win the hairpin

Chapter 202 Golden Juice
The only surviving holy hand closed his eyes to check his pulse, dipped his fingers in some white water from the teapot, put it in his mouth and tasted it, his brows were knotted, and he remained silent for a while.

Zhang Xutang's mood became more and more gloomy with his attitude.

Fortunately, the holy hand didn't ponder for too long, put down his finger, and said to Zhang Xutang: "Zhang Yanei, the villain can't see the name, but you have been drinking tea for a short time, no matter what kind of poison it is You can try golden juice to detoxify."

Gold juice is dung water.

Song Huiyue said softly: "Zhang Yanei, if you continue to hesitate, no matter how bad the poison is, it should be poisoned."

Zhang Xutang's heart was overwhelmed.

Time changed very fast in his mind, so fast that he couldn't sit still, so he could only stand up and pace. His body was originally weak, but at this moment, even his mind was so weak that it was almost shattered.

Is it poisonous or non-toxic?
The imperial physician hadn't arrived yet, neither did the people from the yamen, not even Zhang Xuling, it seemed that everyone was procrastinating at this moment.

In fact, it was not procrastination, but he was too anxious, and the time was too fast, and the others couldn't catch up even if they flattered.

The sense of strangeness when he stared at Song Huiyue came back again, and the clear lines behind the entrance of the white water came to his mind again.

This time, the white water turned into black poisonous juice, flowing clearly in his body, rapidly engulfing his internal organs, flowing to all limbs and bones.

"Drink, go get it." He didn't hesitate for too long.

He didn't dare to gamble, his life was too precious, drinking golden juice was nothing compared to his life.

Once he had made a decision, he stopped panicking and went back to the chair, feeling only tired in his heart, and besides being tired, he was also surprised.

The exhaustion is for herself, but the surprise is for Song Huiyue.

He thought that Song Huiyue was worse and worse than him, her eyes were deep pools, and the light hidden in the black eyes was the dragon in the deep pools—it could set off huge waves.

A bowl filled with golden juice came in tremblingly from the door. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, wanting to wait for the smell to pass before exhaling. However, the smell in the bowl is continuous, and people can only breathe When you really can't hold it back, take a quick breath, and then close your nose and mouth.

Song Huiyue stuck her head out of the window.

Zhang Xutang took a deep breath, stretched out his hands, picked up the bowl decisively, and brought the bowl of golden juice to his mouth.

Anyway, if you want to drink, it is better to make a quick decision, otherwise it will be more painful if you procrastinate.

He wanted to drink it all in one go, but the golden juice in the bowl just entered his mouth, it already made his head roar, his eyes were swollen and red, and as the sip slid down his throat, he also clearly felt the golden juice. where the juice goes.

The dignity, contempt, and decent status brought to him by the Zhang family were shattered in this instant.

With a sound of "Wow", he threw away the bowl and began to vomit violently, trying to spit out all the internal organs from his throat.

Tears, snot, saliva, and golden juice mixed on his face, and then dripped on his clothes. The bowl containing the golden juice spun around on the table, then poured out, and dripped all over the floor. Gives off a bad smell.

There were tea customers downstairs smelling it, cursing, Song Huiyue hastily closed the window, closed it for a moment, then hurriedly opened it again, not daring to close it again this time.

Zhang Xutang propped his hands on the ground, and was still vomiting, his throat smelled of blood, just about to stop, when he looked up, he saw yellow water all over the ground, his throat rolled involuntarily, and he vomited again stand up.

He even vomited blood, and finally he couldn't vomit, his head was covered with cold sweat, his eyes were red and swollen, and his whole body was turned into a puddle of mud. There is a trace of vitality.

The yamen servants in the yamen came in a hurry, they were all taken aback when they saw the scene in front of them, then they covered their mouths and noses and looked at Xiaowei who brought them here.

Seeing Zhang Xutang's face as white as paper, half sitting and half lying down, Xiaowei was so shocked that he rushed in and tried to get Zhang Xutang up from the ground, but he didn't know how to do it: "Second master! Second master!"

Zhang Xuling was only one step late, seeing Zhang Xutang who looked like a dead fish, rushed into the house, and picked Zhang Xutang up from the ground.

Zhang Xutang's body was full of filth, his clothes couldn't see the original color, and the smell was even more disgusting. However, Zhang Xuling didn't dislike it. He put the second child whom he regarded as poison on the chair, and made himself covered with filth. filth.

"Second! Second!"

The poison was alive, and he avoided it, but once the poison suffered a fatal blow, he turned into a big brother, and his love and affection prevailed, and he wanted to take Zhang Xutang home properly.

The second child opened his eyes and opened his mouth out of breath: "Song, poison the tea!"

He raised his hand tremblingly, grasping Zhang Xuling's skirt with all his strength, and two hard lights came out from his eyes: "I'm dead, kill her! Keep doing what I said!"

Zhang Xuling looked at the yamen servant who was just watching with a blank face at the door, and shouted angrily: "They're all dead? Seal this place up soon! Detain the criminals! My father is not dead yet, and the Zhang family is not yet dead. People are poisoned, and you dare to stand by and watch!"

The yamen servants had just woken up from their dreams. The quick ones had the upper hand and sealed off the second floor first, while the slow ones had no choice but to step into the house and escort Song Huiyue.

The tea drinkers on the first floor have long known that something has happened upstairs. Seeing people going upstairs one after another, they are all very curious. They stretch their necks and look up. Intense gagging and talking from above.

"Father. Dead. The Zhang family fell."

A few words fell into the ears of the spectators intermittently, and they used these words to create a whole new message.

Someone lowered his voice and acted in shock: "Master Zhang is dead?"

The onlookers all stared wide-eyed and began to whisper, and some people sneaked out of the door. In less than half an hour, the few words in the teahouse formed a new language and flew all over the streets and alleys of Kyoto.

"Master Zhang is dead."

The tabloids in the capital got the news, and heard that the news was true. It was passed by the Zhang family's uncle and the second master personally, and they went to print tabloids one after another.

The people on the second floor never expected that such rumors would come out, and they were still deadlocked.

Yin Xiao stopped the yamen servant, and Song Huiyue smiled undisguisedly: "Poisoning? The Zhang family can't spout blood. Zhang yamen insists on drinking tea with me. I hate him, so I only let him drink plain water. Are you guilty? Why arrest me? Could it be that Zhang Yanei was afraid of death and drank a bowl of feces?"

The room was silent for a moment, the sound of breathing and the smell were all amplified, and everyone's nostrils were moving silently
Zhang Xuling unconsciously turned back to look at Zhang Xutang. Zhang Xutang seemed to be broken in the chair. If he moved slightly, he would be scattered on the ground. His eyes were dull, and he just looked at the teapot blindly.

"Second, don't be afraid, the imperial physician will be here soon, and when the imperial physician arrives, he will naturally interpret it for you, and the young lady of the Song family will not be able to run away."

Zhang Xutang raised his head and glanced at Zhang Xuling.

Under the sun, he had a strange expression, as if the soul had been let go by the golden juice, and only the person was still here.

He said weakly: "I want to wash."

　Zhang Yanei drank the golden juice, which caused the smell of this chapter to be quite unpleasant
　　
　
(End of this chapter)