Wang Junhua beat his chest, but seeing that Qin Hui didn't come up with a solution for a long time, he was so angry that he grabbed his beard: "Old ghost, no matter what, you have to find a solution..."
Qin Hui did not dare to disobey: "Take your time, there will always be a way."
Wang Junhua's eyes flashed coldly: "Hua Rong knows our details, and Tianwei also knows. If the two of them join forces, instead of doing this, it is better to strike first..."
Qin Hui was surprised: "What do you mean?"
"Liang Xiao is not a gentleman, and he is not a husband if he is not poisonous. It is better to kill these two troublemakers first."
Qin Hui pondered for a while, the Taizu of this dynasty swore not to kill the ministers or the petitioners. Yue Pengju has already served as the Xuanfu envoy. Who can kill him easily? He only said: "Madam, don't be anxious. Yue Pengju will die, but you have to take your time. He and Hua Rong may not be able to make a difference in a matter of seconds."
Wang Junhua knew that her husband had many evil plans, so he changed his temper slightly: "Okay, I will give you some time. Besides, the officials may not really believe in Hua Rong..."
Qin Hui touched the beard on his chin, and he naturally turned a blind eye to the ambiguity between his wife and the official family. Wang Junhua has been almost charming these days, seducing Zhao Deji in every possible way. She thought to herself, the fourth prince of Jin Kingdom also If it's in his own hands, why can't a mere emperor of the Zhao family handle it? Because of the influence of Jin Wushu, she despised Zhao Deji in her heart. Secretly, she always called him "Nine Kings" and did not think that he was an arrogant emperor.
At this time, Gao Yigong's voice was heard outside the door: "Master Qin..."
Gao Yigong was Jin Wushu's spy next to Qin Hui and his wife. Now he was recommended by Qin Hui and held a casual position in the Ministry of War. Wang Junhua heard Gao Yigong's voice, so he naturally did not dare to neglect, so he said: "Please come in."
He and his wife had never avoided Gao Yigong. Gao Yigong came in and cupped his hands: "I heard that Yue Pengju is returning to the court?"
"What do you think, Lord Gao?"
"The fourth prince hates Yue Pengju in his life. This man has always been in charge. This time, we must not let him hinder our good deeds."
"what should we do?"
"Follow the plan."
"yes."
Gao Yigong was afraid that the two of them had any disloyal intentions, so he said: "It will be a matter of time for the army of the fourth prince to destroy the Song Dynasty. You and your wife will be the founding fathers of the country in the future..."
Wang Junhua was overjoyed, and what she was thinking in her heart was that if the fourth prince ascended the throne and was crowned king, she might be able to become a concubine. These days, she had witnessed the competition among the concubines in the palace. Concubine Pan Xian still had something to do with it. Although Zhang Yingying, Wu Jinnu and others have never given birth to a son, they are still extremely valuable. Who among the women in the world can be as honorable as the emperor, even a concubine
She yearned endlessly and immediately said: "My husband and wife are loyal to the fourth prince..."
Qin Hui was not that interested in the distant dream of "the Founding Father". Knowing that was not necessarily better than the black gauze hat of a high official on his head. The problem was that when he was captured in the Jin Kingdom, he was already afraid of the bitter and cold days. The details of the couple are all in the hands of the fourth prince. If they are revealed, it will be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the Song Dynasty. At least he will be impoverished, and at worst he will lose his life. Therefore, being loyal to the fourth prince has become his only choice. Only then It is the only magic weapon to maintain long-term prosperity and wealth.
Immediately, Gao Yigong sent someone to deliver confidential information to the fourth prince, asking him to decide, or rather reinforce, how to kill Yue Pengju and his wife as soon as possible.
However, Hua Rong and Yue Peng left the child in the care of the wet nurse and left for Beijing in a hurry. On this day, the two passed by the abandoned manor where they had returned from the sea. Dozens of military families had already lived in this manor. , to rectify the situation, it has long been transformed from a wealthy gentry into a small village.
The two got married here, and now that they have revisited the old place, they are filled with all kinds of emotions.
It was late autumn at this time, and the tall thousand-year-old ginkgo trees inside were covered with fallen leaves. Walking among the leaves felt like floating on a golden ocean.
Yue Pengju smiled and asked his wife: "It's getting late, we might as well rest here for the night and start again early tomorrow morning."
"So good."
The guards had already gone to inquire about it. They were still filled with family members who had been deployed in the past. Many of the children had called Hua Rong "Mr. Hua". Now that they saw her return, they were naturally overjoyed. One of the leading sisters-in-law said: "Mrs. Yue, you still have your new house, and the children are looking forward to your return home every day..."
"Thank you."
That night, the female family members killed chickens and geese, gathered vegetables and entertained the two of them warmly. After having enough wine and food, the two of them wandered in the garden behind in the coolness of late autumn.
This garden is completely different from the snowy winter.
Yue Pengju suddenly remembered the lingering feeling of walking on the snowy ground with his wife on his back on the second day of his wedding. He looked around and saw no one, squatted down and said with a smile, "Sister Seventeen, I will carry you."
She lay on his back and he stood up. Now, he stretched out his hand and she was able to pull the pine needles on his head. She broke off one and gently stroked it in his neck, making it tickle. He laughed. He had carried her and hugged her like this so many times, but now he felt that the person on his back was a little heavier and no longer as light as usual.
Hurong looked out from his back, and suddenly remembered that he was "dazzled" that night and saw King Qin. It turned out that it was not dazzling, but that he had indeed been here.
She was stunned and the pine needles in her hand fell to the ground.
Yue Peng asked her with a smile: "What's wrong?"
She said dullly: "I suddenly remembered King Qin, and I don't know where his strange medicine came from. Alas..."
I don’t know in my heart when I started to have a strong feeling for King Qin. It was a kind of accumulation, little by little, and by the time I discovered it, it was already a very heavy piece. Before I knew it, During this time, she realized that she had started to miss him deeply and worry about him.
Except for Yue Pengju, I have never missed anyone else so much. Sometimes, I even miss him secretly, look forward to it secretly, and long for a certain time to see him again like an old friend, to eat or drink with him, or Talk freely about your experiences in foreign lands.
This matter has nothing to do with romance, but a deep and natural emotion - I just hope that he is safe and happy.
Yue Pengju lifted his wife's body up on his back a little more, and was silent for a while before slowly speaking: "Sister Seventeen, I have been very afraid of King Qin for a while..."
"Ah? What are you afraid of him for?"
"If I hadn't resigned from my job to protect you this year, I'm afraid he would have really taken you away!"
She giggled and tugged on his ears: "Idiot, you're jealous..."
He asked, "Can't you be jealous?" Then he smiled slyly, "But now I can rest assured. My son is smart and knows how to call him uncle..."
Hua Rong smiled and rubbed his neck, and said angrily: "You also know that he is 'uncle'? As long as I have you, how can I be happy with anyone else?"
This was the first time he heard the word "happy" from his wife. Although he already knew it and knew each other, he still felt particularly happy when he heard the word, and he carried her on his back happily. Then he walked back: "It's a little cold outside, let's go back and rest... To be honest, King Qin is really a trustworthy person..."
The two sentences were completely incompatible, but she understood it completely and answered him with a "hmm", slightly melancholy. King Qin, even if she didn't believe it, she believed in him.
Yue Pengju carried his wife on his back in the night and walked back quickly. He didn't put her down until he entered the house. She was petite, turned around and leaned on his chest, raised her head, and hit his chin. He suddenly He reached out and hugged her, with a novel feeling, looking at her body after recovery, her delicate red face, and her bright eyes, like a little girl whom she had met for the first time.
"Pengju..."
"Sister Seventeen..."
Maybe it was because she had been sick for so long, or maybe it was the light red shirt she was wearing now, which he personally selected for her. He screamed, his heart beating faster, facing his wife, as shy as a young man. juvenile.
At this moment, Hua Rong's face turned red, holding his hand and sitting on the coffee table.
The candle was lit and the teapot was boiling in a small stove. Hua Rong poured a cup of tea and gave it to her husband. She sat aside and used the fire to sew for him a copper buckle on the armor for the audience.
She used to be very impatient to do these things when she was at home, and after many years of wandering, she had no time to do these things. But after getting married, she really enjoyed sewing and mending for him.
After sewing the clothes, she went to bed and spread the bedding. Like an ordinary wife, she hoped that her husband would have a more comfortable rest. After doing all this, the candlelight on the table next to her was extinguished. Hua Rong took off her clothes and went to bed. Seeing that her husband was still holding his hand He was reading a volume of military literature and smiled sweetly: "Pengju, take a rest."
Yue Pengju put down his military book and glanced at his wife inadvertently, but saw a blush on her face and a very charming look. He was moved in his heart. For more than a year, his wife had been seriously injured and could only rest. He stayed with her every night, but never He couldn't perform the rituals of husband and wife, for fear of hurting her even a little bit. Such patience was naturally very painful for a strong-blooded man, even a great torture, but he restrained it with great perseverance. , over time, I got used to it. Today, I suddenly saw my wife taking off her coat early, wearing only a close-fitting bellyband, hugging a thin quilt, her face was red, and a section of her exposed arm looked like a lotus root, snow-white. Similar.
Only then did he realize that after these days of recuperation, his wife was no longer the withered and haggard look she had when she was seriously injured. Slowly, her body became as exquisite as a nourished flower, gradually plumping up and full of vitality.
This realization made him so happy that he almost jumped up. He walked over in two steps and sat next to her. He still couldn't believe it and just asked: "Is it okay? Is it really okay?"
She nodded and said in an inaudible voice: "Yes."
"Hahaha... Hahaha..."
Seeing how happy he was, Hua Rong couldn't help but laugh too and blushed: "You fool, you only know how to laugh..."