Zhang Jian was skinny, not tall, and looked as if he couldn't scrape even three ounces of flesh out of his body. He is also unsmiling and looks like a stereotype of an old scholar and a bookworm.
Every time Song Wen saw Zhang Jian, he didn't want to pass it.
Think about it: Song Wen, Yao Cong, Zu Wangzhi, Zhang Dayu, Cheng Wuting, etc., those who sided with Lord Di were either powerful, tall and strong, or lean or fat.
The most important thing: they are all relatively "lively" and not too deep.
Only this card is different. He looks like a stick, but the city is dark and rigid.
Song Wen always talked about Zhang Jian's figure.
Zhang Jian knew that he had only been dealing with these people for a short time and was the oldest among them, so he did not care about Song Wen's attitude.
But that's on ordinary days.
Now, Zhang Jian is not happy.
"What's going on? At the cusp of the storm, you are here, can I not come? You are a powerless civil servant, and so am I. I am older and calmer than you, so why can't I come? ?”
Zhang Jian said angrily and turned his back to Song Wen.
When Song Wen saw that he had made people angry, he quickly came closer and coaxed people: "Hey, that's not what I meant. I just think there is no need for you to come. We can't stew all of us in this pot tonight." no?"
"You want me to be alone? How much do you look down on me, Zhang Jian?"
Zhang Jian became even more angry and glared at Song Wen, his dry old face turning green with anger.
Song Wen: "...Don't misunderstand me on purpose, okay? I don't know what the outcome will be tonight. Someone has to stay and finish it afterwards."
Zhang Jian: "Leave it to Huai Jie to tie up the end. I'm not that capable."
Song Wen: "..."
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something else.
Zu Wangzhi stepped between them and persuaded: "Everyone's heartstrings are very tight tonight, so you two should stop arguing. We weak scholars are staying here, and we don't know where else to go." What's going on with your son?"
Hearing Zu Wangzhi talk about this, Song Wen had something to say.
He looked at Zhang Jian, then at Zu Wangzhi, and said seriously: "None of you should have come. If things really get out of hand, I will be enough. If I am a first-class official in the court, If you can't scare them, they want to kill me here, so a few more of you... there's no point, really."
Zu Wangzhi pulled him away.
"No wonder Huai Jie said you are long-winded. You are really long-winded. Who do you think will survive the avalanche? The more officials and the more important the status of the officials in Di Mansion tonight, the more likely they are to survive. . Okay, if you want to stop talking, go find some kids to play with."
Song Wen: "..."
He walked to the door of the yard and stood there.
He wanted to walk back and forth to relieve the tension and anxiety in his heart, but he was afraid that his emotions would affect the Di family, so he could only hold back and stand at the door.
Grandma Di was very calm.
She sat there steadily, like a needle of Poseidon, stabilizing the nervous and worried mood of everyone in the room.
Sisters Di Yilan and Di Yimei protected their two still young children, sitting next to their great-grandmother, coaxing the children with food in a low voice to prevent them from crying.
More than ten years have passed, and Yilan and Yimei have both gotten married and had children. However, their husbands-in-law, like Di Miao's husband-in-law, were all "married" into Di's house.
Therefore, everyone who should be there tonight is there.
There are many people in the house, including the old, weak, women and children from the five generations of the Di family.
The atmosphere was solemn and depressing.
But no one panicked.
As a member of the Di family, living in the face of danger for a long time has already developed strong nerves.
They endured and dealt with it silently.
As for the arrival of Song Wen and others, they did not say thank you or refuse.
At this time, everyone has to do their best. The Di family will not hurt other people's hearts.
And as the dusk turned thicker and there was only darkness between the sky and the earth, one after another, attacks and killings targeting the Di Mansion came.
…
In the palace, when he saw his master had been poisoned and collapsed, Little Stool was so frightened that he ran out crawling on the ground, shouting: "My master has been poisoned, come to the doctor for help!" ", and ran towards His Majesty's bedroom.
As soon as the Jinwu Guards in charge of the patrol heard that Su Hong had been poisoned, he quickly ran to the Imperial Hospital, preparing to bring an imperial doctor over to help with the treatment.
Someone else blocked the stool.
The commander-in-chief of Zuo Jinwu Guard and Wu Yangui.
"It's forbidden to make noise in the palace late at night!"
Small stool: "..."
He held his knees, bent over and panted, staring at Wu Yangui.
After taking a breath, he bit his lower lip and said, "General Wu, the person who was poisoned was Eunuch Su Hongsu, the chief eunuch beside His Majesty. Are you sure you want to stop him?"
"Bark! You little eunuch, you have no roots. What nonsense are you talking about?"
Wu Yangui turned the corner of his mouth to the sky and said disdainfully: "You said that Su Hong was poisoned, so he was poisoned? You just said something, and you can make ghosts scream in this forbidden palace in the middle of the night. Who will give you Your courage and rights? You are prohibited from walking around late at night, don’t you understand?!”
Little Stool: "...General Wu, I know my mistake. I don't dare to scream anymore. I will go to report to His Majesty right away, so as not to disturb your palace inspection mission."
"Hey, can you just admit your mistake and let it go?"
Wu Yangui continued to stop him with disdain: "Where do you think this is? If you make a mistake, you will be punished!"
As he spoke, he waved his hand and said: "Come here, take this piece of shit and put it in the Palace Prison Department for strict interrogation. Make sure he is summoned. What is the purpose of disturbing His Majesty late at night? Who is instructing him!"
Small stool: "..."
He knew he couldn't run away, and he realized at this moment: someone wanted his master's life tonight.
He took a deep look at Wu Yangui and squeezed out three words from between his teeth: "You, will, die!"
"Little brat!"
Wu Yangui was so angry that he kicked the small stool to the ground, and then had the stool dragged away.
Little Stool really wanted to say: Let him go and let him go.
It's a pity that the people who came to drag him didn't give him this chance.
Just knock him out, carry him, and leave.
The Jinwu guard who was running to carry the imperial doctor was also stopped.
"Chao Han, where do you want to go? It's not our Jinwu Guard's job to find an imperial doctor. Don't leave the palace patrol team privately."
Chao Han glanced at Wu Yangui's deputy general in front of him, cupped his hands and said, "General Cen, I just have an internal emergency, and I'm not going to a hospital."
Cen Jun patted Chao Han on the shoulder, pointed to the forest next to him and said, "Let's deal with it right there. I, the general, will accompany you."
