The more Song Huiyue tries to please him, the more he looks down on her.
However, just when he was disdainful, a chopstick in You Song's hand inserted straight into Zhang Xutang's palm without anyone being prepared, and nailed his hand to the table firmly.
Then You Song retreated to Song Huiyue as if nothing happened.
Zhang Xutang suddenly let out a scream, his eyes split open, and his whole body twitched.
It was okay not to move, but as soon as he moved, a heartbreaking pain came from the broken bone in his leg, making him instantly turn pale and sweat dripping.
"Ah!" He roared from deep in his chest and looked at Song Huiyue with a twisted expression.
The bright red blood flowed to the table and then dripped to the ground. Xiao Wei and Zhang Lin were both caught off guard. They drew their swords one after another and faced You Song and Xian Han.
Xiaowei quickly stepped forward, asked Zhang Xutang to bite on another chopstick, and pulled out the bloody chopstick.
Blood mist sprayed, and the fresh smell of blood filled the room, filling everyone's heads and noses.
Zhang Xutang's cries of pain sounded again and again. In his pain, Xie Zhou turned his head away and retched silently.
He was very uncomfortable with such a bloody scene. Even if he was poisoned, Zhang Xutang's death would be several times more dignified than his current life.
At the same time, he looked at Song Huiyue and felt that he was back to the time when Song Huiyue killed the fake "Du Lan".
At that time, he thought that Song Huiyue was forced to do so. Now it seems that some people have a bit of evil in their nature. It usually hides deep in their hearts and is difficult to see. Once it is released, it will be enough to scare all good people like them.
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Xie Zhou closed his mouth tightly, wishing he could pinch his nostrils, raised his head and breathed very thin, while thinking about how to deal with the aftermath.
Forget it, let the prince deal with the aftermath.
Zhang Xutang's face was twisted in pain, his injured left hand spasmed uncontrollably, he screamed intermittently, and his eyes were also distracted.
With his hands covered with black blood, he managed to gather his energy and looked at Song Huiyue.
There was a bright light shining in Song Huiyue's eyes, which was a bit of fire coming from the depths of hell, burning his flesh and bones bit by bit.
The two groups confronted each other. Song Huiyue sat on the stool safely under the protection of You Song and explained to Zhang Xutang why he had to take this beating.
"Qinghui is my beloved brother. If you hurt him, I will repay you tenfold."
Zhang Xutang gritted his teeth and cursed: "Madman!"
Song Huiyue nodded: "I'm crazy, so you have to take my words seriously."
She was calm and calm, not at all like a madman on a whim. Instead, Zhang Xutang roared like a madman: "I'm going to kill him!"
Song Huiyue replied quietly: "Then I will kill you - and your whole family."
"I'm so scared," Zhang Xutang said bitterly, "Kill my whole family, you have such a strong tone."
Song Huiyue smiled and said: "I will always keep an eye on you. Your Zhang family will not miss any opportunity unless you kill me now."
After saying that, she leaned forward and got closer to Zhang Xutang: "So Qinghui is your Zhang family's talisman. If he is here, you will be safe. If he makes any mistakes, I will retaliate even more crazily.
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Zhang Xutang avoided her gaze.
He now wants to return Song Qinghui to Song Huiyue, but he still has the blood of other members of the Song family in his hands. Without Song Qinghui, he can't get rid of Song Huiyue.
The best thing is to kill Song Huiyue. If you can't kill this mad dog, you have to hold Song Qinghui, the dog's chain, firmly in your hand to restrain Song Huiyue.
What makes him despair is that if he can hide Song Qinghui for the rest of his life, it means that Song Huiyue will also follow him for the rest of his life.
This really gave him a chill in his heart.
Holding his bloody hand, he looked at Xiao Wei: "Let's go!"
There is ample time!
The guards rolled him away. Song Huiyue raised her head and asked Xie Zhou: "Brother Bage, what do you want from me?"
Xie Zhou stared at the chopstick hole on the table and shook his head: "It's okay."
"By the way," Song Huiyue thought about it, "Why were you punished to kneel down yesterday?"
Xie Zhou stood up silently, wanting to stay away from this place: "I have violated the rules of heaven."
He rushed downstairs and asked the shopkeeper how much the tea cost.
The shopkeeper and the waiter were huddled in a ball and shivering when they heard the screams upstairs. Then they saw Zhang Xutang walking out bloody, and they were so shocked that they almost fainted.
"Tea money? What tea money? I have no money." The shopkeeper said incoherently, and he and the waiter hugged each other tightly, comforting each other.
Xie Zhou took out half a coin of silver, put it on the counter, and left in a hurry. As soon as he walked out, he saw King Jin get off the sedan chair and immediately ran away like a cat avoiding a mouse.
Song Huiyue came out of the tea shop, and King Jin happened to arrive in front of the door.
King Jin also learned that Zhang Xutang and Song Huiyue were drinking tea together, so he hurried over. After meeting Song Huiyue, he quickly looked her up and down. When he saw that she was safe and sound, he raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Are you looking at her?
Suffer a loss."
Song Huiyue nodded: "He was unprepared. It's a pity that he didn't finish the bowl of tea."
King Jin thought for a while: "I know that the Lei Cha in a tea shop outside the city is very delicious. If you want to eat it, we will go there now."
Song Huiyue shook her head: "If I'm not going, I'd better go eat fish."
In view of Zhang Xutang's serious injury, King Jin and Song Huiyue were in good mood for several days.
The weather was getting colder day by day. A charcoal fire was lit early in Zhuxi Zhai. Aunt Lin beat Mrs. Song's legs. Song Huiyue roasted oranges beside her. The doctor told her that eating roasted oranges could cure cold cough.
"Auntie, let's go to Kyoto," Song Huiyue slowly turned over the orange, "Qinghui is in Kyoto."
Mrs. Song stopped her embroidery work, and Aunt Lin also stopped and looked at her with burning eyes.
"Qinghui, are you still here?" Mrs. Song's voice was choked with sobs, and she was almost in tears.
There was no news about Song Qinghui for so many days. She thought that the child was already in serious danger, but they kept it from her. She didn't expect that Qinghui was still alive.
As long as you are alive, you are better than anything else.
Aunt Lin asked: "Why did you go to Kyoto? How did you go so far? How much punishment will the uncle have to suffer? Let's go and bring him back as soon as possible."
Song Huiyue took out the roasted oranges with iron tongs. The aroma of the oranges had been roasted by the charcoal fire and became hot and sweet. She took a deep breath of the aroma, calmed down her mind, and put the oranges away.
onto the plate.
Yuan Yuanduan gave it to Mrs. Song.
Song Huiyue baked another one and answered Aunt Lin's question while flipping it: "It was Zhang Yanei who found Qinghui first and sent him to the Zhang family in Kyoto, hoping to control the King of Jin."
"Ah? This..." Aunt Lin looked at Mrs. Song, "What does their fighting have to do with us? What's more, he doesn't understand anything. Your Majesty... Your Majesty, why don't you go and rescue your uncle?"
Mrs. Song patted the back of her hand and signaled her to calm down: "Mr. Zhang's home is not our home. We climbed over the wall and entered. Sister Yue, Qinghui, are you okay?"