Hua Rong held these things in his hands, with a sweet smile and a helpless voice: "Fourth Prince, if Qin Hui wants to kill Peng Ju and me, I will threaten them with this, okay?"
He just rolled his eyes.
She looked confused and felt that she was ridiculous.
"You are laughing at my naivety, aren't you? Maybe, as soon as you turn around, you will immediately tell Qin Hui and his wife to kill me and Peng Ju, right?"
He gasped for breath and wanted to ask her, if that's the case, why not kill him with a knife? However, the wound was too painful. He had been in battle for more than ten years, and it was not that he had never suffered more serious injuries than this. However, the pain this time was not in the flesh, but in the bones. In his heart, only cold sweat dripped from his forehead in waves, and he was about to be injured. The burnt hair was wet.
Hua Rong said to himself: "Oh, no matter whether it is useful or not, there is always something left, right?"
The smile on her face slowly disappeared, and she understood in her heart that the only way to avoid future troubles was to kill Jin Wushu at this time, but why couldn't she do it
Being rational is one thing, but how can people stay so rational throughout their lives
She saw that his eyes were staring at the black iron-like object, and her heart trembled, as if he was begging herself to keep this. What on earth is this
She asked: "What is this? Is it important?"
He rolled his eyes anxiously.
Hua Rong immediately understood that this thing was really important. But she laughed and said, "Since it's important, I won't give it back to you."
She looked at it carefully, then simply put the thing in her arms like flying. Ma Su was familiar with bronze inscriptions. If there was a chance, wouldn't she just ask him
When Jin Wushu saw her acting like this, he was so angry and anxious that he almost fainted.
"Okay, Jin Wushu, you hit me and pinched me. Now, I will also hit you and chop you. You don't understand, I am a person who will retaliate..."
He gritted his teeth and hissed, like a desperate snake spitting out a letter: "King Qin... Then King Qin, he will beat you..."
Hua Rong was startled and immediately understood what he meant. She didn't know how he knew that he had been injured by King Qin.
There was a feeling of sadness in my heart. Yes, I had vowed to kill King Qin many times. However, more than ten years later, King Qin's head was still on his head.
She smiled self-deprecatingly: "I failed so much. The so-called benevolence of women is just like this, so I can't be a big success. Originally, you and King Qin were both the targets of my death, but it's a pity... it's a pity... it's a pity..." She I said it was a pity several times, but could not say any more, and looked gloomy.
After a while, she said: "I won't kill you today, but I know that Pengju and I will most likely die in your hands in the future!"
When she said this, she looked into his eyes.
He happened to meet her gaze.
Both of them were shocked, especially Hua Rong, who suddenly had a terrifying and strong intuition. It was a kind of intuition that women are born with.
This terrible feeling almost defeated her, and she couldn't help but reach out for the knife on the ground again.
Kill him and avoid future troubles forever!
kill him.
At this moment, murderous intent was everywhere in her eyes. Even when she just cut the knife, Jin Wushu had never seen such profound murderous intent, and his heart trembled: This woman really wants to kill herself now.
She actually really wanted to kill herself.
He slowly closed his eyes and opened them again, only to see that her hand had left her and she stood up straight: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter..."
She turned around and he made a grunting sound again: "Hua Rong..."
Hua Rong shook his head and sighed: "I don't know if Wu Qimai and the others will come to rescue you. But I estimate that he is definitely no match for Peng Ju. Alas, if you were here, your ambush might be successful. But Wu Qimai Mai, he is really far from you. Let alone compared with Pengju... "
Every time he heard "Yue Pengju", he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.
"Child Wenlong has gone far away. I know I can't catch up. But, Fourth Prince, since you love him, please do it for the sake of Master Lu and his wife. If you don't want him to grow up, he will be another servile weakling. , I don’t want him to be the second Qin Hui, please never let a woman like Wang Junhua raise him. This is my last request to you."
After saying that, she turned around and left. This time, despite his jabbering calls, she never looked back.
Jin Wushu's body had completely slipped to the ground, and he stared at his hand blankly. The knife was so precise that the thumb and index finger of his right hand fell to the ground together, and blood was still pouring out.
He is a warrior who has been fighting for many years. He is used to holding a sword and drawing a bow. However, this hand has been completely disabled. From now on, he can no longer fight with pride.
The fingers were connected to the heart, and the pain was heartbreaking. The big beads of sweat on the forehead fell drop by drop, flowing down the face and into the mouth. It was salty and hot. Slowly, the whole person became numb.
However, his eyes were still open, and the red figure was getting further and further away. His black hair shone with a strange brilliance in the morning sun, and he was full of energy, like an elf rising in the woods.
She never looked back, no matter his life or death, it seemed that it no longer mattered.
He slowly watched her back disappear completely into the woods. His vision had completely collapsed. The pain in his waist and broken fingers finally broke out together. He could no longer hold on. Like a top, he fell upside down. On the ground.
In front is a slightly wide wasteland, withered and yellow grass, and low shrubs all around. The sun shines down unobstructedly, and you can even see the small clumps of white snow on the evergreen shrubs that have not had time to melt, melting quietly. , turned into water droplets, drop by drop, reflecting colorful light.
In the distance, there is actually a wild wintersweet. The bare flower branches, without any leaves, exude a rich fragrance, and the whole tree is in bloom.
Hua Rong walked forward quickly without stopping at all. When he ran past the flower tree, he jumped up at will, broke off a flower branch, and held it in his hand.
The wind roars back in the sound of running, and the flowers exhale their fragrance in the clear weather.
The air is so fresh and my heart is so relaxed. It is the relaxation of freedom. It is the relaxation of the vast sea and sky.
It turns out that the feeling of being a prisoner is so uncomfortable.
It turns out that the joy of regaining freedom is so vivid.
Even the worry and anxiety about her husband's safety could not suppress this feeling of relief.
Listening to the wind in her ears, she ran forward, with endless strength in her body. It seemed that as soon as she ran out and reached the road, she would see Peng Ju running towards her.
On the road, the marks of horse hooves were so clear, and there were some fresh horse manure. An army had just passed by.
But by now it was deserted.
There were some corpses scattered on the road, as well as knives, guns, bows and arrows, all left behind by those who died in the war. She immediately picked up a bow that came to hand, and picked up a quiver next to her and carried it on her back.
She stood on the road and looked at the mountain col in the distance. At this time, the wind was calm and silent, and there was no aftermath of the fierce battle. Anxiety and worry turned her happy mood into uneasiness. She turned her eyes and looked for a piece of land on the roadside. Put the flat leaves near your mouth.
This is a kind of leaf flute that she learned at sea. At that time, she was only 17 years old and he was only 13 years old. The two of them were like little mice that could be eaten by a cat at any time, hiding in the spring water that they accidentally discovered. In the bay, small rafts were made to escape secretly. Only at that time, while working, could the slaves' fear be alleviated and the slaves be filled with yearning for freedom.
Nothing can stop me from yearning for freedom!
King Qin didn't understand, and Jin Wushu didn't understand either. In a certain field, they were all absolute masters, kings, and could control the fate of others and women at will. However, it was his nature not to let anyone dominate his destiny - Just like his own parents and clansmen, if the emperor says a word, they will die without a burial place.
Everyone should control their own destiny. She didn't understand it before her parents died tragically, but she understood it after their parents died. Even though she was powerless, she still had to fight.
After fighting, even if you lose your life and fail, there is always a small hope;
If you don't fight, you will be a puppet and plaything forever in this life.
She hated feeling like this.
Whether it is the King of Qin or Jin Wushu, they always hate Yue Pengju and always think that it is because of him that they do not marry them. They do not understand even more that even without Yue Pengju, they would rather marry a trafficker, a lackey, or a mountain woodcutter. I will never marry them. I and Pengju just happened to meet each other when the flowers were blooming. They were lucky and a match made in heaven. Neither one step too early nor one step too late.
Her heart felt hot, remembering Pengju's "Sister..." Fortunately, she had gained experience from serving in the army over the years. She followed the tracks of the horse's hooves and ran quickly, whistling at the same time.
Noon sun.
Warm.
Hua Rong was already sweating profusely from running. She suddenly stopped and listened to the sound of horse hooves on the opposite side, which was like a storm. There was also the same swift sound of horse hooves behind her.
Two groups of men and horses came facing each other.
She did not lose her mind due to anxiety, and quietly hid under a large bush on the roadside, her palms so anxious that she was sweating. Who could be coming? Pengju? Liu Lin's army? Jin Wushu's men and horses? At this time, what is the situation of the two sides
The people at the back arrived first, wearing crimson military uniforms and silver armor on their heads. They were Liu Lin's puppet Qi army. But at this time, this army was exhausted and sparse, and it was only led by a general.
Hua Rong clung to the bush without making the slightest sound. If the enemy discovered him, there would be no way to survive.
At this time, a group of men and horses came towards him, and she could clearly see it from her hiding place. It turned out to be Yue Pengju with seven or eight arrows stuck in his body. His head was covered with bruises and his face was black, and he looked like an earthen puppet rolling in a fire.
She almost screamed, but she saw that Yue Pengju was already facing the leading general.
As soon as the two of them fought, after a few rounds, she had already seen that Peng Zhong was seriously injured, so she suddenly jumped up and shot an arrow. The general was fighting fiercely, and he received such a blow on the back of the head. He didn't even make a sound, and fell upside down to the ground.
She never stopped and continued to shoot arrows. The already weak Puppet Qi army thought they had been ambushed and saw their general killed in battle. They collapsed with a crash, turned around and fled, trampling on each other and turning their horses upside down.
Yue Pengju was about to pursue him when he heard a familiar voice in his ear, full of surprise and anxiety: "Pengju..."
He looked up, and in front of him, a red shadow flew towards him, his eyes were as bright as morning stars. He felt relieved, his body swayed, he could no longer hold on, and fell to the ground.
She took a step forward to help him up, but her hands touched the arrows everywhere and she couldn't hold him in a hug.