No matter how thick-skinned Wang Junhua was, his face was blood red. He couldn't help but glance at Zhao Deji, but Zhao Deji was holding a wine glass with a strange smile and said nothing. Regarding Hua Rong's revelation of Qin Hui and his wife's behavior in the Kingdom of Jin, he couldn't help but glance at Zhao Deji. Especially after he personally learned Wang Junhua's methods, he completely believed that she was having an affair with Jin Wushu. However, he used imperial methods and thought that playing with two clowns in the palm of his hand was a good thing, so he didn't care at all.
What's more, besides Wang Junhua, which minister's wife is willing to take the initiative to throw herself into his arms? Will Hua Rong agree? Why throw away such a wonderful person so early
He was very interested to see Hua Rong embarrass Wang Junhua. He was curious that Hua Rong also got angry sometimes. He had rarely seen her angry before.
Seeing that the emperor turned a blind eye, Wang Junhua was very frustrated. He was originally going to demonstrate in front of Hua Rong, but now he encountered such an embarrassment. Looking at several concubines, although Concubine Pan Xian was the best with her, the emperor didn't say anything. Who dared to speak? What's more, women are worried about things. Seeing that Wang Junhua is in such limelight, and the officials actually reprimand Princess Wanwan for her, they can't help but feel a little jealous, and they don't even reply, they are just secretly amused.
Hua Rong's mood was waning, so she stood up and said goodbye: "Your Majesty, Hua Rong is leaving."
Tianwei and Wanwan also wanted to say goodbye, but they didn't dare to do this to Hua Rong, so they had to sit calmly, knowing that Wang Junhua's performance would come next.
Zhao Deji already knew that she would act like this, so he just nodded: "I know that you are not in good health and can't drink. It doesn't matter. You should go back and rest early."
She said with courtesy: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your understanding."
Perhaps because of this second "Your Majesty", Zhao Deji's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly remembered the fruit she secretly gave him in the cabin of the escape. This woman is different after all, and he has received too many benefits from her. The beauties here are , the enjoyment of being welcomed and favored, who can truly share weal and woe with him? He didn't resent Hua Rong. He was even very sad when she was injured. He was just jealous. The unattainable jealousy hidden in his heart. The more he saw her side by side with his concubine, the more he felt. Uncomfortable. The whole world is not the land of the king, and the shore of the land is not the king's ministers. The beauty of the world belongs to the emperor. What I hope is that she will become one of them and become the oiran of his harem, instead of carrying the "worry about the country" The sentiment of "people" is the wife of a famous general!
A woman, as long as she serves tenderly, who wants her to turn the tide
Isn't it good to be like Pan Xianfei, Wu Jinnu and others? Isn't it good to be like Wang Junhua
Why did she do that
Even for Wang Junhua, he was not jealous of her favor, but deliberately planned to reveal her identity.
Don’t you know it yourself? Didn’t you know she was a **woman
**Wives are also as good as **Wives!
He thought angrily that a woman is still a woman. And once a woman "cares about the country and the people", she becomes a monster.
Hua Rong had already walked some distance away, and he said in a deep voice: "Rong'er!"
Hua Rong slowly stopped, his back a little stiff.
"Rong'er, you are not in good health. I asked the medical officer to prepare some Ganoderma lucidum."
She made another big salute: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty; Hua Rong has recovered and does not dare to waste natural resources anymore."
Seeing her polite alienation and indifference, especially the "Your Majesty", he suddenly thought, would she never be called "Guan Jia" again
Wang Junhua had already suffered this embarrassment, but when he saw that the emperor was like this, he still wanted to reward Hua Rong with some Ganoderma lucidum, but Hua Rong didn't want it. He was so angry that he vomited blood. He thought to himself, you are great because of your ability to protect him? How dare you be so arrogant in front of the emperor? But she didn't dare to say it out loud. She just thought that when she had an affair with Zhao Deji again, she would definitely blow the whistle.
Walking out of the palace, the afterglow of the setting sun was still hanging in the sky.
The whole journey was deserted. When she looked back, she realized what Tianwei and others meant when they said that the palace was a "prison with fine clothes and fine food."
After walking a certain distance, a hand suddenly stretched out, took my arm, and strode forward.
She giggled: "Pengju, are you really here to pick me up?"
"Haha, how can I go back on what I promised Madam?"
At this moment, all the frustration in her heart disappeared unconsciously. She held his hand and looked at the night sky. The two got into the carriage together, with the two maids behind, smiling softly and surprised, I have never seen a master come out to pick up his wife in person.
There was a rumble of cars, the curtains were raised, a gust of wind came, and a strand of hair spread out on his forehead. Yue Peng raised his hand to push the hair away from his wife's forehead, and asked softly: "What do you want to eat tonight?"
Her eyes were bright: "How do you know I'm hungry?"
"Haha, with your temper, you won't be able to eat even the delicacies of mountains and seas when facing Wang Junhua." He said mysteriously, "So I have prepared a lot of good things for you."
She gently leaned close to his ear, and when he was not prepared, she suddenly bit his ear gently and chuckled: "When I go to Xiangyang, I will cook for you every day."
"Well. I like to eat the food you cook the most. However, I can also cook a few side dishes. I have nothing to do in the capital these days, so I will cook them for you to try... "
Hua Rong raised his eyebrows: "Are you the only one who did it tonight?"
"Well, I made two dishes, and the rest is from the kitchen."
He knew that his wife would not feel comfortable entering the palace today, so he was about to comfort her, but he felt relieved when he saw his wife acting like this. Hua Rong still whispered in his ear: "There is no hope for the Song Dynasty to be revived."
The bleak autumn wind had turned into the chill of early winter, and as soon as her words came out, they were blown away by the strong wind. Yue Pengju just put his arm around his wife's shoulders and looked at the receding trees outside.
The water bandits can be wiped out, and the Jin army can be beaten back. However, who can stop Zhao Deji and Qin Hui from unyieldingly seeking peace through war
Maybe, it’s really not as good as “dressing and eating”!
The entrance to the cottage.
The weather in the north is cold, and late autumn is already like winter. The wind is howling, coming and going.
King Qin paid close attention to those strange black flowers, which did not wither even in winter, or in other words, they seemed to have never lived at all, as if they were fake.
In the summer, he gave the first witch doctor the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum as promised. According to his temperament, he changed the partner, and he had already been cheated. However, when he saw the witch doctor nagging, he was afraid that he would poison his family. , so he didn’t dare to break his promise and sent Ganoderma lucidum as promised. This was dismissed.
But what about the second witch doctor? This weird man who is as dry as a bird's claw, it was his strange medicine that cured Hua Rong, so what does he want to do on his own
He was forced to stay here patiently for several months, and was served by a disciple of the witch doctor to eat and drink every day. However, this disciple was mute and could not say anything. King Qin was really bored and urged him every day, but , the shadow of the witch doctor disappears when he doesn't want to see it, and appears when he wants to. Whenever he thinks of running away, the witch doctor floats out like a ghost.
He lost his temper and sent Liu Wu out to investigate, leaving only Ma Su at his side.
Seeing him studying this black flower continuously these days, Ma Su was worried and asked him: "Your Majesty, what should I do on the island after being out for so long?"
"Isn't there Uncle Yang?"
Ma Su had been in exile for a long time, and the benefit he received in his life was King Qin's life-saving grace, so he followed him all the time. He came from an official background and knew well the fierce strife and greed of human nature. He was afraid that King Qin would leave for a long time and be coveted by others. Pirates were all the same. A bunch of desperadoes.
King Qin didn't care: "As long as Uncle Yang lives for one day, I can be free for one day."
Uncle Yang had no children, and he always regarded King Qin as his nephew, so he was loyal. He was also the person that King Qin trusted most in his life, and he knew that as long as Uncle Yang did not die, even if he was not on the island, nothing would be changed.
But he has lived half his life, so he is certainly not a mediocre person. Over the years, he has made some arrangements. In a very secluded place, he bought himself a large house and stored a batch of treasures accumulated from many years of licking blood. He originally planned to find his wife, live in seclusion, and have children. This arrangement was extremely confidential and was completely planned by him. Even Ma Su and others had no idea about it. He sighed secretly, he didn't expect that he had been hanging around for so long. The big house has always been empty, and now, not even a shred of hope for the "wife" is gone.
Ma Su wanted to ask more questions, but he saw in front of him, the door opened silently, and a figure in black robe floated out like a ghost.
The two of them were used to seeing each other, and King Qin shouted: "What on earth do you want me to do? Say it quickly, or I will leave if you don't."
The witch doctor only said: "Come in."
King Qin strode in and said, "Quickly tell me what you want me to do."
Masu was blocked outside by the mute disciple and felt that the atmosphere around him was particularly strange today.
As soon as King Qin entered the door, he immediately noticed that something was wrong. He followed the witch doctor for a few steps, but the witch doctor swayed and disappeared. His body suddenly became empty, and before he could shout, he had already fallen down.
He fell hard, but he didn't hurt anywhere. He looked stunned immediately.
I saw this underground secret room, decorated with splendor and splendor. The witch doctor was sitting on a huge stone chair, not like a witch doctor at all, but more like a fallen emperor.
He felt very strange, rolled his eyes, and the witch doctor slowly said: "My name is Yelu Dayong..."
"What you call me is none of my business. What are you going to do?"
Yelv Dayong ignored him and only said slowly: "I was once the deposed prince of Khitan. After being deposed, in order to survive, I followed an expert to practice witchcraft."
King Qin chuckled: "Your Khitan has been destroyed by the Jin people a long time ago."
"No!"
"Hey, you're a frog in a well. You hide in this hole every day, so of course you don't know."
Yelv Dayong was not angry, and only said: "I know the external affairs well. The Khitan was not destroyed. I knew that Yelu Dashi led a group of people to escape across the border, went deep into the desert, and established a new country."
After the fall of the Liao Kingdom, General Yelu Dashi did indeed lead an army through Dashi, the Uighur Kingdom, etc., and finally reached the Tula River in present-day Uzbekistan and Mongolia, established his own kingdom, and ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, known as "Ju'er Khan". It means "sweat of sweat".
Naturally, King Qin didn't know who the Holy God Yelu Dashi was, so he just said: "What do you want to learn from Yelu Dashi and become the emperor? Just hide here and practice witchcraft?"
"You rough guy, what do you know?"
King Qin said impatiently: "What on earth do you want me to do? Pay money to help you ascend the throne? I don't have that much money? You don't have that many people. You want me to help you kill people? Who to kill? Kill the old wolf master of Jin Kingdom, help you Restoration?"
Yelu Dayong shook his head and slowly took a box from the side: "You only need to put this thing quietly under the earthen bed of Heci, the crown prince of the Jin Dynasty."
"Ah? What kind of thorn are you going to curse?"
"This has nothing to do with you. You just have to do what you're told."
He had a very simple tone, but King Qin's palms were sweating. Is it still a simple matter to put this troublesome thing under the Heci Tukang? What does this old monster want to do? Kill He Ci and disrupt the Jin Kingdom, and then ascend the throne yourself? However, the current Wolf Lord is still alive.
"After I finish this matter, will I no longer owe you anything?"
Yelu Dayong looked at him for a while, then shook his head: "I think you have some aura..."
"What's wrong with you?"
"King Qi!"
King Qin burst out laughing: "You have done so many tricks, so it turns out that I have a kingly spirit in me? To tell you the truth, I am a king originally, and everyone calls me 'King Qin'."
Yelvda said coldly, "Shuzi is ignorant."