Mrs. Zhang knew what her brother cared about and continued to explain:
"Think about it, no one knows about the tomb robbery between you and me. Once the Song family wants to take action, they will definitely make a big fuss about the tomb robbery. If these things are reported, your future career will have to be sidelined. Now that you have reached this point, you may not be safe in Fengtian. How many loyal officers and soldiers do you have? Once you are blamed by the big shots, you may soon end up in defeat."
"Why don't we go to other provinces first, wait until we are sure to get the treasure and then come back, and then make plans when we get back? If we have these treasures, are we still afraid that someone will make things difficult for us?"
"Think about it, is this right? Once the security guards want to take action, you can avoid the danger by being far away. It is more serious to stay out of the matter. Let them make trouble in Fengtian first. When we return safely, everything will be over. The dust has settled.”
Zhang's words clearly moved Zhang Hansheng's heart. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, and decided to follow the sister's wishes: "Okay, just follow your wishes, sister. I will ask my men to prepare troops in the next few days and bring the entire engineering battalion to you. Go, keep an eye on them these days, and we’ll set off when they leave.”
"It's all thanks to my brother. It's hard to scare others in the past few days. We don't want to monitor them openly. Everything is safe."
When Mrs. Zhang saw that her brother agreed, the big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground, and the sadness on her face gradually relaxed. The sad expression changed. The brother and sister made up their minds to implement this poisonous plan, and began to secretly work hard behind the scenes. As soon as they waited for Sun Daqiao's letter, they set off immediately. .
…
Fengtian, Luoguxiang, Songzhai front yard.
It has been windy and snowy for several days, but the sky is rarely sunny.
The white-haired wind has long since disappeared. Although the cold wind is still howling, it no longer feels like a knife on the face. The sun shines from the sky on the white snow, spreading out a shining white light. The ancient trees further away turn into rime ice sculptures. , as if pear blossoms and jasmine were adorning the branches, and under the eaves and verandas were all sword-like ice skates, falling down like sharp canine teeth.
In the front yard, Uncle Song had already asked his attendants to pick up the baskets and bang them on the ice skates, waiting for them to drop all the baskets and carry them away so that they would not fall down and hurt people. When he saw Song Siyuan coming out with flower bells, he said with a smile: "Miss, you have to stay away from the eaves. This ice skate is not strong and I'm afraid it will hurt you."
"It's okay, Uncle Song. It's sunny today. I'll bring Hua Ling to build a snowman in the yard."
Song Siyuan said she was making a snowman with flower bells. In such a cold weather, how could these two noble ladies do it themselves? The hard work of making snowballs was all left to the Yue brothers, who looked like two bears. He was wearing fur gloves to rub up the snow in the yard. Even though he was wearing thick clothes, he still felt the cold air penetrated into the seams of his bones. Siha breathed out hot air.
"Song Qianjin, you two can't just stand in the living room and warm the stove, can you do it yourself?"
The Yue brothers leaned on the huge snowball and sat down in the ground tiredly. As soon as they took off their hats, there was a hot mist on their heads.
Song Siyuan held Mrs. Tang in her hands and wore a fur cloak, covering herself tightly and said with a smile: "Don't you have the strength? Why don't you help us make a few snowballs?"
"That's not useful. We are freezing to death. Please let us warm up over the fire."
Yue Guanchao walked under the eaves and shivered with the residual snow on his body. He pulled off his gloves and approached the brazier. The flames in the charcoal basin gradually melted the coldness of his fingertips, turning into heat and beating in front of his eyes.
"Why do you feel so comfortable? We are as cold as bears, let's see what we can do~"
Yue Erpao ran over and before he could stand up, he immediately grabbed a snowball from his sleeves and threw it into Song Siyuan with all his strength. His face was covered with snow. She spat out a mouthful of snow water and her face turned blue again. Red, red and green: "Yue Erpao, you are finished, I will fucking kill you!!!"
Song Siyuan was so angry that she threw Mrs. Tang away, grabbed the big-faced Snowball and chased Yue Erpao all over the yard, yelling, but the snowball eventually hit him in the face, leaving snowflakes all over his head.
"Come quickly? Aren't you going to build a snowman?"
Song Siyuan picked up the snowballs and threw a few more at the little maids who were watching at the inner courtyard gate, causing them to also pick up the snowballs and join the battlefield.
For a moment, snowballs and ice shards were flying everywhere, as if there was another heavy snowfall.
Uncle Song walked into the yard and saw that the ground was full of residual snow that was difficult to clean up. However, he also understood that the daughter would inevitably feel happy. He avoided the snowball and came to Song Siyuan's side and whispered in a low voice: "Miss, are there any foreigners visiting the concierge?"
"A foreigner? I haven't invited any guests over recently. What does he look like?"
Song Siyuan recalled what she had done in the past few days. She and Yue Guanchao were busy collecting information on Shaanxi and Qinling. They had never gone out at all, and there was no case of calling guests to see them.
Uncle Song scratched the back of his head and carefully recalled the appearance of the guest: "Hey, he is so good-looking. He looks like a jade-faced gentleman with thin skin and tender flesh. He also carries a sword barrel behind his back. I don't know who he is. A Taoist priest is still a wandering knight with a mantra on his lips.”
"There are no gods in the Qinling Mountains, but there are immortals in the mountains."
