win the hairpin

Chapter 36 The Fire of the Meeting
Back then, Song Qi refused to frame King Jin no matter what, so Song Qinghui let Song Qinghui watch him sitting on nails, hooking his back and brazing tendons. Song Qi's life would be worse than death, and the young Song Qinghui lost his mind because of this.

And this Wang Xiyun is the same.

Even his son spent the same time in prison as Song Qinghui.

Mrs. Qi ran against Song Qinghui with her words, and she herself experienced the pain of losing her son.

Who is secretly standing up for Song Huiyue?
Except for King Jin, there is no one else.

Using private power without hesitating to leave traces, from this point of view, this Mrs. Song is the most important thing in King Jin's heart.

Zhan Shizhao's eyes were as bright as Zhang Xuzhao's, and he admitted from the bottom of his heart that Zhang Xuzhao and Zhang Guifei were not only aunts and nephews, but also a rare pair of bosom friends in the matter of assassinating the King of Jin.

But after letting the light go, he told Zhang Xutang some bad news with a solemn expression.

"I'm afraid the entire South Jingnan Road is under the control of the King of Jin. The officials are not trustworthy, and the taxes and taxes over the years are probably not trustworthy."

This means that Jin Wang is far more important than they know, there are people and money.

Zhang Xutang was in a good mood, and stretched his waist long: "For a dying person, what's the use of extending his hand to the dragon chair? Are you hungry? I want to eat something."

His haze was swept away, his spirits lifted, and he felt like he could eat a chicken.

Thought gluttonous, but stomach is small, he only drank a small bowl of chicken soup and couldn't eat anymore. Seeing Zhan Shizhao's cheeks moving non-stop, he was very envious.

Zhan Shizhao saw that he put down his chopsticks, drank the soup in a hurry, wiped his mouth, and asked Zhang Xutang: "But Mrs. Song will go to the Three Treasures Hall of King Jin for nothing, and if she goes rashly, King Jin may become suspicious. "

Zhang Xutang chuckled twice, and had a perfect idea in his heart: "If you have nothing to do, find something for her, come here."

He hooked Zhan Shizhao's head, and began to whisper: "There is a little lady named Luo Huiniang..."

The voice was soft and sometimes heavy. The more he talked, the more excited he became, and the more he talked, the more he felt that his arrangement was perfect.

And the various characters in his plan, totally unaware that the disaster is in front of them, are busy with each other.

Another day later, a fragrant wind suddenly blew in the peaceful Tanzhou city.

An oiran lady came from the city, she rented a big house by the Swallow Bridge, brought her mother and two sisters with her, and hung out two gardenia lanterns to welcome the guests.

The autumn wind also enters, the autumn rain also enters, and the swallows also enter, bringing out the sound of silk, bamboo and sandalwood boards, and the fragrant towel handkerchief.

In particular, this oiran lady is sixteen years old and hasn't been groomed yet. She wants to find a husband she is satisfied with, asking for five hundred taels on the first night, which immediately caused a commotion among the city's dudes.

The most famous fantou in Tanzhou City was only three hundred taels the first night.

Three or four helpers from Prince Jin's Mansion naturally refused to miss such a beautiful event.

The five villainous youths under Zhang Xutang also flocked to him.

The two teams met on the narrow road of Yanzi Bridge. The two sides were jealous in the city of Tanzhou. It wasn't just once.

The scolding was out of proportion, someone said that King Jin himself died in the mansion, paralyzed on the bed, but let a group of mad dogs come out to bite people.

It just so happened that Du Lan was drinking too much at dinner, and he had seventy percent of the alcohol on his body. After hearing that, it was fine, and he punched him, which suddenly triggered a fight.

Those vicious boys couldn't help their fists and kicks, their faces were covered with blood, their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, and they ran back to Zhang's mansion. After thinking about it, they couldn't swallow this breath, and they called a dozen or so idlers back to get back the scene.

Du Lan and the others went in and sat down. They had just drank two cups of tea when the scolding was drawn out.

This time they were few in number, so they suffered a disadvantage, and let the opponent beat them all over the floor.

How could Du Lan be willing to suffer? He angrily asked the other party to wait, and ran back to the palace to rescue the soldiers.

In this way, you come and go, moving rescuers, looking for accomplices, making a lot of noise, attracting countless people to watch the excitement, and blocking the water around the Swallow Bridge.

The lady's mother, Mrs. Huakui, was called He Sanma. She stomped her feet anxiously under the bridge, and called her daughter loudly: "Sister Xiang, let Qinniang find a way!"

"My lady said it's not a good day, let them go, if they break the fence and trample the roots of the grass, just ask them to pay for it." Sister Xiang stretched out her head, and everyone looked at it under the light.

Sanma He valued Qin Niang more than gold, and since this girl was cast by herself, she didn't dare to disobey her, so she said in a muffled voice, "That's true."

What ended this chaos was not the yamen patrol, but a fire.

Some spectators poured a lantern in his hand, and poured oil into the candle, and it fell on the firewood. At first there was only a little firefly, but no one noticed it. brightly lit.

The people ran away one after another, shouted, and went to fetch water bags, hemp pads, and fire hooks to put out the fire.

The night watchman on the watchtower in the city saw it, and was shocked. He hurriedly notified the submerged fire shop, organized troops, and dragged pumps, fire sickles, and willow bows to fight the fire.

It's just that the autumn is high and the air is crisp, and when the fire rages together, almost all the houses on the west side of the Swallow Bridge have been wiped out.

Embers illuminate the faces of the people who are still in shock.

When the fire broke out, Zhu Guangli had already slept with his wife. Hearing about the fire, he hurriedly got up from the bed and put on his clothes cursingly.

"Don't sleep at night and set fires! I'm tired of work! Catch them all, and play fifty boards each!"

Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Pei threw a soft pillow and smashed it on the back of his head: "Shut up, it's so noisy, why don't you let me sleep!"

"Yes, ma'am." Zhu Guangli closed his mouth resentfully, opened the door gently and went out, then turned around and closed the door.

Then he hurried to the front hall, and met Ni Peng who was also in a hurry on the way.

"Master Ni," seeing Ni Peng, his hanging heart finally calmed down, "It's really troublesome, we must find the person who caused the fire, otherwise there is not so much money in the yamen to appease, you don't know, there is no such thing in Tanzhou. rich."

With such a small amount of money, he would not be rich if he wanted to fill his own pocket.

Ni Peng said: "Don't panic, Mr. Zhang, we don't need to intervene in this matter, Zhang Yanei and Prince Jin have already passed away."

Zhu Guangli stopped and looked at him: "What's going on?"

Ni Peng has already found out the whole story, starting from the fight with Du Lan and others, and started to talk about it in detail.

By the Swallow Bridge, Zhang Xutang arrived first, holding a fan, standing in the mess of ruins, both surprised and amazed.

Unexpectedly, a small fight could burn down half the street in the end.

Not to mention that he would meet King Jin at this time.

Before, he tried his best to meet King Jin and search for clues, but he failed. Now he has a conclusion in his mind, but King Jin appeared out of nowhere.

King Jin's carriage has arrived, and the curtain is drawn down, like a dragon rushing towards him, wearing a shirt and a treasure belt, with a dignified demeanor.

As he got closer, Zhang Xutang saw King Jin's eyes shining like stars, his face like beautiful jade, noble and graceful, he couldn't help thinking of King Yan in his heart, and secretly compared the two.

This comparison felt bad all of a sudden, and it would be better for King Jin to be buried as soon as possible, so everyone could feel at ease.

(End of this chapter)