One hundred and forty-two: Crisis
It was already late at night when Zhang Run received the news, he put on his clothes and got up to open the door for Han Zhi, and at a glance saw Han Zhi, whose eyes were red as if he was about to eat people, and Wei Yanxi, who still had a rigid expression behind him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Han Zhi rarely has this appearance, he remembers that he studied with him back then, and he was a classmate for three years, and he only lost his temper once------ that time was because his mother was sick and almost died, I heard that Han Zhengqing had found a lot of famous doctors and doctors from all over the country, but there was no improvement at all, that night Han Zhi was like this, his eyes were red and he stood in the courtyard of the academy for a whole night.
Thinking about it like this, Han Zhi was not completely heartless, Zhang Run pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, then forcibly suppressed the smile, frowned and asked him, "What's the matter?" ā
Han Zhi didn't answer, stumbled and pulled him and walked into the room.
Wei Yanxi stood outside the window for a long time, and stood in the courtyard for a long time, until the moonlight was almost invisible, and then when Zhang Run came out of it with a gray face----- he moved his lips, but he didn't know what to say, so he had to sigh deeply.
On the contrary, Zhang Run is more open-minded, anyway, the family is ruined, even if he is treated as a plaything, what can he do? After all, he is no longer the eldest young master of the weaving family, but a merchant who is nothing.
He sat down at the stone table, and when he saw Wei Yanxi staring at him with an embarrassed face, he smiled self-deprecatingly and poured himself a glass of wine: "What do you want me to do?" I am like this now, I should be content if I still have a place to settle down, and I am not the eldest young master before, how can I expect others to respect me? ā
Wei Yanxi felt a breath in his throat, and looked at the scratches on his face, and clenched his fists more and more: "Young master...... Why don't you go..... The farther you go, the better, the Zhang family finally has a little blood left......."
Zhang Run's action of taking the wine stopped, and he didn't move for a long time, and only after a long time did he raise his eyes and glance at Wei Yanxi, with resentment and remorse in his tone: "Go?!" Where can I go?! The Zhang family has long been doomed, my father is now being treated inhumanely in Jinyi Prison, my mother and my sister were hanged on a rope, and I am the only one left to survive, what if I live?! To live is to live better than to die! ā
He turned back to look at Wei Yanxi, and a sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "When I gave you two to Han Zhi, I didn't expect you to become his right-hand man, in the end, I still underestimated him." ā
Wei Yanxi struggled and struggled, and finally sat down opposite Zhang Run, looking directly into Zhang Run's eyes: "I always remember who saved me, who saved me and my brother......"
If it weren't for Zhang Run's momentary kindness, he and Wei Yanjun, who lost their parents in the flood, would have died of starvation all over the ground, and he always remembered this. I have been willingly following the Zhang family for so many years.
Zhang Run tugged at the corners of his mouth: "I know that you have always been a conscientious. ā
He paused, glanced at the dark room, lowered his voice and asked Wei Yanxi opposite, "Why does he look like this?" ā
Since he came to the capital, he had never seen him look so desperate and looked like he had been hit by a huge blow.
Wei Yanxi dipped his hand in the wine and slowly wrote a name on the table, and replied to him softly: "It's still related to this Miss Song Liu." Shizi was calculated by this Miss Song Liu two years ago, and it was easy to find a clue this year to catch the person who killed Yanjun, but when he went to negotiate with this Miss Song Liu, the person who caught it was gone. I'm afraid it was this Miss Song Liu who rescued her. ā
Han Zhi swore that he would definitely find a famous and noble girl to be a shield between them, to promote him to make a fortune and pass on the lineage, Zhang Run heard from Wei Yanxi's mouth at that time that he was talking about this Miss Song Liu.
Now that I heard Wei Yanxi say this, my desire to see this Miss Song Liu is even stronger----- a favored noble daughter of a family who can put Han Zhi in the palm of her hand and play with it, and has money in her hand and someone can use it, will she really be willing to be a puppet as Han Zhi said? He didn't believe it.
"Find a way to help me, I want to meet this Miss Song Liu." Zhang Run looked up at Wei Yanxi, his eyes were firm and could not refuse: "Count me begging you." ā
He knew that this Miss Song Sixth was the eyeball of Changning Bofu, and he also knew that now that the Holy Lord was forcing Old Lady Song to try his father's case, this would be more convenient, he clenched his fists, his face flushed, and the whole person looked like a drunk who had drunk too much.
Wei Yanxi's face was embarrassed, where is Song Chuyi, a noble girl like Song Chuyi, so easy to see, even Han Zhi, except for the flower party held at home and in Tongzhou today, she can't see her at all, let alone just a subordinate herself?
He is different from Wei Yanjun, he has always been realistic in everything he does, and rarely makes promises that he can't do. Zhang Run also saw his embarrassment, and after thinking about it carefully, he knew that he was indeed a little strong, but now that he finally saw a clear path, it was impossible to give up, he sat in a daze for a while, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked him: "This time he suffered such a big loss, it is impossible to do nothing, right?" If I follow him, will I have a chance to meet that Miss Song Liu? ā
Even if he saw it, it would be more difficult to say something to Miss Song Liu under Han Zhi's nose than to ascend to the sky, Wei Yanxi said honestly: "Although the prince does not have that important person certificate in his hand, he still has a favorable bargaining chip in his hand. I see that Miss Song Liu seems to care about that little child very much, and she shouldn't be able to ignore it...... It stands to reason that if the prince is willing to take you, he should be able to see it, but you also know that young master, it may only be limited to seeing you......"
It's man-made, and if he doesn't believe it, he won't be able to drill through any gaps.
What he has to worry about now is how to persuade Han Zhi to let him take him with him to see this Miss Song Liu------ he has always regarded himself as a thief who will flee at any time, and he sees it very tightly, and it may take a lot of effort for him to agree.
The two of them sat down for a while, and there was a thunderous knock on the door outside, and when Zhang Run entered the room, Han Zhi had already sat up, he looked at the furnishings in the room in a daze, and only asked out loud after a long time: "Who is here?" ā
Zhang Run avoided his hand and sat on the edge of the bed, with a cold tone and some mockery: "Guan Shan." I heard that Mrs. Hou has been waiting for you for a long time, and Guanshan Starry Night came to look for you. ā
Han Zhi's expression on his face was even more unsightly, he got up and put on his clothes neatly, pursed his lips and didn't know what to say to Zhang Run, and only after half a sigh turned around and went out. (To be continued.) )