She was wearing a red dress, which he personally selected for her. Every stitch and thread was so fine. It was Shu embroidery brought by Liu Lin. On it was the famous hibiscus and birds pattern. Because of the complexity of this pattern, a textile lady , only one such piece of clothing can be made in a year at most. Shu brocade Shu embroidery is famous all over the world, known as "Yang Yi Yi Er". The dense and exquisite handwork and the beauty of the patterns are simply ingenious. It is said that this kind of brocade needs to be dyed after being dyed. From the day of white dew, it was soaked in the water of Jinjiang River for three days and three nights. After that, even if it takes decades, the color will remain as new and will never change at all.
Wearing red clothes, she had slightly messy black hair hanging down. The extreme contrast between red and black made her look strangely coquettish. And her eyes were so bright, as if they were shining with an extremely dazzling brilliance. .
He marveled in his heart, and at the same time he was also very confused, why was he so often amazed by this woman? Especially at the most inappropriate times.
For example, this life-or-death moment, for example, when he was about to catch her while searching the mountains and seas.
At that time and in that place, we changed places. Life is really unpredictable.
Never could I have imagined that the fourth prince of the Jin Dynasty, a general who commanded hundreds of thousands of troops, defeated Zong Han, Gu Shen and other veteran generals, won the treacherous court struggle and was newly crowned the king of Yue, would be dominated by a woman.
Time is also destiny, and the ancient Han people will not deceive me.
Naturally, he did not say these words, and still maintained his pride and dignity. He would never ask for a word.
Hua Rong stared at his unpredictable gaze, but he looked at the waist knife hanging above his head.
This waist knife also has a great origin. It was a reward from the old Wolf Lord, his father, and a large gold tribute from the King of Tatar. It has a shark skin sheath, and the handle is dotted with a rare gemstone. The blade is light and sharp, and it can break hair when breathing. Cutting iron is like clay. He has no doubt about the lethality of this dagger. At this time, even if an ordinary person holds it, it can kill him, let alone Hua Rong.
Hua Rong laughed again: "Jin Wushu, do you want to beg me?"
He was just curious: would she forgive him if he begged
Will it
How often have you ever thought that two people would fight each other like this when they are not forced to do so
He asked back: "I beg you, will you let me go?"
She said decisively: "Of course not."
He also smiled: "Then why should I beg you?"
There was a dull pain in her heart. If she begged herself, if she was in a different place, she begged herself, and she would definitely let her go. She would! As long as she says "I like you, Jin Wushu", he will let her go. Even if she doesn't say it, he will let her go.
However, this is different. The difference is that he likes her, so he can't kill her; she doesn't like him, so she has no scruples.
He simply closed his eyes and casually covered the bleeding wound with his hand. After a while, he said lightly: "Time flies so fast. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve."
Hua Rong nodded: "Yes."
Tomorrow is New Year's Eve.
how long ago? Jingkang's catastrophe, Liujiasi's military camp, being caught, imprisoned, and disguised by him, Zonghan's threats, the pain of suicide... The two people are destined to go in opposite directions forever in such a whirlpool.
Either he kills himself, or he kills him.
There seems to be no third way to go.
Jin Wushu was leaning on the big tree. At this time, his favorite Dongpo scarf had already fallen somewhere. His bun was spread out, his hair was slightly curly and disheveled, like a wild wolf at the end of his life. His snow-white scholar uniform It has already changed its color, with traces of blood and soil, one black and one yellow, it has experienced the sea of fire, and fled... Now, it can only wait for the fate.
He sighed: "I really want to spend a New Year's Eve with you and my son, the three of us together!"
Hua Rong remained silent.
He opened his eyes again and saw the big knife slowly falling from Hua Rong's hand and stopping on his face.
The smell of blood can be smelled in the nose.
That was a mark scratched by the knife. He was not a stunningly beautiful woman, so naturally he didn't care about being "disfigured". However, when the knife fell, he felt a tremor in his heart.
The taste of failure, the taste of being slaughtered by others.
So that’s it.
He suddenly stretched out his hand and exerted force, waiting for an opportunity to escape. He should not continue the cat and mouse game like this. Especially since he was on the side of the mouse. People who have not experienced this kind of pain can never imagine it.
Hua Rong was on guard and threw out a punch. He clutched his stomach tightly and curled up into a ball. With pain and humiliation on his face, he suddenly hissed: "Hua Rong, kill me!"
"Kill you? This is natural."
She smiled slightly and sighed: "Death is the only way through the ages. Who really wants to die?"
Indeed, Jin Wushu didn't want to die, and Hua Rong had committed suicide several times, but in his life-and-death experience, he only thought about how to survive to the maximum extent. Only by living, whether it was glory, wealth, or making contributions, could he achieve it. Possibility. Who wants to die
A strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart. It was not her answer, but her smile. That kind of gentle and charming smile. He had known her for several years, and after separation and separation, how could someone like her really be like this? Want to kill yourself
Even if he was going to die, how could he be willing to die at the hands of the woman he loved the most
He suddenly straightened up and screamed: "Hua Rong, anyone in this world can kill me, but you are not allowed to kill me!"
"Why?"
"Because I like you! I never really wanted to kill you!"
Like, what is like
There was a sarcastic smile on her lips: "I'm tied up to watch you flirting with all the new and old lovers. Do you just like me? Fourth Prince, your love is so special. Haha, it turns out that everyone in your country has a secret crush on me, a native of the Song Dynasty?" Is Mr. De your favorite? Haha..."
She is also called Hun Degong, and she is definitely not the polite and respectful "high official" of Song Dynasty - Song Huizong. She brought the blame on herself. She has no sympathy, mercy or respect for him, so she cannot pretend to be like this in front of the enemy generals. The obedience of ministers.
"And Wang Junhua. You even like such a woman. Jin Wushu, why do you say so boldly that you like me?"
She took a step back slightly, as if his word "like" was a dirty thing.
Jin Wushu's face turned red and he said angrily: "I don't like Wang Junhua! I even promised you that after the matter is completed, I will personally hand her over to you for your disposal. This time, I did torture you, yes. But, I never wanted to kill you! Absolutely! When the fire was burning, I only thought of saving you, not other women..." He stretched out his hand and suddenly rolled up his sleeve, revealing a large piece of flesh that was almost burnt. The large and small black holes in the room said: "Hua Rong, when I was trying to save you, I was hit by a burning falling object... At that time, I didn't know why, but as soon as the fire started, I thought of you in the house. After these days of hunger strike, I will definitely be unable to escape... Hua Rong, I am afraid that you will be burned to death... I am afraid that you will be burned to death... "
Hua Rong looked away and said nothing.
His voice was so angry: "Hua Rong, I don't believe you really want to kill me!"
She slowly turned her head. When she smiled, a few grains of snow-white millet teeth were always looming, neat and clear, and her eyelashes trembled, as if she had heard a huge joke: "Oh, Fourth Prince, you are right, I I really don’t want to kill you.”
His eyes slowly lit up, not just the joy of escaping, but the joy of being recognized and affirmed. It was like a communication of hearts. For a while, when she was on a mission to the Kingdom of Jin, the two of them were so friendly. , the tea she made, the smile on her willow knot, her sadness after being injured... But why did it come to this point
Get, the devilish obstacle that you want to get too much.
He couldn't cross it, so the devil lurking in his heart jumped out.
When it even defeats the true feelings, everything becomes so cruel and presents itself in the ugliest manner.
Hua Rong suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his voice was so sweet: "But, if I let you go, will you let me and Peng Ju go?"
"Yue Pengju" was like a pervasive gas. When he had forgotten it for a moment, she mentioned it again. He suddenly became angry, as if he was awakening from a dream in his heart.
After all, she is the wife of her enemy. She is the wife of his natural nemesis.
She stared at him, suddenly had a whim, and said in a gentle tone: "Fourth Prince, you swear! As long as you swear never to offend the Song Dynasty again, never to be an enemy of Pengju, never to entangle with me again, I will let you go!" "
“…”
Another bird flew through the forest, flapping its wings and fluttering many water drops, which fell down drop by drop. At this time, Jin Wushu's hair was already wet, and he spoke word by word: "Hua Rong, Have you ever liked me, even just a little bit..."
Because of the words "Jin Wushu, I like you" on that dark night on the mountain road; because of the elusive waiting after the dusk of the appointment, and because of her several times of mercy, he always thought that she at least liked him a little bit. .
“…”
"Hua Rong, tell me! Have you ever liked me even a little bit?"
Hua Rong pondered for a moment and then said slowly: "At least I was very grateful to you for a while. From the Liujiasi Jin camp, you pretended to be drunk and let me leave, from the time I was sent to the Jin Kingdom to protect me, I am very grateful. ...So, I will try my best to be merciful when I can kill you... Do you still remember the battle at sea? "
I remember that there were scars on my shoulders. The arrows she and Yue Peng held were such clear memories.
He couldn't help but cover his shoulders, and suddenly understood that she was merciless that time. At such a range, if she hadn't been merciful, how could he have escaped with her arrow skills
His eyes suddenly lit up and he was extremely excited: "Hua Rong, Hua Rong..."
She shook her head, her eyes dim.
Even so, so what
Every move he made and the Qin Hui he placed destined to be hostile to each other for the rest of their lives.
Jin Wushu's voice was very sincere: "Hua Rong, I took you away for another purpose. I want you to live, not die! You should know that if you stay in the Song Dynasty, you will inevitably die."
She smiled faintly: "You mean Qin Hui?"
"Yes, when it comes to political conspiracy, you are no match for him."
"!!!"
"Plus Zhao Deji. Over the years, I have seen through this Nine Kings. He doesn't dare to let go and fight."
Hua Rong's voice was urgent and full of expectation: "As long as you swear an oath, I will definitely let you go."
I don’t know why, but I hate him deeply, but at this moment, I just can’t do anything. Maybe it’s the protection of Liujiasi Jinying? Or was it the envoy's disdain to the Kingdom of Jin? Or maybe it was his rescue at the moment when the fire started