It was precisely because of this that she died at the hands of Zhao Deji and Qin Hui—perhaps, by her own hands!
He clenched his fist and his right hand, with its fingers broken off, lay in an ugly shape, which should not be the image of a handsome young man.
All around, Song soldiers surged in like a tide, pursuing their hero with ferocity.
He suddenly laughed, feeling extremely ridiculous.
My world, whose country is it
Politics, this is cruel politics.
Enough to destroy the tenderness and affection that has been nurtured in this land for thousands of years, Tang poetry and Song lyrics.
Amid the overwhelming cries of killing, Yue Pengju panicked and exclaimed: "Sister Seventeen, Sister Seventeen..." The person in his arms seemed unable to hold a bow and arrow. The modified bayonet was sharply exposed, Like a carp's tail, it makes a last ditch effort.
"Pengju... I'm fine... It's fine... Let's go, let's go quickly..."
It was a new round of fierce attacks. Hua Rong leaned against her husband with her back, the small bow in her hand was just like a decoration. She only stared at the approaching enemies with wide eyes, waiting for them to get closer, then get closer... A thin needle stabbed out, With a scream, the small bow exerted its final effect. Hua Rong's hands were soft and trembling, and he could hardly hold it anymore.
A round of spears flashed with cold light in the fireworks, as if they were jumping out of the fire, and as if they were falling from the sky. There was an angry shout: "Peng Ju, catch it..."
Hua Rong's shaky body only had time to clearly see the black soap robe and the pitch-black Zen staff that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl.
"ah… "
With a loud roar, thousands of people were forced to retreat. The Tathagata also roared like a lion.
She was so grateful that she could only shout "Brother Lu..." but her voice was weak, drowned in the snow and the firelight. Before and after Pengju's accident, she was afraid that Luda would be worried, so she never told him any news. Everyone involved , will all be implicated, Zhang Xian, Yu Peng... and even strangers in Sichuan and Shaanxi who dare to speak out. Such a big event has caused an uproar in the world. Donglin Temple is not so far away from Lin'an, Lu Da naturally knows . He didn’t contact them, and he didn’t know what the court customs were. If the king wanted his ministers to die, they had to die. He only carried out secret rescues in his own way.
His beard and hair were splayed out, but he still had a kind face and kind eyes, like the angry-eyed Vajra in the temple.
The surrounding Song troops did not dare to move forward for a while. No one knew who this person was.
"kill… "
I don't know who took the lead in shouting, and the arrowheads changed their targets like locusts, and all shot at the monk who suddenly appeared. He was trapped in the middle, and the Zen staff was swung so that water could not splash in. Some of the arrowheads fell to the ground, and some bounced across. The front one The people screamed in agony, and more than a dozen people fell down. The rest retreated step by step, giving up their camp to the crossbowmen.
Thousands of troops and horses came like a tide. In front of them was the North Gate, which was closed tightly. On the city wall, a row of crossbowmen stood condescendingly, with their bows fully stretched and ready for battle. The order to "kill on the spot" made them very angry. Take it easy, just shoot arrows, shoot round after round, even an iron man will turn into a hedgehog.
Hua Rong's voice was both exciting and worrying: "It's Brother Lu... Brother Lu is here..."
Luda shouted loudly, full of energy: "Pengju, take Amei away quickly... Quickly... Go to Ximen, Ximen..."
Yue Pengju's heart moved. He looked in the direction of Luda's Zen staff out of the corner of his eye, pulled his wife and ran to the west.
"Quick, chase to the west, quick..."
Luda suddenly waved his Zen staff and cut a bloody path through the arrow net. The Song army that was chasing and blocking him had no choice but to fight to stop him.
Yue Pengju took a breather, turned around, and pulled Hua Rong to change direction. There was only one last thought left in his mind: No matter what, he must save his wife's life. Since Ruda reminded her like this, there must be someone to help her? who is it? Who else? No matter who can lend a helping hand at such a moment of life and death, if they want to repay the favor, they will have to live in the next life.
"Hurry, Yue Pengju has run away..."
"Where did you run?"
"West?"
"South?"
"Hurry up and chase..."
The newly surging Song army chased after them, but the shooting was not so intensive. In the dim light of the fire, Xu Caizhi, the leader of the Imperial Forest Army, rode on a tall horse and shouted: "Quickly capture that reckless monk and his accomplices, Yue Pengju." Going west, hurry up..." He shouted loudly, seemingly unaware of the two people in the shadow.
He yelled in a serious manner, but his palms were full of cold sweat. Maybe those two people were destined to die after all. Xu Caizhi and he had known each other for many years. After the escape at sea, they had always held on to a life-and-death relationship. But he and he had known each other for many years. The past of Yue Pengju and his wife was not very close, especially in the past two years, there was no personal contact at all, so he was not suspected by Zhao Deji at all. Like Zhang Yingying and others, he had served Zhao Deji for many years and never dared to disobey , knowing that Yue Pengju had been wronged, he did not dare to intercede for Yue Pengju. However, what he did not expect was that Zhao Deji would also kill Hua Rong! Even Hua Rong, who had been through life and death for him many times, did not hesitate to kill him! "The crime is not worthy of family members", what a grand reason to announce to the world and break one's own words, Xia Jie and Shang Zhou are nothing more than that. When he witnessed such a brutal killing, although he did not dare to show favoritism at all, he had to touch his conscience. Subconsciously, he could delay for a moment. Just delay for a moment.
It was just this moment of delay that Yue Pengju had already grabbed his wife and ran dozens of feet away, making a final struggle along the shadow of the city wall. Yue Pengju turned around, grabbed his wife and set foot north again - bypassing two The alley is the north gate again.
At this time, the main defenders and pursuers at the north gate were all chasing west and south. The north gate gradually became empty. No one expected that Yue Pengju would return again to die.
He stopped, listened to the sound of the wind, and was slightly happy. The voices of people at the north gate were muted, and the direction of the fire was getting farther and farther. However, his steps became slower and slower, and holding Hua Rong's hand, the temperature was gradually dissipating. Maybe it was The coldness of the snow, perhaps the cooling of the blood, caused Hua Rong to suddenly stop: "Pengju, Pengju..."
He reluctantly opened his eyes and glanced at the fire moving towards the city wall. His heart was cut like a knife, and he hugged his wife tightly, almost rubbing her into her bones: "Sister Seventeen, I am really sorry for you and my son..."
She burst into tears and hugged him tightly, but she hugged the arrowheads all over her body - she couldn't hug him, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, the arrows would be pressed harder into his flesh and blood. In the moving firelight, the clothes behind him had already Broken pieces, knife wounds, arrow wounds... Then, there are burnt black and fuzzy burns - old and new scars from the soldering iron.
Even an iron man will melt and perish inch by inch.
He put his forehead against hers, "Sister Seventeen, I regret so much... I regret it... Sister Seventeen, it was all me who harmed you... If I can meet you again in the next life, I won't care about anything but stay with you for the rest of my life. Even if you live a simple life, farming and spinning, you will be a farmer for the rest of your life..."
Hua Rong couldn't cry. He was howling in his throat. He was choking and couldn't spit it out. He could only use the remaining strength to hold him back from falling - he was about to fall! His husband, his life's support, Xiao Hutou's father, he could no longer stand.
Yue Pengju, who was powerful in the north and south and was brave and invincible, could no longer stand!
She leaned against him, feeling a little relieved, and suddenly laughed. Whatever, whatever.
He heard his wife's heartbeat speeding up, and seemed to know her thoughts. His forehead suddenly left, and Hua Rong felt a coldness on his face. Yue Peng raised his spear, flew up in the air, and pulled his wife, gently and lingeringly, with a voice like honey: " Sister Seventeen, live well and don’t avenge me... You must not avenge me... "
Hua Rong was immersed in the firelight, looking at her husband's face, which seemed like snow on the ground. There were countless arrow clusters on his body. The strength in his body was slowly disappearing little by little, and soon the last drop of blood would be shed. .
She was completely confused. The pain in her body had become numb. She only subconsciously stood in front of him, trying to shield him from the arrows that were being fired at him: "Pengju, Pengju..."
His voice was even gentler: "Sister Seventeen, let's go quickly, think about little Hutou... How pitiful little Hutou is, he is still waiting for us. You are his mother! Little Hutou must have a mother... "
She screamed, blood dripping down the corner of her mouth: "No!"
"Sister Seventeen, listen to me once, just this once!"
"No!"
He gritted his teeth, jumped up with the spear, turned around, and landed it at his wife's feet. Hua Rong stepped on the tip of the spear, jumped into the air, and was thrown more than three feet high. There was a gap there, which he was busy looking at. He reached the last hope of survival. Just as her body was about to fall, he used all his strength to climb up with his gun. He stretched out his hand to support her and sat firmly on the city wall, but he could no longer hold on and slipped to the ground.
The city wall that has been in disrepair for a long time, outside the city gate, is not the Great Wall to withstand the war, but a decoration that is as vulnerable as the singing and dancing of the West Lake and the wind and moon of the Huaiyang River.
After this slowdown, Hua Rong's body slowed down, turned sideways, and disappeared into the dark night. The colorful feathers on her small bow shimmered like dim will-o'-wisps in the dark night and disappeared.
As he watched his wife disappear, he was filled with joy and burst into tears.
"Sister Seventeen...Sister Seventeen...live well with your son..."
Someone was singing in the dark night: "Warm breeze... makes people drunk... Ya ya ya..." The singer's voice was full of the temptation of the night.
Jin Wushu stood by the window, his palms soaked with sweat. The woman rose into the sky bloody in the dark night, screaming hoarsely like death: "Pengju... Pengju..."
This is the result of my desire, why is it so miserable
Another round of arrows was about to hit the woman flying in the air, but she screamed in agony and was knocked down by a row of hidden weapons. More than a dozen archers fell from the city wall one after another.
"who… "
"Search quickly, there are accomplices secretly..."
"His Majesty ordered us to catch them all..."
"Chase Yue Pengju first. Hurry, he runs towards the south gate..."
"Hurry up and chase him. He is with Hua Rong. Let's kill these two culprits first..."
"quick… "
"Kill Hua Rong and reward one thousand taels of gold..."
"Kill Yue Pengju and be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold..."
"Kill Yue Pengju and be promoted to the third level..."
… …
Qin Hui came from the Dali Temple Prison, rode on a horse, shouted loudly, and waved the flag. For the first time, he experienced the majesty of fighting vertically and horizontally, as if he was a marshal commanding thousands of troops. He was so happy, so crazy... Who Knowing that this day will come to him, the literati chased the arrogant military commander like a lost dog.
Force can never match wisdom.
Wisdom is never as good as conspiracy.
His laughter resounded in the dark night: "Hahaha... Get rid of Yue Pengju, and the world will be peaceful... Everyone, come on... Each person will be rewarded with 20 guan..."