She suddenly remembered the Song-Jin peace talks led by Qin Hui, and her heart tightened.
"I knew that when you returned to the two rivers, you must have greater ambitions."
He laughed loudly: "So what? I am planning to concentrate my superior forces to annihilate the main force of your Song army, and then go straight to the palace to catch Zhao Deji, this cunning escape rabbit."
She said lightly: "I'm just curious, how did you plan for Qin Hui so seamlessly?"
"Ha, why should I tell you?" He snorted coldly, "Actually, where in this world can anything really be perfect? It's just that God wants to destroy your Song Dynasty, so he appointed a particularly shameless and cowardly emperor for you. That's it! It's ridiculous that you fools still expect him to revive the Song Dynasty. Is he worthy of the revival? The prince has even thought of a title for his prisoner. His father is called "Hunde Gong", and his eldest brother is called "Chong". "Hun Hou", and he is called "Fugitive Hou", Hua Rong, what do you think? Hahaha..."
Hua Rong was angry, but speechless.
Jin Wushu looked at his son again, turned around and left.
"Abba, Abba..."
Jin Wushu stopped.
But it wasn't because of the child's cry, but because of the man coming towards her.
Yue Pengju wore a leopard skin jacket of the same style and color as Lu Wenlong, carried a small tiger on his shoulder, and held the famous spear in his hand.
His eyes were bright and his expression was solemn. He stood quietly on the spot. The first thing he looked at was not the uninvited guest Jin Wushu. His eyes fell on his wife, and then he looked at his son who still had tears on his face.
The famous general who used to frighten his enemies is now hiding in this small border land, killing tigers and bears.
Jin Wushu looked at him, then looked back at the same leopard skin jacket on his son. He suddenly felt angry. Why? Why can Yue Pengju do this
At this time, there was even a happy and peaceful smile on his face, because the child was already greeting him: "Dad, there is another tiger skin..."
Dad!
Why is he also the child's "father"? !
Jin Wushu looked at Hua Rong with hatred.
Such a pale face, because of her husband's return, slowly smiled, blushed, and softened her eyes. Only then did she understand that "raising the case to raise eyebrows", "red sleeves adding fragrance", "harmonizing the piano and the piano" that often appeared in thread-bound books in the Southern Dynasties ...Many beautiful words, so that’s what they are!
In the past, these were all his imagination, which seemed unbelievable and so far away. Although he had had concubines one after another, and even though there had been the charming Yelu Guanyin, no woman had ever given him such the same feeling.
Those are still far away from my dreams.
I just discovered today that what I couldn't imagine, it turns out that all it takes is one look.
For a moment, he had the illusion that Hua Rong was healed and that Hua Rong was not injured. Her face was radiant, and her appearance was as peerless as the one on the Shooting Willow Festival.
He had a sudden thought, Yue Pengju, he would never have to worry about being deceived, right? Which man would be deceived if he married such a wife
Even if he is now the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom, even if Yue Peng cannot lift a mountain woodcutter.
However, Yue Pengju is stronger than me!
Whether on the battlefield or at home, he is stronger than me.
He clenched his fists tightly and glared at Yue Pengju fiercely.
Yue Pengju put down the tiger on his shoulder, put down his spear, and said with a smile: "Fourth Prince, thank you very much!"
He said angrily: "What do you want to thank me for?"
"Thank you for sending Ganoderma lucidum to my wife."
Hua Rong's eyes wet, Pengju, he had already seen that it was not a gift from King Qin. He knew that he just didn't say it out loud.
Jin Wushu sneered: "If you are really loyal to your Song Dynasty, you might as well capture this prince at this time."
Yue Pengju laughed: "Fourth Prince, you are wrong."
"What's wrong with me?"
"As the commander-in-chief of the Southern Invasion, you have a deep hatred for millions of people in the Song Dynasty. However, I have no personal grudges with you. What's more, Yue Pengju is no longer a Song general, but an ordinary civilian..." He looked at Jin Wushu dressed up as a scholar, "If you come in casual clothes, you are a guest; if you come with troops, Yue Pengju, even if he is a commoner, will always defend his homeland!"
Jin Wushu's eyes lit up: "Can I still come to see my son?"
"Of course! If you want, you can come and see Wenlong Boy at any time."
He laughed heartily: "Okay, okay. Yue Pengju, I just discovered today that you are actually not a qualified political figure."
Yue Pengju said calmly: "I joined the army just to protect my family and the country. I never wanted to be a politician."
"What a pity. I thought I would have the chance to fight you."
Yue Pengju smiled: "Then let's wait until the battlefield."
Jin Wushu looked at him, then looked back at Hua Rong. At this time, little Lu Wenlong was very happy to see the two "fathers" talking, and hurriedly took Jin Wushu's hand: "father, are you Aren’t you leaving?”
Jin Wushu pulled away his hand and patted his face: "Son, I'll see you again later."
The little hand was pulled away, and Lu Wenlong's mouth flattened. This time, no matter how his son shouted, Jin Wushu never looked back, and soon the figure disappeared in front of him.
His son cried so hard that Yue Pengju put down his things and hugged him. He stopped crying and his eyes were filled with tears: "My father is gone. Does my father never want me anymore?"
He said softly: "If you want, Dad will come to see you."
After all, he was a child, so he stopped crying, put away his tears, looked at a flying colorful butterfly landing on the wild flowers in front, and said hurriedly: "Dad, I want butterflies, I catch butterflies..."
Yue Pengju smiled, took a few steps forward with his son in his arms, stretched out his hand, and gently let go. The butterfly flapped its wings in his hand. Lu Wenlong happily jumped down with the butterfly, running and shouting: "Mom, you look so beautiful..."
She smiled and held her son's hand. When she saw Yue Pengju walking in with a flower in his hand, she asked softly: "Pengju, why are you back so early today?"
He walked up to her, gently put the flower on her temple, and said softly: "I'm lucky today. I saw a little tiger as soon as I went up the mountain, haha."
She looked at his shoulder. There was a faint trace of blood on the leopard skin. He smiled carelessly: "It's okay. I accidentally got scratched by this guy."
"Dad, let's skin the tiger..."
"Okay, okay, today daddy will teach you how to skin a tiger... Mommy will make you tiger skin sandals..."
"Great… "
The children clapped their hands and laughed.
Hua Rong stood up from the chair, and the little red flower on her head fell to the ground. She walked a few steps, and then walked a few more steps. She didn't know whether it was because of her mood or other reasons, but she didn't feel any pain at all.
She walked a few steps further until she reached the fire lit by Yue Pengju, where all the tiger meat had to be cured and stored.
Yue Pengju took the knife and was preparing to skin the tiger. He was trying to teach his son how to do it. When he saw his wife walking over and standing beside him, he first smiled, and then almost jumped up: "You, are you feeling much better?"
She smiled and nodded, standing next to him: "I find that I am much better."
The child was also very happy: "Mom, Mom, are you okay? Can you teach me archery in the future?"
Yue Pengju was so overjoyed that he lifted his son over his head and said, "That's great. When mom gets better, I will teach you archery. Do you know? Mom's archery skills are the best in the world..."
"Haha, are you more powerful than dad?"
"Of course, he is much more powerful than Dad..."
"Then mom can also shoot tigers..."
"Hahaha, when mom gets better, dad will take you and mom together and let you see mom shoot a tiger with your own eyes."
"Okay, mom, get well soon..."
Hua Rong held her husband's hand tightly and stared at his joyful expression. Men, it's easy to be a hero, and it's easy to charge into battle! However, who can bear with such long hours of daily necessities
The short-lived excitement is always memorable, but who knows that the trivial details day and night are the real test of patience and love
In a person's life, there are few vigorous days and long dull days.
Even King Qin, even Jin Wushu, if their positions were reversed at that time, what would they have done? King Qin, whose roaring mountains and forests stretch across the world, can he endure such a long period of loneliness? Not to mention the glorious fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom, he would never be able to live such a life.
Only Pengju!
There is only one Yue Pengju!
After coming down from the battlefield where bullets are raining, leaving the enemy behind, you can bind the tiger and slaughter the bear without changing your true character. This is an unbreakable friendship that has been clinging to each other for many years.
Yue Pengju said in a soft voice: "Sister Seventeen, do you like the tiger blood soup tonight?"
She chuckled: "I like it, I haven't had it in a while."
After he was completely out of the house and out of sight of the two people, Jin Wushu sat down on a path behind the dense forest.
Next to the path is a clear stream, rushing down from the mountains in front. The water is crystal clear and the surroundings are covered with green grass.
He pulled a piece of grass and put it to his mouth. The gradually setting sun shone on his face, and his body felt warm and refreshing.
My mood may be as refreshing as I have never felt in a long time.
These days, I am very tired every day. I am tired, painful, depressed, and even afraid to see people. Today, such terrible mood finally found an outlet, as if I got a comfort and a compensation.
He looked through the dense woods for a long time, and seemed to be able to see in the distance, the two people he cared about most, the lively children, holding his beautiful hands.
People are so different.
There are even more differences between women.
Why are there women like Yelu Guanyin and women like Hua Rong in this world
Why
He suddenly laughed, took off the Dongpo towel on his head and spread it on the grass. For the first time, like a young man, he picked the wild flowers around him and spread them all over.
He thought of his son and the way his son put flowers in her hair. What would it look like if he put so many wild flowers on her head
Relaxed, relaxed as I haven't been in a long time.
In my heart, I need this kind of relaxation more than going to the battlefield.
After a long time, he sat up, gathered up the Dongpo scarf, put all the wild flowers in it, and threw them in the direction of the dense forest. He said to himself: "Here you go, Hua Rong, I'll give it all to you. You have to live well." .You must live well."
As soon as they crossed the border and boarded the Wuzui horse, in front, Wu Qimai and dozens of guards were waiting anxiously.
When he saw the fourth prince, Wu Qimai breathed a sigh of relief. When he saw that the fourth prince was refreshed, there was a hint of joy on his face. Since the "cuckold incident" happened, Jin Wushu had been drunk all day long and gave up on himself. Wu Qimai Seeing him like this, one can imagine the surprise in my heart.
He hurriedly asked: "Fourth Prince, where is the young master?"
"At Hua Rong's place."
"Ah? Why didn't the fourth prince take him away? Did Yue Pengju stop him?"
Jin Wushu shook his head, and the smile on his face gradually deepened: "The child is living well there. I don't think there is any need to take him away. Moreover, I can visit the child at any time."