He shot Jin Wushu with an arrow, and he had a chance to turn defeat into victory. But the price he paid was even greater than Jin Wushu.
When Hua Rong waited to see his situation clearly, tears almost fell down and he spoke incoherently: "Pengju, what's wrong with you..."
But he smiled, although tired, but relaxed and happy, like a man who has been in drought for a long time and sees an oasis in the desert.
Clear spring.
In the distance, all that was left of the raging fire over Zhizhou Mansion were puffs of unburned smoke.
Here ushered in the Song Dynasty's first army of 3,000 men. They were all Xiangyang troops that Yue Pengju had summoned and arrived at the time of King Qin, and were on standby on the way.
He sent out to find his wife and annihilated the puppet Qi army, a two-pronged approach. The most rare thing is that Zhao Deji did not send anyone to stop him. In the past, whenever the Song army took the initiative to attack the puppet Qi or Jin army, he would repeatedly issue edicts to "take peace as the basis of peace". expensive".
Because of this, after Liu Lin's army was dragged around by the King of Qin, when he returned, he encountered this powerful Song army rushing towards him with great momentum. He was attacked repeatedly and finally found that the fourth prince was missing. , had no choice but to lead the army to flee immediately. What Hua Rong and his wife later encountered was a scattered group of the fleeing army. At this point, the puppet Qi army all withdrew from Hongye Town, and the two state capitals that had briefly fallen in the Miao and Liu rebellions were recovered. Come back.
Soldiers are cleaning up the battlefield after the fire.
Yue Pengju only set fire to the granary and logistics supply area. The purpose was to cut off the supply of the puppet Qi Dynasty and not dare to fight with the Song army for a long time. But the King of Qin could not control that much and set fire everywhere, causing the whole city to panic. Because of this, it accelerated even more Chaos accelerated the defeat of the Puppet Qi.
Although it was more effective, countless women, children, and women with small feet were burned to death in the flames of war. Especially the musicians, singers, concubines, and maids Liu Lin led with the army, no one could save them, and most of them were killed or injured.
Zhang Xian presided over the daily recovery here. According to Yue Pengju's practice, he paid 10 guan of money to each family member of the deceased and recruited homeless people.
Smoke curls from the kitchen.
Quiet village.
Yue Pengju was sitting on a single stool, with his upper body naked.
He held a large bowl of roasted knives in his hand, raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp. There was a growl in his throat, and he frowned his broad eyebrows. However, his appearance was so strange, he had no eyebrows at all.
Hua Rong had never seen a person without eyebrows, but she thought his expression was so funny. She couldn't help but laugh when she should be feeling sad and anxious.
However, his eyes were closed tightly and he was about to fall asleep. We must not let him fall asleep at this time, it would be too dangerous.
Hua Rong burst into laughter: "Pengju, you are so ridiculous..."
He listened to her soft voice, so familiar, right next to his ears, every sound, like the charm of the most tender moment, like the tenderness of the most charming moment.
His eyelids fluttered, but it was very difficult to open them.
Hua Rong quietly walked around behind him, took advantage of him to raise his neck, and quickly pulled out three arrows.
It hurt. His eyes opened and closed again, and he broke into a cold sweat.
Hua Rong seemed to be able to see his expression, and suddenly she pressed against his neck, blew gently, and whispered in his ear: "Does it hurt..."
Before he could answer, she raised the arrow and pulled out four more arrows. Before his screams could escape his throat, red-hot alcohol poured on the white veil and covered the wound.
Hua Rong tilted her head and looked at him sideways. His eyes met hers. Big beads of sweat rolled down her face. He held her hand tightly and wouldn't let go. His voice was so weak: "Sister Seventeen, I'm fine." It hurts…”
The voice did not belong to him, but to the sound of young Lu Wenlong crying out in pain as if he had been thrown: "I feel so much pain...".
A soft feeling rippled in his heart. Hua Rong felt sad and funny at the same time. Before he could answer, his body softened and he fainted.
Even a strong-willed person cannot bear such pain.
His hand still held her hand tightly, and he couldn't break it off. Hua Rong didn't break it off either. He called a guard to join him. The two of them carefully helped him to the bed. The quilt had been warmed, and it was warm and comfortable. It was boiling hot. However, his body did not get hot, but became colder and colder.
The guard waiting on the side had already prepared the medicine. Hua Rong took a large bowl and drank it for him before sitting down next to him.
At this time, the civilian doctor who was looking for him suddenly realized that since the Qi army was approaching, people were fleeing in all directions. During the hasty march, there were no military doctors. The guards went out for half a day and hired a doctor, which was considered a lucky thing.
The doctor felt Yue Pengju's pulse and checked his wounds. He was very satisfied when he saw that Hua Rong had done a simple treatment. He praised: "Madam, you also understand medicine? The treatment was very good. If it had been delayed a little longer, I'm afraid it would have been worse." serious… "
Since Hua Rong joined the army, both he and Peng Ju were often injured, so they always read medical books, especially during the year when they were recuperating at the border of Elong Town, the couple almost became half-doctors.
She answered humbly and watched carefully as the doctor took out an ancestral brown plaster and smeared it on Pengju's body. After it was applied and bandaged, she gave the doctor a generous consultation fee. The doctor heard that he was a famous general of the generation and was very impressed. He was overjoyed and thanked him: "I don't dare to ask for Xianggong Yue's medical treatment fee..."
Hua Rong smiled and said: "Old sir, you have worked so hard, how can you not do it?"
But the doctor bowed seriously and said: "Xiaomin is practicing medicine and treating diseases in the countryside, and his life is stable. But since the Jin Army and the Puppet Qi Army came, there has never been a peaceful day. Xiaomin's two sons were killed by the rebels. All this time. I hope that the king will raise troops to drive away the gold thieves, so that everyone can have a stable and peaceful life. I have heard of the name of Mr. Yue for a long time, and I feel deeply honored to treat him..."
Hua Rong returned the gift solemnly: "Thank you, old gentleman, for your trust."
The doctor resolutely refused to accept the consultation fee and only asked: "Madam, is the imperial court going to fight a decisive battle with the captives now? As long as the captives are killed, it will be considered as revenge for my son... "
"Old sir, please rest assured. The imperial court will do its best to protect the people of the Song Dynasty."
The doctor was so happy that he refused to accept the consultation fee anyway and walked away.
Hua Rong personally walked him to the door. He was deeply worried. Today, do you really have the courage and courage to fight a decisive battle with the prisoners? Is there any? Is there any
When Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, how many exiled people expressed their ardent hopes
But, Zhao Deji, is he worthy of such high expectations
Yue Pengju lay unconscious on the bed. Hua Rong reluctantly drank two large bowls of porridge and went to the room to accompany him. It was already dark at this time. She had been busy for a while and sat for such a long time. The sweat all over her body had condensed. He felt cold. If he touched Yue Pengju again, his whole body was also cold.
She was extremely anxious, and he was seriously injured. If he couldn't keep warm, he would be in danger.
She took several quilts to cover him, but his body was still cold and his eyes were closed.
While he was anxious, he suddenly had an idea, lifted some of the quilts, took off all his clothes, took off his clothes himself and got into bed, hugging his waist tightly.
My whole body was trembling, as if I was holding a huge ice cube.
She struggled to turn his body over so that his chest was close to hers, and her hands and feet were numb from the cold. She repeated this until midnight, and his body slowly began to gain warmth.
She smiled in the dark night and hugged him tighter. She felt tired, extremely tired. Then she remembered that she had been on a "hunger strike" for so many days, and her body had already reached its limit. As soon as she closed her eyes, she fell into a dark and sweet world. dreamland.
Hua Rong was awakened by the sound of firecrackers.
But my eyelids were still so tired that I couldn't open them. In a daze, my body was pressed against such a warm and thick chest. I felt extremely relaxed, peaceful and safe, and I felt so comfortable that I hadn't felt in a long time.
She warmed the quilt and continued to fall asleep while clinging to the quilt regardless of the noise outside.
After a while, she suddenly felt a warm gaze, opened her eyes, and smiled tiredly: "Pengju, you're awake."
His voice was hoarse, and he hugged the soft body in his arms. His "hug" was so strange that his whole body ached, and she couldn't use any effort, but she wrapped his hands around her waist.
She stretched out her hand to touch his bald eyebrows, and couldn't help but smile: "Pengju, you look so funny now..."
He had no idea that his eyebrows had been singed and he had become an "eyebrowless person". Only when he was touched by her soft hands did he know the reason. Seeing her smiling so happily, he also grinned, and his whole body felt like It doesn't hurt as much anymore.
He slowly moved his arms, and his almost numb arms gradually gained some strength. He followed her example and touched her crescent-shaped eyebrows. The two of them crossed their hands and touched each other's eyebrows. It looked like their movements were so weird. .
Hua Rong snorted again: "Are my eyebrows still there?"
"Yeah, still there."
"Hehe, Pengju, are you going to find me burned in the fire?"
He nodded.
"I knew that was the case. Look, there are eight injuries on my body. It will take at least half a year to recover."
He raised his eyebrows, but they had no eyebrows, which made his look even more ridiculous: "No way, right?"
… …
"Well, half a year is half a year. As long as I can stay alive, it's not bad." She was sincerely happy. As long as everyone is still alive, it is better than anything else. With a smile, it turns out that she is becoming more and more greedy for life and afraid of death. In fact, who is really wanna die
It's just that it's hard to avoid losing your son.
He and his wife looked at each other with the same mood. Although they had only been together for more than a year, they already had a deep relationship with this child. The child's little laughter and laughter brought them so much happiness, especially Hua Rong. During those days when she was recuperating from her injuries, she made him laugh every day and spent a lot of lonely and depressed time. For this reason, she specially went to practice knitting, which she had never been interested in, and sewed clothes and hats for her children herself. Unexpectedly, they parted overnight. , I don’t know when we’ll see each other again.
Hua Rong sighed: "I hope Jin Wushu will always treat him well."
Yue Pengju also sighed: "I'm not worried about this. Jin Wushu always treats his children sincerely. He will never treat him poorly."
Yue Pengju was also smiling. Because he had no eyebrows, his smile was also very weird. His hand, which could already be turned, gently slid down his wife's cheek, rested on her soft neck, and then moved down slightly. It had been too long. , such a beautiful body, a body that I am familiar with, although I am as familiar as I am familiar with myself, I feel a heartbeat at this moment.
Hua Rong's cheeks turned red, she patted his hand gently and whispered to him: "Where is your wound..."