win the hairpin

Chapter 490 A crushing defeat

Zhang Xutang listened carefully, but did not hear any voice from the next door.

It was too quiet, as if the people inside didn't know how to speak and were silent.

Zhang Xutang withdrew his ears and said in a low voice, "It's boring."

Song Huiyue nodded, also thought it was boring, and suddenly raised her voice: "King Yan is the son of King Chen, right?"

The chair was firmly placed on the ground, but Zhang Xutang was shaking.

In a short while, the four walls of the pavilion suddenly closed up, down, left, and right, pressing down on Zhang Xutang. He was so pressed that he couldn't breathe, his eyes were blurred, and everything around him was so quiet that he heard the ding ding coming from the next door. There was a bang bang.

It seemed that the teacup fell to the ground, and there was a thunderous roar on the ground, which made Zhang Xutang's ears hurt and he was stunned.

How did she know?
At the same time, he also understood Song Huiyue's trap—to expose this secret in front of Jinshang, and then all his painstaking efforts would be in vain.

Without evidence, without his admission, or even with his mouth, Song Huiyue had a way to confirm all of this.

"It is because King Yan is the seed of King Chen that the Zhang family rebelled with King Chen at the height of the sun, and King Chen also nodded in agreement with no chance of winning. Burning his face makes sense, doesn't it?"

Song Huiyue's voice was sonorous and powerful enough for Jinshang to hear clearly and clearly.

Zhang Xutang only felt that Song Huiyue forcibly opened the Tianling cover, and everything hidden in his mind was thrown out bloody. His eyes turned black from the pain, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

A gloomy air climbed up from his heels, climbed up to the back of his spine, and penetrated into his heart.

He tried his best to answer: "No!"

After the two words, he gained a bit of strength and began to fight back: "It's a bunch of nonsense! King Yan is the second son!"

He was covered in cold sweat, knowing that he had screwed up, Song Huiyue was caught off guard.

Song Huiyue sneered: "Concubine Zhang Guifei is happy, but now she is lingering on the sick bed, and it is difficult to suffer from serious illness. The courtiers even think that the spring and autumn will not be depressed, so they have to make another plan. Where will I get the spare power to have a second son!"

"——The King of Yan is clearly a chess piece that the Zhang family was worried about Jinshang's death and being wiped out by the Empress Dowager Pei. Jinshang collapsed, Chen Wangli, Zhang Jiawen."

Song Huiyue's words were not too loud, but it sounded like thunder after another, from one pavilion to another.

Zhang Xutang opened his mouth, and the Zhang family began to shake violently in front of him.

The Zhang family, the Zhang family he tried his best to support, appeared cracks in the shaking, and the plaques and beams collapsed in his mind, pressing down on his chest and making him unable to breathe.

"F-fart," he said drowsily, "You and King Jin are the same breed, you, Duke Lu, King Jin, and Commander Lou, the four of you are grasshoppers on the same boat. You want to separate Jinshang and King Yan, so if you make such nonsense, Jinshang Shengming will definitely not be deceived by you."

Song Huiyue didn't argue, but said: "All you need is a portrait of King Chen. Whether King Yan's face looks like today's or like King Chen, you can tell at a glance. No matter how much you argue, it's useless."

Zhang Xutang was covered in cold sweat, dripping down heavily, covering his brows, eyes, nose, and mouth with sweat, making his complexion blue from holding back.

He wanted to stand up and escape from this boundless darkness trap, but his legs didn't listen to him, and he stopped motionless.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Today, as long as you see King Yan's face again, you will think of King Chen. King Chen and King Yan are father and son, how can there be no similarities.

At this moment, he couldn't help shouting in his heart: "Buddha bless me, if I can get through this difficult time, I will copy scriptures in front of Buddha for three years!"

After shouting in his heart, he also knew that it was impossible to return to heaven, and there were no gods and Buddhas in this world who could help him.

This ray of his soul almost wandered out from his chest, trembling in his body, it took an unknown amount of time before he opened his eyes and his mind gradually became clear.

There were no oil lamps in the pavilion, and it was already in darkness at this moment. The diners downstairs gradually made noise, like a wave pouring into the ears, and there was no movement next door, and I don't know when I left.

Only Song Huiyue was still with him.

In the dim light, Song Huiyue was only left with a blurred outline, but without lights, he could "see" her face—she was admiring herself, but it was not enough.

"You won," he said, "King Yan and I separated, the great cause I supported was also wiped out, the Zhang family was torn apart, everything about me will be crushed by you, you can kill me."

He regarded death as home, and clenched his hands, willing to die under Song Huiyue's hands.

"I think so too." Song Huiyue's voice came faintly.

Then Song Huiyue in the chair stood up, moved her hands and feet, and took out a sharp knife from her waist.

The sharp knife gleamed coldly in the faint light, like the mouth of a hell Shura, ready to take away Zhang Xutang's soul at any time and take him to hell.

Zhang Xutang, who was in pain just now, suddenly felt a trace of fear.

However, it was too late, Song Huiyue had already approached, raised a sharp knife, and stabbed at him fiercely.

The blade brought a heavy wind sound, and then with a "buzz", it plunged into the arm of the chair.

Zhang Xutang closed his eyes tightly, his body trembled, his hands were limply hanging on his sides, and sweat dripped down his fingers to the ground.

He slowly opened his eyes, just in time to see Song Huiyue pull out the knife.

This knife didn't kill him, but it also made his soul go through the abyss of death, so he jumped up quickly, trying to escape from the chair, but Song Huiyue blocked the way.

He doesn't want to die.

It's just that the great cause cannot be accomplished, so why should he despair to the point of suicide!
He still has Zhang Xuling, Zhang Zihou, the Zhang family is without the idiot King Yan, but without the shackles, why worry about not being able to make a comeback in the future.

Song Huiyue pushed him back into the chair: "It's still time to light the lamp. I was too excited just now and my hands were shaking. This time I will definitely make your wish come true."

Zhang Xutang said with a trembling voice: "No, don't kill me. Xiaowei! Xiaowei!"

There was no response from outside.

The sharp knife was hanging on top of his head, and Song Huiyue's eyes were like two gemstones emitting a faint light in the darkness, facing him emotionlessly.

He had no choice but to shrink back into the chair again and again, trying to avoid Song Huiyue's gaze: "No, don't kill me."

Song Huiyue ignored it, raised the knife, and pointed it at Zhang Xutang again.

This time, she didn't stab down, because Zhang Xutang actually slipped from the chair, and the ground became a puddle of mud.

He reached out and grabbed Song Huiyue's feet, and in the midst of extreme fear, began to apologize incoherently: "I was wrong, I was guilty, don't kill me, I will give you an atonement."

"Don't want to die?" Song Huiyue frowned.

She raised her foot and stepped on Zhang Xutang's hand, almost crushing his bones. Zhang Xutang gritted his teeth enduring the pain, and nodded: "Yes, I don't want to die."

He still has hope.

(End of this chapter)