The sun rises over the white mountains in the distance, and the white snow will never melt all year round. It accumulates day by day, as if only gods can reach it, and mortals can only worship from afar.
King Qin reined in his horse and stopped to look at the red sun in this foreign country.
Passing through this dusty post road is Yanjing. What do those foreign men and women look like? He suddenly felt extremely curious.
Over the years, he has always been in need of women, but because of the constraints of that poisonous oath and the subtle fluctuations in his mood, he can no longer find any other woman.
It's just that girl, that damn girl, is so far away that she even became someone else's wife.
The flame in his chest seemed to boil the old snow on the white snow mountain opposite. No one knew better than him why he chased him from the sea to the land like crazy, and then from the land to the Kingdom of Jin!
I need her, I need her desperately.
need to get.
If you want to get it, you have to destroy it first.
Destroy all stumbling blocks that stand in your way.
Because of such suffering, my hatred for Yue Pengju gradually spread and penetrated into my bones, and I even began to hate her - really hate her! The magic star you hit!
Suddenly he had a very strange thought in his mind:
If she died, would he not have to suffer like this again
He was startled by the increasingly strong idea in his heart.
Even when he accompanied her into the military camp and was driven away by her, he had never hated him so much.
From beginning to end, he never hated her.
Before coming to the Kingdom of Jin, he had always thought that he hated Yue Pengju, and that he was the only one he really hated. It was his sweet words and rudeness that gave rise to his own "hatred of seizing his wife." However, when this kind of hatred , unable to get vent, and gradually swelling in the corner of the soul, I realized that perhaps, real destruction may bring real happiness.
"Send it to the bridal chamber!"
"Sent to the bridal chamber!!!"
The sound was harsh, and the pain in my heart was piercing that I had never understood in the past. Only then did I realize that Hua Rong was no longer the little girl on the island that I could absolutely control in the past, let alone the wife I had married.
She was determined to leave and decided, and even though she went through all kinds of hardships, she couldn't get it.
Just like Liujiasi Jinying fought for his life, just like sacrificing his life on the vast sea - all he got in exchange was her back and being "sent into the bridal chamber" with other men!
He subconsciously reached into his arms, as he had done many times in the past, but his arms were empty. There was no longer the Nian Geng wedding sticker. It was gone. It had long been broken into pieces, like a heart, and turned into ashes. .
Hatred and lust are intertwined, as if playing a funeral song of love in the heart.
He is a pirate by nature, and he only knows that he must get whatever he likes.
But what if you can’t get it
If you can't get it, grab it!
Can't get it
If you can't grab it, destroy it. Only in this way can you start a new life.
He subconsciously lifted the big knife in his hand. It was heavy and weighed 38 kilograms. It was the weapon he had kept with him for many years. At this moment, he thought, who would be the first person to drink blood from this knife in a foreign land
… … …
On this day, the sun was shining brightly, and even here in the north, the weather was obviously getting warmer.
Yanshou Temple is a famous temple outside Yanjing in the original Liao Kingdom. It is large in scale and has hundreds of rooms. Because of the celebration of the Sheliu Festival, Song Huizong and other prisoners of war were all moved here.
Although Yanshou Temple is large, it is still very crowded because there are more than 1,800 people living there. In the first few days of the Sheliu Festival, the food provided by the Jin Kingdom was relatively sufficient, but then the supply became increasingly poor. The prisoners of the Song Dynasty did not have enough to eat. In addition, the weather turned hot, the crowds were overcrowded, and germs were prevalent. Soon, a large number of old and weak people died. The situation of the women living in the north of Yanshou Temple was even worse. Hundreds of women were crowded into dozens of rooms. The room was filled with the original princesses, concubines, married women, etc. of the Song Dynasty. During the Shooting Willow Festival, most of the men of the Jin Kingdom gathered together, so nine out of ten of these women became prostitutes. The famous one in the past Half of the Jianming Temple has become another "laundry house" of the Jin Kingdom.
When Song Huizong learned of these situations, he felt even more miserable.
On this morning, he and Concubine Qiao sat across from each other. The couple's hair had turned gray, and even Concubine Qiao, who had been graceful and graceful in the past, had lost her beauty, and she looked like a haggard old woman.
Outside the door, a man came in. He had his hair braided on the left side, knelt down and kowtowed in salute: "I, Qin Hui, kowtow to see His Majesty."
When Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty saw that he was dressed in golden attire but performing Han rituals, he suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly reached out to help him up: "There is no need to be polite. I am already a prisoner and cannot be called an official anymore. Qin Zhuangyuan, you are here now." What is Daikin’s position?”
Qin Hui said: "With the support of the fourth prince, I am now promoted to staff military officer."
In fact, before this, Qin Hui was purely a shepherd, herder, Bi Mawen in the Jin Kingdom. However, Jin Wushu deliberately took advantage of him. Recently, he asked Wang Junhua to make him a Jurchen official. It was a very low-level official. Qin Hui learned a little from Jurchen. In order to increase his own reputation, he translated this official position into "military staff" in Chinese.
Huizong of the Song Dynasty said: "I see, Counselor Qin, please allow me to return the courtesy." After he finished speaking, he bowed deeply, and Qin Hui hurriedly knelt down: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, killed this small minister. I was originally a minister of the Song Dynasty. Don't forget the Song Dynasty." Virtue..." After he finished speaking, he knelt down and kowtowed deeply, with tears streaming down his face.
Song Huizong had not been deeply impressed by this scholar before, but when he saw his words and deeds this time, he felt very fond of him. He thought that although Qin Hui temporarily succumbed to the Jin people, he did not forget his old master, which was really rare.
Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty lived in Yanshou Temple, originally waiting for the Song Dynasty envoy to bring good news, but for several days, Yu Wenxuzhong and others seemed to have evaporated and were never found again. He knew that he was probably detained by the Jin people again. He got up, panicked, and hurriedly asked Qin Hui: "Consultant Qin is outside, does he know the news about the Song Dynasty envoy?"
Qin Hui said: "I came to see your Majesty today precisely because of this matter..." He lowered his voice, "I followed the fourth prince and heard that the Kingdom of Jin is now divided into two factions, the main and the main war. The differences are very big. This time The envoy was detained by the eldest prince. The eldest prince was aggressive and had to be careful... "
Song Huizong said: "In this case, I wrote a letter and handed it to the fourth prince."
"yes."
Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty ordered someone to take the pen and ink, and when he was about to write, he put it down and sighed: "I'm here, I've been neglecting pen and ink for a long time. Qin Zhuangyuan is quick in thinking, so I might as well write for him..."
Qin Hui did not refuse, and started writing as soon as he picked up the pen. He was a scholar, and he tried to figure out Song Huizong's mood and tone when he wrote it. Song Huizong saw that it was just right and he was very satisfied: "Qin Zhuangyuan is really good at writing, and I am very satisfied with it." "
He immediately used another piece of paper to copy Qin Hui's draft, using his famous thin gold style.
Qin Hui took the handwritten letter from Song Huizong and was about to leave. Song Huizong took his hand and said: "As Qin's staff is leaving, please give your best advice to the marshals of Jin Dynasty. If I can return to the south, I will never forget this great kindness." , I should sincerely thank you."
Qin Hui smiled bitterly: "Although I am under the command of the fourth prince, I am just a humble official, working like a servant. I and my wife think about it day and night, longing for the leaves to return to their roots and the soul to return to their hometown. I only hope that after His Majesty returns to the south, I can't thank you enough for being able to redeem me with a huge sum of money..." As he said this, he wiped his tears with his hands. This made Song Huizong feel that he was loyal and reliable, so he hurriedly said, "If you can return me, I swear I won't let you down. The current Ninth Brother must be reused as Qin’s staff officer..."
The ninth brother was naturally Zhao Deji. Song Huizong had been living in the north for a long time, and he also used the rank to refer to his son enthusiastically.
Qin Hui said goodbye and went out, went down to Yanshou Temple, and walked another mile. Wang Junhua was already waiting there. When he saw him, he immediately asked: "How is the matter?"
Qin Hui hurriedly handed Song Huizong's handwriting to her: "Madam, I got it..."
Wang Junhua pulled him over: "For your efforts this time, the Fourth Prince will be rewarded heavily..."
Qin Hui was overjoyed: "The Fourth Prince wants to summon me?"
Wang Junhua rolled his eyes at him: "Come with me."
Qin Hui followed her, but saw that she was dressed very enchantingly. The weather was getting slightly warmer at this time, and she looked like a woman from the Kingdom of Jin, with half of her shoulders exposed, white and smooth.
Seeing her like this, Qin Hui sighed: "You go to see the fourth prince like this again..."
Wang Junhua's eyes widened: "Old ghost, if I hadn't been like this, how would you be here today? The fourth prince is about to give you a fortune that is astonishing, how dare you have any second thoughts?"
She smelled the smell of cattle, sheep and horse dung on Qin Hui's body with disgust, and felt even more contempt. She walked quickly in front, keeping a certain distance from him.
The two arrived at Jin Wushu's residence, and Wang Junhua led Qin Hui in with ease.
Jin Wushu sat on a chair, read the handwriting Qin Hui brought back, and said with a smile: "This is very good."
Qin Hui knelt down and bowed carefully: "What is the mission of the Fourth Prince?"
"Haha, this prince is going to play a big game of chess..."
"oh?"
"Maybe this game of chess will take decades to play. Don't rush, take your time, hahaha..."
Wang Junhua said flatteringly: "The fourth prince is talented and has great plans, and must have far-sightedness. We will do our best to serve the fourth prince."
Jin Wushu saw that she was dressed very enchantingly today, with a section of her snow-white arms exposed. Wang Junhua came to the Jin Kingdom, and because he was good at flattering, he did not suffer much. In addition, he was very proud of following Jin Wushu. His appearance is even better maintained than in the Song Dynasty.
Jin Wushu didn't really have much interest in her, but now he saw her flattering and obviously flattering expression, and saw Qin Hui on the side who was quite uncomfortable, and he felt a sense of pride and pride as a winner in his heart.
War, defeating the enemy, seizing their wealth and women, and hugging the enemy's woman are the greatest pleasures.
He looked at Qin Hui, and his heart moved: "Qin Hui, you are the number one scholar in the Song Dynasty? What is the most important thing in the Song Dynasty?"
"Return to the Fourth Prince, be courteous, righteous and honest..."
"Etiquette, justice and integrity?" Jin Wushu laughed loudly, pulled Wang Junhua over, and with a strong hand, tore off a piece of clothing from her shoulders.
Qin Hui's face turned red, but Wang Junhua snuggled into Jin Wushu's arms without any panic, and said with a sweet smile: "Fourth Prince..."
Jin Wushu laughed: "Are you and your wife loyal to me?"
Wang Junhua chuckled and said, "Every slave will obey the Fourth Prince's orders."
Jin Wushu looked at Qin Hui, and Qin Hui hurriedly moved away, only to hear Wang Junhua yell: "Old ghost, do you dare to disobey the fourth prince? If it weren't for the fourth prince, you would have been killed..."
Qin Hui had no choice but to give a Jurchen salute: "I swear to be loyal to the fourth prince to the death."
Jin Wushu laughed wildly, pushed Wang Junhua away, and said arrogantly: "Take off your clothes first, and serve me well today..."
"yes."
Wang Junhua responded charmingly and actually took off his clothes quickly.
Qin Hui kept watching blankly, not daring to say a word.