and walked out firmly. Yinxiao's eyes followed her closely, seeing blood on her hands, and thinking that the lady had never hidden a knife in her sleeve, so let
The knife cut my hand.
He wanted to follow, but Song Huiyue asked him to stay here and wait for the opportunity.
He listens to her.
At the same time, he also wanted Song Huiyue to give him a hug.
However, Song Huiyue just looked back at him, and through her eyes, she handed over her heavy burden to Yin Xiao's hands.
Yin Xiao nodded to her through the crowd, with a solemn face and strong eyes. He held the knife tightly and took over the burden.
Song Huiyue and Zhang Xutang walked out of the door together and stepped on the bluestone on Hengyu Street. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she couldn't say anything to Zhang Xutang.
Finally, she took a deep, deep breath of cold air and exhaled it in a long breath. The breath was warm, as if the cold air had turned into her warm blood.
She already knew what strife in the imperial court was like, but she didn't expect to be dragged in again. There were so many people around King Jin, but Zhang Xutang still managed to stop her with one bite.
What will King Jin do when he meets him?
Can he turn the tide?
must be able to.
The carriage was already ready. The guards carried Song Qinghui up first. Zhang Xutang asked Song Huiyue to get on first. After Song Huiyue also got up and sat down, he got into the carriage and sat down next to Song Huiyue, keeping his eyes on the left and right at all times.
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The coachman grasped the reins tightly, raised and lowered them, the horse's hooves sounded, and the carriage moved accordingly, carrying these three important people to the dock.
A bunch of Song family members were left behind in the small Song family. Zhan Shizhao sat down, staring at the Song family, listening to the outside world, and thinking about Zhang Xutang.
He thought that although Zhang Xutang had been surrounded by powder all year round, he was very careful when doing bad things and would not let go of any clues. He was also ruthless and cruel and showed no mercy when he harmed people. What happened tonight should be
Very safe.
Zhang Xutang didn't know that he was Zhan Shizhao's reassurance, and was studying Song Qinghui on the carriage.
Song Qinghui woke up when his head hit the car wall. He touched his head and opened his eyes in a daze. When he saw Song Huiyue beside him, he immediately relaxed and ignored everything else.
"Sister, where are we going?"
Song Huiyue replied calmly: "Go buy medicine for grandma and sit here with me."
Song Qinghui sat down next to Song Huiyue and yawned loudly: "I know that grandma is sick and needs to buy medicine. I will buy her the sugar rice cakes there. Grandma likes to eat them."
"Um."
Zhang Xutang had never seen a fool in his life. He was very curious. He bent down and took out a lantern from under the seat. He took off the lampshade, lit the candle with a fire stick, and then covered the lampshade. The carriage suddenly became brighter.
Song Qinghui pointed to the lantern, feeling less sleepy: "I also have one candle, and I will keep it for the Lantern Festival."
Song Huiyue nodded: "Okay, I will buy you a few more Lantern Festival lanterns and we will make lanterns ourselves."
Zhang Xutang looked at him and saw that he was wearing a maroon muslin crew-neck shirt, his hair was braided hastily and simply tied together, his face was fair and clean, and his eyes were exactly the same as Song Huiyue's, both big and round.
At first glance, he looks like a lovable young master, not stupid, but somewhat honest.
To be able to teach a fool to such a popular place, I don't know how much effort the Song family put into him.
Zhang Xutang bent over and dug into the cabinet again, and took out a large bag of glutinous rice candy cakes, which was tied with a fine hemp rope. He untied the hemp rope, took out a piece, smelled it, took another taste, and handed it to Song Qinghui.
: "It's not broken, let's eat it."
Song Qinghui looked at Song Huiyue: "Sister?"
Song Huiyue nodded, and he immediately took the sugar cake happily: "Thank you, brother."
Zhang Xutang also has an older brother, but because he is unpopular, his older brother keeps away from him and looks at him like a poisonous snake. He has no chance to act coquettishly in front of his older brother.
"Idiot." He muttered.
The two Songs ignored him.
Song Qinghui loved sweet things. He put the half piece of sugar cream cake into his mouth and chewed it carefully for a long time. He swallowed it reluctantly and wanted to eat another piece.
Zhang Xutang held the paper bag and said to him: "Come to my place and I'll give it to you."
Song Qinghui didn't want to leave Song Huiyue, so he had to hold back his greed and snuggled next to Song Huiyue, looking at Zhang Xutang pitifully.
Zhang Xutang gave him another piece, and he took it in his hand with great care. He didn't finish it in one bite, but took small bites. With each bite, he smiled and rolled his eyes. This shows that eating sweets is a very important thing to him.
Happy thing.
After taking two bites, he broke off a little and handed it to Song Huiyue: "It's delicious."
Song Huiyue took it and stuffed it into her mouth. Because her heart was so heavy with worries, she couldn't even taste it.
Zhang Xutang found it interesting and kept feeding him. The carriage was filled with sweet smell, and the haze and cold wind seemed to be gone. It was very warm, and the swords, swords and shadows were all isolated outside the carriage.
While feeding him, he asked Song Huiyue: "If your father had surrendered to King Yan at that time, he would be in a different situation now."
Song Huiyue squinted her eyes: "An afterthought."
No one can predict the future. Time, luck, and destiny are all not controlled by others.
Zhang Xutang handed another piece of sugar milk cake to Song Qinghui: "Yes, but if I hand the opportunity to you today, how about you, the Song family, join my Zhang family?"
After that, he also picked up a piece of cake and gave it to Song Huiyue.