Deep in the grassland.
Yelv Guanyin knelt down and said in an urgent voice: "Your Highness, please help me."
Yelu Dayong's black robe was hidden in the deep grass, only a masked head was exposed. The whole figure was floating in the wild grass, and he was very angry: "You are so bold! How dare you come here to find me?"
"Prince, please calm down. The slave family is not ignorant of the rules. The slave family's whereabouts are hidden and there will be no exposure. Please rest assured. The slave family is here just hoping to get your help."
"How can I help you?"
"Hua Rong was made a princess by the fourth prince, and her son was also made a prince and inherited the hereditary position. Even if the slave family is pregnant, there is no chance. Your Highness, the only way now is for Hua Rong to die. Only her death Only then can the slave family deal with that bastard..."
Yelu Dayong was half curious: "Is he really Hua Rong's son?"
"No! She just relies on that bastard to keep slandering her in front of the fourth prince. Now the fourth prince strictly orders his concubines to get close to their mother and son, and they are perfectly protected. It will be even more difficult for the slave family to attack again."
"Could it be that the medicine I gave you doesn't work?"
"It works! Otherwise, the Fourth Prince would never allow the slave family to stay in the Prince's Mansion."
"How do you still want me to help you?"
"I want to get rid of Hua Rong's medicine without anyone noticing. I can't let the Fourth Prince notice anything. Your Highness, you must have such a poison. Please help me. As long as the slave family becomes a princess and gives birth to a prince, I will repay you and me, Daliao, at all costs..."
Yelu Dayong shook his head.
Yelu Guanyin was disappointed and surprised: "Why? Could it be that His Highness the Crown Prince can't deal with Hua Rong?"
"Because Hua Rong still has uses."
She shouldn't ask anymore, she was disappointed and angry. What use could Hua Rong have? Then I thought of Princess Li Tinglan and couldn't help but ask: "Is the princess married to King Qin?"
Yelu Dayong said coldly: "Don't ask too many questions! You can kill that child, but Hua Rong can't."
"Why?"
"This has nothing to do with you. Don't ask more questions if you shouldn't."
"But, the Nu family has no chance to take action! Hua Rong is personally responsible for all his food and daily life. Normally, he is protected by eight personal soldiers who are always with him."
"Opportunities are waiting for you. Why are you anxious?" He handed over a small medicine bottle, "This is a chronic poison. You can look for opportunities. There will be no signs of poisoning after death."
Yelu Guanyin held the medicine bottle and watched him drift away. The depression in her chest could not be relieved. Kill Lu Wenlong? If Hua Rong doesn't die for a day, how can he attack that bastard? She gritted her teeth. Could it be that she couldn't think of any other solution besides Yelu Dayong? Absolutely impossible!
The crowds at the Shooting Willow Festival are still continuing the carnival for the new day. The grassland is like a grand market, bustling with people. People wearing bright clothes and galloping horses can be seen everywhere. Children, girls and boys, hunting dogs, sheep and horses Their voices were mixed and lively. There were people singing love songs and dancing everywhere, and the bold style of the nomads was fully displayed...
When Hua Rong was among them, he understood the reason behind hiding in the city. Here, nothing is strange and everyone has their own joy. Except for some enthusiastic and bold young men, no one will stare at you. It seems to be a harmonious world. A warrior with braided hair and a big knife in his hand rushed over, full of energy, and said in Jurchen language: "Hi, beautiful girl..."
Hua Rong was startled. The voice seemed familiar, but the face was slightly unfamiliar. Her heart moved, and she saw that the man was still smiling and his expression remained unchanged, but his voice was lowered: "Mrs. Yue..."
She understood immediately and galloped ahead. The man caught up with her. In the distance, people could only see a man and a woman chasing each other. The Shooting Willow Festival was originally a blind date meeting in disguise, for the warriors of the Kingdom of Jin to chase the girl of their choice. Chance.
The two of them ran far away, and everything was quiet. Only some loud songs still echoed at the end of the treetops. Hua Rong reined in his horse and asked, "Liu Wu, why are you here?"
Liu Wu was also very happy to meet his old friends in a foreign land: "I followed Yelvda to investigate the news here. During the Jurchens' Sheliu Festival, important officials gathered together, and there was a lot of important military information."
So that's the case, no wonder he disguised himself so perfectly that even Hua Rong almost didn't recognize him.
"Mrs. Yue, why are you here?"
She couldn't answer for a while. She had a thousand words to say and didn't know how to mention it to Liu Wu.
"Mrs. Yue, for the death of Xianggong Yue, everyone in the world knows that he was unjust. It was Qin Hui, a thief, who harmed him..."
Everyone in the world blamed Qin Hui, because people did not dare to blame the king easily. Zhao Deji, who was worse than Qin Hui, just hid behind his back.
Hua Rong was speechless, and Liu Wu whispered: "Mrs. Yue, I can't leave for too long for fear of arousing suspicion. I'm leaving, so take care of yourself."
"Take care of yourself too."
Liu Wu turned the horse's head, and Hua Rong finally hesitated and asked: "King Qin, is he okay?"
Liu Wulema hesitated a little, but he still said it: "I have been training troops for Yelu Dayong on the border of Liao Kingdom and have never gone back. But not long ago, a brother from the island came and said that the king has married Miss Yelu... "
King Qin is getting married!
King Qin finally married Li Tinglan.
Hua Rong was like a sap, being hit hard on the head. Even the last bit of shelter was destroyed, and all escape routes in life were cut off.
"Mrs. Yue, don't worry, brothers will take good care of little Hutou. Your Majesty, he is not someone who doesn't care about old times, and he will never treat his children badly..."
She couldn't hear what Liu Wu was saying. After a long while, she regained her composure, smiled and pulled the reins of the horse as if nothing had happened: "Liu Wu, you are busy with your business. Goodbye."
"goodbye."
Liu Wu rode away, and until his figure completely disappeared, Hua Rong realized that she had run a long way away and was alone, as if she had been abandoned by the world. She dismounted and fell on the grass next to her.
The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and cattle and sheep are visible on the wind-blown grass. The horses wander and graze freely without any care. Hua Rong lies quietly on the ground and looks into the distance: the grassland on a cloudy day has a unique flavor, and all the grass is so green. Spotless, like in a dream.
All I could think about in my mind was, King Qin is getting married, he is really getting married!
This was what she had been secretly looking forward to, but when the day came, she felt so lost and her heart was filled with panic. King Qin was supposed to get married, wasn't he? If you don't marry him, why don't you allow him to marry someone else? He is almost fifty years old. Time is coming. He longs to have a lovely wife and young children. What is wrong with this? Do you want him to take care of her unconditionally for the rest of his life and never marry for his own sake
The price, this is the price of revenge. How many times in difficult times, I have dreamed back in the middle of the night, and there is always a sustenance deep in my heart, a feeling of dependence - there is someone there, always there, with deep love and never leaving. Until one day, I was tired, exhausted, and could no longer hold on. This decaying body still had a harbor to take shelter from the wind. However, this harbor was finally destroyed, completely destroyed.
Perhaps, it had already been destroyed as early as Uncle Yang’s words.
Qi and blood surged in my heart, but I was just worried. Where is the little tiger head? Where is his son? Will King Qin still treat him as before? Can his newly married wife tolerate this foster child
Liu Zhiyong's words rang in his ears: "The king asked me to tell my wife that he is old and will no longer look for my wife for more than ten years like before...", "The king said that if you don't go back, he will If you marry another woman, you won’t care about Xiao Hutou... "
"Little Hutou, mom is sorry for you, I'm so sorry for you!" She burst into tears and howled loudly. After running around all her life, she couldn't take revenge for her husband's death, and she didn't even have the ability to raise her son.
She lay in a daze on the grass, unaware of the passage of time, from early morning to noon, and from noon to dusk. At this time, the sun only showed half of its face, swayed, and gilded the green grassland with a golden edge, disappearing in an instant, leaving only The residual clouds all over the sky looked at this quiet land cunningly like blood.
After a long time, she heard a call from far away: "Mom, mom..."
The black moonlight ran on the grass and shone in the sunset. The child on the horse turned over and jumped down and ran to her. He looked at the dying mother in surprise, his eyes were blank and his expression was haggard, like a person who was about to die.
"Mom, why are you crying?"
She hugged the child and burst into tears.
"Mom, Mom..." He patted his mother nervously, not knowing where to place his hands and feet. Why was his mother so sad? He was eager to comfort his mother, but he didn't know what to do. He just kept shouting: "Mom, mom..."
After a long while, Hua Rong stopped crying and stood up. Her legs were weak and she almost fell to the ground. Lu Wenlong hurriedly took her hand: "Mom, let's go back." She leaned against her son. At this moment, she could only do this. The only one to rely on. Lu Wenlong said with childlike fear and uneasiness: "Mom, is it daddy who beats you and ties you up again?"
"No. It was my mother who was in a bad mood. She is much better now."
He stared at his mother timidly. It was the first time he witnessed a woman crying in front of him. The profound sadness made the young boy feel sour. Thinking of what happened last night, it turned out that it was not his father who was injured, but his mother.
"Mom, haven't you eaten today?"
She shook her head: "Mom is not hungry."
"But..." He hesitated and then stopped. Today, he witnessed his father eating, drinking, talking and laughing with everyone at the Willow Shooting Festival, while his mother was crying alone here. She should be the one who was injured. ,Is not it? He thought of something, took out a brocade handkerchief and handed it over, raising his hand to wipe away the tears on his mother's face. Hua Rong saw that it was the handkerchief she had embroidered for him. This caring feeling once again made her eyes wet and she whispered Said: "Son, are you willing to live with your mother in the future?"
"Of course I do."
"Are you willing to live like that in Elong Town?"
Without hesitation, he said, "Yes."