Hua Rong ran forward like crazy in the dark night, with only the whistling of the wind in his ears. He shot two arrows in a row, his horse's legs flashed, and he screamed and fell to the ground. It turned out that the pursuers behind him saw that the distance was getting farther and farther. Unable to care, he fired arrows continuously, shooting people first and the horse. The horse screamed and fell to the ground on its front legs. Hua Rong held the child, turned over, and was thrown to the ground so hard that stars appeared in her eyes. She looked up She lay down and the child fell into her arms, crying loudly in pain.
She struggled to get up from the ground. Although her whole body felt like falling apart, she still held on, knowing that once she fell, her son would not be able to save her. She hugged her son and finally stood up. Just after running two steps, a big knife appeared. It has been chopped down, splitting the little tiger's head straight from the front.
She lowered her head to protect her son, and the blade of the blade grazed her face, and a burst of hot blood splashed out. She could not feel the pain at all. She could only hear her son's horrified cry: "Mom... Mom..." He seemed to have understood what he was about to suffer. Terrible misfortune, he kept shouting until his voice became hoarse.
Another blow came, and Hua Rong was unable to run away. He only hugged his son tightly and turned around with all his strength, letting his vest catch the blow...
Almost in the blink of an eye, she heard the cry so clearly: "Sister Seventeen..." Then, someone protected her with his body, and the pressure on the vest suddenly eased. She was ecstatic, staggering, and almost fell to the ground again, but Being pulled into my arms by a big hand, I felt so reassured and safe: "Sister Seventeen, I'm back..."
Yue Pengju waved his spear, killing and slashing everyone he saw. Soon, the ground was littered with corpses. Killing, killing, killing, until there was silence in the air, screams, wails, screams... they were all gone, only in the air. The smell of blood flowed all around.
"Sister Seventeen..."
"Abba, Abba... Mom, Mom..."
"Pengju..."
The three of them hugged each other tightly. Little Hutou was so breathless by his father that he chuckled: "Dad... beat the bad guys... there are bad guys..."
Although she was extremely frightened, Hua Rong couldn't help but be happy that her family was finally together. At this moment, what she was thinking about was, life or death, what does it matter
The soldier Ma Chao came over and said in a low voice: "Mr. Yue, all the thieves have been killed and the bodies have been thrown aside. These people are all strangers and I can't tell where they came from."
Yue Pengju nodded, hugged his son, held his wife's hand tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Let's find a place to rest first."
"yes."
The crowd retreated a few miles and lit a fire in the innermost room of a ruined temple. After meeting his wife and children, Yue Pengju temporarily changed his mind and stopped rushing home.
With his hands wet and wet, Yue Pengju used the firelight to see the blood on his wife's left face, a mark scratched by a blade, her hair disheveled, and her body covered in dirt and dust. Hua Rong had no idea that the joy of meeting her husband suddenly made her so happy. He completely ignored the pain in his body, and his son was safe and sound. What could be more pleasurable than this
Yue Pengju turned to her side and wiped the blood and dust from her face, feeling heartbroken: "Sister Seventeen, you are injured..."
Hua Rong smiled sweetly, gently touched his hand that was wiping her cheek, and said softly: "It doesn't hurt, it's not serious, I didn't even feel it..."
Yue Pengju wiped the wound for her, and a soldier handed her gauze and plaster. Yue Pengju wiped and bandaged her wound. His heart felt like a knife. He lived a heroic life, but unexpectedly his wife and children were hunted down and they had no way out.
The soldiers lit a fire and heated up some dry food and boiled some water. Everyone was thirsty and hungry and ate some food randomly. Yue Pengju ordered everyone to light another fire outside and build a bed on the ground to rest. He and his wife sat around the fire and watched. The gradually dimming fire.
The little tiger head experienced the fright in the middle of the night, but it seemed not to be affected at all. He quickly breathed evenly in his father's arms. Hua Rong leaned on his shoulder, not sleepy. After a while, he spoke in a low voice: "Peng Ju , it's 'him', it's 'him' who kills us! 'He' wants to kill his son first, and then he will kill you."
"I know it's 'him'."
"At first I thought it was the fourth prince..."
"No, definitely not the Fourth Prince!" Yue Pengju was very sure, "The Fourth Prince is arrogant and arrogant. What he wants is for me to die in his hands. This can be regarded as a deterrent to other generals who are fighting against the Jin Dynasty to warn them. , I can dominate 'him' and give 'him' orders. The Fourth Prince will never kill us personally."
He understands Jin Wushu just as Jin Wushu understands him. Enemies all know each other's enemies, but they can never understand the "king and father" - the king, the minister, the minister, the father and the son. The so-called "benevolent king" is often more terrifying than the enemy. Thousands of times.
Hua Rong couldn't bear it any longer and snuggled into her husband's arms, with tears streaming down her face and choked with sobs: "Peng Ju, our husband and wife were passionate about fighting against the Jin soldiers, but we didn't expect to reach this point..."
"Sister Seventeen, it's all my fault. When I lived in seclusion in Donglin Temple, I should have left completely. I don't regret dying, but what should you, mother and son, do?"
Hua Rong felt even more sad when she heard her husband's sad voice. Pengju had fought bloody battles all his life and had never done anything wrong. He was full of passion to regain the mountains and rivers and drive away foreign aggression. But the weather never fails, and Yingjie is like this. He is so talented. By the time a man is at his most vigorous, he has reached the end of his rope.
The two hugged each other and cried. After a while, Yue Pengju calmed down first, held his wife in his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Sister Seventeen, since 'he' has been the killer, I'm afraid he won't even be exiled. He will definitely take our lives. You go first, and every one who can leave counts..."
Hua Rong burst into tears: "No! Once you come back, I won't leave. Whether life or death, I will be with you."
His voice was gentle: "Sister Seventeen, listen to me once. This time, you must leave first."
She cried bitterly: "Pengju, if you are not here, what is the point of my life?"
Yue Pengju suppressed the great pain in his heart. With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for? His voice was gentler: "Sister Seventeen, if you can leave, I won't have anything to worry about. If our family of three is in Lin'an, we will definitely die. If you and Hutou leave first, I still have a chance. A way out..."
"What chance of survival do you have? As long as Zhang Xian and the others are imprisoned, you will never leave. Pengju, I know this, so please stop lying to me..."
Yue Pengju gently hugged her shoulders: "Sister Seventeen, there is no end to the road. This time, you must listen to my arrangements. We must first ensure that our son will not be harmed... "
Hua Rong heard that what he said made sense, and hesitated for a moment. After all, she didn't want her son to suffer an unpredictable tragedy. She asked in a low voice with tears in her eyes: "This world is so big, where can I go?"
Yue Pengju had thought about this question countless times along the way. The world is so big, could it be the king's land? Where can the fugitives go? Luda of Donglin Temple naturally cannot escape the court's search range. Not only is it not safe, but he will also be implicated. Another person who is absolutely trustworthy is King Qin. And his sea area is beyond the reach of the court's power. The place.
"Sister Seventeen, go find King Qin."
She was shocked and shook her head reflexively: "No, no!"
Yue Peng raised his big hand and gently stroked his wife's hair: "Sister Seventeen, listen to me. 'He' was frightened after escaping from the sea. He will never dare to return to the sea in his life. The world is so big, I I dare not say that King Qin is the only one worthy of trust, but he is definitely the only one who is truly safe."
How could Hua Rong not know? However, Lin'an is still quite far away from the nearest sea area. Who knows what will happen every time I go there? Pengju, can he wait until the day he returns
His tone was firm: "Sister Seventeen, you must listen to my arrangements."
Hua Rong also slowly calmed down and said word by word: "Pengju, I promise you. However, after I send my son away, I will come back immediately. You must wait for me."
Yue Pengju had nothing to say at this point. He knew his wife's temperament well. If he refused, she would definitely refuse to leave, so he nodded and said with a smile: "Sister Seventeen, I will definitely wait for you. But without further delay, you must immediately Just leave."
"this… "
"His attempted murder failed, and he will definitely not let it go. To prevent any unexpected events, you must leave immediately."
"But what do you do?"
"Don't worry. If he wants to kill me, he has to find some decent charges for me. It's impossible for him to kill me right away as soon as I return to Lin'an. Like a cat catching a mouse, there will definitely be some play. Otherwise, there will be a lot of fun at the beginning. He won't send me to Chuzhou. He has always flaunted his bad sex with women but was ruthless, flaunted his benevolence but killed innocent people indiscriminately. In order to show his benevolence, filial piety and emperor's kindness, he would not go to the last moment. Diao Jian, otherwise, he will not send people to assassinate you tonight, but will arrest you openly. 'He' is eager to kill Hutou, and it is nothing more than forcing me. When I return to Lin'an, 'he' will not pursue you mother and son too much for the time being. whereabouts."
At this time, Hua Rong was completely helpless and had no choice but to follow her husband's arrangements. Yue Pengju summoned his two most trusted soldiers, whispered a few words to Ma Chao, and took out a letter of silver: "You must escort my wife to arrive safely."
"yes."
At this time, Ma Chao had already carried the little tiger's head on his back. In order to prevent him from crying in the middle of the night, Hua Rong had to cruelly cover his mouth with a piece of cloth as a mask. When he was ready, two soldiers mounted their horses and went out first. Hua Rong held her husband's hand. With tears streaming down his hands, he suddenly regretted: "Pengju, I won't leave, I won't leave... If we want to die, we will die together..."
Yue Pengju also shed tears: "Sister Seventeen, I promise you that I will wait for you to come back alive. Don't worry."
The two hugged each other for a long time. After a long time, Yue Pengju pushed her away and said cruelly: "Sister Seventeen, leave quickly."
"No, just ask Ma Chao and the others to send the tiger head to King Qin..."
"They can't find anyone at all. Sister Seventeen, you must go in person..."
Hua Rong was still struggling, but he had already picked him up and put him on the horse. Yue Peng gave the horse a heavy slap on its butt, and the horse rushed out. At this time, the sky in the east was already filled with white fish belly. Hua Rong wiped away her tears on the horse. , looking back, she saw her husband's blurred figure still waving from a distance, telling her to rest assured.
"Pengju, if you wait for me, you must wait for my return!"
She stopped crying, wiped away her tears and ran after Ma Chao in front of her. Anger spread like the cold wind in the early morning: Zhao Deji, who in the world is a bigger culprit than Zhao Deji? Kill Zhao Deji, you must kill him!