Hua Rong looked at Wang Junhua. She seemed like a fly that possessed itself. No matter where Jin Wushu was, she would follow him. She was behind him, respectful and servile, just like his rag, ready to pick it up at any time when needed. Wipe away all the dirt. And when Jin Wushu was away, she took the initiative to turn to the "eunuch" Zhao Deji...
What is the difference between Jin Wushu and Zhao Deji
At one time, she thought that Jin Wushu was better than Zhao Deji, at least he was a bloody man!
However, in ancient times, it was rare for a man of great talent and ambition to make such great use of a scumbag like the shameless King Hua Qin Hui, right
She couldn't help but laugh.
Wang Junhua said angrily: "Can you still laugh?"
"Wang Junhua, it seems that not only can you be the queen of Jin Wushu, but you can also be the queen of the world and the queen of the Song Dynasty?!"
Wang Junhua knew that she was sarcastic, but he couldn't help but smile with joy, his heart was pounding, and he leaned closer to Jin Wushu again, as if the closer he got to him at this time, the greater his hope of becoming a "queen". She smiled so proudly: "Hua Rong, do you regret it? Are you extremely jealous? It's a pity, it's too late, it's too late..."
Jin Wushu also sneered: "Hua Rong, if you were half as smart as Wang Junhua, you wouldn't be where you are today."
Wang Junhua's eyes were as charming as silk, and she glanced at the sword against her neck. In fact, what she hoped most was that the Fourth Prince would penetrate her neck with one strike of his sword, and watch this hateful woman die on the spot, instead of She was nagging here. However, the fourth prince did not move, so she could only watch and stare. She could not show any impatience and had to be as docile as the best-behaved mother.
She was actually afraid that the fourth prince would be thirsty. At such a time, she even thought of getting him a cup of tea: "Master, are you thirsty..."
Jin Wushu only said: "No."
Wang Junhua took a sip himself, looking as leisurely as a mistress: "Hua Rong, a fool like you is destined to die. You fool, a complete fool, you can't even serve a man, and you are a woman, and you still want to go to heaven." , Chicken Sichen, if you don’t die, who will?”
These two people really have the same ideals and the same interests.
Hua Rong looked at Jin Wushu curiously. Before he left, he was still dressed in the clothes of a young master from the Southern Dynasties. His body was as sturdy as a Jin man, but his temperament pretended to be the elegance of a scholar from the Southern Dynasties. Especially him The sword in his hand is a fine ancient sword with a very quaint shape and strong and soft power. It looks like a knife, with only one side having a blade and the other side having a narrow groove on the back. There is a mark in the middle of the sword body. It has a wide groove and is more than 3 feet long. It looks extremely light. Hua Rong has no research on swords, but looking at the green peak, he knows that it must be the most precious treasure of the Central Plains. Jin Wushu is held in one hand, and the light of the sword never leaves Hua Rong's neck. .
Seeing Hua Rong looking at the sword intently, he said coldly: "This is the iron-breaking sword used by the ancient generals."
"Snatched during the Jingkang disaster?"
"Wrong, Qin Hui gave it to me."
Qin Hui actually hid such good things. It can be seen that in the two years since he returned to the Song Dynasty, after becoming a high-ranking official, he secretly collected many good things to pay tribute to Jin Wushu. It seems that Jin Wushu sent his wife back to the Song Dynasty, which was really a huge profit. Business.
The cold light of the sword, the flowing waves in her eyes, her long eyelashes seemed to hang down into the shadow of the sword, and the light and shadow flickered.
Ancient sword.
An exquisite tea cup from the official kiln on the table.
Elegant woman wearing embroidered clothes beside her.
All this constitutes an extremely novel beauty.
How harmonious everything is.
Jin Wushu's eyes became slightly softer, and the tip of his sword could not help but move away a little, and he looked down at her. For a moment, he even forgot that this was a life-and-death hostility, and instead he and his favorite woman were admiring something together.
"Hua Rong!"
"???"
"Hua Rong..."
Wang Junhua kept looking at him and couldn't help but panic. Even though the fourth prince chose him twice, he still couldn't help but panic, as if he was no match for this woman! Because the fourth prince has never looked at him with such eyes.
How could he not be her opponent
No matter how lingering the gaze is, how can it defeat the real choice at the critical moment? This is affordable, isn't it
From Zhao Deji to the fourth prince, he has always conquered the world. Who can be his opponent if he wants to win the favor of men? Who can
Neither can Hua Rong!
What has she done for the Fourth Prince
Why did the Fourth Prince look at her like this
Stronger thoughts surged in her heart, and her cheeks were still aching faintly. She must kill this woman! As long as this woman doesn't die, I won't be able to live in peace!
Hua Rong, however, never glanced at Wang Junhua. Jin Wushu didn't look at Wang Junhua either, his eyes only lingered on the ancient sword and the face opposite.
Sword hero.
soulmate.
Why do we face such an embarrassing death every time? Why
Hua Rong slowly opened his mouth, his fine white teeth looming, his lips a fresh red color, his voice was gentle and his tone was cold: "Jin Wushu, I really misjudged you!"
"snort."
"I always thought that you were at least more bloody than Zhao Deji, and at least you were still a man. I just discovered today that you are exactly the same as Zhao Deji and Qin Hui..." There was a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, and Wang Junhua next to her couldn't help but snorted coldly, wishing she could slap him in the face. Go over and pluck out the row of long eyelashes and dig out her eyes to see if she can still have such eyes!
These are the eyes of a vixen!
There are such vixens in the world.
Fortunately, he is a vixen with a bad temper. If he is like Yelu Guanyin, how can he be her opponent? Such a pity for nothing.
Jin Wushu heard Wang Junhua's cold snort and looked at Hua Rong. Although he was deeply scheming and could not express his emotions and anger, he was also a little blushing at the moment. He had always had a high self-esteem, and Qin Hui was just a child in his eyes. A dog, Zhao Deji, was captured by the search and rescue team. He was just a cowardly and cunning stray rabbit. When Hua Rong repeatedly compared himself to these two people, his last trace of patience was completely wiped out. Anger accompanied by determination increased. His voice was louder: "Hua Rong, for the sake of our past friendship and my son, I will give you one last chance. Are you leaving or not?"
last chance!
Under such circumstances, the fourth prince actually gave this woman a chance
Wang Junhua felt sour in his heart: "Fourth Prince, she..."
Jin Wushu was very impatient: "Hua Rong, it's you who gave up the honor of the queen. You have repeatedly made rude remarks, and I should have killed you immediately, but I still give you a chance. Queen, you don't have to think about it. When you arrive in the Kingdom of Jin, Be a good concubine of this prince, and you can still earn a life..."
The tip of the sword was completely pressed against his neck, and the cold Qingfeng was filled with a chill.
Hua Rong sat back slightly on the chair, smiled, and exhaled like a orchid: "Who do you think you are? I will go with you? Even if I say a word to a person like you again, it will be an insult to my Hua family ancestors and an insult to my husband's family tradition. .”
Then, she shut her mouth and never said a word again.
Anger has burned Jin Wushu's eyes red. The prisoner in front of him is this woman who has fallen into his hands many times. He has forgiven her many times and tried his best to please her. Unexpectedly, what he got in exchange was such a dead end.
In fact, he even held the honor of the queen at her feet, but she kicked him away.
Frustration, intense frustration.
It was even more unbearable than the defeat in a major battle. It was the emotional and spiritual inability to conquer, and it was the most powerful resistance to me in the Southern Dynasties.
It seems that it is not a challenge for her alone, but a challenge for a group!
Even if the body is destroyed, faith cannot be destroyed.
His sword moved forward a little further, and with more force, it would almost immediately cut through her neck.
At this time, the sky was already bright, the wind and snow had stopped, and the sunshine appeared for a long time. The wind blew in from the open window, bringing a fresh breath, and a ray of sunshine shone on her face, like a blooming flower. A wilted flower is about to reach the end of its life.
Her son's cries had completely disappeared. At this time, Hua Rong no longer had any worries in her heart, and her face calmed down. After tossing around for half the night, she was tired and leaned back on the chair, as if she didn't feel that the end of life or death had come at all. She closed her eyes. , sleepiness comes.
Wang Junhua's eyes almost burst out with flames. In her heart, she has almost designed thousands of vicious tortures, and she will never give up until she tortures Hua Rong until she becomes a human being and a ghost. This woman wants to die. How could she be allowed to die so easily? However, he wished that the Fourth Prince's sword could move forward.
Going a little further, I suddenly found the woman I hated the most.
Even if he couldn't get the pleasure of torturing her, wouldn't the pleasure of witnessing the fourth prince kill her with his own hands far surpass the pleasure of torturing her
A woman's greatest pleasure is to watch the man she loves kill her love rival with her own hands.
This kind of happiness is truly greater than all other pleasures.
She said softly: "Master, you once said that you would reward the slave family..."
“…”
"Today, my reward is that you kill this woman immediately!"
“…”
"Young Master, there are so many beauties in the Southern Dynasties. No matter how many you want, I will find them for you. Starting today, I will personally select ten beautiful virgins of the highest quality for you to apologize... Young Master, I am offended..."
She saw Jin Wushu's hand holding the hilt of the sword trembling slightly, and suddenly she was caught off guard. She pushed his elbow and arm hard, and the sword immediately thrust forward...
… …
Yue Pengju rushed to Wuliting quickly.
Although it was the coldest winter day, I was still sweating all over my body. When I stopped for a moment, it condensed into ice. My heart seemed to be as cold as ice. At this time, I could no longer care about all the anger towards Zhao Deji and turned it all into anger towards my wife. and worries about my son.
Who is most likely to have caught them
Two fast horses came from two different directions: "Report, there is no sign of the lady ahead."
"Report, the Miao and Liu rebels were defeated and fled towards Fujian, but there is no news about any lady..."
"We have searched for thirty miles around, but there is no news..."
No!
No one was found despite searching.
He looked around and saw that they were all his most trusted subordinates.
He sat on the horse, pointed the spear in his hand in a direction, and said slowly: "Zhang Xian, you lead 20 elite cavalry to follow me. Everyone else, go back and stand by."