She smiled and looked up when he told a big joke.
His voice was a little urgent: "You come back to the Kingdom of Jin with me, and you can always stay with Wenlong's son. I regard him as my own, I don't care whether you can have children, and I will never dislike you. Besides, this prince has been sealed As the king of Yue, if you go, you will become the princess of the king of Yue. I will not let you down..."
She had enough time to take care of herself: "Thank you, Fourth Prince, for your favor."
He raised his voice: "I'm leaving today and my things have been packed. You must come with me!"
She stared at him and silently moved her hands away from her son. In fact, she understood. Since he allowed her to see him, she had only two choices, one was to go to the Kingdom of Jin with him, and the other was to die.
However, I actually only have one choice.
At the door, a figure stood close to him, almost making him vomit blood.
"This prince has been named the King of Yue. If you go, you will become the princess of Yue. I will not let you down!" - These words are like a sharp blade piercing into the heart. What I have longed for for a long time, I dare not even say it. Yes, this woman is abandoning her like a broken shoe. Why should she? Success or failure depends on this one move. If we don't get rid of Hua Rong today, when will we wait
She couldn't help it anymore and pushed the door open. The moment she opened the door, a hint of wind and snow came in. She walked straight to the opposite side of Hua Rong. Hua Rong was not surprised at all and didn't even look at her.
She took another step, raised her hand, and almost slapped her hard, but in the end she didn't dare, but she smiled extremely proudly: "Okay, Hua Rong, the play is over."
She turned to Jin Wushu and said in a very gentle voice: "Master, it's time for you to set off. I have packed it for you. I will take care of all the trivial matters here for you."
Jin Wushu looked at Hua Rong: "Are you going with me or her?"
Follow her! Follow Wang Junhua!
Hua Rong's body shook, as if he could no longer sit still.
Wang Junhua stood in front of her, smiling every inch of his face!
I have never been so happy in my life. I am happier than knowing that Yelu Guanyin has been driven away. This is fundamentally different. Yelu Guanyin and Hua Rong have completely different weights in the minds of the Fourth Prince.
The Fourth Prince can deal with Yelu Guanyin decisively, but will he deal with Hua Rong decisively
As long as the fourth prince is willing to hand Hua Rong into his hands, in this life, he will have peace in the world, wealth and peace - and it will be the most subtle victory in a woman's psychology. It is the victory of winning favor. It is better than whether she can be the wife of the prime minister. , which made her even more excited.
With Wang Junhua's unabashedly proud look, Hua Rong suddenly said, "Where's Wanwan? How did you torture her?"
"How can the pleasure of torturing that little bitch be as good as torturing you?"
"Oh, I understand, Wanwan is safe."
"Just because she is safe doesn't mean you are safe."
Wang Junhua was even more proud, but seeing Hua Rong's expression so calm, she had basically never shown a panicked expression since she came in. This was so different from Wanwan, and it was even more exciting, making her want to stretch out her five claws in the next second. , and dug out her bright eyes.
Hua Rong slowly smiled. When she smiled like this, her eyelashes curled up slightly, like the wind blowing over the treetops, like the first new moon rising in the autumn sky.
Wang Junhua stared at her, but saw that she was fully dressed, and she definitely did not look like the injured person who was about to collapse before yesterday. The blood stains and wounds on her body had all been bandaged. They were all skin injuries and were not fatal. Even the blood stains and wounds she wore were not fatal. Such a dress, like Lu Wenlong's, was prepared by the fourth prince. Wang Junhua carefully looked at the exquisite clothes on her body, jealousy simmering in his heart like a poisonous snake. Why did the fourth prince never do it for him? Have you prepared such clothes
Hua Rong suddenly stood up and turned to Jin Wushu. Jin Wushu was startled by such a smile and couldn't help but smile: "Hua Rong, did you agree?"
After saying that, I suddenly remembered that every time she laughed like this, she always had a very terrible request. What would it be this time
Hua Rong's voice was very soft, as if she was saying something extremely tender. It was full of sweetness and rustling, like a thin layer of honey tumbleweed passing through her heart.
"Jin Wushu, if you kill her, I will follow you!"
Wang Junhua was shocked and became furious: "Vicious woman..."
Jin Wushu was also shocked.
Wang Junhua turned to him in panic, with a very frightened expression: "Young Master, this witch, this witch..."
Jin Wushu turned his eyes to Hua Rong, and saw that Hua Rong was also staring at him. His voice was faint, but still had that deep and sweet smile: "Fourth Prince, it would be a shame for you to keep such a woman. Why not kill him?"
Such tender eyes seemed to carry a kind of bewitching charm. Jin Wushu felt that his throat was a little dry. He took a step forward and stood in front of her. He lowered his head slightly and looked into her eyes, which seemed to be so bright. He saw his own reflection in his eyes.
A stream of autumn water in the cold pond!
His hand was slightly placed on Hua Rong's shoulder. For the first time in her life, she did not resist at all. She was still so supple and only looked at him gently: "Kill Wang Junhua, okay? In fact, Fourth Prince, you are watching She’s also disgusting, right?”
Wang Junhua hissed and rushed forward, his sharp nails piercing those enchanting eyes, vixen, this damn vixen! Isn't she superior? Why are you so charming to the Fourth Prince at this moment? A vixen more shameless than Yelu Guanyin!
She stretched out her hand in front of Hua Rong, and when it hurt, it was opened by a big hand: "Back off!"
Wang Junhua was pushed back three steps.
Hua Rong's voice is sweeter, her smile is gentler, and her attitude is so sincere, like a mentor who is following the guidance: "Oh, Fourth Prince, do you want to be like Zhao Deji? Do you know that Zhao Deji has a disease? You also like the things that Zhao Deji likes. Like it? Hehehe..."
Jin Wushu stared at her closely: "Are you really coming with me?"
"Kill her first!"
The two looked at each other. Wang Junhua was so nervous that he almost cried out. He stared at Jin Wushu's eyes. At this time, he didn't even dare to cry. He only opened his sharp nails and wanted to rush out the next moment. Tear it apart! Tear the face of that woman who stirred up trouble!
Tear her face, tear her eyes, tear her hands, tear everything on her body!
"Jin Wushu, do you want to kill him or not?"
He was breathing rapidly and could not make any sound, only moving his lips.
Hua Rong sighed softly: "Oh, Jin Wushu, your hypocritical, hypocritical nature will never change at all, right? I know that the rabbit will die and the dog will be cooked, and the bird will be hidden. Now, the rabbit is gone. Not dead yet, Wang Junhua, haven't you ever thanked the fourth prince? He will let you live for a few more days, and then he will walk over the body of you, a shameless person who betrayed his country and sought glory... Hahaha. …”
At this time, she already hated Jin Wushu to the core. In order to achieve his goals, this ambitious man, the queen and Wang Junhua were all chess pieces in his hands, a chess piece that could move around at will. She laughed loudly. At this time, the laughter has lost even a trace of gentleness and kindness, like the sharpest cold knife.
The child didn't understand the undercurrent between the adults, so he put down his brush and ran out to hold his mother's hand: "Mom, show me quickly, I've written another one..."
Hua Rong took it, looked at it carefully, then pointed to the third character on the second line and said softly: "Son, this character is written wrong."
At such a moment, she still had such leisure.
Wang Junhua's chest rose and fell rapidly, and a mouthful of blood was about to spurt out. Just as he was about to take action, Jin Wushu glared at her sternly. She immediately took a step back, not daring to make a mistake.
Then, it was Lu Wenlong’s soft voice: “Mom, I rewrote it.”
"Um."
Lu Wenlong took a pen, spread it on the desk next to Hua Rong, and wrote again. When he was done, he handed it to his mother: "It's fine now..."
"Well, my son writes really well."
"Mom, please write me one."
"It's inconvenient here..."
"No, no, just write, mom, write me one..."
She said softly: "Okay."
There was a desk next to her. She put the tea cup aside, spread out the paper, took the dry brush from her son's hand, and frowned: "Son, there is no ink..."
"I'll go get it..."
The child rushed into the house and came out with the inkstone.
She touched the child's head and wrote a sample for her son before putting down the pen. The son took the paper and before the ink was dry, he reached out to hug her, wiped a ball of ink on the tip of her nose, and giggled: "Mom ,I am really happy."
She also laughed and hugged her son, as if she was not aware of the coming danger.
Jin Wushu watched all this intently from the side. The black spots on her crystal skin seemed to add an aura of gentleness and elegance.
For a moment, my mind went blank.
This is the family happiness that he has longed for for a long time. The best wife, the cutest son, everything that he has never imagined since Yelu Guanyin, is now resurrected.
If his son is raised by such a woman, what kind of person will he become when he grows up
For a moment, reason withdrew, and emotions gradually took over. Just rely on her. If she goes with him, everything will depend on her.
Wang Junhua was on the side, feeling uneasy, as if he was a death row prisoner who might go to the execution ground at any time. She quietly observed his expression, and suddenly realized that she must not sit back and wait for death, but must take the initiative. She took a step forward, stretched out her hand, and wanted to pull Lu Wenlong to her side. .Hua Rong didn't look at her, but he was on guard and opened her hand.
Wang Junhua sneered and planned to take action again.
She was even more jealous, and slapped her hard, just like Hua Rong had slapped her. The slap was suddenly caught in the middle of the slap. Hua Rong stood up and grabbed her hand tightly. Her hand almost bounced back and hit her. There was a heavy, crisp sound on his face.
"Wang Junhua, how can you, a poisonous woman, have the dignity to live in this world?"
The child heard the noise and didn't know why. Instead, he giggled and kept saying: "Mom, this trick is so powerful, please teach me."
She nodded and said softly: "Son, I will definitely teach you."
Jin Wushu stood aside, watching this scene with interest and saying nothing.