Zhang Xuzhe was mixed in the crowd, following behind the carriage, and listening to gossip.

After returning home, he met Zhan Shizhao first.

Zhan Shizhao reported: "Second Master, the few people under Tianxing Pavilion were not found. When asked about yours, they all said they would disappear after turning their backs."

"Forget it," Zhang Xuzhang took a sip of tea. "Tomorrow, you should ask carefully about the Song family. Madam Song has been playing in the royal palace since she was a child. Compared with Xie Chuan, the weight should not be much different. There is a man named Huang Wenqiu who committed private tea, and it was the prince who the Song family asked for."

"yes."

Zhan Shizhao sent the person out, inquired for two days, and came back and said to Zhang Xuzhi: "I just came to Tanzhou, and Madam Song and Prince Jin were still close. Later, Madam Song grew up and Madam Song was widowed again, so there was not much contact. When did you talk about private tea, Madam Song also looked for Xie Chuan."

Zhang Xuting nodded.

An orphan and widowed mother leaning on grass and hiding trees can only be tightly tied to prevent people from taking advantage of the situation.

But he always felt something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Zhan Shizhao continued: "Xie Chuan's wife is very caring for the Song family's mother and daughter outside."

Zhang Xuzang held the folding fan and knocked the eyebrows with the fan bone, and asked in detail: "Did there be any reactions to Mrs. Song's marriage?"

"Nothing happened in the royal palace."

Zhang Xuzhang closed his eyes, scraped his stomach and thought about it, but still couldn't figure out where the thorn in his heart came from.

Perhaps it is because I have forgotten the most critical sentence, a paragraph of text, a person, as long as he can remember it, the clouds and fog can be dissipated.

After thinking for a while, he opened his eyes and put this aside in advance.

Things in the world are often like this, but you need a little bit of emotion. If you don’t have time at this time, you will naturally have a time to come.

"Where is the Song family living, I'll go and have a while."

Zhan Shizhao said: "Hengyu Street, but they are not in the city at the moment. They said that they went to Meishan County the next day we came to Tanzhou."

Zhang Xuzhang opened the fan and shook it: "I decided to go out after the marriage. Could it be that I want to pay homage to the deceased in Meishan County during the Mid-Autumn Festival? Go and ask where they spent the Mid-Autumn Festival in previous years."

Zhan Shizhao had already found out clearly: "This is the first time this year."

Zhang Xuzing sneered: "We all treat me like a snake or a scorpion."

It is really annoying that people who are irrelevant are flocking to each other, but they cannot find any of them.

Zhan Shizhao said: "Mrs. Song should have kept Song Qi's death in mind. Not only did she stay away from King Jin, but she also avoided us when we entered the city. I think the Song family can be separated."

Although Zhang Xuzhi nodded, his expression was still solemn. He looked through a few tabloids at hand, stood up and said, "Let me find someone to watch me. If they intend to leave Tanzhou, they will kill them directly."

"yes."

"I'll wake up the gods." Zhang Xuchu left the study and went straight to the backyard.

The backyard was brightly lit, full of colorful embroidery and flowers were inserted. The friends had already returned home, and the orchestras were clamoring together, which was very noisy.

Zhang Xuzing picked a thousand strands of yellow chrysanthemum and inserted it on the edge of the head, and walked in with a laugh.

The night went on until the fifth day of the morning. The counties outside the city watched the moon at home and also slapped the morning.

The next day, just dawn, Yinxiao got up, put two baskets of bamboo sticks, and carried a high-shoulder load to the intersection to sell.

Meishan County is mostly steep and mountain roads are difficult to walk on. Last night, many people who visited relatives stayed in the county town. Today, they must leave the city. He only sat at the intersection below Zhuangzi to start a business.

He has sold all the entertainment items that Song Huiyue has made for three days. Today, he will sell the rest for another two or three days.

There is only one family outside the village. The Song family's village always asks them to clean up and give them all the food they produce.

Yin Xiao found a stone and sat down, and slowly sharpened a thick piece of bamboo with a hatchet.

A seven or eight-year-old boy flashed out of the house. He ran to Yin Xiao for a moment and asked, "Brother Yin Xiao, what are you doing?"

"slingshot."

The little boy said "Oh", looked for a moment, and said again: "It looks like a big bow from Niu Zhanghou's house."

The slingshot made by Yin Xiao is also a bamboo rewind, but it is equipped with double strings. The string is made of silk-woven bullet grooves, and three mud balls can be filled.

The little boy looked at it very seriously and suddenly said, "Do you go in and have tea?"

"Don't go."

"oh."

The little boy simply squatted beside him, looked at it with relish, and completely forgot that someone at home was eager to see him.

The little lady in the room was wearing new clothes and flowers. She sat in front of the window, but her eyes and soul were leaping out, all the way to Yinxiao's body.

Gradually, she became obsessed with watching it.

She was only fourteen years old, and she was busy all day long with her legs swaying, feeding pigs and chickens to farm and weed. She was born with a wild spirit. Now Yin Xiao is here, she brought Yin Xiao two teas, bringing infinite feelings.

She touched her face, not fair, and her hands were not delicate, and she realized that something was wrong, so she began to learn from the lady in the boudoir, and she would not step outside the door.

Her little thoughts can't be hidden from her own mother.

The woman looked at her daughter in a mess and wanted to discipline her, but she didn't know where to start - Yin Xiao never said a word to her girl from beginning to end.

You can't blame him for giving birth to such a good life.

He sat on the stone, with long and strong body, sword-browed eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and grass leaves all over the ground became swords, surrounding him in the middle.

The heavier and majestic the mountain, the quieter his face became, and the woman herself was almost fascinated by it.

It can be seen that it is not my daughter’s fault. Who doesn’t like to watch this? It doesn’t cost money.

Yinxiao sold bamboo here for a long time? Two cents each, and sold it from sun to noon.

In just half a day, the young lady inside had already invited him to have tea twice with shame.

Yin Xiao returned to the village thoughtfully. On the next day, he carried a load full of money and walked to the county town in one breath, and put it on and sold it cleanly.

After selling it back, he also walked around the road, slept steadily from the small road beside the mountain, and returned to the village.

When Song Huiyue saw him, she asked, "Where did you sell it?"

Yinxiao lowered his head and fiddled with the shoulder pole: "County."

"What are you doing when you run so far?"

“Sell quickly.”

Song Huiyue couldn't see his face and smiled and said, "Don't be shy, I already know. Aunt Li came to find my grandmother today, and my grandmother asked me to ask you what you mean."

Yin Xiao looked up, his eyes were clean and his expression was very open: "What do you think?"

Song Huiyue said: "I don't think it's suitable."

A hint of joy flashed in Yinxiao's eyes, and Song Huiyue said again: "You are two years younger than me, as old as Qinghui, but if you like it, you can settle it first."

The light in Yinxiao's eyes quickly dimmed, and he turned into a stalemate of the eight winds, a few years older out of thin air.

He replied coldly to Song Huiyue: "I don't like it."
Chapter completed!