"Fourth Prince, you should stay calm. If you let Wang Junhua leave, you should know the consequences."
"My prince has already dispatched heavy troops to guard it. Let alone Wang Junhua, not even a fly can fly out."
"Just keeping him is not the answer, you have to try to get Qin Hui to come. After all, his wife is here, isn't she?"
"How do I manage? Restart the war?"
Hua Rong was shocked in her heart and waved her hand: "Fourth Prince, please sit down and we can sum it up." Seeing that Jin Wushu was still standing, she stretched out her hand, poured a cup of herbal tea and put it in front of him: "Fourth Prince, please Have tea.”
Jin Wushu was flattered and took a slow sip of the tea. It was an ice-green cracked tea cup produced by the official kiln. It can only be collected by the royal family. It also came from the palace of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty.
Hua Rong then spoke slowly and said softly: "Fourth Prince, since you can control Qin Hui through peace negotiations, why don't you ask him to go to Dajin as an envoy?"
"It's not that I haven't thought about it. But his level is too high, and he is very treacherous. He has already become suspicious. He takes advantage of loopholes and pleases both parties. How easy is it to get him fooled?"
"Don't forget, Yu Wenxuzhong was also a bachelor on a mission."
"It is no longer the same. Unless the army comes to the city again. Lin'an today, if it were Kaifeng in the past, let alone Qin Hui, even Zhao Deji would have to kneel at your feet and let you deal with it. But, Hua Rong, are you willing to have Lin'an come to the city again?"
Hua Rong remained silent. The pain of the alien invasion and the disaster trampled by the iron hoof, even if she wanted to avenge her husband, she was not willing to let the people of the Song Dynasty experience such misery again.
"Hua Rong and Wang Junhua can be eliminated at any time, but Qin Hui, after much thought, there is only one way..."
Her eyes lit up: "What can I do?"
He shut up.
she asked.
He then spoke leisurely: "What good will it do me to kill Qin Hui? Only with his presence can we truly implement the peace agreement and safeguard the interests of Da Jin. Killing Qin Hui will do no harm to Da Jin. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless you marry me! In this way, at least my prince will not lose both his life and wealth."
Hua Rong was not thinking at all: "Fourth Prince, you always forget one thing."
"What's up?"
"You forgot that you are the murderer of my husband! Do you think I am so shameless? Marrying the enemy who killed my husband, committing myself to serve the enemy, facing you every night, making Yue Pengju's spirit in heaven uneasy?" She smiled half-heartedly, "Aren't you afraid that the enemy will come and strangle you in the middle of the night?"
He squeezed the tea cup in his hand desperately, almost crushing the ice-green cracks. There was indeed a mountain of swords and a sea of fire between him and her. It was ridiculous that he was still delusional.
"Hua Rong, Yue Pengju was killed by Zhao Deji and Qin Hui!"
"Fourth Prince, do you dare to do it or admit it? What is the first clause of the Song-Jin peace negotiation? You are at least an accomplice! The number one accomplice!"
He couldn't answer, and after a long while he said: "Okay, I will try my best to find a way for you to get Qin Hui to come to Beijing, at least to the border."
Hua Rong was full of expectations: "When?"
"On Song Qinzong's birthday!"
Hua Rong was startled and then remembered the long-forgotten Song Qinzong. Song Huizong was dead, but Song Qinzong was not dead yet. He was still alive. It was the puppet left by Jin Wushu who was ready to compete with Zhao Deji at any time.
"Do you want to support Song Qinzong?"
"At least it can be used as a bargaining chip. Hua Rong, since you want Qin Hui's life, you have to make certain sacrifices. Otherwise, it will not be in the interests of Daikin. Even if you want my life, I can only do this."
Hua Rong watched him get up and go out, then looked away, and then saw a small box at his feet. When he opened it, he found that it was full of books and jewelry. It was obviously the Wolf Lord who had given him the gift. Jin Wushu stopped and said: " These are for you, Hua Rong, no matter what, you should know the prince's thoughts."
After he walked away, Lu Wenlong slowly came from the other end of the tent, looked at the box opened in front of his mother, and said worriedly: "Mom, I saw that my father also gave Lady Wang earrings..."
She smiled slightly.
Lu Wenlong continued: "Madam Wang is really evil-hearted. She gave my father a goblin with deep-set eyes. It's scary, with blue eyes, like a ghost..." The child mistook the beauty of the alien race for a monster, "I Are you worried that the goblin will harm Dad?"
Hua Rong laughed, Jin Wushu was like this, he kept showing his "deep affection", but she didn't know that even a child couldn't deceive it. However, she was happy that the child could speak like this, it was an ability to think independently, although because of Age, I can't get an accurate answer, but he has been quietly observing and paying attention, right
She was not in a hurry to speak ill of Jin Wushu in front of her child. She stood up, took a half-made singlet and gestured to him: "Son, mother will make you a new dress."
Lu Wenlong asked: "Mom, how about you make one for Dad?"
"Your father has too many clothes to wear. Besides, he doesn't wear clothes like ours."
"This kind of shirt we have" - Lu Wenlong seemed to understand this sentence. He only knew that in his father's eyes, he disliked this kind of shirt. He dismissed it as arty. Now, his father likes it. The braided hair is on the left side.
The sun sets in the west.
The little tiger head chased a strange bird on the beach, took a simple slingshot, and quietly took aim.
As soon as the slingshot was launched, the bird fluttered its wings and flew away. He was disappointed, clapped his hands, jumped his feet, and was suddenly lifted into the air by a big hand: "You brat, it's such a hot day, I asked you to put on your clothes, why did you take them off?" Where’s the hat? Where’s the turban?”
He kicked his legs wildly: "It's hot, Dad, it's so hot."
King Qin still held him up, with a fierce expression: "How many times have I told you? The sun is too big and it will peel off your skin. Brat, you just don't listen. If I don't beat you, you don't know how powerful it is..."
A big palm fell on his dark buttocks. He chuckled and bent down obediently to pick up his clothes and put them on. King Qin bent down to help him put on the big straw hat. The little tiger head said mysteriously, "Dad, hurry up. Look, what's behind you?"
King Qin turned his head to look, but there was nothing behind him. The little tiger head quickly took off the big hat of the same color on his head, laughed, turned around and ran away, shouting as he ran: "Idiot, daddy, idiot, hahaha …”
After half a lifetime, he encountered this injustice. King Qin had no choice but to let his hair spread out. At this time, the setting sun had completely sunk into the sea water, like a bloody disk.
He stared at the disc and sighed, that dead girl, why hasn't there been any news from her these days? Perhaps, she had completely forgotten even her son, let alone herself, a person she had never cared about.
He walked a few steps and grabbed the little tiger's head with his long hands and feet. Regardless of his struggle, he lifted it up and left. This green space was full of grass and wild flowers in bloom. It was much cooler than the beach outside. But because it was isolated by a huge rock, It has always been a forbidden area, and the little tiger head has never been here since his mother left.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, he was like a wild horse running wild. The little tiger head cheered for joy, laughed and shouted, chasing butterflies and birds. However, his little body ran not far away and was caught back by King Qin. He was caught in a simple In front of the tombstone, there are the words "Tomb of late husband Yue Pengju" written in large characters.
"Kneel down and kowtow to your father."
The little tiger knelt down obediently and kowtowed to the tombstone nine times. Just as he was about to speak, King Qin glared at him. He did not dare to speak anymore and kept kneeling obediently.
For a long time, King Qin didn't speak, but just stared at the tombstone. How could the little tiger head endure such an atmosphere? His legs were numb, and he turned over to get up. This time, King Qin no longer stopped him and let him run forward and picked up a lot of strange things before carrying him out.
The little tiger head was reluctantly carried out. When he passed through the gap between the boulders, he lost a lot of belongings again. He was even more unhappy. He muttered and ran wildly as soon as his feet touched the beach: "Dad, it's not fun. , not fun at all…”
The little tiger ran for a while. When he saw that his father did not catch up, he stopped and stamped his feet loudly. The fine white sand flew everywhere with his little boots: "Father, hurry up, hurry up, why are you so slow... "
Seeing that his father was ignoring him, he leaned over to pick up a red shell and chuckled: "Mom likes this, my favorite..."
A jade hand stretched out and held his hand and the shell. He raised his head and looked at the visitor warily: "This is my shell, give it back to me..."
Aunt Xiao let go of her hand and pointed at Li Tinglan: "Young master, call mom quickly. I'll give you a gift..."
The little tiger head looked longingly at the strange piece of candy in her hand, swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, and was hesitating whether to scream. King Qin came over and picked it up. He struggled on King Qin's shoulder. It's like having a backer: "Daddy, I want candy, I want candy..."
"You bastard, if you have breasts, you are a mother, you are a heartless thing."
Aunt Xiao's expression changed and she hurriedly saluted: "Your Majesty..."
King Qin said coldly: "Aunt Xiao, what are you doing? Have you forgotten my instructions?"
"I don't dare to take any step beyond my control."
"Then why are you here?"
"The slave family is just here to visit the young master. The slave family and the young lady miss the young master very much and are thinking about him..."
"You don't need to worry about this child. Go back. Also, don't call him Master in the future."
Aunt Xiao asked in surprise: "Why?"
King Qin didn't care: "Because I want to sell him for a few dollars. He is just a handyman. What do you call him young master?"
The master and servant looked at each other, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd.
The King of Qin was about to leave again with the little tiger's head in his hands. Li Tinglan finally summoned up the courage, but still did not dare to look into his bell-like eyes, and whispered: "Your Majesty, I have something to ask of you. I want to bring a letter to my father. …”
"If necessary, I will arrange it." He glared, "Marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog. Since you are marrying on Changlin Island, everything should follow the rules of the island. You should face Changlin Island, and I'm not your father who wants to die, and I will be your father's spy for the rest of my life."
Li Tinglan didn't dare to say anything anymore. King Qin held up the little tiger head and walked to the palace.
Seeing the tears on the young lady's face, Aunt Xiao lowered her voice bitterly: "This evil pirate actually put us under house arrest and prevented us from communicating with the outside world. My lord, I don't know how anxious he is..."
Li Tinglan also cried in a low voice: "The slave family has a hard life. For the sake of Daliao's foundation, how can dad care about my happiness?"
Aunt Xiao quickly comforted her: "Miss, don't think too much. Although King Qin and the lord are using each other, once the situation is down, there will always be a day when we can survive."