Qin Hui chewed his cheek and frowned. When he was chasing Hua Rong, he clearly felt two different forces of resistance. Although he couldn't judge it, he always felt that one of the forces was vaguely like the fourth prince. But he did not dare to Even Wang Junhua couldn't express this concern, so he changed the topic: "Madam, I have been worried for many years. The serious trouble in my heart has been eliminated, and I have become the prime minister for life. Tonight, New Year's Eve, I must celebrate with great joy, so that I can live up to my ambitions." hour."
Wang Junhua nodded in agreement, and the two of them laughed proudly together and toasted in celebration.
Wang Junhua was very happy: "What should Zhang Xian and others do?"
"Zhang Xian has been tortured to death in Dali Temple Prison. Yu Peng, Sun Ge and others are not dead yet. At this point, the officials want to act leniently, so I might as well be a good boy. Killing him is useless anyway."
"Okay, let's just treat it like this. It's considered a favor to the Fourth Prince."
This was Qin Hui's heartache, but he still couldn't help but said, "Has Madam Guo noticed? The fourth prince has become more and more unusual recently. He first asked to release Tianwei, and then asked to release Yu Peng and others. Except for Yue Pengju, he seemed not to want to release anyone else. Kill? What’s the reason?”
Wang Junhua glared at him, remembering the fourth prince's promise that he would take him to Yanjing to escape the summer heat. Every time he thought of the coming beauty, he couldn't help but be filled with joy and disapproved of Qin Hui's cautiousness: "Old man, now your wish has come true. How many times have you considered that the benefits promised to us by the fourth prince have not been fulfilled? You can just remain your lifelong prime minister."
Qin Hui combed his beard, fearing that he would arouse his wife's suspicion by asking further questions. They had different dreams. Sometimes he didn't know whether Wang Junhua was serving more for himself or for the fourth prince. He could only laugh and cover it up: "How many rewards did the lady of the country promise to give me?" Concubine, do you still want to count?”
Wang Junhua's eyes flashed fiercely: "Old man, don't even think about it."
Qin Hui resisted and said: "I have already killed Yue Pengju..."
"But Hua Rong, this bitch is not dead yet. Your mission is not completed."
Qin Hui didn't dare to say anything anymore, and naturally he wouldn't pursue it anymore. Anyway, there were many singing prostitutes at home, and he had many opportunities to go out and look for flowers. Mentioning the matter to Wang Junhua was just to change the subject.
On New Year's Eve, Lin'an City began to usher in its festive atmosphere. Every household posted couplets and set off firecrackers. Officials were busy preparing for the half-month lantern fireworks. After the southern crossing, the small court rarely celebrated like this. This year, the peace negotiation was successful , and successively killed Yue Pengju and the fake princess. For Zhao Deji, all the major troubles in his life have been eliminated, and he has to celebrate.
The concubines in the palace were all dressed up in gorgeous ways, and even Zhang Yingying and others had to suppress their inner panic and put on their best looks and smiles, for fear of losing the king's favor.
Zhao Deji hugged him from left to right and drank one cup after another. After eating delicious food, he led a group of concubines to go upstairs to watch the lantern festival in Lin'an City. Inside and outside the palace, lanterns were hung high, and fireworks were soaring into the sky. It was colorful and beautiful. Zhao Deji's mood Da Chang felt that this point in his life was the first step for the Taiping Emperor, and said to himself: "What does Yue Pengju know? If I continue to fight, how can I have such fun? The only way is to negotiate with the Jinren. It is the foundation of peace in the world."
There was a smell of blood on the tip of his nose. It was the scene of Yue Peng holding up his shackles and running away. He was so stimulated by the smell of blood that he burst out laughing. He was so excited that he even dragged Xiao Liu and two other newly arrived fifteen or sixteen-year-olds. The palace maids attended the bed. That night, the three girls had sex. Zhao Deji increased the dose of Wang Jixian's aphrodisiac, which seemed to have endless energy. The three of them were tortured into misery, especially the two newly arrived girls, who endured the pain. She had to force a smile, but eventually, a girl couldn't help it and burst into tears. When Zhao Deji saw the tears, he became furious and kicked her out of bed: "You ungrateful maid, get out of here." …”
The other two were trembling with fear. Zhao Deji was not interested, so he drove them out together, lay down alone and fell asleep.
In a spring dream in the middle of the night, I was having sex with countless beauties. I screamed, but it was Jin Wushu who led his army to chase me. He hurriedly jumped off the dragon bed and jumped into the sea. The boundless sea water, the vast night, the unknown escape of life and death, the hungry , hungry; thirsty, unbearable thirst. He grabbed his throat and howled. The door was opened silently, and a figure stood at the door. He handed over half a sweet fruit and whispered softly: "The official family …for you…”
The fruit was so big, so red, and so bright. He had never seen such a delicious fruit. His voice trembled with ecstasy, and he stretched out his hand to pick up the fruit: "Thank you... Rong'er..."
When his hand touched the fruit, it turned into a sharp dagger, pointing directly at his throat. The handsome figure turned into a disheveled ghost: "Zhao Deji, please give me and my husband their lives... Zhao Deji, I will kill you, you despicable person." Villain…”
"Rong'er... spare my life..."
With the dagger pressed against his throat and unable to breathe, he shouted loudly and jumped down from the bed: "Rong'er... spare my life... spare my life..."
Several palace servants rushed in and hurriedly helped him up: "Guan family, Guan family..."
He was sweating profusely and hoarse. He sat slumped on the dragon's bed, trembling all over.
On the stove, a pot of boiling water was simmering, emitting rich steam.
The doors and windows were closed tightly, shutting out all the wind and snow in the room. But the room still exuded a desolate atmosphere and a strong chill.
The naked woman was covered in blood, and there was no clean spot. King Qin put his hand on the chopped and torn clothes. The clothes and flesh were mixed together, and they were blurred and inseparable. Every time he moved, It would tear apart a piece of flesh and blood.
However, no matter how much she tore it apart, she couldn't feel it. With her eyes closed tightly, she felt no pain or feeling, whether she was alive or dead.
In her arms, some fragmentary items were soaked with blood. King Qin carefully took out the wedding sticker she carried with her - the wedding sticker between her and Yue Pengju. Then, there was a stack of yellowed paper with Yue Pengju's wedding sticker on it. Autograph, one of her husband's handwritings that she treasured was the famous song "Man Jiang Hong". She had known such an ending for a long time, so she carried all the precious things with her, life and death, and would never leave her.
King Qin did not dare to remove these things, but still kept them firmly in her heart, as if there was a strange power that he hoped to awaken, hoping that through it, he could achieve a magical effect - awakening life and protesting injustice.
"Girl, girl..." King Qin cried out sadly every time he applied medicine to a wound, as if he was summoning her soul - the fragrant soul was about to dissipate. He only relied on the knowledge he had gained from traveling around. According to legend, the person arrived At the gate of hell, as long as her relatives keep calling her soul and shake the black and white, they will keep her.
The usual absurdity has become the only hope now. He trembled his hands, kept smearing, and kept shouting softly: "Girl... girl..." The voice was swirling in his throat, and he didn't dare to make it too loud, for fear of being too loud. In one second, she was gone and disappeared into thin air.
He poured out the wound medicine on his body and stuffed it into her mouth. She had already lost the ability to swallow. He put his palm against her vest, took a sip of water, and poured it into her mouth. With a stroke of luck, he was all over her head. Her face was stained with blood, like a cannibal savage. She still closed her eyes tightly, as if everything was in vain.
When the hot water came up, he wrung out the handkerchief and gently wiped the stains and blood on her face. A few strands of hair fell on her face, which was full of mud and sand, without any vitality.
"Girl... girl..."
A minion named An Zhigang stepped forward and took courage: "Your Majesty... Mrs. Yue is already dead. You don't have to waste your efforts..."
With a wave of his hand, he knocked An Zhigang far away, his eyes widened with anger: "Fuck you, how could she die?"
An Zhigang didn't dare to say anything more, so he turned over and got up, but saw that the King of Qin also had disheveled hair and bloodstains all over his body, looking very scary.
Another minion named Liu Zhiyong helped his companion up, patted him on the shoulder, comforted him, and couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, it's too dangerous here to stay for a long time. I've already prepared the carriage, so you might as well take your husband-in-law with you." People left overnight…”
"Leave, leave, how to leave?" King Qin roared loudly. The girl's body was broken and she was about to fall apart. How could she withstand the bumps of the carriage
He closed the door with a bang, not wanting to listen to the noise of the two of them at all, he just took hot water, wiped it for her, and called her name, as if if he kept calling her, she would wake up.
Fireworks and the sound of firecrackers.
New Year's Eve in Lin'an City is so beautiful.
The food that had been delivered had already cooled down. King Qin sat blankly on the edge of the bed, holding his hands that were not warm. There were also horrible stains and blood stains on his hands, like brand marks that could not be wiped off. Girl, this is waking up. Not coming. Could it be that I will never wake up again
With tears streaming down his face, he held her hand tightly and growled in her ear: "Girl, damn girl, don't you think about your son? Hutou, little Hutou, if you die, who cares about him? What else?" There are bastards like Zhao Deji, Qin Hui, and Jin Wushu. If you die, who will take revenge on Yue Peng's behalf? You useless girl, I told you to rise up but you didn't listen... Come here, wake up quickly, one day you will kill these bastards with your own hands..."
She lay quietly, cold, and like the wedding stickers and "Man Jiang Hong" piled up around her, she had completely lost the power of life.
Anger, the anger that had been accumulated and suppressed for many years came to my heart, and I wanted to break the hands in my hands: "Girl, damn girl, you are like this every time, every time you push the burden on me. Yue Pengju is dead. , you have to take responsibility for your son! Why should I leave it to you? I still have so many things to do, who can bear to care about your son? I want to get married and have children, and I have no time to care about your business... Yue Pengju is dead, Xiaohu. You no longer have a father, why are you so selfish and don't care about your son? Who can you deserve if you die? Who can you deserve, Xiao Hutou? You just don't want to take responsibility, you just want to escape. You are so selfish... Girl, you have always been selfish... Damn girl…”
The people around me still have their eyes closed, and their long eyelashes have stopped trembling, as if they are finally relaxed and free. It is a great sadness to come back to life.
Hot tears fell on her face. King Qin was exhausted. He lay beside her tiredly in the sky full of fireworks, completely forgetting the pain in his body and the dangers around him. He was as weak as if he had just come to this place. Children in the world, begging in a low voice: "Girl, wake up, wake up, I will rely on you no matter what..."