"Okay, you go down first. This prince will consider this matter as soon as possible." Although his expression remained the same, Wang Junhua no longer dared to act coquettishly like before. Even the desire that had been accumulated for a long time disappeared. She stood up and bowed again. Shen said: "This painting boat is from the slave family to honor the fourth prince. Please accept it."
"Okay, it's too difficult for you. Go down. You and your wife don't have to worry about being prime minister for life."
"Thank you, Fourth Prince."
She asked Jin Wushu's complexion to improve, and asked coquettishly: "Fourth Prince, Qin Hui is absolutely sure about Yue Pengju."
"Okay, good job."
This compliment revived her hope: "What about Hua Rong?"
Hua Rong? ! Hua Rong should have watched her son being killed in the fire, and soon, she saw her husband being killed! Someone else's wife should be punished like this. This is her own choice, isn't it
"Let's talk about Hua Rong when the time comes. You will definitely be satisfied with her fate."
When Wang Junhua met his eyes, it was a woman's intuition that the fourth prince really hated that woman and wanted her to die. She did not hide her joy, hugged Jin Wushu and kissed him on the face: "Thank you, fourth prince." Prince, I will serve you as your ox and your horse for the rest of my life."
Jin Wushu laughed loudly: "I know your loyalty."
As soon as Wang Junhua left, Jin Wushu no longer had the heart to sing and dance. When he walked to the side of the boat, it was already dark, and the singing and dancing in the West Lake were gradually fading away. He was about to let people pull the boat to the shore when he suddenly heard a thin and faint singing voice. .
The chilling cicadas are mournful. It's late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. I am nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging me to go. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, I am speechless and choked. Thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk mist sinks in the vast sky.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times. It is even more shameful to leave the Qingqiu Festival in the cold. Where can I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and beautiful scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can I tell them.
The tune was sung a cappella, and because it had no modifications, it was even more sentimental and saddening. He had admired the southern culture all his life and had appreciated the beautiful voiceless voices of southern singers and dancers. On such a night in a foreign country, a person listens quietly, as if she is a fisherman girl, a girl with a veil, singing at will, light, flowing water and breeze, as thin as clouds, singing with the most essence of human beings, with the most true feelings of a woman come out.
Passionate feelings have been saddened by separation since ancient times. Who is this singing girl missing in her
Seeing how dark the night was, he couldn't help but make the boat go in the direction of the sound.
However, the sound was like a bewitching will-o'-the-wisp, flickering on and off, fading and disappearing. Every time he got closer, he always found that the sound was still a little ahead, just a little bit away, but it could not reach the shore. At this time, his mind had already I was completely attracted by the singing, as if there was a power to confuse people in the dark night.
Wu Qimai and others who followed him felt that something was wrong and tried to persuade him: "Fourth Prince, it's late at night, it's better to go back. I will ask someone to inquire about it immediately, and I can send it to the mansion tomorrow..."
He waved his hand. Wu Qimai and others looked around and found nothing unusual. The fourth prince was active in the Song Dynasty, so he would not take it lightly. He also knew that Qin Hui sent a large number of dead soldiers to protect him along the way. Behind them, an inconspicuous boat, It was filled with strong bows and crossbows. He thought that everything was infallible, so he stopped trying to persuade him.
Finally, the boat arrived under an unusually quiet willow embankment. As soon as the boat docked, Jin Wushu couldn't wait to get off the boat. Wu Qimai and others then waited and observed. It was indeed just a fisherman's hut, and there was nothing unusual around it. .
Deep in the shade, there was a hut, maybe it was the fisherman's poor wife, maybe it was an ignorant village girl. As if he had been poisoned, he was attracted by the voice, which made him feel sad and intoxicated:
After so many years, it should be a mere display of good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell me...
The style, the style of the Song Dynasty, the style of the West Lake, the style of the night girl, are like a huge magnetic field. With countless calculations, who has the power
A candle flame was extinguished, and a slender figure was sitting in front of a large basin, bending down to tidy up the lively fish—perhaps she would pick them to go to the market to make a living tomorrow. She had a slim figure and long hair. He lowered his head, completely forgetting himself, singing softly, catching a red carp in his hand, immersed in the joy of a good harvest...
Jin Wushu walked over slowly: "Girl..."
As soon as the word "Mother" came out of his mouth, he suddenly felt something bad. A spear came from behind. He rolled on the ground in the middle of a hurry. Fang Tian drew his halberd and took action. In his haste, a big gash was cut on his back.
Wu Qimai and others realized something was wrong and were about to rush forward, but they heard a loud shout: "Whoever dares to take a step forward, kill him immediately..."
Jin Wushu waved his hand and everyone retreated.
The singing "fisherman girl" stood up leisurely, wearing green clothes and red clothes, with her hair fluttering, and a smile on her face: "Fourth Prince, we have been waiting for you for a long time, you are really late..."
She actually still maintained that lingering voice, every word, as if she was singing. She shook her head gently: "Well, if Wang Junhua hadn't led the way, it would have been difficult for us to find you. Lin'an is actually not that big, but you still hide So good…”
Hua Rong can sing, and she can actually sing like this. This woman is a monster, the nemesis of his life. Jin Wushu hissed: "Hua Rong, you actually designed to harm me?!"
Hua Rong laughed. She found it incredible that Jin Wushu could speak with such a "grieved" expression. This man was an actor, a born actor. Whenever he was in desperate situations, he would make such an expression, as if he himself I really owe him a huge favor. However, when he tried every means to kill Pengju, when he tortured and slapped himself, when he showed off his power in Yiyuan and admired the fire in Yiyuan... When all his evil deeds were revealed, he would It's another expression.
The passionate young man has a heart of snakes and scorpions.
Hua Rong didn't know what to say, so she could only keep smiling. The man next to her also laughed and said lightly: "Fourth Prince, my husband and wife's plan pales in comparison to the undercover you installed in Da Song Dynasty."
Jin Wushu's eyes almost bulged, and he glared at this "stranger" fiercely: The man was wearing a white robe, with only a red silk pattern on the collar. He was strong and heroic, and walked with a high attitude. Hua Rong, on the other hand, stepped back. Standing next to him one step at a time, his green clothes and red clothes complemented his heroic figure.
What a beautiful couple.
This made him even more unbearable than seeing Yue Peng wearing heavy armor and wearing a hood. On the battlefield and in love, even his self-proclaimed demeanor would be defeated by him.
Hua Rong seemed to know what he was thinking, and deliberately murmured in a sweet voice: "Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon; high ambitions, hungry for Hun meat, laughing and thirsty for drinking the blood of Hun... Alas, the fourth prince, Peng You have completely ruined my plan to fight against gold. You should be happy, why are you so unhappy?"
The song "Man Jiang Hong" by Yue Pengju was used as a mobilization song before and after the march into Zhuxian Town. It was quickly circulated in the army and everyone knew it. Jin Wushu naturally knew it. As soon as the melody came up, he immediately understood, It turns out that it must have been Hua Rong who taught singing at the beginning. From Yulinling to Manjianghong, what does Hua Rong want to explain? Is her husband more talented than she is
The conceited sense of superiority was completely vulnerable at this point. He was filled with anger and sneered: "Yue Pengju, you are about to die, what else is worth struggling for today? How dare you be a rebellious minister and traitor of your Song Dynasty?"
"Fourth Prince, since your own family is on the verge of death, if you don't struggle, how long will it take?" He pretended to be surprised, "Didn't you just call it 'Jiangnan'? Why did you change your name to 'Da Song' today?"
Jin Wushu was speechless for a moment.
Yue Pengju's voice changed, becoming heavy and angry: "Fourth Prince, how dare you come to my door many times to provoke me when I'm not at home."
Jin Wushu laughed and was very proud: "Yue Pengju, this shows that you call yourself a hero in vain. You can't even protect your wife and children. Moreover, you are going to die soon. From now on, this prince will not only come to pick fights..."
The spear pressed against his waist moved forward an inch, and he could clearly feel a dull pain. The pain penetrated into his bones, and he could even hear the sound of a drop of blood slowly seeping out.
"Fourth Prince, I can capture you alive, and I can kill you dead! No matter whether I am dead or alive, if you dare to touch a hair of my wife and children again in the future, I will kill you for revenge!"
The two people's eyes met, and Jin Wushu was shocked. Yue Pengju's eyes were actually a kind of faint green, like the will-o'-the-wisps in the cemetery, like a tiger that has reached the end of the road, a lone wolf, or an angry lion, ready to make a desperate move anytime, anywhere, to fight for blood. Splash five steps.
He couldn't help but avoid this look, "Yue Pengju, what exactly do you want to do?"
"I only want to negotiate two conditions with you."
"What conditions?"
"First, several of my subordinates are imprisoned: Zhang Xian, Yu Peng, Sun Ge and other six people. You order Qin Hui to ensure their safety; second, ensure the safety of Princess Tianwei!"
Jin Wushu was speechless, and after a long while he said, "Aren't you pleading for yourself?"
Yue Pengju smiled bitterly. It was Zhao Deji who wanted to kill him. What was the use of negotiating terms with Jin Wushu? The biggest worry of Zhao Deji is to support his troops with self-respect and eliminate generals. Since Han Zhongliang is not dead, he must go to the guillotine. He also feels that it is extremely absurd that the life and death of his relatives and friends must be preserved by coercing his enemy - only this gold Only the powerful ministers of the country can control the emperor and prime ministers of the Song Dynasty! How many such absurd plots are there in the long history of China
Jin Wushu looked arrogant: "Yue Pengju, you can actually beg me! As long as you beg me, you may still have a way to survive."
Yue Pengju smiled proudly: "You are my defeated general, how can I beg you because of myself?! If a man dies, he will die. Today I am not begging you, but I want to use your life to exchange for the lives of my subordinates. That's all. They swear to death If you follow me, I will live up to them! What's more, Fourth Prince, you really overestimate yourself, and Zhao Deji is beyond your control at certain moments."
Jin Wushu looked stubborn, but he had to secretly admire that in this situation, Yue Pengju didn't even think about himself at all.
"What if this prince doesn't agree?"
Yue Pengju looked at the enemies who were gradually surrounding him, including Jin Wushu's personal followers and Qin Hui's dead soldiers. He said fearlessly: "If you don't agree, today will be the anniversary of your death next year!"
"Don't forget, even if you kill me, you and your wife will be buried together."
Hua Rong smiled slightly: "Fourth Prince, it is not a pity for us to die. Are you willing to die? If you don't believe it, just try it."
His gaze shifted from Hua Rong's face to Yue Pengju: "Yue Pengju, if you were a little meaner, Qin Hui would not be your opponent at all..."