"Peng Ju, no matter how difficult or dangerous it is, I will avenge you. If I can't finish it in this life, I will continue it in the next life!"
The thought of revenge completely dispelled the weakness and uneasiness in her body. She turned around and strode out.
A solitary lamp, a light wine, a cold spring, the wind blowing in from the broken window, an old woman sitting alone in the house, holding a book in her hand, miserable and miserable.
There was a knock on the door, and she stood up slowly. Who would come to visit an old woman in this remote and shabby place in the middle of the night? Since the death of Yue Pengju and his wife, she has lived here in seclusion, living a meager life, experiencing the most difficult period of her life.
"who is that?"
Hua Rong was excited by the old voice and replied in a low voice: "It's me, Sister Seventeen..."
The door opened with a creak, and the two of them reached out almost at the same time, hugged each other, and cried. The wind blew from the door, filled with chills. Li Yian raised his head, reached out and closed the door, and hurriedly pulled Hua Rong into the back room to sit down. Next, he poured her a cup of hot tea and lowered his voice: "Sister Seventeen, you are really alive and well. God bless you! God bless Haotian. Where is the tiger head?"
Hua Rong wiped away her tears: "I was rescued by King Qin. Hu Tou is now in a safe place. King Qin will take care of him." She looked around and saw that the house was very dilapidated and empty inside and outside. There were only a few boxes of books and Li Yian's Collection, almost completely gone.
Li Yian was very calm: "Those things were all taken away by Wang Jixian."
Hua Rong was furious: "This despicable old thief."
"Sister Seventeen, there is no need to be angry. From Kaifeng to Jiangnan, I have been homeless for half my life. In order to protect these collections, I have gone through hardships and even married a Zhongshan wolf by mistake. Now I know that everything is an external possession."
Hua Rong gritted his teeth, this is survival! The living conditions of ordinary people. Whether it is the famous general Yue Pengju or the poet Li Yian, who can protect themselves? If life does not exist, let alone external objects.
Li Yian woke up from the joy of reunion and felt very uneasy: "Sister Seventeen, you have to be careful about your whereabouts. If Qin Hui's ambition is known, he will kill you again..."
Hua Rong said slowly: "I won't hide my whereabouts anymore."
"oh?"
"What I saw and heard along the way, plus the one day trip back to Lin'an, since Zhao Deji issued an edict of amnesty under false pretenses and did not offend his family, I might as well fulfill his 'benevolence'."
Li Yian thought for a while and nodded immediately. If Qin Hui found out about Ruo Hua Rong's hidden head and tail, it would be easier for her to secretly murder her. If she came back in such a big way, Yue Pengju would be dead, Hu Tou would not be with her, and she would be a widow and a single woman. How dare Qin Hui Braving the disapproval of the world, he kills again
"Sister Seventeen, having said that, Qin Hui is too despicable, so you have to be careful."
Hua Rong smiled slightly, yes, Qin Hui, Wang Junhua, this pair of bastards were the first ones he wanted to liquidate. They couldn't let him go, and he couldn't let them go.
Li Yian was worried: "Sister Seventeen, you can't act recklessly."
"Don't worry, I will never act recklessly. Pengju saved me with his life just to keep me alive. So, how can I easily die again?" Even if you are as humble as a dog, you have to live. Only by living, Only then can we truly wait for the day we hope for.
That night, the two talked to each other about all the sorrows and hardships they had experienced during the year of separation. It was the first time that Li Yian heard Hua Rong talk about the King of Qin in detail, and before she knew it, it was already dawn. She was moved and sighed: "There is no such thing in the world." Is there such a strange man?”
Hua Rong couldn't answer. He didn't know who the King of Qin was. He only knew that he would rely on him when there was danger, and put his pressure on him, asking him to unconditionally agree to raise his son for him. Maybe it was his early years. Have you tortured yourself so cruelly? Is he destined to owe himself
She couldn't answer, she was just melancholy, son, King Qin, what are they doing now
Another dusk falls.
Hua Rong walked slowly through a mass of unmarked graves, her body as light as a lonely ghost. Then she passed through a mass of pine trees, in front of which yellowed paper flags were floating, and there was a lonely grave with branches full of green grass, and the words "Jia Yiren" written on it. Tomb. She walked over and knelt in front of the tomb, unable to cry. In Pengju's heroic life, even the tomb turned into a woman - Jia Yiren! This was all the good-hearted jailer Wei Shun. It was he who was willing to take extraordinary risks to secretly carry Pengju's body out and bury it here. This was something she found out after asking around secretly.
She knelt in front of the tombstone, feeling excited, as if she had reunited with Peng Ju for the first time. The frail boy had grown into an upright man. At that glance, he had become a hero in her mind, destined to be inseparable for life. abandoned.
"Pengju, I am still alive, and so is my son. We are all fine. Little Hutou lives a carefree life without any danger. Don't worry, don't worry about us."
The cold wind of the spring night blew through the treetops, whimpering like the cry of a departed person. She never mentioned the matter of revenge. She said this in front of her husband's grave. He could hear it. If he heard it, he would not be at peace. Therefore, she kept a big secret in front of her husband for the first time.
She sat there for a long time, in the dark night, telling her husband in a low voice what she had experienced over the past year, without missing a beat. The spring dew was deep and the chill was so intense that even though she was sitting on the cold ground, her whole body was warm and her heart was also warm. Yes, it is a kind of conversion of the soul. Only by being by Pengju's side can you have complete peace.
A ray of rays of light rose from the eastern sky. She stood up slowly, her legs and feet numb. It took her a while to stand firm, "Pengju, it's getting dark, I'll come back to accompany you in the evening."
Going down the mountain, passing through mass graves, pine forests, and walking through winding paths, the dew on the grass wetted her sleeves. There was a gust of wind, and she shouted: "Who is it? What are you doing sneakily?"
The trees swayed in the wind, making no sound.
She rushed forward, only to see the branches in front of her flash by, dew falling on the ground, and then there was a squeak, maybe a little squirrel jumped over. She looked around, but there was no one around, so she could only walk downhill slowly.
Along the way, I was thinking, where did Brother Lu go? Is it life or death? After asking many people, there was no news about Ruda, not even his death. If he was alive, where did he escape
Royal Palace.
Zhao Deji was drinking and having fun with some of his favorite concubines. He was playing with Xiao Liu while Zhang Yingying and Wu Jinnu sat aside and read for him the memorials that had accumulated over the past few days. Zhao Deji felt drowsy after listening to Zhang Yingying. He stopped reading. He asked, and Zhang Yingying said, "I don't dare to read." "Read, I tell you to read." Zhang Yingying had no choice but to continue reading. It turned out that some ministers had written a letter asking Zhao Deji to quickly adopt the children of the clan and train him as the crown prince. , seven or eight letters in a row had the same content. Zhao Deji was furious when he heard this, and pushed Xiao Liu aside, saying only: "We finally made peace. After a few days of comfortable life, they couldn't stand it anymore. Every day I come up with these troubles to make me depressed..."
Zhang Yingying and Wu Jinnu looked at each other. Even the two people who were best at understanding the emperor's heart had completely lost confidence in Zhao Deji's "fertility function". In fact, they had the same thoughts as the minister who wrote the letter. Emperor, that's no longer the case. Can't give birth.
They didn't dare to show it at all, but Xiao Liu slapped the horse's leg: "Your Majesty is prosperous in the Spring and Autumn Period, so why worry about not having hundreds of descendants?"
"Shut up!" Zhao Deji shouted, adding to the deep sense of humiliation in his heart. His insemination, infertility, inside and outside the palace were known to the world. These ungrateful scholar-bureaucrats wrote to him one by one to control his affairs. housework comes.
He waved his hand: "Exile all these people who submitted the petition and never hire them again."
The concubines did not dare to interrupt, so Zhao Deji shouted loudly: "We have a new maid."
"yes."
A group of young girls who had just entered the palace came in gracefully. Zhao Deji had a growing habit of doting on girls aged fifteen or sixteen. Almost every night, a virgin would change his bed. Zhang Yingying and others have been widowed for the past two years. In this state, she knew that if Zhao Deji continued to commit adultery so unscrupulously, he would be completely deprived of any descendants in this life. When she walked to the door, she couldn't help but look back and happened to meet Wu Jinnu's eyes. Although the two were competitors, but, Over the past year or so, the meaning of competition has long been lost, especially Zhang Yingying, who was extremely depressed and thought to herself, everyone said that my emperor is like the emperor, and it is true. Song Huizong's birthday plan and Liang Yin caused the Jingkang catastrophe, and Zhao Deji , he killed Yue Pengju, and if he continued to live in desolation day by day, what would he leave to the Song Dynasty
As soon as the old man left, the new man came on the scene. Even Xiao Liu, who was standing by, completely lost his favor. Zhao Deji stretched out his left and right hands, holding two delicate girls in his arms. Xiao Liu was sad and angry. , she was snatched away by Zhao Deji as a "clan aunt", but she didn't expect that her beauty would fade away before her age. And Wang Jixian's so-called elixir, more than a year later, has failed to work at all. Moreover, she gradually She realized that after Guan Jia took the elixir, except for the first two months, she was indeed much more powerful. After that, she became worse and worse, and her temper became more and more violent. She was worried and did not dare to ask Wang Jixian again, fearing that If the news leaks out, it will lead to disaster.
Zhao Deji saw her standing aside with a bad look on her face. He felt it was an eyesore and said angrily: "Get down."
Xiao Liu held back her tears and had no choice but to shed them angrily. As soon as she left, Zhao Deji really relaxed, hugged several beauties and was having fun, but as usual, after a while, he lost energy and stopped halfway. He got crazy and chased all the girls around the house to torture them. The girls screamed in fright and ran away. He chased for a while, exhausted, and fell on the imperial collapse like a dead dog. The eunuchs and maids were used to this. This kind of scene was not taken seriously, and there were many jokes in private, enough to write a secret history of the palace.
He fell asleep in a daze, and suddenly came to a demonic realm in his dream. It was so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. He was frightened, and he could only hear the cold wind, and a female ghost with disheveled hair floated out: "Zhao Deji... give me back my life... give me back my life." Come..." A pair of hands was placed on his neck. He couldn't breathe and foamed at the mouth. "Spare your life, Rong'er, spare your life..."
Eunuch Zhang Quwei hurriedly walked in and saw Zhao Deji slumped on the imperial couch covered in sweat. He whispered in his ear: "Guan family, I have something important to report."
Zhao Deji asked weakly, "What's the matter?"
"Hua Rong is back."
"Ah?" Zhao Deji sat upright in an instant, as if he had received a cardiotonic drug, he was surprised and happy, "Is it true? Rong'er is back? Rong'er is still alive?"