Zhao Deji suddenly turned around and saw a woman's face in the incense smoke surrounding the Buddha statue. Beside her, a long bright lamp flickered. Zhao Deji followed the light and saw that it turned out to be Wanwan's spiritual tablet. He didn't know what it was. Why, he was shocked when he thought of Wanwan's tragic death.
Hua Rong slowly walked out of the light and said in a faint voice: "Your Majesty, Hua Rong is just here to burn a stick of incense for Princess Wanwan and pray that her soul can rest in peace in heaven. Her murderer is at large. Alas, what can she do? Can you rest in peace?" Her voice was faint, desperate and angry in this dark and cold Buddhist hall.
Zhao Deji was speechless for a moment, and his tone couldn't help but soften: "Rong'er, you are here. It's good to be here..." He stretched out his hand impatiently, trying to take her hand. Hua Rong took a step forward, and under the Queen Mother's touch, Kneeling down in front of the spiritual tablet: "Rong'er and the Queen Mother once shared the hardships during the Miao and Liu rebellions. Now, the Queen Mother, Wanwan, and old friends are almost gone... Who should leave first in the next step?"
There was a row of long lanterns, all lit for the Zhao family royal family, ancestors, relatives and elders. Zhao Deji took a step back and watched Hua Rong slowly stand up from the futon, clasping his hands together, with a faint glow on his face. Jade color.
His mind was in turmoil, and a desire heated up in his body. The strong desire for his son and the fantasy of "majesty" took over. He suppressed the anger just now, softened his voice, and said somewhat to please: "Rong'er, I'm so grateful. I haven’t seen you since, so I wanted to come and have a look..."
He actually said such words shamelessly in front of Tianwei. Hua Rong sneered in her heart, knowing that this wolf in sheep's clothing had completely taken off his disguise and revealed his ferocious face.
Tianwei cried and said: "The Nu family and Mrs. Yue pray for Brother Jiu day and night, so that a prince will be born soon. I will have someone to succeed me in the Song Dynasty..."
All problems are insignificant compared to "having a son". To have a son, to have a son - Zhao Deji was tortured by this wonderful desire and was almost in a state of ecstasy. Moreover, he had already determined in his heart that if he wanted to have a son in this life, he would definitely get it. Hua Rong, subconsciously, did not dare to offend her at all, and said hurriedly: "Tianwei, I wrongly blamed you. Rong'er, as soon as the fast is over, I will consider a proper placement for you. As long as you can satisfy me, I will I will definitely not treat you badly..."
"The Queen Mother will protect Your Majesty!"
When Zhao Deji heard her answer without thinking, he couldn't continue for a moment. He looked at the Buddhist hall again and felt that the Queen Mother was really looking at him with wide eyes behind the gloomy curtain. He felt an inexplicable fear in his heart. , in front of the Buddhist hall, in front of the Empress Dowager's tomb, exposing his shamelessness so nakedly, after all, he felt lingering fear in his heart. He didn't want to stay any longer, and just wanted to leave here quickly, as if he felt uncomfortable if he stayed for a while longer.
"Rong'er, Tianwei, I'm going back to the palace first."
"Farewell to Your Majesty."
As soon as Zhao Deji left, Tianwei went to close the door in person. When she turned around, she almost collapsed on the ground. Hua Rong helped her up and said calmly: "Princess, please take care of yourself."
Tianwei came back to her senses slightly: "Mrs. Yue, where are you going?"
Hua Rong saw Zhao Deji with a fierce look on his face several times today. Thinking of his son at home, he was afraid that something might happen to him, so he didn't dare to stay any longer. He said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid of something happening at home. Princess, I'm leaving first."
"Mrs. Yue, what will happen if Brother Ninth comes back again?"
"He has already become suspicious. Whether he comes back or not, the result will be the same."
Hua Rong settled the princess and immediately rode home without hesitation.
The cold wind blew through the night, and the citizens of Lin'an City, who had been bragging all day and complaining and scolding the traitor Qin Hui who had been negotiating for peace talks for a whole day, had already fallen asleep. The streets and alleys were silent on the dark eve of the humiliating peace talks that the empire was about to usher in.
Hua Rong waved his riding whip. In the distance, "Yiyuan" was quiet in the dark night. She reined in her horse slightly and breathed a sigh of relief. A black shadow flashed out from a tall bush next to her and said sarcastically: " Hua Rong, are you going to accompany Zhao Deji? "
Hua Rong swung his whip, and Jin Wushu was already prepared and flashed aside. There were a few faint stars, two lonely figures, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet.
Jin Wushu spoke again: "This prince thought you were pure and pure, but who would have thought that you would become the tool for Zhao Deji, a man who desires to have a son? Hahaha, Hua Rong, is this the end of your loyal Zhao Deji?"
Hua Rong smiled instead of being angry. Jin Wushu was stunned for a moment: "Why are you laughing?"
"I want your life..." Before she could say the word, she raised her bow and struck at Jin Wushu, "Shameless dog thief, you are as shameless as Zhao Deji..."
Jin Wushu could no longer dodge this time and received a slap on his left chest. He took a step back heavily. Hua Rong, like a mad tiger, took another step forward. He jumped off his horse, drew out his saber and slashed away, cursing as he slashed: "Jin Wushu, what kind of hatred do you and I have? Why do you want to deliberately harm me like this? I will die with you today..."
Jin Wushu struggled to resist and said loudly: "It was shameless Zhao Deji who harmed you, not me!"
"It's you, you harmed my husband, harmed me..."
"That's right, I proposed to kill Yue Pengju before we can negotiate for peace. But if Zhao Deji doesn't kill him, who can force him? Hahaha, Hua Rong, you and your wife are not even as good as a dog in Zhao Deji's eyes. I only blame you two. You are short-sighted and work for a shameless and despicable king. This is the end you deserve... I heard from Wang Junhua that Zhao Deji has been planning on you for a long time, and Yue Pengju is not dead yet, so he dares to declare you to the palace. You are so shameless. It's rare in the world... Hahaha, is this what you call courtesy and justice in the Song Dynasty? I think he is worse than a beast, hahaha..."
Hua Rong gritted his teeth and trembled with anger. Jin Wushu jumped a few steps away and suddenly his expression changed: "Hua Rong, you are still entangled with me needlessly. Take a look at your home..."
Hua Rong turned around and was shocked. He saw the northeast corner of "Yiyuan" with flames and smoke billowing into the sky. This was his living room. Because Yiyuan was too big and there were not many people at home, in order to concentrate on safety, Hua Rong So he arranged the living room in the attic on the east side. Li Yian lived in one room, and he and his son Hutou lived in the next room.
Her voice trembled, and she could barely form a sentence: "Evil thief, how dare you send someone to kill my son? Crazy evil thief..."
"Hua Rong, you are so arrogant..."
She no longer cared about Jin Wushu, got on her horse, and ran home quickly, her heart beating like a drum, with only one terrible thought flashing through her mind: "Nothing can happen to my son..."
At this time, the gate of Yiyuan has been opened, and the servants are fetching water to put out the fire. She yelled: "Tiger head, tiger head..."
"Mrs. Yue, the young master..."
"Where's the tiger head?" She didn't care to answer and rushed towards the East Pavilion like crazy. In the firelight, she saw Li Yian stumbling out with the little tiger head in his arms. Hua Rong rushed forward, jumped off the horse and hugged him. He stopped his son and was about to help Li Yian when he heard the cold wind blowing in the darkness. Li Yian screamed: "Sister Seventeen, go quickly... hurry..."
The little tiger's head was tied with a backpack. She grabbed her son and carried it on her back. "Sister Seventeen, leave quickly. Just leave and never come back again..."
Hua Rong had no time to speak. Li Yian fell to the ground. In the dark night, two sharp swords struck from both sides. Hua Rong was frightened and immediately realized that the target was his son. Two soldiers chased him. Come and shout: "You bold thief dares to assassinate Mr. Yue in his home..."
The two were killed and retreated, but in the dark, several men in black soon came to kill. The servants who were busy rescuing the people also rushed back, and a melee soon began.
Li Yian struggled to stand up: "Sister Seventeen, go quickly... hurry... they want to kill Xiao Hutou, not others, you leave quickly..."
Hua Rong hesitated a little, hugged his son, jumped on the horse, and ordered his soldiers from a distance: "Protect layman Yi An..."
"I am a lonely old woman. I don't need protection. You go and protect the little tiger head. Hurry..."
Hua Rong pinched the horse's belly fiercely. In desperation, he immediately hugged his son to protect his chest. The child was buried in his mother's chest and cried out in shock: "Mom, mom..."
Hua Rong hugged him with one arm and pulled the horse's reins with the other. He roared like crazy and rushed out of the gate. Behind him, the pursuers' horses hooves came with a clatter.
If, as Li Yian said, the main target of these people is the little tiger head, not other people, otherwise, they would have shot themselves into hedgehogs by shooting arrows in the back. Hua Rong thought of this and did not dare to take it lightly. On the contrary , she was so anxious that she had no idea, and there was only one thought in her mind, even if she died without a whole body, she would still save her son's life. She didn't care about the direction or the distance, she only knew to rush forward in the dark night, and then forward, As if if you keep running like this, you will be safe...
"Pengju, Pengju, save me, save my son..." She shouted loudly in her heart, but she couldn't shout or cry. She could only hold her bow and arrow tightly to protect her son, knowing that she could not let anyone She had to attack him head-on, otherwise, her son would not be saved. She beat the horse with all her strength. She had never dealt with such a heavy blow. She just wished that the horse had wings and could fly.
There was a blurry black figure in front of her, and she had forgotten her fear. She screamed and rushed over: "Jin Wushu, you despicable villain..."
"It's not me! You should know who wants to kill your son!"
"It's you, the same raccoon dog..."
She was frantic but did not dare to tangle with Jin Wushu anymore. She could only run for her life because the people behind her were already chasing her. The black shadow got out of the way, but her horse could not hold back and rushed over, leaving the black shadow far away. Behind. Immediately, the black shadow flashed to the side again, and seven or eight masked men rushed up. There was a forked road in front, and the leader shouted: "Where are the people going?"
"left?"
"right?"
"Split into two groups. We must kill that little bastard."
"yes."
…
The sound of the horse's hooves disappeared, and Jin Wushu emerged from behind the bushes. He took a few steps forward and looked at the sky-high fire in the garden in front of him with dismay. Who else but Zhao Deji could carry out such a vicious attack? Presumably it was Hua Rong who failed to make his plan come true. Now, he wanted to kill her son first to show off his power. Even Jin Wushu was horrified by Zhao Deji's shamelessness at this moment. He wanted to kill Yue Pengju and Yue Pengju's son. Hua Rong was left alone and allowed to be played with by him? Zhao Deji had such a cruel idea.
The rabbit dies and the dog cooks, and the bird disappears and the bow is hidden. This has been true since ancient times. Zong Han, Gu Shen and other powerful generals of the Jin Dynasty will die, and Yue Pengju of the Song Dynasty will also die. A minister, no matter how high and powerful he is, cannot escape the palm of the emperor. .If you want to control your own destiny, you must be the master of the Ninth Five-Year Plan! He said to himself and smiled very proudly: "Yue Pengju, this is the difference between me and you. Your destiny is controlled by others, while my destiny is controlled by myself. It's a pity that Hua Rong doesn't understand this truth, so he follows you in vain. Die."
This woman is going to die eventually.
But, why do I still feel sad because she is going to die
Love, love!
It's a pity that she loves someone else.
Forget it, let Zhao Deji support their family of three, and they will not feel lonely if they have company on the road to Huangquan.