"No," Mrs. Song shook her head, "Your marriage is very important, and the betrothal gift and betrothal gift have not been paid. I have to keep an eye on it."
"Let's come back when the betrothal gift and betrothal gift are given," Song Huiyue reassured Mrs. Song, "You ordered the dowry two years ago. There is only more but not less. Anyway, there is still time. The city is in chaos.
I'm afraid of going out and causing trouble."
Mrs. Song was also afraid of attracting attention at this juncture, so she was very moved. After thinking about it again and again, she made up her mind: "Okay, I'll leave Lao Lin and his wife to look after the house."
So the family split up to pack their things.
Before leaving, Song Huiyue asked Yinxiao to quietly say something to Xie Zhou.
Their family is just a small fish in Tanzhou City. No matter where they swim, they are inconspicuous. All eyes are focused on Zhang Xutang.
As expected, Zhang Xutang went to Yuelu Academy. He was scolded every day when he went to school and slept. After school, he went to Yue Huaiyu's maternal grandfather's house to ask for help. He stayed up late at night and read, very diligently.
Everyone said that Zhang Yanei was going to be a prodigal son.
Everyone in the Fu family was happy for Yue Huaiyu. The two families were already well matched, but now Zhang Yanei has changed his ways and is impeccable.
Yue Huaiyu's nanny said a lot of good things about Zhang Xutang. Yue Huaiyu listened with a smile and asked her nanny and the maids to blow the lamp to sleep. She lay on the bed and stared at the bed curtain and sneered.
When she and Zhang Xutang came to Tanzhou, they were just putting on a show for the man on the throne.
Their youngest children were enemies and fell in love with each other, all to cover up the fact that the Zhang family wanted to deal with King Jin.
In fact, I love it!
All to serve as a stepping stone for King Yan!
She's really had enough.
The eldest sister married a King of Yan, and even before she became the Crown Princess, she was already aloof. When the sisters in the family paid homage to her, she did not talk about the relationship between sisters, but talked about monarchs and ministers, their virtues, and their duties. Those who didn’t know thought that she was about to become a mother and honor the world.
Fangtong has a long history.
She was not optimistic about King Yan.
He is not the direct descendant, nor is he the eldest son, and his name is not justified. Now it is difficult to find Lu Hong to build momentum for his entry into the East Palace, and to silence everyone in Youyou.
She also didn't want to marry Zhang Xutang. Every day she would either kowtow to Concubine Zhang or kowtow to her eldest sister, and she would never feel at ease for the rest of her life.
"Smells!"
The maid who was laying the floor outside quickly got up, held a lamp and went to Yue Huaiyu's bed: "What are your orders, Madam?"
"Did Mrs. Song say when she would be back?"
"No, but she won't stay for long. Her marriage is coming soon."
"I know, let me know when she comes back."
She still wanted to see King Jin, this time not to find out about King Jin's status, but to see if she could secretly place a bet.
She disliked Zhang Xutang, and Zhang Xutang didn't want to see her. He didn't have any charm, and his airs were as big as the sky. Even if he and Yue Huaiyu were locked up in the same room for three to five days, he wouldn't look at her twice.
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You still have to take a look, she is not ugly after all.
The Zhou family's plaque has been replaced with the surname Zhang. The study room in the front yard is brightly lit, and the young man's figure is reflected on the bright paper, holding a scroll and reading it carefully. However, there is only one lamp lit in the backyard and there is no sound.
At first glance, it looks deserted, but as soon as you open the door and walk in, it's very lively inside.
The banquet was very rich. Six young men were seated. Zhang Xutang sat at the head of the table, surrounded by three or four prostitutes who were both good at sex and art. Next to him sat a girl with a pipa in her arms. She did not play, but only played lightly.
With red lips, she whispers and sings softly, and her singing voice is better than that of a wandering oriole.
Zhang Xutang's hands were spread across the pile of clothes, groping up and down, already half or six points drunk.
After drinking for another three rounds, Zhang Xutang said with a smile: "They say the women in Tanzhou City are strong, but I can't see it. They look like they are made of water."
Everyone present here is the son of a nobleman in Kyoto, and lived in Yuelu Academy with Zhang Xutang. When he heard what he said, they all laughed.
"Brother, what you said means that all the girls in the hook bar were beaten to death if they were violent."
"That's right, it's the women from the back house who are fierce."
A girl enthusiastically persuaded her to drink, and Zhang Xutang started to drink and asked her: "Who is the most famous spicy household in Tanzhou City? I will go and meet you for a while."
Sister smiled and said: "Things like this will not be known to hardworking people like us. Are you afraid that you won't be able to meet whoever you want to meet?"
Zhang Xutang asked the girl who sang the song again: "You are a good singer. You must often go in and out of the prince's mansion. Can you tell me who has the strongest temper? How many interpretive flowers are there in the prince's backyard?"
"You lift me up so that I can show my shame in front of you." The singer said, "I don't know which way the door of the palace opens. I only know that Prince Jin has a group of idlers who spend their days either farming or hunting."
As for the woman in the back house, she kept silent.
They are already so despicable as to be in the mud, so why bother making fun of girls from other good families?
A young man laughed and scolded: "Are you talking about Prince Jin or some old farmer?"
The girl who was pouring the wine interrupted: "He's still planting rice in the fields."
Everyone became excited: "Tell me what King Jin usually does?"
Several sisters heard rumors and described the King of Jin in different ways. Zhang Xutang yawned when he heard this, stood up and said, "I'm going to read for a while."
The others burst into laughter as they watched Zhang Xutang go to the study room in front, and soon came out and read loudly.
The sound of reading only lasted for a moment, then stopped, and there was no more movement.
Everyone burst into laughter again: "I must have fallen asleep."
In the study, Zhang Xutang was reading a tabloid from Tanzhou Prefecture with bright eyes.
On the entire Jinghu South Road, the files have been reviewed by the Department of Punishment and Prisons, and the wealth and wealth have been interrogated by the Department of Transportation. In the ten years since King Jin arrived here, they have been turned to pieces.
He didn't even need to look at the flaws that couldn't even be found in the plan.
On the contrary, the tabloids published by the Tanzhou Fu Bookstore are more worthy of a closer look.
The tabloids piled up like a mountain, and Zhan Shizhao, the butler he brought with him, was dazzled by them. He felt that the small words on them came to life and crawled around like ants. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he rubbed his eyes and took a breath.
Zhan Shizhao was actually Zhang Rui's shogunate. He came here to serve Zhang Xutang wholeheartedly.
"It's all useless." Zhang Xutang threw away the tabloid and wiped his eyes hard twice.
"Second Master, look at this," Zhan Shizhao took out a list, "These are all people who are related to the King of Jin in Tanzhou."
Zhang Xutang took it in his hand and looked at the names one by one. His eyes finally fell on the person who went out to the capital with King Jin.
"Huang Ting is so loyal. What kind of kindness does the Pei family have to him? And Xie Chuan, even his son was brought in."
After saying that, his finger fell on the word "Song": "How pitiful."
Although he said he was pitiful, there was no trace of pity on his face.
He looked at Zhan Shizhao: "Who should we choose?"
Zhan Shizhao had obviously considered it carefully and said without hesitation: "Xie Chuan."
"Xie Chuan?" Zhang Xutang squeezed these two words out from between his teeth, chewed them back and forth, and wiped them clean.
To kill King Jin quietly and find a scapegoat, Xie Chuan seems to be the unique candidate.