Zhang Xutang aimed in the direction of Song Huiyue and mustered up the courage to shout: "Song Huiyue!"
Song Huiyue turned around suddenly, her eyes like lightning, directed at Zhang Xutang's hiding place.
Zhang Xutang did not dare to express his anger, and carefully stood on an ugly flat stone in the stream. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Song Huiyue striding across the stream with a knife, not afraid of the cold.
She walked quickly to Zhang Xutang, her face was full of sternness, and without saying a word, she used the knife.
The sword was sharp and flashed with an icy cold light, and it went straight towards Zhang Xutang. Zhang Xutang yelled, fell back to avoid it, forgetting that the ground behind him was not flat, and fell into the stream with a splash.
Although the stream was shallow, it was enough to submerge him.
He choked a few mouthfuls of water, sat up from the water with a splash, and spit out the water. Before he finished spitting out, Song Huiyue's knife was already coming towards him again.
"Ahem, cough, cough...Song, Song Qinghui!" After shouting, he made two more clicks and cleared his throat vigorously.
With the blessings of Buddha and Bodhisattva, Song Huiyue stopped.
It's just that the knife is still pointed at him. He has thin skin and tender flesh, and Song Huiyue is a novice. Her hands and the knife are not consistent yet. If she is not careful, she may kill him.
He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently pushed the knife away, trying to stand up from the water: "Madam, this is a knife, not an embroidery needle. It's better to be careful."
Song Huiyue glanced at him, moved the tip of the knife down to his crotch, and answered him calmly: "This is carelessness."
Zhang Xutang was so frightened this time that he almost took off on the spot and sat back into the water.
"You should think clearly before taking action," he wiped the water from his face. "That fool of yours is in my hands. If you kill me, he won't survive."
He knew that Song Huiyue was not so easy to persuade, and she had her wisdom, so he added: "Chenzhou Baohu Pier, right?"
Song Huiyue couldn't figure out Zhang Xutang's background, but since there was no news from Song Qinghui for so long, she could only listen to him continue talking.
"Really," Zhang Xutang saw the hesitation in her expression, "knowing that I am on King Jin's territory, could I be so stupid and unprepared? I will definitely give myself more chips.
right?"
"It makes sense, keep talking."
Zhang Xutang endured the cold and told her the story of the future: "I saw you talking about Baohu Pier. When you went to Wangfu Villa, you wrote a letter to my person - Zhan Shizhao was only on the surface.
, "I have someone secretly. I'm here to do a big thing. I definitely won't bring just this few people with me and let him ask foreigners to chase him. I learned this from you."
Song Huiyue thought about it. When she went after Huang Wenqiu and Luo Huiniang, she hired a body hunter.
Apart from being expensive, there is nothing wrong with these people.
Of course, being expensive isn't the wife's fault, it's her fault.
Zhang Xutang said loudly: "He didn't arrive at the dock at all. After my people caught up with him, they even changed the route with the boat. If you look for him at these two docks, you won't be able to find him even if you wear iron shoes."
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"Where is Qinghui now?"
"As expected, he is already on his way back to Beijing. I told him to take him back to the Zhang family. If I live, he will live."
Song Huiyue doubted every word Zhang Xutang said, but it was also true that there was no trace of Song Qinghui on the dock.
Song Qinghui and the boat he was on were all missing. Even if it was a sunken ship, such a big ship would have been discovered by someone on the water surface with frequent traffic.
But there was nothing - Xie Zhou found nothing.
So Song Qinghui's whereabouts became a mystery, and everything Zhang Xutang said now was to unravel this mystery layer by layer.
Song Qinghui went to the capital in his hands, and their lives were linked.
Zhang Xutang raised his head and smiled at her. He still had a lot to say in his heart. For example, if he was injured here, he would inflict it on Song Qinghui a hundred times a thousand times.
But it is not appropriate to anger Song Huiyue at the moment. It would be too much to do too much, so it is better not to say anything.
He waited for Song Huiyue to speak, but Song Huiyue was speechless for a long time. Her legs were stuck in the cold water, unconscious. She could bear it, but he couldn't. She sneezed coldly, and slowly
He took back his smile.
"Ms. Song, do you have nothing to say?"
Song Huiyue leaned over and looked at him: "Zhang Yameni, since Qinghui is here with you, we will settle the matter after I take Qinghui back."
Zhang Xutang finally stood up from the water this time.
Walking sluggishly towards the shore, he saw that the troops from both sides had come over and were confronting each other on the shore regardless of the outcome. Judging from the degree of loss, it was obvious that the Zhang Family Guards had lost.
Yin Xiao and his dead soldiers decided the winner. The dead ones stayed in the painting hall, while the living ones stood beside Song Huiyue.
Zhang Xutang shook his body like a drowned dog, turned around and smiled at Song Huiyue: "With the lady's ability, it will be just around the corner to pick up the little fool."
After saying that, he snorted heavily, and the sound rushed out of his nostrils and sprayed on Song Huiyue.
Wanting to take Song Qinghui back is a daydream.
Even ten more Yinxiaos can't get through the Zhang family's door!
Song Huiyue also came ashore.
Her dress, shoes and stockings were all soaked through, and the hem of her skirt was wet and clinging to her calves. The coldness penetrated along the gaps between her bones, and her entire lower body lost its temperature.
She was already very disappointed that Zhang Xutang could not be killed, and Zhang Xutang's smile and sarcasm made her even more unhappy.
"Yinxiao."
"exist."
Yin Xiao stood in the shadow of Song Huiyue, an incarnation of Song Huiyue in the darkness, covered in blood, with cruel eyes, a cold expression, and a heartless heart.
Song Huiyue issued an order coldly: "Break his legs."
"You dare!" Zhang Xutang immediately moved Song Qinghui out, "If you dare to break my legs, I will..."
Yin Xiao had no harsh words to say, and when Zhang Xutang was speaking, he had already walked up to him and kicked him over.
Then he raised his foot high, dropped it heavily, and stepped on Zhang Xutang's calf bone.
A "click" sound, accompanied by Zhang Xutang's scream that broke through the sky, broke the absurd loneliness of the big house.
His face and legs were twisted together, and his shouting voice changed from sharp to hoarse.
The guards of the Zhang family drew their swords and were about to step forward. Not to be outdone, You Song and others stepped forward to confront them.
Song Huiyue knelt down and said to Zhang Xutang: "Qinghui is the person I love most. Don't touch him, otherwise I will eat you alive."
Zhang Xutang glared at her in endless pain, and saw her sticking out the tip of her tongue, gently licking her dry lips, and instantly believed every word Song Huiyue said.
She would really eat him.
He thought that he had reached the extreme level of evil, but he didn't expect that Song Huiyue, who looked gentle on the outside, was even more cunning and changeable than him.
If he successfully lets her get married and live a small life, maybe this veil will never be lifted.
It's a pity that he personally released a powerful enemy.
What's even more frightening is that he can't get rid of her.
She is too stubborn and insists on her own opinions, and even eight cows cannot take back what she has decided.
As a result, Zhang Xutang reached the peak of pain under Song Huiyue's gaze, both physically and mentally.
He could only shed tears and squeeze out one sonorous and powerful word: "Get out!"