win the hairpin

Chapter 493 The Beginning

Song Huiyue stood under the bright lights, wearing lotus-colored clothes, holding a large bunch of lotus leaves in her arms, with a few flower buds mixed in the lotus leaves, and she was concentrating on looking at Huang Pang in the vendor's hand.

Li Jun also had lotus leaves in his hands, with one on his head, his lips opened and closed, as if he was talking, but Song Huiyue stood still, still looking at Huang Pang.

King Jin turned to Yin Xiao and said, "Can I go now?"

Yin Xiao nodded and did not stop him, but went forward with him. When the two approached Song Huiyue, Li Jun quickly realized that after seeing the two of them, he didn't say much, and Song Huiyue was still looking at the hawker Pinch yellow fat.

"Huiyue?" King Jin stepped forward and patted Song Huiyue's arm lightly.

Song Huiyue was taken aback, turned her head and saw that it was King Jin, and breathed a sigh of relief with her arms around the lotus leaf, and seeing Yin Xiao was there, she smiled and said, "Why did you two get together?"

While laughing, she freed up a hand and took a smeared Huang Pang: "I want this."

Li Jun freed one hand, grabbed a handful of copper coins and paid for it: "Just this one, we really can't take it anymore."

"I'll get it for you." King Jin reached out to pick up the lotus leaf in Song Huiyue's hand.

Song Huiyue quickly let go of her hands: "Okay, you can help me get half of it."

When the lotus leaves were not picked up, it didn't look like there were too many lotus leaves, but when the two of them changed hands, the lotus leaves spread apart in an instant, turning into a huge handful and scattered all over the ground.

Jin Wang quickly bent down to pick it up, and couldn't help laughing while picking it up: "Where did you two get so many lotus leaves?"

"Beiwa picked it up and took it back to make lotus leaf rice."

Li Jun looked at King Jin and Song Huiyue picking up lotus leaves all over the ground, touching hands and heads, and then looked at Yin Xiao, standing there stupidly, and suddenly felt a sense of hopelessness.

"Xiao, I have more than her, please help me get some."

Yin Xiao stretched out her long arms, and took most of the lotus leaves from Li Jun's hand, not even falling on the ground.

Li Jun's hand that was about to throw the lotus leaves on the ground could only be withdrawn silently—forget it, you can't teach a child.

Soon, King Jin and Song Huiyue picked up all the lotus leaves and hugged each other half. Song Huiyue asked again: "Why are you two staying together?"

Yin Xiao replied: "Let me take the prince back to the palace today."

Song Huiyue looked at Li Jun: "Father and son love each other deeply."

Li Jun nodded: "Father is kind and son is filial."

King Jin smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Today you are also making fun of me."

Song Huiyue turned her head and glanced at Huang Ting and the guards: "Why don't you take the carriage? Could it be that you are hanging out with Yin Xiao?"

"I drank too much, and I felt like throwing up in the carriage, so I came out for a walk. Yin Xiaosan couldn't make a fart with his stick. Wouldn't I suffocate myself to death if I relax with him?"

Yin Xiao pouted, cursing inwardly, "You fart a lot."

Li Jun interrupted: "My lord, you'd better go back to the palace and drink a bowl of hangover soup, or you will have a headache tomorrow."

Jin Wang walked forward in the fragrance of lotus leaves, reluctant to leave Song Huiyue for half a step: "I have already drank it in the palace."

He is willing to go on this road for a long time, but unfortunately the road is not long, and he will arrive soon.

Song Huiyue didn't take the lotus leaves that King Jin handed over: "Take it back and try something new, I picked the good ones."

King Jin withdrew his hand, and hugged him lovingly: "Okay."

"Will you be staying at the palace tomorrow night?"

"I don't know, but I have to leave the palace today and the next day, and the palace is busy, so I'm afraid there is no time to keep me."

"It's fine if you're not here." After Song Huiyue finished speaking, she smiled at King Jin, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

This time King Jin went back to the palace with peace of mind. He sat in the carriage and held the piece of early summer in his arms. He felt more and more the loveliness and preciousness of Song Huiyue—a few lotus leaves in her hands Can give birth to countless vitality and excitement.

Bowing his head and kissing the lotus leaf, he opened the curtain and looked at Yin Xiao.

Yin Xiao is no different, but he is sure that there will be changes in the palace tomorrow night.

The night in early summer is quiet and long, and as the night passes, the heat slowly rises from the ground, urging people to get up.

Crowds of people on the street come and go, rubbing shoulders, pots of water with rouge and powder poured out from the Linghua window and the back corner door, making the whole road smell fragrant, oil cakes, cooking cakes, fried ghosts, The big meat buns are also scrambling to give off a tempting smell, and the shouts of the hawkers are louder, suppressing the sound of wheels and horseshoes.

Ma Dangdang, an imperial guard, stood on the street and bought a drawer of big steamed buns, and gave them to Li Changfeng: "Brother, help me, you will be my one night today."

Li Changfeng took the steamed stuffed bun: "Will you see the oiran again?"

Ma Dangdang quickly waved his hand: "Where is the spare money, my mother is not well these two days, I'm afraid."

Li Changfeng immediately said: "I will do it for you, and I will do it for you tomorrow, so you can spend good time with your old lady."

Ma Dangdang thanked him with a smile, went to the pharmacy again, bought a young ginseng, and walked home with it.

Opening the door, he smelled an unusual smell immediately before he called his mother.

Bloody smell.

He frowned, and immediately became vigilant, stuffed the ginseng into his arms, drew out the long knife, and walked in step by step until he reached the door of the main room: "Mother?"

There was no movement in the room, Ma Dangdang clenched the handle of the knife again, stepped forward, raised his leg and kicked open the door, and took a quick look at the situation in the room.

There was no abnormality, the tables, chairs and benches were all in their original positions, and his old lady was lying on the bed, motionless.

"Mother!" He hurriedly stepped into the door and went straight to the bed, wanting to see how the old lady was doing, but when he got to the bed, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and killed him neatly to the ground.

The murderer quickly covered Ma Dangdang's neck with a veil to prevent the blood from spilling everywhere, which was difficult to clean up. Then he carried the body to the bed and put it together with the old man's body.

After cleaning up the blood again, he dug out the armor, pockets, belts, boots, and badges that Ma Dangdang wore in the imperial army from the cage, and put them on all by himself—they were similar in shape, and the clothes fit them well.

The best thing to use is the pocket.

There is a neck protector on the douhou, which covers both sides of the face and the chin. In addition to the shadow pressed down above the douhou, very little is exposed outside.

If you don't speak, you won't reveal your secrets.

The murderer became a horse, quietly waiting here to change defenses.

All this happened silently, without attracting anyone's attention, not even the neighbors were disturbed.

However, this scene did not only happen in Ma Dang's home, most of the people who entered the palace tonight were killed.

As soon as You Shi arrived, many forbidden soldiers rushed to the gate of the palace. Su Ting took the roster with him, and marked the roster with a stern expression.

He wasn't supposed to do this matter, but he took over the matter in the name of checking.

"Ma Dangdang" handed over the token, and Su Ting checked it in his hand, ticked a mark on the roster, and waved for people to enter.

One by one, the fake imperial guards walked in, while walking, paying attention to the road under their feet - they had never entered the palace, and all they knew came from the atlas, so they had to be careful not to make mistakes.

Tonight, half of the 1000 people guarding the gates of the palace have become private soldiers supported by the Zhang family.

(End of this chapter)