win the hairpin

Chapter 201
Zhang Xutang confessed himself unreservedly in front of Song Huiyue.

"Whether he belongs to King Jin or not, I will kill him. He is the most talented person in the world, as long as he covers it up for a while."

After that, he smiled at Song Huiyue, got up and poured her a glass of white water.

Song Huiyue said: "You may not be able to kill if you want to."

"That's what you said," Zhang Xutang took a sip of water, and suddenly changed the subject, talking about King Jin, "Redrawing the fish scale book, revising the agricultural tax, King Jin's road to clearing the stream is steady and solid, but If he only has such a little means, then the road will be very long, and the Zhang family will not have the patience to wait for him."

Song Huiyue just smiled and stopped talking.

Once no one speaks, the air will become stagnant, and the two of them look out of the window at the same time - outside the window is a long-lost sunny day, the sky is full of blue colors, the surroundings are very noisy, and people are coming and going on the street, making the pavilion more and more silent.

Occasionally, there was the rustling of clothes rubbing against the chair.

In the bright daylight, Song Huiyue stared out of the window without moving, while Zhang Xutang turned his eyes back to Song Huiyue after looking out of the window. , the gaze is far away.

He had a very strange feeling, which was indescribable, as if his mind was very clear, and he could feel a cold line of white water passing through his throat, and at the same time he felt very confused, because Song Huiyue in front of him seemed to have only eight lines. The big spider with legs, sitting here, spit out silk from his mind, wrapping him.

So he drank a few more sips of water to make himself more sober, and don't easily imagine Song Huiyue as a monster like a dog or a spider.

Just when he finished drinking all the water in the glass, Song Huiyue suddenly turned around and looked at him with a half-smile: "Is the water delicious?"

Zhang Xutang tightened his hand holding the teacup, and grabbed the cup: "Water is just water, what's good to drink?"

Song Huiyue smiled and said, "But what's in your glass isn't water."

Zhang Xutang's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head to look at the cup. He had already drunk the water in the cup, and there was only the bottom of the cup left in it, and only two or three drops were poured out.

He hurriedly put down the teacup and went to fetch the teapot. In desperation, he dragged the teapot on the table with a long "squeak" sound, hurriedly lifted the lid of the teapot, and stretched his neck to look inside.

The water was clean, not even a speck of dust, and he couldn't see anything from it.

He didn't dare to be careless, lifted the teapot, put it under his nose and sniffed carefully, and suddenly he smelled a different smell.

The smell is very light, that of dried leaves.

Once he confirmed that Baishui was not real Baishui, he could no longer calm down, his heart beat violently in his chest, making him dizzy, his head swollen, and his whole body was cold.

In extreme horror, he saw Song Huiyue's smiling face. The originally beautiful face suddenly distorted in his eyes, and the inconspicuous scar on his face suddenly became obvious, pink and glaring, straight, like a scar. Put the sword straight into Zhang Xutang's heart.

"Xiao Wei!" He shouted, "Please doctor! Go quickly! The nearest doctor! Report to the official!"

Xiao Wei and Zhang Lin led the guards to stand outside the door, standing with Yin Xiao. It was not a stalemate, but Yin Xiao's unilateral suppression.

With Lao Wei not around, the two of them together are no match for Yin Xiao.

The two of them had been worried all the time, but when they heard Zhang Xutang's urgent shout, they all trembled in unison, and they raised their hands to push the door open.

Yin Xiao was standing against the wall, with the knife hidden in his sleeve, his eyes downcast, looking at his feet all the time, as soon as Zhang Xutang made a sound in the room, he immediately reached out to touch the knife, and took a step ahead of Zhang Lin and Xiaowei, pushing opened the door.

The situation in the house is weird.

Song Huiyue's expression was calm, but Zhang Xuzhang's face was full of horror, holding the teapot tightly with both hands, his slender eyes were wide open, seeing Zhang Lin and Xiaowei standing at the door, dumbstruck, he immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "Hurry up!" Go! Please doctor!"

"Yes!" Xiao Wei was startled, and ran out after pointing at the two of them.

Zhang Xutang's face was distorted, and he looked at Song Huiyue with ruthless eyes, and he could throw a knife from inside, cutting Song Huiyue into pieces.

Yin Xiao wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Song Huiyue.

Zhang Xutang's head was serious, and the fire from the soles of his feet rushed straight to the top of his head. With two eyebrows erect, he gritted his teeth and asked, "What did you give me to drink?"

Song Huiyue looked back: "Zhang Yanei has been calling the shots in the capital for a long time, and he thought that he could sit at the same table with the enemy and drink tea. If you were me, what would you drink for me?"

Zhang Xutang had gradually calmed down at this time, and he was no longer as terrified as before. He carefully recalled everything that happened when he entered the door in his mind, and if his heart was poisoned by arsenic, he would be dead at this time.

Since he is not dead, it is not highly poisonous, and there is still room for maneuver. Besides, seeing that Song Huiyue was so calm, he sneered, turned his head and told Zhang Lin: "Go and call my elder brother, I have something to say."

When Zhang Lin left, he looked at Song Huiyue, and his previously distorted face eased: "You poisoned me to death, and you can't run away by yourself. You don't want to drink tea with me. Just put it bluntly, why scare me."

"You think it's better for me to scare you. If you go home and die at home, you will save me from trouble, and it will also save me from being difficult when King Jin saves me."

Zhang Xutang frowned, really couldn't make up his mind.

It stands to reason that Song Huiyue and King Jin are inseparable. If he really died in the hands of Song Huiyue, King Jin would not be able to get rid of the responsibility, and the Zhang family would not let him retreat completely—Song Huiyue would not It is right to let King Jin fall into such a predicament.

But Song Huiyue's actions have always been unreasonable and unexpected, and when it comes to revenge, she is very crazy-of course, there is no one who is not crazy about revenge.

Tossing and turning in his mind, he couldn't make up his mind, he just held the teapot and kept sniffing.

The more he smelled it, the more the faint smell in the teapot penetrated into his nose, making his face sink like water again.

Even if it wasn't the poison that killed him immediately, it must be something that made him feel uncomfortable.

As he heard it, he thought of two sets of ideas in his mind, and he was firm on one idea: if he really wanted to die, he must be buried with Song Huiyue, and even if the Zhang family's dead were exposed, he would kill Song Huiyue on the spot.

With Song Huiyue by her side, she is not alone on the road to Huangquan.

While he was making calculations, the doctors came in a hurry, and not one but four doctors came.

These four doctors have their own specialties, and they all sit in Caomen Street. One treats children's diseases, one treats women's diseases, one specializes in bone setting, and the third one looks very sophisticated and has a long beard. , looks a bit like an apricot grove master.

In addition to the four doctors who came the fastest, Xiao Wei also asked people to bring the Zhang family's sign and invite the imperial physician.

After Zhang Xutang made it clear that it was poison, the doctor who set the bone left first, leaving only the other three, and the patients who saw the children and women were also very hesitant after taking the pulse, and could not make up their minds about the pot of white water. Dare to say goodbye at will, so he had to stand aside with his tail between his legs and make a saw-mouth gourd.

(End of this chapter)