The first general of the empire, such a man.
The first king of the empire, so**.
In front of him, his own pettiness was clearly visible. Even his wife was seriously injured and infertile, but she could still give birth to a son, but he had no heir.
Even an emperor can only be jealous.
Therefore, he likes Qin Hui, who has the same problem as him.
Jealousy, jealousy is like a biting snake—damn it, damn Yue Pengju, damn Hua Rong.
The men in this world can only be more lustful than themselves; the women in this world can only be more flattering than Wang Junhua. Yue Pengju, Hua Rong, they all deserve to die.
Sharp arrows were shot. Yue Pengju waved his shackles and swept away more than a dozen arrow clusters. The flowers melted behind him, left and right. "Sister Seventeen, go left..." Zhao Deji heard Yue Pengju's low voice so clearly, full of majesty and power. .At this time, despite thousands of troops and horses, he was still fearless.
"Pengju... Pengju..."
In a daze, it was Hua Rong holding her son's smiling face and plump body. Such a woman did not belong to him. He was ready to let her go, but she actually wanted to follow Yue Pengju even to death! So, let her die! What the emperor can't get, other lowly people can't even think of getting! At this time, the last trace of benevolence and righteousness in his heart towards Hua Rong disappeared completely. He waved his hand and gritted his teeth: "Kill them both on the spot... No one will be spared..."
"Kill on the spot!"
"Leave no one behind!"
This order was passed through Qin Hui, through Wan Qiqi, and through the guards and commanders of the Yulin Army. The entire sky above the Dali Temple Prison reverberated with the ferocious sound of transmission, which shook the sky:
Kill on the spot!
Leave no one behind!
At this moment, there were loud noises one after another, and fire was raging over the entire Dali Temple Prison. Zhao Deji, Qin Hui, and Wan Qi were shocked into a ball, and they immediately realized that besides Yue Pengju and his wife, there must be other people taking care of them.
Zhao Deji gritted his teeth and said, "We must catch all the traitors in one fell swoop." As soon as he finished speaking, he fled surrounded by many guards.
Qin Hui chewed his cheeks. Hundreds of his personal guards had arrived. He was very calm and proud: "I will take the opportunity to kill Yue Peng's entire party today."
Yue Pengju took his wife and rushed out of the north gate. In front of him was darkness and two diverging roads.
Hua Rong was flustered, and his steps staggered. He heard the deafening sound of pursuit, and in front of him was the light of fire. Zhang Jun personally led the army, suffered repeated defeats on the battlefield, and fled when encountering the enemy. Now for the first time, he experienced "The command is determined", the thrill of being sure of victory: "Yue Pengju is here, kill! Kill! Kill!"
Yue Pengju stretched out his elbow to protect his wife: "Sister Seventeen, take the left path."
Hua Rong agreed. In the approaching firelight, she saw seven or eight sharp arrows stuck in her husband's body. She could hardly stand still and shouted: "Pengju..."
"It's okay, it's okay, let's go..."
She stretched out her hand to hold her husband, but Yue Pengju stretched out his shackles and pushed him away. Sharp arrows shot out from behind like dark clouds, wiping away the whistling wind in her ears. Lin'an's city gate was no longer as big as Kaifeng's. But it was still closed tightly, and the soldiers guarding the city in the southeast, northwest and northwest were in a noisy group. They had just been ordered to capture the fugitives behind closed doors.
In the dark night, I didn’t know where to go. My wife ran quickly in front of me, like a swift deer. Yue Pengju also ran, completely tireless, unaware of pain, and unaware of how many arrows he had hit. All the blood in his body was Condensed on his own hands, longing for a miracle in despair, get rid of it, break away from it, wave his spear, kill it and turn it upside down.
Behind you, you can hear the sound of arrowheads falling to the ground so clearly. The elite cavalry killers of the Song Dynasty were not used on the battlefield against the Jin Dynasty. Now they are all dispatched to hunt down the first general of the empire. They are no better than the Jin Dynasty. The invincible kidnapping horse is even more powerful.
The empire has never had a stronger fighting force than it has before. It is an expert in foreign wars and an expert in civil wars.
Heat was gurgling out of his vest, but he couldn't feel it. There seemed to be endless blood in his body, which could never be exhausted or dripped. In all his consciousness, the figure of his wife in front of him was still there - in the dark night, his wife's The figure becomes clearer and clearer, like a desperate, poor deer, and so graceful and moving, as if he met her for the first time on the island, as if he met her again at Zhongjiazhuang.
At that time, the flowers bloomed.
"Sister, is this my name? Yeah, it's so pretty... Yue-peng-ju..."
"Pengju, are you so tall? Haha, why did you think of going back to Zhongjiazhuang to see me this time?"
"Pengju, if you don't leave, please stay with me tonight, okay? During these days of escaping from Jinying, I have been scared every day... "
"Pengju, when I was a child, my parents called me Sister Seventeen, and you also call me Sister Seventeen..."
"Sister... my eyes hurt so much... Sister Seventeen, let's not get into trouble. It was all my fault in the past. From now on, we have to live well and not have any unpleasantness anymore, okay?"
"Pengju, am I really pregnant? Will we really have a baby? Do you like boys or girls?"
… …
In her most beautiful years, in her best years, the two met, neither earlier nor later, everything was just right.
Countless arrows, swords and guns came at him, but he only saw those attacking his wife, not himself. His wife tried her best, like a deer caught in a trap, waving the weapon in her hand to make a final resistance. He The hands holding the shackles were spinning in vain, but in the end they couldn't find their way.
Hate, there is no place for heroes.
"Ah..." was the wife's scream, and the tip of a spear pierced her calf. She limped, like a sika deer with a broken leg, and the hunters were struggling to chop off her beautiful antlers.
The bracelet in my arms hits my heart hard, gurgling, gurgling, like my wife's hand gently caressing my chest, tender as water, sweet as a flower blooming, and the fishy smell of blood at the tip of my nose turns into the fragrance of honey...
He couldn't help but shout out: "Ah, Sister Seventeen..."
With this force, the shackles that had been cut by the dagger suddenly broke. He stretched out his hand and took his wife into his arms. An arrow cluster that had originally rubbed Hua Rong's shoulder shot diagonally on his arm.
At this moment, Hua Rong was so full of joy that she couldn't even see the wounds on her husband's body. She laughed loudly, grabbed his hand, and ran as fast as she could. Her husband broke free from the shackles and was saved!
become free! ! !
The wind blew past their ears, and the snow became denser and denser. It fell on their hands, but it was so hot that it melted immediately, and the water dripped into ice.
In the dark ambush, countless large knives slashed at the two people's bodies, legs, feet, and heads... Hua Rong staggered, struggling to move. A knife slashed from the right shoulder rib, and there was a burst of burning heat, and gurgling blood covered her little bow. , the colorful feathers all turned bright red in the approaching firelight.
Yue Pengju picked up a big knife from the pile of corpses, chopped open the enemies who had surrounded him, and hugged his wife's crumbling body fiercely. In the firelight, his wife's whole body was dyed red, and her face was red - like a flower that suddenly bloomed at night. flowers.
He screamed heartbreakingly: "Sister Seventeen..."
She suddenly laughed, refreshed her spirits, stood firm, and remained extremely alert: "Pengju, rush to the right..."
Yue Pengju almost picked her up, jumped up, stepped on the seven or eight swords, and flew into the air. The body in his arms was so heavy.
Ahead is a small alley.
A few lanterns, three or five drinks, sitting around on a snowy night, a small fire made of red mud.
"Ah... The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, and the first tranquility of the people is lost. From time to time, I see lonely people walking around alone, and their dim and solitary shadows. When I start, I look back, and there is no one to forgive me. I pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live on it, and the lonely sandbank is cold... "A hard-working scholar or a down-and-out scholar? Is it the loneliness of a brothel or the sojourn in a foreign land
The South is always so desirable.
It's a cold and snowy night, who's waiting to go home at night
Who will go with the fragrant and lingering love? Farewell to the wind and dew tonight.
A figure quietly stood by the window, nervously watching every move outside. He came closer, and then came closer. The sky was full of torches, loud shouts, fighting, bloody...
The beautiful window paper was pure white, with faint patterns. He exhaled a breath of hot breath and blurred immediately. He stretched out his hand, tore off the window paper, stood quietly by the window, and watched the scenery of the South Dynasty from upstairs -
That is the decoration in your own dream. Who will your dream be decorated with
With the flames soaring into the sky, the residents closed their doors tightly and did not dare to make a sound. This was the first time for the elegant Lin'an to wage war in such a big way, which was more terrifying than the Jin army's raging in Huaiyang.
It was an extremely strange and enchanting scenery. A man and a woman were running on a snowy night. The man's body was already like a hedgehog, like a straw man collecting arrow clusters. His shining broadsword was covered with bloodstains, and the blade had already been cut. Only his body still stood upright, leaning slightly forward in his running posture to protect the woman on his left; and the woman's face was red, her clothes were red, and her hair was red - like red flowers in the night - in fact, , her whole body was black, but for some reason he saw it was shockingly red, like red plums that bloomed early in the cold winter.
Only in the South can such beautiful red plum blossoms be found.
Her hair has been completely spread out, flying in the wind and snow, like some kind of coquettish witch, or some kind of mysterious fairy on the mountain. The back of the hand holding the small bow is full of red -
It seems to be catering to the upcoming New Year's Eve. People in the Song Dynasty always like bright red, big purple, big red and big green, in order to be prosperous. For example, their phoenix crowns and harems are red and happy.
He then remembered that tomorrow was the Song Dynasty's New Year's Eve. Zhao Deji was afraid that it would be unlucky to execute the execution on New Year's Eve, so he chose to do it on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. At this time, midnight had passed, and in fact, it was already New Year's Eve.
With slender hands, the wonderful man cooking tea, all kinds of illusions, flowers, birds, insects, fish, singing and dancing, were all wiped out by this touch of red - at this moment, he actually thought of the elegance, the elegance of the sencha in the fourth prince's house, and the willow tree held at the Shooting Willow Festival. The elegance of waving branches.
His legs suddenly became weak, which was more thrilling than all the evil battles.
Wu Qimai stood beside him, his voice trembling slightly: "I didn't expect that Yue Pengju actually escaped from prison... Fourth Prince, what should we do?"
Along the way, hundreds of his elite and informants were dotted, like phantoms in the dark, placed in the heart of the capital of the Song Dynasty, moving slowly in the capillaries of the empire.
He was breathing heavily and couldn't answer.
He didn't know, he didn't know either. For a moment, he was so stimulated by the elegant red that he forgot that his own life and his poison were still in the hands of that woman. He even forgot that if she died, he would also die. I can't live anymore. But, in this life, time and time again, when it's time to kill me, why does that woman have to show mercy every time