When Song Huiyue and Xiaowei arrived in front of King Zhuangzi of Jin, they had just arrived at Mao hour.
The sky is a green color between black and white, covering everything. It is the quietest moment of the day. Every plant and tree has its head bent, waiting for the sun to rise.
The dogs have all gone to sleep.
A high wall surrounds the villa. There is a solid racecourse inside, as well as twists and turns of mountains and ponds. However, no matter what kind of scenery, everything is locked inside the door.
The beautiful scenery is isolated from the world, and the beauty and the King of Jin are also hidden in it.
Xiao Wei coughed, pulled the bronze animal ring on the door, and patted it three times.
As the sound of knocking on the door echoed in the dawn, Song Huiyue's heart became more and more uneasy.
King Jin had many capable people around him. Usually when she went to the palace, someone would rush to report back to King Jin as soon as he left. You Song or Huang Ting must have come out early to greet him, but today he saw no one.
The heavy door opened, revealing the true face of the villa.
There are fires outside and the situation is changing, but inside the village, the time is quiet and peaceful, just like before. From the gate guard to the scenery on the village, everything is old.
There are no lanterns hanging outside the door, but there are many sarongs hanging inside the door. Candles are lit inside, which is clean and bright. It stretches from the door to the end of the road, like a swimming dragon.
The late autumn wind howled in and out of the open door, making the shadows of Song Huiyue and Xiao Wei tremble.
When the disciple saw Song Huiyue, he immediately nodded and bowed and smiled: "The lady is here, please come in quickly."
After that, he smiled politely at "Du Lan" and welcomed him in together.
With a "buzz" sound, the door was closed. The villa was wide and deep, and the figures of the two people seemed particularly small.
It's not as if the two of them broke into the Villa with ulterior motives, but rather as if the Villa swallowed them both up in one go.
The two of them didn't realize it when they were standing outside the door, but when they came in, they were both breaking out in layers of cold sweat.
Xiao Wei felt uneasy, but he had rehearsed the situation in front of him thousands of times in his mind, and he was still calm.
The drawings of the King's Villa of Jin had already been sent to the official secretary of Kyoto for record keeping after the construction was completed. There were also internal servants who were ordered to come and check whether there were any violations. He knew the situation very well.
Although he knew it clearly, every step he took was taking his life.
Song Huiyue also seemed to have returned to the night ten years ago. She had been on the boat for a long time, and when she got off the boat and walked, she always felt that her feet were not firm.
Every step is soft, every word is empty, even the breath is unreal.
If King Jin appeared in front of her at this time, she would even think that King Jin would carry her on his back and run away in the rain and mud.
The two of them walked inside, one on the left and the other on the right. The patrolling guards turned a blind eye to them, and they rushed in confidently, as if they were really the masters here.
Xiao Wei thought that the reason why he could get in here was not because of Du Lan's reputation, but because of Mrs. Song.
She had unhindered access to King Jin's territory and could go anywhere. Even if she walked to King Jin's bedside with a knife, no one would stop her.
Madam Song, let alone bringing Du Lan, Du Hong, Du Zi, and Du Hei with her, no one would ask more questions.
After thinking about it, his courage also increased, and he asked the young chamberlain who came over: "Hiccup... Is the prince in Jingouyuan or Xie Lanxiang... The lady wants to have a drink with the prince,
No, something happened, I want to have a drink, two drinks..."
"In Xie Lanxiang." The young chamberlain respectfully pointed out where Prince Jin was.
Xiao Wei is like a living map. As soon as he hears it, he outlines Xie Lanxiang's location in his mind, walking faster and faster.
Song Huiyue, on the other hand, put on a respectful posture on the surface, but she kept a dozen secret codes in her mind to confront King Jin, and thought of three or four ways to get out of trouble. As soon as she saw King Jin, she immediately tied up Xiaowei.
Without poisoning, the hostages can be rescued and Zhang Xutang can be counterattacked.
But before that, she faintly felt the strange desertedness of the other village.
No one from the Xianhan clan was seen. These guards and servants knew her, but she looked strange at them. They seemed not to be the people who usually followed King Jin.
Besides, she has already come this far, why hasn't she seen Huang Ting or You Song yet?
The court lady didn't even send out a scent of fragrance, and there was no trace of her.
Song Huiyue was confused and deeply uneasy, and glanced at Xiao Wei.
She suddenly asked: "Are you afraid of death?"
Once King Jin dies, no one in the village can escape.
Xiaowei played with the bamboo whistle on his waist as he walked. The bamboo whistle can blow countless tones.
Regardless of success or failure, he can use the bamboo whistle to convey the message. If the bamboo whistle does not sound, it is also a failure.
"Don't be afraid. There are many people in my family, and the Zhang family gives me a lot of money - a lot."
"Oh." Song Huiyue was silent.
He is not afraid of death and does not want money. As long as his family can live well, coercion and inducement are of no use to him.
The two of them walked to Xie Lanxiang separately. The courtyard door was closed and it was very quiet inside. Xiao Wei reached out to knock on the door.
Thanks to Song Huiyue, the door opens as soon as you knock.
There were about a dozen pots of orchids placed in the yard. Xie Zhouzhu pulled on his shoes and used a pair of scissors to cut the orchids into various shapes.
He has no one to talk to here, he is so depressed that he is going crazy, and he can only harm the flowers and plants.
At this time, he didn't touch the orchid anymore, but kept staring at the red-hot horizon.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Song Huiyue's arrival. It wasn't until Song Huiyue called him that he was startled: "Sister Yue?"
Song Huiyue moved her fingers: "Bago, what's wrong with you?"
"Call Brother Zhou," Xie Zhou moved his stiff hands and feet, and met Song Huiyue as casually as he met his own eldest sister, "I'm looking where there is a fire. Counting it, there are more fires this year than last year - this time
The New Year is not over yet, and Zhu Guangli is going to be worried to death."
There were so many fires that state officials had to apologize.
Then he looked at "Du Lan": "Why are you here with Sister Yue? Did something happen in the city?"
Xiao Wei shrugged his shoulders and hunched over, not showing his face to him, and replied with a hint of drunkenness: "The lady has something to do with the prince..."
"If you don't go to my dad with her if something happens, why are you here!" Xie Zhou immediately frowned and scolded him with snot hanging from his nose, "Can you take your brain out of the wine gourd and use it! Ah? Ming
Knowing that the prince is not here, you are still looking for trouble for me!"
After he finished cursing, he looked at Song Huiyue again and put on the friendly face of an elder brother: "What's wrong?"
Just when he was about to ask Song Huiyue if she had been bullied by the Huang family, he suddenly found that Song Huiyue was stunned and couldn't even turn her eyes.
The King of Jin is not here—not even in Tanzhou City at all.
A bolt from the blue struck Song Huiyue straight into her heart. All the hopes in her heart were quickly shattered, and despair and haze enveloped her mind.
She became very dull and could only see Xiaowei, who was also shocked, reaching for his waist and untying a bamboo whistle, presumably to send a message.
In a mess of thoughts, she rushed forward, knocked Xiao Wei to the ground, and kicked the bamboo whistle far away.
Xiao Wei flipped her over, raised his hands and put them to his mouth - he could also whistle.