win the hairpin

Chapter 309 Mid-Autumn Night

The clerk took the money and left. He came to Song Huiyue's place every day to ask for peace, and he was often so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

Because Song Huiyue is arranging Mrs. Song's belongings, before going out every day, she must burn things in a big brazier. The man saw that the clothes and shoes were made of good materials, and the workmanship was even more delicate. Wearing it, the old lady must be so happy from ear to ear, even if the old lady can't wear it, if I send it to the pawn shop, I can save some money.

There was also a cloak made of fine leather inside, but it was all burned.

The buddy made Yan Xun cry, feeling sorry for these good things, and wished he could do it now and smoke Song Huiyue.

In the light of the fire, Song Huiyue looked very calm, and burned everything that could be burned.

On the fourteenth day of the eighth month, Song Huiyue came out of Zhang's house and went to fetch the Sichuan crossbow. However, as soon as she got there, she found that the ironsmith's house had been burned to ruins. Yes, both the blacksmith father and son were burnt out of shape.

The blacksmith was injured, so her Chuannu naturally disappeared.

Song Huiyue stood where she was, without moving for a long time. When she came back to her senses, she found Zhang Xutang was behind her with a smile on her face.

Needless to say, this blacksmith's shop must have been burned by Zhang Xutang.

Song Huiyue walked home without saying a word, Zhang Xutang followed her closely, and also followed her. He felt that Song Huiyue's steps were very light, and her breathing was also very light, as if the wind was blowing her.

The darker the sky, the more she looked like a wandering spirit coming out of the darkness.

Walking to the door of Song's house, he saw someone sneakily looking around at the incense shop next to Song's house, and quickly shrank back. Song Huiyue unlocked the door and entered the door without turning on the lamp, and sat down in a chair in the yard sloppily.

Her upper body was deeply nestled, her legs were hanging heavily on the ground, her eyes were half closed, as if she didn't think about anything.

Zhang Xutang signaled Xiaowei to light the oil lamp, and when the lights came on, a lonely and empty Song family was immediately illuminated.

The yard was empty, except for a large brazier, which was covered with ashes, and an empty cage hung under the porch, and the original thrush inside was missing.

Zhang Xutang went into the main room and walked around, and saw that the boxes were all open, and the inside was already empty.

The whole house looked empty, and the kitchen was even colder, and there was nothing to eat.

He was very disappointed in the kitchen, so he sat down opposite Song Huiyue and went to see Song Huiyue.

Song Huiyue sat wearily in a mess, as if she couldn't kill Zhang Xutang with the Chuannu, so she couldn't raise her head anymore, her posture was disorderly and messy, but her expression was completely different, her face was calm, it was almost serene , as if in her heart, everything had settled down, and she didn't need to worry about it anymore.

Zhang Xutang secretly thought that burning down the blacksmith's shop was not enough, he should wear a pair of chain mail.

Just when he was about to arm himself to the teeth, Song Huiyue suddenly raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes were dark and fierce.

Zhang Xutang was shocked by this look.

He loves these eyes very much. The big black eyes inside are like the broken glass in his garden, which will reflect colorful light in the sun and emit a cold light at night.

This look made him elated, and he wished he could dig out Song Huiyue's eyeballs and keep them properly.

Zhang Xuzhang sat here withered at Song Huiyue's place, neither eating nor drinking, not even saying a word, but he sat so contentedly that when he returned to Zhang's house, he still had a smile on his face.

However, his smile didn't last long, because the cold wind was blowing outside, and the cough swept over him again. He sat in the chair and coughed shakingly, tears streaming down his face. Finally, he took a breath and began to act like a broken bellows Pulling the throat to breathe.

He sat on his back, his chest rose and fell slightly, and his pale and weak face carried the breath of death, as if he would die at any moment.

The night was long, and the bronze crane came out from the place where the sun was not visible, and stood in front of him. He raised his strength and asked, "Have you trained?"

Tong He replied without emotion: "Yes."

Zhang Xutang laughed, his appearance was already very weak, but this laugh was very vicious, even if the four big river thieves were put in front of him, this smile would be horrifying.

He thought about it with a smirk, and at first he wanted to put Yin Xiao by his side and be his own savior——There is no doubt that once a child like Yin Xiao becomes a samurai, he is simply given a waiver. Dead gold.

Especially thinking of Song Huiyue's deliberate plan to kill him, and at the last moment, the one who stopped Song Huiyue was the nursing home she cared about. He couldn't imagine what it would be like.

Must be wonderful.

But it was because of the excitement that he didn't dare to put Yin Xiao by his side. If Yin Xiao changed from a well-trained wolf dog to Song Huiyue's nursing home as soon as he saw Song Huiyue, then he would be miserable. up.

In the end he reluctantly made a decision: "Let him go to Father's place."

Bronze Crane led the way, disappeared into the darkness like a gust of wind, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The next day is Mid-Autumn Festival.

Song Huiyue didn't go to Zhang's house, but Xiao Wei came to pick her up twice, but she ignored them. Several groups of people came to invite her from Xie's house, but she refused all of them. She only said that she would burn incense for her dead mother at home and not go out.

The Xie family had no choice but to ask the family servants to bring a large table of noodles. The wind was strong in the yard, and it would get cold after eating. Song Huiyue did it herself, moving the dishes to the kitchen one by one. .

She lit a fire and warmed a pot of wine, ate and drank, and ate several dishes in the palace, but she was indifferent, just eating numbly, trying to fill her stomach.

As for whether it was delicious or not, she didn't care, even if she was given a piece of dry biscuit and a bowl of cold water, she would still swallow it.

After eating and drinking, she went back to Mrs. Song's room and saw that everything that could be burned had been burned. The jewelry and other objects had already been buried with Mrs. Song. The other utensils were all bulky furniture. She had no choice but to give up. .

After reading it, she went back to her room, painted her eyebrows and eyes in the mirror, put on makeup and powder, spent a lot of effort to tie her hair into a bun, her head was full of jewels and emeralds, and she was dressed in brilliant colors and embroidery. Paved Sichuan crossbow.

It was still a single arrow, which could not be repeated, but could be hidden in the sleeve. She tied up the sleeve bag, put on a pair of sheepskin boots, hid a short knife in the boot, put on the veiled hat, and pushed the door to go out.

It was bustling outside.

Her attire was inconspicuous among the many fine clothes. Wearing a veiled hat, she hurried to Jinming Pond. She went straight to the Nanling Star Gate of the Immortal Bridge and looked at the colorful buildings lined up on both sides.

The moonlight is already bright, the lights are glowing, and many prostitutes have climbed to the colorful building, and Zhu Cui is shining, infinitely romantic.

Song Huiyue threw down her veiled cap, and walked up among several other leaders.

As soon as you go up to the colorful building, you can clearly see the appearance of the pedestrians below. The clients are well-dressed, treat the prostitutes as cattle and sheep, mark the price, and compete for fun.

The prostitutes are all experienced in the Fengyue field, they don't take it seriously, they just keep sending down the fragrance and winking eyes, and some prostitutes are ingenious, playing the piano and dancing on the flying fish boat, dyeing the fairy bridge with fragrance.

Song Huiyue hid behind the prostitutes, staring at Xianqiao with burning eyes, waiting for the prey to arrive.

(End of this chapter)