Song Huiyue, who claimed that her hands were very shaky, stopped her hand firmly after Zhang Xutang made a sound. The blade of the blade had already been embedded in Zhang Xutang's flesh. If he moved forward even an inch, he would definitely die.
She chuckled softly: "Zhang Yanei, congratulations on saving your life. Now you know that I am not afraid of death. You should do as I say."
Zhang Xutang gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Lin: "What are you doing standing here? Hurry up and catch the carriage!"
Zhang Lin was so frightened that his legs were weak. At this moment, he came to his senses under Zhang Xutang's roar, reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and ran wildly to catch the carriage.
Song Huiyue added: "It shouldn't be difficult to borrow a few more sets of guard clothes."
Zhang Xutang's eyes were so angry that they were about to burst, and he stared at Xiao Wei: "Go!"
Xiaowei also hurriedly went to do it.
The carriage stopped outside the corner gate, and the clothes for the guards were also sent over. Xiao Wei was careful in his work and brought just a lot of clothes. Not only did everyone have a share, but they were also able to choose from.
He was attentive, and so was You Song. Seeing the four forbidden soldiers getting in the way, he whispered a few words to Yin Xiao and the three soldiers around him.
After everyone changed their clothes, Song Huiyue carried Zhang Xutang and walked forward: "Yameni will accompany me for another walk."
Zhang Xutang had no choice but to get into the carriage under her hostage. In order to prevent Song Huiyue from killing someone, everyone in the Zhang family stood around the carriage and wanted to follow the carriage.
You Song took the riding whip from Zhang Lin and drove the carriage himself. Du Lan and others dropped their ordinary weapons, fell behind the carriage, and stood together with the Zhang family guards.
It was dark, and they were one.
However, Yin Xiao still blocked the four forbidden troops with a gun, and three personal soldiers also stayed behind. After the carriage swayed away, the four of them took action without hesitation, solving the four obstacles and leaving their bodies.
At the Zhang family.
After getting rid of the imperial army, the four of them caught up with the carriage. Three soldiers silently followed the four leaders, while Yin Xiao jumped onto the carriage and got into the carriage.
When Lao Wei saw Yin Xiao entering the carriage, his heart tightened and he immediately wanted to follow him.
With a "pop" sound, the riding crop in You Song's hand swung in mid-air, blocking Lao Wei's way: "Brother, your life in the office is safe, but if you go in, it will be difficult. Our eldest lady is doing things, and even I can't."
I don’t know what she will do.”
Lao Wei frowned and walked to the side of the carriage without moving again.
He knew what You Song said was true. As long as Song Huiyue was not stupid, Zhang Xutang would not have died in the carriage.
But he also knew that Song Huiyue's mind was always a little different from ordinary people's. If he stepped forward rashly, she might really do something.
In the carriage, Zhang Xutang, Song Huiyue, and their knives were already integrated into one body, regardless of each other. After Yin Xiao entered, he took the knife from Song Huiyue's hand and maintained her movements like her shadow.
Song Huiyue got out and pulled out from under the seat a small incense burner with plum green three ears and a small pagoda-shaped incense burner inside.
This incense is a Buddhist incense used to worship Buddha. The large pagoda incense bucket can be as tall as a person. Several strands of incense are accumulated in an incense bucket. When lit, it becomes smoky to show piety, which is enough to make people feel that the Buddha has descended to earth.
, I am also flying in the clouds and mist, and I am about to go west.
The fighting fragrance in Zhang Xutang's carriage is much more delicate.
Song Huiyue took out the fire sticks, lit all the five pagoda incense sticks, and piled them in the small incense burner. The carriage was suddenly enveloped in white smoke. The strong smell of sandalwood not only covered up the smell of blood in the carriage, but also covered the road he walked.
There is a lingering fragrance.
The carriage was driving neither too fast nor too slowly, and it was heading towards the Great Xiangguo Temple.
Several incense were put on the table, and Zhang Xutang almost suffocated. Song Huiyue sneezed three times unceremoniously, rubbed her nose, found the incense burner lid and closed it.
The white smoke no longer pounces out like a ferocious beast, but turns into wisps of white threads, scrambling to get out.
Zhang Xutang calmed down in the aroma and became the man again with a dark river flowing in his belly.
He looked at Song Huiyue who was rummaging through boxes and cabinets. He didn't move his neck and only moved his mouth: "Song Huiyue, the knife doesn't have to be placed in just this place."
"Well," Song Huiyue found the white muslin, sat back, and signaled Yin Xiao to poke his lower back, tear the muslin into strips, and bandage Zhang Xutang, "I'm so good to you."
Zhang Xutang sneered: "Then you'd better be nice to King Jin, so that I can reap the benefits."
Song Huiyue wrapped the fine cloth around his neck. After hearing this, she tightened the fine cloth "slightly".
Zhang Xutang immediately couldn't breathe, and his face turned into a purple eggplant within a few breaths.
He could only squeeze out a few words from his throat: "Don't talk about him."
Only then did the white fine cloth loosen up, and Song Huiyue said lightly: "I hope the prince can live a long life."
Zhang Xutang gasped and did not answer. After a moment, he said again: "Xin, where did you find it?"
Song Huiyue tied a high collar around him: "Swim bladder glue."
"Swim bladder glue?" Zhang Xutang was surprised, "King Chen actually hid something in the swim bladder glue? It's hard for him to hide it in, and it's hard for you to find it."
I'm afraid Li Jun didn't expect that his father had such fantastic ideas.
Thinking of Li Jun, Zhang Xutang suddenly smiled: "Do you know that it was me who forced you into Taihang County?"
From the time Song Huiyue and the King of Jin went out to hunt in the city, everything was planned by Zhang Xutang.
He knew that as long as the King of Jin stayed in Kyoto, he would find out about Li Jun sooner or later. It happened that the whereabouts of this letter had become a mystery. He also wanted to know, so he simply borrowed Song Huiyue's hand to check it out.
Chasing Li Jun was also part of his plan.
He calculated that the King of Jin would take action on Tianning Festival, and that Song Huiyue would appear. He even found out in advance the location of Li Changfeng, the imperial army that day, and went to see Bao Lao Society at Zhouqiao on the pretext that Li Ran Peng's tour was boring.
As soon as Li Changfeng noticed something strange in the Zhang family, he could return to the Zhang family with Li Changfeng as quickly as possible to surround Song Huiyue.
If Song Huiyue is unlucky and fails to find the letter, he can only continue to regret it. If Song Huiyue finds the letter, his dead soldiers can take it away under the eyes of the imperial army.
No matter how you calculate it, he will not lose.
However, what I didn't expect was that the scene would get out of control because of Yin Xiao.
Thinking of Yin Xiao, he wanted to turn his head and take a look, but he couldn't control his head.
You can't scare the snake away, he thought.
Song Huiyue tied a knot in the fine cloth: "I know."
Zhang Xutang made the damn knot tremble again. It hurt too much before, but now it doesn't hurt much. Maybe it's so painful that it's numb.
He stared at Song Huiyue: "You have to hide your things, otherwise I will take them away."
Song Huiyue ignored him, took out the flat letter from her arms, stuffed it into the sole of her shoe, took off her soapy brown shorts, revealing the white shirt underneath, and let her hair down.
At this time, the carriage had already been stopped.
The carriage stopped, and Song Huiyue threw herself into Zhang Xutang's arms expressionlessly. The warm and fragrant soft jade was in her arms. Zhang Xutang did not feel any charm, but felt Song Huiyue's clothes and the bones under her skin.
Too hard and easy to break.
Song Huiyue's head rested on his chin, her hair scattered into a dark cloud, made of bath beans scented with chrysanthemum leaves and osmanthus stamens, with a very light aroma.
The fragrance was not as overbearing as the pagoda fragrance, but it still penetrated his nose, making him feel that the fragrance would lead him to the abyss.
He reined in his horse and pulled himself back from the edge of the cliff. His mind was clear, but his heart was inexplicably on fire.