win the hairpin

Chapter 21 Anger
Huang Wenqiu is a scholar, and the ink in his belly is neither too much nor too little. He is neither as thorough as a great Confucianist nor as dull as an illiterate person. When he saw a woman like Song Huiyue who was neither fish nor fowl, he didn't know what to do with her.

Luo Huiniang is well-versed in books and rituals, she is both talented and learned, but also keeps her duty. She regards him as heaven and earth, and he feels more and more that she is an object in Song Huiyue's eyes.

Especially when she thought of her humbleness, Song Huiyue saw everything in her eyes, and wished to stay away from her.

It's just that he didn't expect that Song Huiyue could be so cruel and blocked him back abruptly.

It was only now that he realized that Song Huiyue was not lacking in education, but that she had another set of survival theories of her own.

Favors, world affairs, and even feelings are unreasonable to her.

She only cares about promises and deals, and she is very fair, and she doesn't talk to others. If anyone intends to break the promise, that's not acceptable.

If you get on this thief ship of hers, you have to die to get off.

It was already noon, and even sitting next to the spring still felt hot. Huang Wenqiu pinched his round-neck robe and loosened the collar. Although he came for a blind date, his mood was as heavy as going to a grave.

"Miss, in fact, I am not the only good man in the world."

Song Huiyue smiled and said, "I know."

She thought that she was going to get married, and Mrs. Song could finally relax. Anyway, Huang Wenqiu couldn't control her, so she could support the family secretly.

Thinking of this, she smiled more happily at Huang Wenqiu, her voice was soft and soft: "Does your hand still hurt?"

After hearing this, Huang Wenqiu not only hurt his hands, but his whole body ached.

"Miss, don't take the stupid things I said before. It's all thanks to you that I am today. I am very grateful to you. It's just this marriage, do you want to think about it again?"

Song Huiyue blinked her big eyes: "You can insert a hairpin for me."

The match was for the hairpin, but the match was not for sending the cloth. Huang Wenqiu looked up at the sky with tears in his eyes.

When he looked up, he saw Yin Xiao sitting on a tree branch, staring at him expressionlessly.

The slender hand holding the tree trunk can crush him like a kitten or puppy.

Huang Wenqiu was so frightened that he almost fell off the stool, his face was pale, and his voice trembled, turning into a wail: "Put it in, put it in now.'"

What Xiao Chen prepared was a shabby silver hairpin, but Song Huiyue didn't mind, and stretched out her hand to straighten her head: "I'm leaving."

She laughed like a flower, and even when she returned to the city, the corners of her mouth didn't fall.

Passing by the palace, she glanced sideways, but never stopped.

In the evening, when the sky was full of clouds and clouds, King Jin and his followers, guards, and doormen led Huang Qingcang, carried two muntjacs and a wild boar, and came back from hunting.

The king of Jin was still in high spirits, he put on his horsewhip, strode to the back bedroom to take a bath and changed clothes, returned to the study with wet hair, and ordered Huang Ting: "Quietly send a leg of mussel meat to the Song family, you go there yourself, let the painting Yue brought Qinghui over to eat barbecue."

Huang Ting left in response, and soon came back: "Ms. Song said she has no time."

"No time?" King Jin raised his eyebrows. He also guessed that Song Huiyue would not come, so he was not particularly angry. "She is quite polite, and she knows how to find an excuse for me, and ask Xie Zuiba to come."

Xie Zhou didn't have any excuses, he came here in a panic.

Seeing Huang Ting standing outside the study arranging tea, he stepped forward and said: "You all know that you have worked hard to arrange the tea yourself."

Huang Ting glanced at him, knowing that he had something to do, so he didn't point it out: "What kind of tea does Ba Ye want to drink?"

"Whatever," Xie Zhou asked quietly, "how is the prince feeling?"

"Very good, just let me go to Mrs. Song's house."

"That's over," Xie Zhou rubbed his hands, "Don't drink the tea, please send a message to my wife, just say that I love her."

Huang Ting was confused, watching Xie Zhou dawdle in.

After thinking for a while, he ordered the left and right to retreat, and closed the door of the hospital, while he walked to the corridor, closed the door of the study himself, and guarded the outside.

Xie Zhou's cautious voice came from inside.

"The Song family often went to matchmakers, so we didn't pay attention. Mrs. Song took the eldest lady to Lushan Temple today. She thought it was offering incense as usual, but unexpectedly... Huang Wenqiu inserted a hairpin for the eldest lady."

There was no movement in the room for a long time, and after a while, King Jin said: "Go out."

Xie Zhou retreated as if fleeing for his life, and exchanged a frightened look with Huang Ting.

Huang Ting moved a bit, wanting to go in, but Xie Zhou stretched out his hand to stop him.

Prince Jin, who was alone on the couch in the study, threw the young couple to the ground with a sullen face.

Facing Yin Xiao with all precautions, he did not expect that the moon would be taken by Huang Wenqiu.

He looked gloomy, and after a while, he turned over, restored the little table to its original shape, and packed up the scattered books.

He can't show his emotions and anger, and he can't do it.

"Thank you Zhou!"

Xie Zhou quickly responded: "The officer is here."

King Jin opened the door and came out: "Go and interrogate those Jiang thieves."

Xie Zhou complained in his heart.

The two walked non-stop, from the study to the bamboo studio, crossed the lake, the terrain became lower and lower, and finally turned around the rockery covered by vines and entered the secret road.

At the end of the secret passage is a dungeon.

The secret passage is deep and secluded, the humidity is high, the lights are difficult to illuminate, and it is eerie, but the dungeon is bright and cool, spacious and comfortable.

The walls are all thick stone walls, and the ground has been rammed several times, even if water is poured on it, it will not be muddy at all.

The cells are well-organized, with five rooms on the left and right sides, bright oil lamps are lit in the middle of the cells, and the prison room and interrogation room are in the middle.

Now there are eight leaders of river bandits in Ezhou living in the prison.

You Song mentioned Tie Zhenshan, the leader of the Blade's Edge Mountain in Ezhou, to speak in the interrogation room.

The wall was clean, not even a whip was hung, and You Song was very kind, at first glance, it looked like he was inviting someone to visit.

"This is the tea our lord brought back from Meishan County, don't be polite," You Song poured tea for her, "Drink more."

The girl Tie Zhenshan, whose name is "Iron Spinning Top", has gained a reputation in Ezhou at a young age.

Countless men tried to conquer her, but all ended in failure.

It took You Song a lot of effort to grab her.

The harder it is, the more worthy of respect, You Song arranged her at the end of the cell, separated from the other gentlemen, and put a curtain around it to make it easier for her to relieve her hands.

Tie Zhenshan had a dark face, small but bright eyes, a tall and muscular figure, with strong arms, she reached out to take the tea bowl, and drank it down: "Not bad."

As soon as she put the bowl away, she looked around unscrupulously: "Whose hands have I fallen into?"

"Prince Jin of Tanzhou Prefecture." You Song answered every question.

"It turned out that the gods were fighting, and the kid suffered."

You Song smiled and asked: "Then which god do you think can win?"

Tie Zhenshan replied: "It's none of my business."

You Song didn't care about her roughness, and asked instead: "You are good at marksmanship, who is your teacher?"

"Plague monkey."

"Plague Monkey?" You Song's eyes lit up, "Have you seen him?"

(End of this chapter)