win the hairpin

Chapter 102

"For you to run fast!"

Tie Zhenshan carried the machete, went back to the yard boldly, dropped the machete casually, and with a "ding bang", Liu Qin shivered in fright.

At this time, Lei Cha is ready too.

Song Huiyue picked up a pot of boiling water and rushed into the bowl, the ball of paste bloomed instantly in the boiling water, dyeing the water into a snow-white color, and the aroma of peanuts and sesame seeds burst out , all over the courtyard.

The heat was dense, and Song Huiyue waved to Tie Zhenshan from behind the mist: "Come and taste the Leicha from Meishan County."

Tie Zhenshan walked over step by step, inexplicably feeling that she was walking into a snare, which spread from Song Huiyue's body to catch the prey who threw herself into the snare.

She suddenly didn't want to drink Lei Cha anymore, and wanted to chase Xie Zhou and beat him up.

And Xie Zhou ran for his life like a whirlwind, and only took a breath when he saw that Tie Zhenshan hadn't followed.

"Baye?" Hou Er looked suspiciously at Xie Zhou, who was hunched over and panting, "What are you doing?"

Xie Zhou waved his hand: "It's okay, I think the little mouse that broke in is about to come out, remember not to hit too hard."

He didn't dare to really sit on the bench, so he could only find some errands for himself.

The little mouse that broke in was Zhang Xutang's Xiaowei.

He broke in cautiously, escaped with minor injuries, and returned to Zhang Xutang's side at lightning speed.

Kneeling on the ground, he told Zhang Xutang everything he saw and heard today, from as small as a few cooks in the palace to as big as the two guests who came to the palace today, he didn't pick and choose, and he didn't leave any of them behind.

Zhang Xutang lay on his back on the bed, listening to these trivial matters quietly.

In the silence, his legs ached, his hands ached, and his neck ached.

Everyone else rushed back to the capital to celebrate Concubine Zhang Guifei's birthday, and brought all the excitement back with them.

These heartless guys don't even care if there are fewer people, they only care about what birthday gift to give to please the imperial concubine.

It is only fun to be given the position of queen and sit in the imperial concubine.

As for King Jin, like Song Huiyue, he has become a thorn in his heart, a disease that must be cured.

Gang Yin was robbed, implicated in the fraud of the official bank, and this time all Lu Liancha, he thought that everything should be the mastermind behind the scenes.

Many things were originally in my mind, and I just felt weird, but now that I have a conclusion, when I think about it, it all makes sense.

For example, that night, the King of Jin hurried out from Biezhuang, looking as if he was seriously ill, and then he went to play a big show of power and prestige.

He thought King Jin was trying to confuse him on purpose, but thinking about it now, it's very possible that King Jin wasn't in Biezhuang at all.

Jin Wang is not there, he must have gone to Ezhou to rob Gangyin.

The loss of gang silver, and then the Zhang family's separation of ties as if they had broken their wrists, and then the fake official silver, which caused everyone in the court to feel insecure-Jin Wang is really a big hand.

What does King Jin want?
silver?

The two thieves, together with the many waterwheels and lake lotus roots, have all entered Jinwang's mansion.

And those lotus root are still very heavy.

It is certain that what is heavy is not lotus root, but silver, and it is hidden in that haunted house.

This is probably not the first time that money has been transported into Prince Jin's mansion. Pei Yuzhang searched for money earth-shakingly in Ezhou, but the money ended up in King Jin's pocket right under his nose.

Perhaps even Pei Yuzhang knew about it.

As for the matter of official silver doped with brass, after this trip, several officials from the Zhang family's lineage in various important places will probably fall down, which happened to be cheaper than Zhang's faction.

He was not worried about King Jin's succession, because King Jin had been away from the court for ten years, and apart from the Pei family, he had no one available at all.

What's the use of holding on to the mountainous area of ​​Jinghu South Road?

Do you want to take advantage of this inspection of the official bank and force out the tricks in Prince Jin's mansion?

But what if it's a trap?

It was very cold outside, he took Zhang Lin and Xiao Wei to accompany him for a walk in the courtyard - Xiao Wei and Zhang Lin carried him away.

When the cold wind blew, he still couldn't help sneezing. Xiaowei advised him to go back to the house, but he was unmoved and insisted on thinking in the cold wind.

Every time you take a step, there are light footsteps on the bluestone slab, and the footsteps are heard in people's ears. Both people and voices seem very tired.

He "walked" to the front of the Buddhist hall, and suddenly he was blessed, remembering that Song Huiyue killed him last time, and he prayed to the Buddha for protection.

The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were very kind, and saved his life. He also asked Lao Wei to build a golden body for the Buddha after he returned to Beijing.

The inside is deserted and clear, there is almost no incense, only three sticks of incense, I don't know what year and month it was, and it has grown moldy when inserted inside.

Zhang Xuzhang looked at Xiaowei, Xiaowei looked back at him because he didn't understand, the two watched for a while, Zhang Xuzhang couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded him: "Bring another futon!"

The futon was dusty and moldy as well.

Xiao Wei hurriedly changed the futon and came over.

Since Zhang Xutang asked for the blessing of the Buddha, he was very sincere. He offered incense when it was time to offer incense, but it was inconvenient to kowtow, so he let Xiao Wei do it for him. When Xiao Wei kowtowed, he prayed to the Guanyin statue in his heart: "The Buddha with boundless power Old Bodhisattva, I intend to teach King Jin a lesson, but I also feel that this is a trap set by King Jin for me, so I ask the Buddha to teach me."

Guanyin lowered her eyebrows and did not speak.

Zhang Xutang thought to himself that even if it was really alive, it wouldn't really speak, maybe it was giving me excuses in a dream.

He asked Zhang Lin to carry him to the side of the altar, and seeing a hand-copied Heart Sutra on it, he picked it up and flipped through it casually.

This reversal happens to be: "There is no hindrance, there is no terror, away from reversed dreams, and finally Nirvana."

Seeing this, he suddenly realized: "There is no fear if there is no obstacle. My father is the prime minister and my aunt is a noble concubine. If there is nothing to worry about, there is nothing to be afraid of. Even if it is a trap, how dare the King of Jin kill you?" Killed me? If I die on his territory, I will be afraid of him today."

Thinking of this, he happily threw away the "Heart Sutra", let Xiaowei kneel down again, and kowtowed three more times in front of the Avalokitesvara statue: "It's still a Bodhisattva who is transparent, and guide me in the maze. When it arrives, we will block the king of Jin."

Avalokitesvara looked at this devout believer silently, her face was still cold, without any incense.

King Jin did not believe in Buddhism, so he quietly returned to the palace from Jinghu North Road on the night of the eighth day of the lunar new year.

He hurriedly arrived in the bamboo forest, and smiled wryly at Song Huiyue who had heard the news.

In the past ten years, he had endured hardships in his heart, but on the surface he showed no signs of emotion or anger. This time facing Song Huiyue, he smiled with tears.

He saw Pei Yuzhang.

In just ten years, Pei Yuzhang's black hair had turned into white hair, and all the energy and energy in his body had disappeared, and the light in his eyes would only light up again when he saw him.

Facing others, he has thousands of words to persuade and countless reasons to persuade, but facing the vicissitudes of old uncle, he can't say a word.

"I remember when my uncle returned to Beijing when I was young, I saw that his beard was black and long, and I secretly pulled out one while my uncle was asleep," he whispered to Song Huiyue, "It's all white now."

It turned out that in the past ten years, not only his rights were being deprived, but even his relatives were irreparably declining.

He suddenly felt afraid.

(End of this chapter)