win the hairpin

Chapter 452
The small door of Zhuxi Zhai, in order to imitate Tanzhou, uses a bamboo door, which has become extremely fragile after the dry and cold weather of Kyoto. When Xie Zhou squeezed out, the door frame suddenly snapped twice, and a sharp point appeared. Hooked up one of his new clothes.

Song Huiyue followed behind him cautiously, thankful that she was narrow enough to squeeze out smoothly.

Xie Zhou pinched his clothes and hung his head in despair: "Your sister-in-law is going to beat me up again."

A terrible voice came from Zhuxizhai again: "Xie Ba! Xie Gou Ba! Don't let this old man touch you, or you won't be able to keep your mouth!"

After that, there were a few "Jie Jie" laughter, which was evil enough.

Xie Zhou didn't bother with his clothes immediately, and ran away pulling Song Huiyue, feeling that it was not safe to run anywhere, so he ran all the way into King Jin's study room, and as soon as the servant opened the door, he pulled Song Huiyue to roll and crawl Go in, nestled on the chair unable to move: "This Wu Yeming is scary."

He gestured to Song Huiyue about the length: "The needle is so long, believe it or not, he can stab me to death in one go, as long as he wants."

The length of his gestures is much longer than that of King Jin.

A small servant came in from outside the door, holding a basket of silver charcoal and silver chopsticks in his hand, Xie Zhou took it in his hand: "I'll come, pour tea, I want a bowl of salted tea."

The servant hurriedly withdrew to do it.

Xie Zhou opened the lid of the copper brazier, and gently pushed aside the fire with silver chopsticks. There was red charcoal piled inside, and he added a lot of silver charcoal lightly, and covered the copper lid: "When the tea comes, I will tell you about Wu Yeming's tea." It’s the old guy who gave Qinghui the needle.”

Before the salted tea arrived, King Jin had already arrived.

King Jin usually lives in the palace and already feels cold and lonely. Now that Song Huiyue has come, he finds that it is not because the palace is cold, but because he cannot leave Song Huiyue. Any place without Song Huiyue is deserted. Where there is Song Huiyue, even Xie Zhou's mouth becomes lively.

"My lord." Xie Zhou stood up quickly, not mentioning the old things for the time being, Song Huiyue also stood up, smiled and wanted to salute with Xie Zhou, King Jin strode forward and gave Song Huiyue a hand.

"Don't be too polite at home." King Jin sat down on the main seat, "Sit, Huang Ting, breakfast is served here."

Then he looked at Xie Zhou: "Xiaoba, have you eaten?"

Xie Zhou sat down around the table very impolitely, pretending not to understand what King Jin said: "No, when I went out, I drank some hot tea."

He looked at Song Huiyue: "Sister Yue, we haven't had dinner together for a long time, brother treats you well today."

King Jin slandered: "Borrow my flowers and present this Buddha, you are quite justified."

The breakfast was laid out very quickly, after Huang set it up, Huang Ting led the servants back one by one, and stood guard outside the door by himself.

The breakfast on the table is not big, but there are many varieties, and the table is full.

Song Huiyue got an appetite when she saw the fermented glutinous rice for eggs. Before she could move, King Jin got up to scoop up a bowl. Let you do it."

King Jin watched with cold eyes as Xie Zhou put the glutinous glutinous rice bowl in front of Song Huiyue with empty hands: "Sister Yue, I know you like this, don't you have it in Dingzhou? Haven't eaten it for a long time, eat it quickly, When it’s cold, it smells like alcohol.”

Song Huiyue took it in her hand: "Thank you myna."

"Brother Zhou," Xie Zhou smiled, seeing King Jin stretching his hand towards the thin roll, he immediately picked one up and put it on the plate in front of Song Huiyue, "Shanhaidou, the bamboo shoots inside are all fresh, you love bamboo shoots ,Eat more."

As he spoke, he secretly smiled as he watched King Jin gradually turn blue, with a face that dared to be angry and dare not speak.

Finally, he paid back some of the grievances he suffered in front of King Jin.

He stopped his movements in a measured manner, and ate his own wonton with a bowl in his hands.

King Jin's flowers were all presented by Xie Zhou, and he was so angry that he wanted to peel off Xie Zhou's skin, but it didn't show anything on the surface, so Song Huiyue tried everything, and brought a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and ate it slowly .

Song Huiyue ate half a bowl of fermented glutinous rice, and asked Xie Zhou: "Brother Zhou, why is this doctor willing to come out with you?"

Xie Zhou put down the bowl, and said mysteriously, "Do you know why he refused to go to the doctor?"

Song Huiyue thought for a while: "Are you old?"

"He is old, but his spirit is hale and hearty, and he will grow stronger when he grows up." Xie Zhou chuckled, "He is still an old shameless thing."

He lowered his voice: "He likes young and beautiful girls all night..."

"Cough!" King Jin cleared his throat.

Xie Zhou immediately changed his words: "Talking about the world all night long, I feel that I don't have much time left. Visiting the doctor is a waste of his time. Others think he is highly respected."

He heyed twice, very proudly: "I followed him for several days, climbed windows and climbed walls, and finally caught him. The second article made him appear in the tabloids. His name is Wu Yeming, so I wrote Wu Hua was dark and wrote eloquently for three days, but he couldn't hold back and came to me by himself."

"No wonder he hates you so much," Song Huiyue said with a smile, "If you write it like this, he will almost lose his life."

Xie Zhou nodded: "Exactly."

He also said that the old doctor was very vengeful, and he tried to give him an injection many times along the way, but let him avoid it.

Although the old doctor is an old and shameless person, he is indeed worthy of his reputation as the "Xinglin Sacred Hand". On the day he saw Song Qinghui, he laid out a row of long needles, and carefully stretched them on Song Qinghui's head, stabbing endlessly.

Dr. Zu watched his acupuncture skills, secretly praised him, and even had a few drinks with Mr. Wu.

After talking about the old doctor, Xie Zhou sighed, "How long has it been since we ate together?"

Song Huiyue said: "It's been two years."

King Jin handed Song Huiyue a scallion pancake: "Two years and five months."

Xie Zhou didn't talk anymore, but ate fried ghosts one after another, and got up quietly, went out and asked Huang Ting to eat steamed rolls dipped in honey.

King Jin didn't care about Xie Zhou's coming and going, and silently carried the food to Song Huiyue. He picked up a bowl of fish and rice noodles, stirred it up, and then brought it to Song Huiyue.

"Try it all." He looked at Song Huiyue obsessively, knowing that he would not get a response, and never despaired, "I added a cook from Tanzhou, you should like it."

The fish and rice dumplings were still hot, Song Huiyue took a sip and said, "I like it, it really tastes like Tanzhou."

She ate half a bowl, waved her hand and said: "I'm full, I don't know if the doctor has finished the injection, I want to see Qinghui."

King Jin stood up: "I will go with you."

At this time, it was not yet five o'clock, and the sky was still dark, but the lights of the palace were turned on one by one, illuminating every road.

King Jin's shadow and Song Huiyue's shadow were both stretched on the ground, Song Huiyue suddenly said: "My lord, you are much more emaciated than before."

King Jin was taken aback, and smiled wryly, "Yes."

After Dingzhou won the battle, he became more and more proud today, thinking that he was holy and innocent, and wanted to be arbitrary in the court, but he didn't have the ability. Really haggard.

Coupled with the fact that he was a bitch, he became even more fragile.

(End of this chapter)