The benevolence of a Hua Rong woman can only be Hua Rong.
He Ci kills people while talking and laughing, so he is the Wolf Lord.
In the Song Dynasty, Zhao Deji, Qin Hui and his ministers were all the same, despicable regardless of race or country. He felt shuddered in his heart, thinking of Yu Wenxuzhong, this old thief, how could he have changed into such a despicable person at such a young age if he hadn't been the one who made the plans and assassinated the assassin. To be so ruthless
After Zong Han's death, He Ci naturally did not dare to announce that he was killed by Yi. Instead, he publicized that he died of illness. The court also mourned Zong Han grandly and gave him a Taibao, three provinces, and the king of Jin's memorial. At the same time, he was posthumously named Zhou King of Song Dynasty.
Zong Han's death was extremely tragic, and the more glorious it was, the more scared Jin Wushu was. These days, he was almost at home, thanking guests behind closed doors, and only played with his son. Especially Puluhu, who had a personal relationship with Jin Wushu Yes, despite repeated invitations, Jin Wushu always declined politely. He knew that Zong Qian's next target was Puluhu, so he did not dare to get too close to him.
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When Puluhu declined his invitation for the fifth time, he finally realized something was wrong and went to Jin Wushu's mansion.
The snow was very thick, and Jin Wushu accompanied his son to play in the snow. Since returning "home" this time, little Lu Wenlong is no longer as lively as before. He is now six or seven years old and somewhat sensible. He has witnessed Ah Dad always thought that mom was dead because of his behavior towards mom. On this day, he asked as usual: "Where is mom? Where is mom?"
Jin Wushu was about to answer, but he saw Puluhu rushing in with murderous intent, followed by the panting housekeeper. Apparently because he couldn't stop him, he looked at Jin Wushu anxiously and shouted: "Fourth Prince..."
Puruhu put his hand on the sword on his waist. Most Jin people are straightforward, and he didn't know how to beat around the bush. He said loudly: "Wushu, what do you mean by avoiding me everywhere?"
Jin Wushu ordered two maids to take his son down, and then smiled: "Okay, since you are here, I will accompany you today."
Puluhu angrily followed him into the house.
The two sat down on the hot bed, which was as warm as spring. The servant brought two large jars of wine brewed by the Jin people. Jin Wushu didn't say hello, so Puluhu poured a large bowl and drank it all in one gulp before glaring at Jin. Wu Shu: "Fourth Prince, what do you mean? Why did you avoid me as soon as you came back? Are you unhappy?"
Jin Wushu smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand.
Pruhu looked at the thumb and index finger on his right hand that had been cut off at the root, leaving only three bare fingers. He had never seen such a hand before, and he felt it was extremely weird.
He glared: "So what? Injuries are commonplace..."
Jin Wushu sighed: "But, my injury..."
"Did Song Zhu hurt you?"
Jin Wushu nodded.
"Why is Song Zhu so powerful?"
Jin Wushu said as if nothing had happened: "Yue Pengju!"
In recent years, Yue Pengju has become the most troublesome Song general in the Jin army. Puluhu naturally knows his name, so he is no longer surprised to see that he was killed by Yue Pengju.
Seeing that his eyes were dull and rude, Pruhu understood that it was indeed a big trouble for the brave Fourth Prince to lose his right hand. He scratched his head and said, "I thought you had something to do with me." It's a grudge, my brother, if that's the case, I won't blame you."
This was also Jin Wushu's idea. He had always been on good terms with Puluhu. After Zong Han died, he felt even more sad that a rabbit had died and a fox had died. Seeing that Zong Qian and others had vaguely targeted Puluhu next, because Puluhu had once Zong Qian and others were always worried about being the wolf master. Jin Wushu wanted to give him some advice and let him save his life. But after thinking about it, there was no way to get the best of both worlds.
Sure enough, Puluhu said angrily: "After Zong Han died, Zong Qian now has all the power. Everything is controlled by He Ci and Yu Wenxuzhong. The three of them discussed and excluded me..."
Jin Wushu was silent for a while and then said: "I think this old guy in Yu Wenxuzhong is indeed a bit troublesome."
Puruhu slapped the table: "I have long disliked this old guy. It's best to find an opportunity to kill him."
Jin Wushu wanted someone to kill Yu Wenxuzhong, but he kept his cool and cleverly changed the topic. At this time, Pruhu did not realize that his situation was already very delicate. He spoke excitedly, After pouring down most of the jar of wine, he happily prepared to stand up and say goodbye.
Just as he was about to get off the kang, he suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "Wushu, I got a dozen beauties from the Khitan Xiao family last month, and I will send four of them to you."
"Then I won't be polite."
Pruhu was very proud: "I made the king a king and also gave the first lady the title of princess. Now you are also the king of Yue. Who are you going to give the title of princess to?"
This question puzzled Jin Wushu, who couldn't answer it for a while.
He pondered for a moment before saying, "Let's talk about it later."
Puluhu thought he was still depressed about Yelv Guanyin, so he stopped mentioning it and left drunkenly.
As soon as he left, Jin Wushu returned to the room and heard his son crying.
He frowned. These days, because Hua Rong and the wet nurse were not around, his son often cried. When he walked in, he saw Lu Wenlong sitting on the kang, crying non-stop. No matter how much the temporary wet nurse took care of him, he could not help but cry. listen.
When the wet nurse saw him coming in, she looked panicked and said, "Fourth Prince, the little prince is a little feverish..."
He waved her back, sat next to his son, hugged him, and first touched his forehead, which was slightly hot. Because of this burst of crying, his face turned red and he coughed.
He gently touched his son's back to make him calm down. When the child saw his father, he opened his eyes wide, hugged his neck, and cried: "Dad, I don't want them, I don't want them..."
Naturally, he was referring to the temporary wet nurse and so on.
Jin Wushu said warmly: "Okay, son, I will find another wet nurse for you."
The child's little hands were waving wildly: "No, no, no, no, I just want my mother..."
"Son, what's wrong?"
"Mom, I want mom. Dad, where is mom? Is mom dead?"
"Mom is fine and not dead."
"Dad, you lied to me. I saw you beating mom with my own eyes... Why did you hit mom?"
Jin Wushu hugged his son tightly and sighed, feeling very regretful and unable to face his son's innocent questioning. Yes, why did he hit his "mother"? Was it because of that slap that he completely severed all ties
He was very sad, especially in such a desolate and lonely day, and he needed comfort. That kind of spiritual comfort could never be brought by a random and beautiful concubine. It must be someone who understands himself and his situation. Only women can share the burden.
Is there any woman in the world who understands her situation better than Hua Rong, who has fought all the way through a hail of bullets
If Hua Rong is here!
If she was with her son, he could at least tell her what was on his mind. Even if he didn't say anything, at least he would still have the same warmth as when she was making tea with her bare hands.
He sighed deeply in his heart, and when he saw his son crying so much, he became even more depressed. He just hugged his son and kept coaxing him: "Be good, daddy will take you hunting tomorrow..."
Lu Wenlong naturally refused and still cried: "I don't want to hunt, I want my mother..."
He has had a wet nurse by his side all these years, and then Hua Rong. Hua Rong, in particular, treats him as her own child, doting on him more than the average biological mother. Now, there is no one he knows well around him, and the little child, He felt very lonely. In the past, every time he asked, his father would always stare. Today, when he saw his father not staring, he simply cried like a baby: "I must have my mother, and I don't want anyone else..."
Jin Wushu was going to be angry, but seeing that his son was obviously losing weight these days, he also knew that it was because he lost his mother and the familiar wet nurse, and the Jurchen woman did not understand the child's habits. He found a general He was a Han slave, and he was worried. He was in such a dilemma, and he felt very distressed when he touched his son's face.
He wiped the tears on his son's face and coaxed him softly: "Son, be good..."
The child's cry became a little quieter, and he sobbed and asked: "Mom, where is mom..."
He was almost guaranteeing: "Mom is fine. Son, in the future my father will go to war and take you back. You may still be able to see her..."
The child was dubious, so he grabbed his father's hand, but seeing his disabled hand, he asked childishly: "Dad, what's wrong with your hand?"
He asked Jin Wushu this question several times, but Jin Wushu didn't answer. He didn't know how to mention it to his son, let alone how to tell his son that his mother had cut off his hand.
"Dad, can you still hunt with your hands like this?"
"able!"
"Which bad guy cut it for you?"
He laughed and said, "Dad accidentally injured himself."
The child looked suspicious. Although he was young, he naturally did not believe that someone would do this to his hands. However, he was young after all. He heard his father tell other interesting things and forgot to ask. The attraction was completely over. other aspects.
Jin Wushu finally managed to put his son to sleep, but he himself felt sleepy. That night, he lay next to his son and fell asleep with his arms around him.
In the middle of the night, he could hear the whistling north wind coming in through the cracks in the closed door, like wild beasts roaring in the mountains. He had been used to hearing this since he was a child, but this night was different in every way, always feeling vaguely ominous. Premonition. He tightened his crippled right hand again, touched his son's sleeping face, and gave a wry smile. He had never thought that the fourth prince, who could carry a cauldron, could only coax his son to sleep at home, and in the political whirlpool of the Jin Kingdom Stay here, wait and see what happens, and protect yourself wisely to avoid the next violent storm coming down on you.
After struggling until almost dawn, he closed his eyes in a daze, and suddenly thought of a question: Hua Rong still had his death-free iron coupon. If he asked her for it, would she give it back to him
In other words, if she knew what it was, would she return it to herself
After receiving the news of Zong Han's death, Shanman started the second most powerful curse in his life. He held a wooden staff with a pig-killing knife tied to it. This was his wizard's belongings. He held He walked to the courtyard with a wooden stick, put the two long braids on his head around his neck, faced the direction of the palace, and began to sing a sad and sad mantra in Jurchen language:
One corner of the thorn points to the sky, the other to the underground cow, and an unnamed horse. It has a flower face when viewed from the front, a white tail when viewed from the back, and left and right wings when viewed from the side.
As he sang, he scratched the ground with the sharp knife on the head of his staff. He finished singing Wolf Lord, and then sang others:
One corner of Zongqian points to the sky, the other to the underground cow, and an unnamed horse. It has a flower face when viewed from the front, a white tail when viewed from the back, and left and right wings when viewed from the side.
One corner of the Puluhu tiger points to the sky, the other point points to the underground cow, and there is also an unnamed horse. It has a flower face when viewed from the front, a white tail when viewed from the back, and left and right wings when viewed from the side.
One corner of Wu Shu points to the sky, one corner points to the underground cow, and there is also an unnamed horse with a flowered face when viewed from the front, a white tail when viewed from the back, and left and right wings when viewed from the side.
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