Even Song Huiyue could run out of this poor place. Who knows where she would hide in any corner after going down the mountain!
Zhang Xutang became angry, his blood surged, and he also jumped out.
However, as soon as his feet fell down, the wind knocked him out of breath, and he rolled back without hesitation.
The son of a rich man cannot sit down in court. He cherishes his own life, let alone put himself in such danger.
But he couldn't watch Song Huiyue escape from under his nose.
This is not a girl, but an untamed beast. Once it escapes from his cage, it will immediately bring him endless danger.
Thinking of this, he dragged a stool and smashed the window into pieces. Then he leaned out half of his body with the stool and threw the stool down without thinking.
The stool rolled all the way down, from the stone to the branch, and then from the branch to the stone. It was so bumpy that it was ridiculous, and one of the legs of the stool fell off.
Yet it is extremely effective.
Stools, stool legs, stones, dust, and branches all fell on Song Huiyue.
Song Huiyue could not retreat or advance, so she could only dodge to one side.
The gravel fell almost against her head.
Zhang Xutang watched from above, patted the window lattice and laughed loudly: "It looks good, it looks good! It looks better than scattering copper coins!"
After laughing, his eyes became fiercer, he picked up a stool again and threw it down.
If Song Huiyue cannot be captured alive, then let her die.
When it comes to enemies, he pursues the goal of eradicating the roots!
If this stool can't be hit, he still has two other stools, statues of gods, and various objects, all of which can kill Song Huiyue.
And Song Huiyue was hanging in the mid-air, already at the end of her strength, she raised her head and glanced upward again.
Zhang Xutang's smiling face is dazzling and cold-blooded.
She withdrew her gaze, lowered her head and looked down. Below was an abyss and a river, which could eat away all her bones.
The moment the stool fell, she let go of her hand.
At the same time, Zhang Xutang's escort team arrived belatedly, and the boss of the escort team stepped forward: "Second Master..."
Before he had time to report how he and others got rid of King Jin's spy, he endured Zhang Xutang's rage and received a big slap in the face.
After the crisp slap, Zhang Xutang raised his leg and gave him another slap in the face: "Trash!"
Everything he planned had failed. Now he couldn't even kill Song Huiyue, but let her jump by herself!
Being accustomed to doing evil, he knew that if he died without his own eyes, there was a possibility of resurrection.
The guard knew in his heart that Zhang Xutang was completely defeated, and this kick could only be regarded as a speck of dust in his heart, so he knelt down and did not dare to say a word.
Zhang Xutang scratched his neck, took a deep breath of cold air, pointed out the window, and issued an order in a gloomy voice: "Zhang Lin, take half of the people to find Mrs. Song, and we will see her dead and dead until we find her!"
The rest of you will follow me back to the city!"
He tried his best to calm down and not think about this long failure and pain. Now he needed to return to Tanzhou to see what the fire had brought to him and what he should do next.
When we were going down the mountain, there was a woodcutter singing folk songs on the mountain path.
"You are not afraid of the wind when lighting a lamp in the high mountains, and you are not afraid of the dragon when chopping firewood in the deep mountains! Even if you don't have the intention to become an official, you will not be afraid of the poverty of the Lang family if you have the intention!"
The singing voice of the elder brother was brisk, clear and resonant, echoing in the mountains.
This happiness stimulated Zhang Xutang and doubled his pain. Because his mind was still very clear, the pain became more and more amplified, and his eyesight turned black involuntarily.
He immediately had this unseemly man arrested.
Song Huiyue was difficult to catch, but the woodcutter who sang folk songs was very cautious and managed to capture her without any help.
Zhang Xutang held the riding whip and cast a cold gaze on the woodcutter's face: "Who asked you to sing?"
Faced with so many knives, the woodcutter became timid at first, his eyes straightened, his legs trembled, and his hands moved wildly: "I won't sing anymore, and I won't sing anymore!"
"Never sing again?" Zhang Xutang slowly rolled his eyes and whispered, "Only a dead person will never sing again."
Anyone who blocks the way of their Zhang family must die - including Song Huiyue.
Thinking of this, he couldn't stay any longer, so he had the woodcutter tied up, dragged behind his horse, and immediately set off back to the city.
"drive!"
The yellow-flowered horse raised its hooves and turned its palms, flying away with flying dust.
The woodcutter's screams carried along the wind to Zhang Xutang's ears. In his wailing and begging for mercy, Zhang Xutang's anger and pain were calmed down, and his mind gradually became clearer.
The guards just followed him on horseback and watched indifferently.
The woodcutter's hair was gone, his scalp was damaged, and a long, scarlet trail of blood was dragged on the mud. The worse he was, the more relieved the others were, because the woodcutter became Zhang Xutang's punching bag and their scapegoat.
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On the way, Zhang Xutang abandoned this broken and unfortunate ghost. After returning to the city, he had already hatched a new plan and sent three letters like a devil.
The first person to be delivered was Luo Huiniang.
Luo Huiniang was organizing Huang Wenqiu's funeral at Huang's house. The house was full of smoke and fire, and there was a lot of blowing and beating, and white cloths hung all over the place. Her cries were heartbreaking, and the curses drowned out the suona, and everyone who heard it was moved.
Those were Xiao Chen's cries and curses, and the crying mother she invited was not as sincere as she was.
She cried about the misfortune of her own life, she cried about how her son had a bright future, why did he go like this, scolded Luo Huiniang for being a broom star, a loser, and scolded the uncle of the Huang family who suddenly appeared.
Here they are, the Song family who bullied them has been punished in this world and burned to death, and the others cannot escape.
I still wanted to scold Zhu Guangli for troubling human life, but thinking of Mrs. Zhu, I was probably no match for him, so I whimpered and mumbled.
Luo Huiniang is like a wood carving and clay sculpture. As the bride of the Huang family, she should go out to entertain guests, but she really can't move.
I have no strength and am exhausted as never before. Even just moving or drinking water is very laborious.
When Mrs. Chen called her a scoundrel, she didn't even sneer.
It's not that she feels unlucky, but she feels guilty and regretful.
It was as if I was trying my best to grab a handful of water, but in the end, my hand was empty.
Apart from that, I feel very aggrieved.
Xiao Chen's life is miserable, so doesn't she have a miserable life?
How come the wealth and men that others have at their fingertips are so out of reach for her.
Zhang Xutang's letter was delivered to her by a young monk who was performing a ritual ceremony. She slowly opened it and read it. Every word in the letter was filled with venom, like a devil's whisper, sneaking into Luo Huiniang's ears.
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Her eyes suddenly lit up, and strength continued to flow from the letter to her body. She stood up, but she stood too fast, and her eyesight went dark. She quickly leaned on the table and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, the little monk saw
Both the letter and the letter are gone.
"Aniang!" She strode quickly and went out to find Mr. Chen because she had to do a big thing.
After finishing this matter, she went to Kyoto. When she got there, she was a brand new person.
Of the other two letters, one was sent to Yan Shuaisi, and the other was sent to Caosi Panke.
Three letters, a big net can be opened, and the big fish Song Huiyue can be caught at any time.