Song Qinghui would rather endure hunger than say a bad word about Song Huiyue.
He swallowed his saliva and took two steps back: "Sister is not bad."
After saying that, his stomach growled.
Zhang Xutang couldn't help but feel suspicious when he saw that in addition to his childlike speech, he was not completely thoughtless. He was also very insistent on his own opinions. Even cakes couldn't seduce him.
He suspected that Song Qinghui was pretending to be stupid.
Although he was doubtful in his heart, he had an amiable smile on his face and stuffed the peanut candy cake into Song Qinghui's mouth: "I'm just teasing you, eat it."
The sugar cake brought a long-lost sweetness, but unfortunately it was too small and was finished in less than three bites.
Song Qinghui kept the last bite in his mouth and chewed it for a long time. When the food finally slid down his throat, he gave up with regret and used the tip of his tongue to carefully search between his lips and teeth, sipping the last aroma.
Zhang Xutang stretched out his arms and picked up the extinguished oil lamp from the small table: "Come here, I will show you another good thing."
Song Qinghui approached Zhang Xutang with his big, meaningless eyes flashing.
"Open your hands."
Song Qinghui obediently stretched out his hand.
The hand was first clenched into a fist, and then like a blooming flower, the petals were spread out, with the palm facing up, softly spread out in front of Zhang Xutang.
His person is as clear as his eyes, like fragile glass.
Zhang Xutang tilted the oil lamp, and the hot lamp oil was bright yellow, like melted amber, shimmering with oily luster, and all fell into Song Qinghui's palm.
Song Qinghui suddenly screamed, and the delicate skin on his palm disappeared instantly, creating a series of fire bubbles.
"Ah!" He yelled randomly, the pain was so numb that he felt that the hand was no longer his, and he could not say anything. He could only roar until his voice became hoarse.
Seeing Zhang Xutang in his teary eyes, he first froze on the spot, then turned around and ran away, but was stopped by the stone guarding the door.
He fell into the devil's lair. What was so sweet a moment ago turned into a nightmare in an instant.
This is a new world.
"Come back!" Zhang Xutang confirmed that he was a sincere fool, "I was not careful."
Song Qinghui became a frightened bird, motionless and trembling all over. His mind was empty except for fear and pain.
"If you don't obey, I will gouge out your sister's eyes and sink her into the Xiang River to feed the fish. Now I say for the last time, come here!"
Song Qinghui thought painfully: "I want to go to the Xiangshui River with my sister. I'm so scared."
He didn't know what death was and wasn't afraid of it. He just thought that Zhang Xutang wanted to gouge out Song Huiyue's eyes and he hesitated again.
"It must be very, very painful to take your eyes out."
Zhang Xutang looked at his unabashed expression, with all the joy, anger, sorrow and joy floating on his face. He didn't need to guess. He felt more and more amused, waiting to see what result Song Qinghui would come up with.
After a while, Song Qinghui moved to his side in a state of despair: "I'm obedient, don't gouge my sister's eyes."
His pain pleased Zhang Xutang and made him forget the pain in his body.
He asked knowingly: "Are you afraid of me?"
Song Qinghui nodded hesitantly.
"Many people around me are afraid of me, and I also have people who are afraid of me. I am afraid of Jin Shang, but I am not afraid of him, but of the chair under his butt. As long as a person sits on that chair, he will become a god.
, he is in charge of all life and death in the world."
Song Qinghui was not interested in this magical chair. He moved his injured hand to his mouth and blew gently.
"Don't blow." Zhang Xutang squeezed his hand and poured a cup of ice-cold tea into his palm.
Song Qinghui raised his hands, still not understanding why everything became forbidden after leaving home.
This is not allowed, and that is not allowed. It seems that everything he did in the past was wrong.
The chaos in his mind over and over again made him unable to think.
Zhang Xutang pushed him away and waved to the middle-aged man who was pretending to be deaf and mute at the door: "Old Wei, bring me a pen and paper."
This old guard is the essence of all the little guards, there is no other semicolon.
He originally followed Prime Minister Zhang. After Prime Minister Zhang noticed that his son was different, he asked him to make a special trip to work for Zhang Xutang.
When he came to Tanzhou, Lao Wei took the official road. After arriving, he shoveled horse manure in the post office, as skillfully as if he had been doing this job for half his life.
No one would have thought that he was Zhang Xutang's man.
Xie Zhou's men and horses turned upside down in Tanzhou City and Chenzhou City, but they were unable to find out the stables of Guanyi.
Lao Wei silently took a pen and paper, put the bed on the bed, and laid it out for Zhang Xutang.
"I'll write a letter to my father. You take it to the courier shop and rush it six hundred miles to Beijing. You can also take this silly boy back to Kyoto."
The King of Jin is watching the Jiang thieves issue, and he wants to remind his father that the King of Jin is unfathomable and should not be underestimated.
You must not let the situation slip and give King Jin a chance to add fuel to the flames.
Holding the pen, Zhang Xutang suddenly asked: "Did King Jin let his tail come?"
"Yes," Lao Wei simply replied, "Shitiao, I came in and walked around a few times, but couldn't find anyone. I waited until they went out before letting the fool out."
"They left?"
"I'm not leaving. I'm outside at the intersection."
Zhang Xutang didn't ask any more questions and quickly finished writing the letter to his family. He sealed it and handed it to Lao Wei: "Can you get rid of the tail?"
"able."
"Good old Wei."
Zhang Xutang pinched Song Qinghui's shoulders again: "Go away."
Song Qinghui looked up at him, his eyes still empty and clear: "Aren't you happy?"
"What?" Zhang Xutang was confused for a moment.
Song Qinghui stretched out a finger and carefully touched his forehead: "Don't be unhappy."
Zhang Xutang opened his hand in silence, feeling as if a small hole in the blocked river suddenly opened up, and warm water flowed in.
He waved his hand: "Old Wei, let's go, be nice to the stupid boy."
"Yes." Lao Wei packed up the letter, took Song Qinghui's intact hand, opened the door and walked out.
The white cat outside the door barked at Song Qinghui twice, then raised its tail, stuck out its butt, and wriggled toward the kitchen.
The sky was gray-white. Song Qinghui looked up and then lowered his head.
Full of confusion, he followed Lao Wei's footsteps and walked out of the door. Before he even raised his head to look at the scenery outside, Lao Wei put the knife on the back of his waist and looked towards the intersection.
The swaying leaves immediately stopped moving, leaving only ten pairs of eyes staring at him for an instant.
Lao Wei didn't care about this prying eyes and continued to hold the knife against Song Qinghui.
He could see that this silly boy was very valuable whether he was here with Zhang Xutang or with Prince Jin. If he couldn't keep someone for Zhang Xutang, he would kill Song Qinghui without hesitation.
Even if his eyes are dull, his desire to kill someone cannot be hidden.
The tails immediately became wary and did not dare to act rashly.
Only then did Lao Wei lead Song Qinghui on the road, regardless of whether his followers were following him at a distance or not.
He followed the ordinary official route. Within half an hour, he took Song Qinghui into the restaurant, and when he came out, he became a waiter in the tea team.
Sitting in a pacific cart pulled by two healthy mules, he was flanked by a waiter, the mules behind him, and in front of him were two pacific carts filled with tea.
Song Qinghui had disappeared from his side and was lying unconscious in a box that originally contained tea.