win the hairpin

Chapter 473 Bewitching people
King Yan's soul became the wine in the jug, and the jug was held in the hands of the drunk, dangling precariously, in danger of being spilled out of control at any time.

He restrained and restrained, barely letting himself lose his composure because of Li Jun's words.

The light in the foot shop was limited, and even in daytime, it was only diffused at the door. King Yan looked at Li Jun with his back to the light, his face was pitted and ugly, but he still smiled contentedly.

He hated Li Jun—how can you still laugh?
Li Jun not only laughed, but also had the leisure to eat peanuts. After eating a peanut, he sighed, "How many peanuts can I buy for 310 million taels?"

He lifted the jug, poured himself a glass of wine, and took a sip: "How much good wine can you drink for 310 million taels?"

Putting down his wine glass, he knocked on the table: "How many sets of this kind of camphor wood table can be sold for 310 million taels?"

King Yan gritted his teeth and said, "So what about 310 million taels? Could it be that His Majesty hates me because of this? Your Majesty is just warning me!"

Li Jun picked up his chopsticks and continued eating peanuts, and said in a low voice, "My lord, guess 310 million taels, is it enough to build several palaces today?"

The soul of Yan Wang in the jug was finally spilled by the drunk.

His expression and behavior are all out of control, his expression is scattered, crying is not crying, smiling is not laughing, his eyebrows and eyes are all twisted together, it seems to be fierce, but it is not, his hands and feet tremble uncontrollably .

In order to repair the palace today, he even injured King Jin.

The money obtained from selling green and white salt may not have time to provide disaster relief, and it may not have time to be turned into military pay and sent to the border, but it must not delay the repair of the palace today.

He was thinking about everything that might happen in his heart, trying to calm himself down, and said in a low voice: "It's nothing more than closing the door and contemplating the past like King Jin. No matter what happens today, he will not give up on me, because he has no choice but me."

He thought of the death of Empress Pei—the king of Jin would never dare to be crown prince today.

Li Jun smiled and said: "Confidence is a good thing, but too much self-confidence becomes conceited. You two sons are not the only ones this year."

"The third and the fourth?" King Yan sneered at the two county kings, "Two things that are useless."

"This year, this year is..." Li Jun's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, "41."

He put down his chopsticks, took a sip of wine to moisturize his throat: "He is in his prime, and he may live another 20 years. In 20 years, if he chooses two reliable teachers, he will naturally turn decay into magic."

Without waiting for King Yan to panic, he continued, "Do you think we have only one reason? Think about Zhang Xutang's collusion with the garrison, his killing, and once he dies, we promise to make the crimes he committed disappear in smoke, but he If we don’t die, we will tell each other one by one, and who will bear the consequences at that time?”

Li Jun approached King Yan and whispered in King Yan's ear, "It's you."

His words were like a small hammer, hitting King Yan's heart one after another.

King Yan knew that what Li Jun said was right—everything Zhang Xutang had done, once it was fully revealed, would come back to him.

His mind was shaken, and he couldn't help saying: "You can go to Daxiangguo Temple and kill him directly, he is not as well-prepared as you said."

"That's so boring," Li Jun drank a glass, "We want him to die in the midst of betrayal, my lord, the Zhang family doesn't have to be handed over to Zhang Xutang, doesn't he still have a big brother, Zhang Xuling?"

In his heart, King Yan agreed with Li Jun's statement.

Wealth, manpower, and plans have all been properly arranged. What Zhang Xutang is doing now is just waiting. Zhang Xuling can also do this kind of thing.

They can call Zhang Xuling back.

But he dared not.

Not only did he dare not, he even got up immediately, walked out of the foot shop, got into the carriage in one go, and ordered the servant to drive away quickly.

He wanted to leave Li Jun immediately, otherwise he was afraid that he would nod his head and agree - Li Jun's words were so bewitching that it was difficult for him to control his mind.

But he knew he shouldn't betray Zhang Xutang—only Zhang Xutang has the ability to turn the tide.

The coachman drove the carriage on the road, the farther away from Li Jun, the more relaxed King Yan was, he was no longer as distracted as before, and his mind slowly turned away.

The street was buzzing with people, and the young flower sellers were blooming on the street like the flowers. The idlers no longer wandered around, but followed behind the young women, blowing their cowhide playfully and smilingly.

King Yan opened a corner of the curtain to look, and saw Yin Xiao wearing an official robe, surrounded by four imperial guards, with a knife on his waist. The woman chooses flowers by her side, and the flower seller looks at the flowers and Yin Xiao, her face is more beautiful than the flowers.

Two other courageous little flower sellers also came over shyly, pushed their flower baskets forward, and let Yin Xiao choose.

The idle men did not dare to act presumptuously in front of the imperial guards, but they all took the opportunity to unscrupulously look at the beauty of the young girl when they watched from afar.

Under the background of this group of rogues, Yin Xiao stood out from the crowd, carefully picked out a few big and energetic flowers, gathered them together, handed over the money, gave a few instructions to the people accompanying him, and strode away Here - it's about going home to place flowers.

King Yan put down the curtain, and commanded the coachman with a solemn expression: "Go to Daxiangguo Temple."

Yin Xiao's every move stimulated him - Commander Lou is so young and heroic, and his every move is a hundred times better than Su Ting. If he had such an ally, would he still worry about King Jin's death?
Pity.

When he arrived at Daxiangguo Temple, Zhang Xutang had already returned to Zhang's house, so he turned around and went to Zhang's house again.

The Zhang family was deserted, and Zhang Xuzhang was "appreciating the flowers" in the backyard. Except for his nephew Zhang Zihou, none of the servants in the family could enter, and there were two strong men with handles by the door.

He came at the wrong time, and through the door of the backyard, he heard screams from inside.

The cry was not loud, just a broken whimper from the gagged mouth, but there was a feeling of extraordinarily hopeless pain, which made one's heart shudder.

King Yan paused and wanted to come back another day, but the man at the door had already opened the door and signaled King Yan to go in.

The thick and sticky smell of blood poured out from the opened door, King Yan immediately held his breath, walked in, and when he saw the situation in the backyard, he was almost out of his wits.

On the ground in the middle of the backyard was a man who looked like a tied blood gourd. A half-sized man stood expressionlessly, with a lifeless face and no waves in his eyes. Toss it to the dog nearby.

The dog was unusually excited, if it wasn't for Xiaowei holding him, it would have jumped into a pool of blood.

And Zhang Xuzhang was sitting in the grand teacher's chair, holding Zhang Zihou, who was also ashen-faced, and let Zhang Zihou stare intently at the torture.

(End of this chapter)