Song Huiyue stood up obediently and led the men and horses out of the Zhang family hall majestically.
The night is quiet, and the moonlight in late autumn is always cold and faint, hanging dangerously in the sky, and may be covered and engulfed by dark clouds at any time.
"Yinxiao, let's go home and take a look."
Her voice was low, as if she was crying.
Yin Xiao followed her loyally, whether it was a mountain of swords or a sea of fire, he was always behind Song Huiyue.
Hengyu Street is still in ruins. Burnt wood is stacked on the black ground. Some porcelain is dark and upside down. It is impossible to tell its former use.
This place has become an open grave.
The Song family, like other families, only has an approximate location. Without firelight, it is difficult to distinguish.
You Song whispered to the people around him: "Get a lamp."
The man hurriedly "borrowed" a lantern, You Song took it in his hand, walked forward quickly, and lit it on the ground.
The sudden light allowed Song Huiyue to regain her position. She walked to her home, thinking that there should be a laurel tree planted here.
Doors, windows, and walls stood up in her heart. She walked up the corridor and into the courtyard, and saw a pile of burned bamboo tubes among the ruins.
These are used by Song Qinghui to contain insects such as ants and grasshoppers.
Song Huiyue knelt down and wanted to pick one up, but unfortunately the bamboo tube looked intact and broke when she touched it with her hand.
Her home was gone, turned into ashes that could be blown away by the wind.
This is the home she cherishes carefully, where she eats, sleeps, cries, laughs, gets scolded, and beats her brother.
Aunt Liu said that she wanted to retire here. Uncle Lin planted a lotus flower with his own hands. Aunt Wu said that the bamboo trays she wove were the best and she often made dried vegetables and steamed meat. The two aunts were always noisy, but they had the best relationship.
good.
There is always laughter and singing here.
Now it's all gone, all traces of home and time have been burned, and there's no more.
"Yinxiao..."
Yin Xiao knelt down and knelt on one knee in front of Song Huiyue.
"Hey," Song Huiyue sighed, "It's all gone. I almost killed Zhang Xutang. What a pity."
Yin Xiao felt a dull pain in her heart, but she had no words and didn't know how to soothe her, so she could only kneel in silence in the dust.
Just when the two were silent, King Jin walked out of the darkness wearing a moon-white round-necked shirt with large sleeves. Huang Ting held a lantern beside him. The yellow light spread out around him, reflecting his fair skin.
beautiful.
"Your Majesty." You Song and others quickly bowed their heads and saluted.
Song Huiyue and Yinxiao also stood up.
King Jin strode forward and hugged Song Huiyue in his arms.
"It's okay," he rubbed Song Huiyue's back, "We can still rebuild. It's okay, everything will get better."
Song Huiyue smelled a faint scent of benzoin on him.
She didn't know how long King Jin had been here. The autumn mood was already strong, and the clothes were more exposed. But King Jin's clothes were still thin, and his chest and shoulders were hard, but the warmth and fragrance of his body came out from under the cloth, making everything soft.
shape.
"It doesn't matter, let's start over." King Jin comforted softly.
Song Huiyue couldn't bear it any longer, pressed her forehead against his shoulder, and cried loudly.
Big drops of tears fell into the ashes, and she was shaking all over from crying.
It’s so sad and angry, so hateful. How could there be someone like Zhang Xutang in the world? It’s obvious that the Song family has retreated to a corner, and she is about to get married. Why must the little Song family be dragged into their great cause?
Go inside.
Now he has also taken Qinghui away.
Song Huiyue's tears rolled down until the end, and she shivered with cold. She struggled out of King Jin's arms. She looked at King Jin and knew that King Jin, like Tanzhou City, was also undergoing drastic changes.
King Jin still had thousands of things to say, but Song Huiyue sneezed and wiped them all away.
The group hurried back to the palace.
After sending Song Huiyue back to Zhuxi Zhai, King Jin looked at Yinxiao, patted Yinxiao's shoulder hard, and praised: "Good boy, your skills are good. Madam Song has you to protect me, so I don't have to worry about it."
few."
At the same time, he secretly thought in his heart: "A wild boy of unknown origin, a poor little man who only knows how to fight and kill, yet he dares to dream about my moon."
Yin Xiao took half a step back and replied politely: "Thank you for your compliment, Your Majesty. Your Majesty, please go slowly."
At the same time, he secretly thought in his heart: "You are such a cunning conspirator. No wonder he can't even get a wife, so he will be a bachelor for the rest of his life."
He asked King Jin to walk slowly, but King Jin had no intention of leaving at all.
"Are you still used to living in the palace?" King Jin asked Huang Ting to bring a chair, sit outside the door of Zhuxi Zhai, and asked Yinxiao kindly.
The word "Prince's Palace" was bitten hard by him. It was a warning and a reminder.
Yin Xiao's mind and language are much simpler: "I will live wherever the lady is used to."
Because Song Huiyue was here, the two of them couldn't make sarcastic remarks, so their yin and yang eccentricities turned into unlovable things.
You Song heard it in his ears, saw it in his eyes, and smiled in his heart. He just wished that Mr. Xie Ba was not here.
Otherwise, thanks to Mr. Ba's mouth, he would make a big fuss when he sees this situation.
"You Song, you and Yin Xiao should go and wash up too. You're covered in blood. Don't scare Mrs. Song." King Jin also realized that he had lost his temper, so he moved out the big Buddha, Mrs. Song, and removed Yin Xiao, the difficult brat.
Send away.
The little ghost followed You Song away.
Now Yinxiao and Yousong live in the same courtyard. They wash themselves together. After cleaning themselves, they sit facing each other and eat.
You Song ate very little. He didn't want to admit that he was getting older, but when he saw Yin Xiao devouring food, he did feel that his appetite was gradually getting smaller.
This is a sign of getting older.
Just like Du Lan, who was also very young and suffered such a fatal injury, he could still drag his breath until now and actually survived.
If it had been him, I'm afraid he would have returned to the West long ago.
When Yinxiao held the bowl and drank the last sip of soup with the bottom of the bowl turned upward, he asked: "What did you say in that dead soldier's ear?"
Yin Xiao wiped his mouth and said: "Twelve."
"Huh?" You Song was puzzled at first, but then realized that he was talking about answering a question.
"You are simply robbing me! Wasn't it five taels before?"
Yin Xiao said confidently: "We are short of money now."
You Song had to take out a large ingot of silver and put it on the table: "What did you say in that dead soldier's ear?"
In the painting hall, he saw with his own eyes that Yin Xiao jumped up and said a very brief word to the dead man, and then the dead man became dull for a moment, and Yin Xiao took this opportunity to kill him.
If not, Yin Xiao might not be the opponent of this dead soldier.
When it comes to sword skills, Yin Xiao can't even compare to him.
Yin Xiao put away the money and replied: "I called his name."
This answer was beyond You Song's expectation. He was speechless and looked at Yin Xiao.
The dead soldiers have no names.
How did he know the name of the dead soldier?
Did they become death warriors together?
Or have we met when we were young?
He hurriedly went to get the silver bag: "How do you know..."
Yin Xiao was not prepared to earn any more money from him, so he stood up and walked out.
You Song chased him: "I'll pay twenty taels!"
Yin Xiao turned a deaf ear and just walked forward.
"Fifty taels! One hundred taels! There's not enough to add! Why are you going?"
"Twelve."
You Song happily took out a dozen taels and stuffed them into Yin Xiao's hand: "Say it quickly."
Yin Xiao said: "I'll go to the eldest lady to see if she has anything else to tell me."
"Who asked you this?" You Song looked frantically as Yin Xiao left.
Dingzhou, meet the dead men of the Zhang family, who is Yin Xiao?