At this time, Wang Junhua had already returned from chasing Yelu Guanyin. He was half-kneeling on the ground, serving Jin Wushu to dress. Thinking of last night, he was heartbroken: "Fourth Prince, Yelu Guanyin has betrayed you many times. She has ulterior motives and will harm you..." Jin Wu Shu almost vomited when he was touched by those greasy hands. He stretched out his hand and separated her: "It's too hot. Please accompany me to take a bath."
Wang Junhua then turned from anger to joy.
This lake originally had no name, but this year Jin Wushu gave it a name: Jinlian Lake. Jurchen men and women were swimming together, so they didn't take it seriously. Wang Junhua was used to it. Instead, they were the family members of other nobles who were playing in the water. , I was a bit surprised when I suddenly saw the fourth prince and a strange woman coming. Many years later, the nobles at this time are no longer the nobles of the past. Things and people have changed, but few people recognize Wang Junhua anymore. When she is the fourth prince's new concubine.
A Jurchen noble called to the fourth prince: "The water is cool and comfortable. Fourth prince, come down quickly. Who is that?"
"My prince's new concubine, Mrs. Wang."
Wang Junhua's face was full of smiles. With this smile, everyone saw that this wealthy lady was showing a bit of flattery, and they all wondered why the fourth prince would accept such a mature woman. Jin Wushu blinked and saw that Wang Junhua had taken off his shoes. But he was still hesitating about the clothes on his body. After all, he had stayed in the Song Dynasty for so many years and there had never been such a rule. He was embarrassed for a moment. Jin Wushu seemed to be smiling. Feixiao: "What, I'm sorry?"
"How could it be? The slave family loves all the customs of Dajin." Wang Junhua smiled flatteringly. Jin Wushu saw the white flesh on her body, so dazzling. Like most strong Jurchen women, her waist was thick, but she was pampered. Without exercise, the fat on the abdomen has turned into circles of bubbles.
Wang Junhua entered the water and kept ogling Jin Wushu: "Fourth Prince, come quickly...come to the slave's side..."
Next to her, a young woman pushed her hard from behind. This woman was one of the most favored concubines in the fourth prince's mansion. Wang Junhua and Yelu Guanyin had been coming to her in the past two days. She was already very angry. Favoring, he whispered in a bad voice: "Where did this bitch come from?"
The woman who spoke spoke Jurchen language. Over the years, Wang Junhua had developed the habit of talking down to Jurchens. Although he was angry when he saw that it was Jurchens, he did not dare to scold him openly. He only moved away a little and looked at Jin Wushu: "Fourth Prince, here, here..."
The woman immediately swam in front of her and blocked her side. She had a young and fit figure and was graceful. Women are most afraid of comparisons, and beauty grows old. Wang Junhua's eyes almost burst out with fire when he saw Jin Wushu lazily walking by the lake. Circle: "I don't like swimming, you guys take your time and play." After saying that, he turned around and left. Wang Junhua was left here. He didn't want to, but he couldn't go ashore to catch up immediately. He made people laugh, so he didn't want to. He had no choice but to huddle in the corner. In a blink of an eye, he saw the fierce woman's eyes and became even more depressed.
Jin Wushu on the shore is not without amusement, he just sighs at the wonder of the world. Hua Rong, Wang Junhua, Yelu Guanyin, those who love themselves, those who hate themselves, those who hate themselves, all the women in the world suddenly gather together.
Moving forward, he saw his son, carrying a bow and arrows on his back and holding two spears.
"Son, don't you go swimming?"
"No, Dad, I don't like this."
He shook his head, with a hint of stubbornness on his lips. Although he grew up in Jurchen, he never went swimming in mixed-gender places. Jin Wushu felt slightly sad and realized that some things in his bones could not be changed at all, no matter whether the child was in Song Dynasty or Jin Dynasty. This is the difference in racial quality.
Lu Wenlong's attitude was respectful, but the worry on his face could not be concealed: "Dad, why is she here? She is here too?"
Of course he was talking about Yelu Guanyin and Wang Junhua. Jin Wushu was surprised by the child's smart memory. He clearly remembered Yelu Guanyin's abuse and Wang Junhua's bullying of Hua Rong. When adults do evil, never do it in front of children. .
Lu Wenlong was even more worried: "If they are here, my mother will not come back. Dad, will they kill my mother again?" He patted his son on the shoulder and smiled: "Just because they are here, your mother must I will come. Son, don’t worry.”
He asked: "Why?"
Jin Wushu shook his head: "My father can't answer this question either. I can't answer this question!"
Lu Wenlong looked at his father in surprise. Whether it was martial arts or knowledge, he knew everything when asking his father. He would never say, "I don't know, I can't answer." He felt that his father was very strange these days, but I can't say where the blame lies.
In the dead of night, people are quiet and everything is silent.
Two people climbed up a big tree. There was no way forward or backward. They could only listen to the wind passing through the old tree, roaring, and then stopped. The fire was getting denser and denser. The savages put pine oil in a huge bowl. Inside the bamboo tube, the surrounding area was as bright as day. They seemed to be a group of warriors suppressed after a victorious battle.
One after another, they were sent to the stone as usual. The high priest came out with disheveled hair, clasped his hands together, muttered something, and then acted like a madman and danced a religious dance. Zhahe was so nervous that his palms were covered with sweat: "Brother, He is singing a sacrificial song..."
Hua Rong nodded, and after the song and dance ended, the high priest took out a sharp stone knife... In this way, when he killed the seventh person, Hua Rong could see clearly, and saw a prisoner in the middle suddenly jump up. He punched him down and suppressed him. The warrior turned around and ran away.
The savages immediately shouted and chased after him. The prisoner was very fierce. He knocked down two more savages who were intercepting him and rushed into the dark jungle. The savages held up torches and yelled and kept chasing. Hua Rong jumped out of the tree. Jumping up and down, Zhahe also jumped down. She whispered: "Did you see it? These are savages, not devils."
Zhahe was no longer as scared as before, and was a little excited: "Brother, these savages do all kinds of evil. It would be great if we could lead people to kill them."
Hua Rong shook his head: "They live in the jungle. As long as people don't harm them, they won't come out. Why should we provoke them? Zahe, you must not reveal their whereabouts."
Zhahe was about to answer when several torches suddenly approached the outside. The two of them were startled. Fearing that their whereabouts would be discovered, they turned around and ran away. They were obviously running north, but after running for a while, they discovered that they had entered a strange place. In the jungle, Hua Rong was shocked. Looking at the direction of the fire, he realized that he was confused and lost his direction.
"Brother, we are lost..."
There was a burst of chaotic footsteps, and a man was heard running out of the forest, covered in blood and staggering. Behind him were three savages chasing him. Hua Rong drew his bow and shot without thinking. The three savages did not want to encounter an ambush. , were all shot to the ground. Zhahe rushed forward, pulled the prisoner who was about to fall to the ground, and ran away.
The eastern sky showed the first hint of fish belly white, and the two of them discovered a valley. The mountain was shaped like an open cloth bag, winding gracefully, and the ground was covered with fine yellow sand.
The two of them were exhausted. They loosened their hands and threw the prisoner on the ground. They lay down and breathed heavily. Hua Rong was also exhausted and leaned against the valley, dripping with water.
In the morning light, she looked at the prisoner carefully. He was wearing a leaf apron around his waist. His hair was half brown. Because of the pain of the injury, he bared his white teeth. He had been stabbed seven or eight times. Hua Rong stood up straight and looked at him. He wanted to signal Zhahe to bandage him, but he suddenly jumped up and knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Hua Rong, and mumbled something unknown.
Hua Rong didn't understand, but the look in his eyes was full of gratitude. These savages were not as sophisticated as civilized people, but Zhahe was pleasantly surprised. He was mumbling and gesticulating to the man, who looked at him in surprise. They kept making gestures. At the end, the two of them looked at Hua Rong together, and the prisoner knelt down and kowtowed to Hua Rong. Zhahe said happily: "Brother, his name is Da She, thank you for saving my life..."
There is someone named Orochi! Hua Rong was so surprised, but Orochi stared at the bow and arrow on her back, looking at this strange weapon in awe - these savages all still used stone knives, and bows and arrows were "advanced weapons" in their eyes.
The big snake was chirping, and Zhahe said again: "Little brother, he said that you are his master, and he will be at your disposal for the rest of his life."
Hua Rong stretched out her hand to help him. It was getting bright at this time, and Da Snake suddenly saw the hand she stretched out. It was delicate and white, and it was as soft as boneless when she held it on her body. Because it was the first time to see such a hand, he was even more surprised, and murmured again. A few sentences.
"Brother, the big snake asked us to go to his tribe and have a look." Zhahe was afraid of danger and asked her opinion. Hua Rong changed his mind and nodded immediately. He took out the dry food in the package and divided it into three parts. The big snake didn't dare to eat it. , but seeing that the two of them were eating it with gusto, they also followed the same example. They took a few bites and looked surprised. This was a kind of sweet cake from the Liao Kingdom. He might think it was delicious, so he put the rest in his mouth. , finished it in a few mouthfuls.
Along the way, Hua Rong was surprised by the endurance of these savages to endure the pain. The big snake took a few stabs, ate something, drank some water, and turned out to be fine. There were weeds and thorns in the jungle, but he walked with a pair of bare black feet. Like flying.
When the sun rose to the top of the treetops, the three of them had already arrived at a denser forest that was even more lush and deep. Fallen leaves were all over the ground, and snakes of all sizes were scurrying out at any time. Hua Rong felt creepy as he saw the big snake grinning at these snakes. .A fierce snake sprang out. Hua Rong was shocked. She drew her bow and arrow and was about to shoot. The big snake grabbed her, recited a few words devoutly, and waved the branch in her hand, and the fierce snake disappeared into the thick forest. In the pile of fallen leaves, the big snake reached out and picked two large strange purple-black wild flowers from the side, and divided them between the two of them. Hua Rong smelled the fragrant smell of the flowers and guessed that they were to avoid snakes and scorpions. All things are in harmony with each other. No wonder this person is called the big snake. Presumably they are a tribe that worships snakes.