A weak woman is, after all, a weak woman. She fell into a man's arms and cried bitterly. That was her last act of trust, and she confided in him without any defense.
He also lamented: "Hua Rong, I hope to spend the rest of my life making up for you, okay?"
She didn't answer, and he didn't ask any questions. He just repeated softly in her ear: "Hua Rong, I'm sorry for you, so I will let you live a good life for the rest of my life..."
Lu Wenlong picked a lot of flowers and was about to run over when he saw his father and mother hugging each other. He was so happy that he secretly turned around and ran to pick flowers again.
After a while, Hua Rong's crying turned into sobbing, and Jin Wushu sighed, wiped the tears on her face, and whispered: "Hua Rong, I actually regret it too. If we hadn't met like that, if we had changed, If we get along in one way, today's ending will not be the same."
Hua Rong raised her head in his arms and looked at the big and round moon. If the moon is not round, people will be sad for eternity. Jin Wushu's voice was soft in his ears: "It's not too late, we can still start again." Start. Hua Rong, if you don’t like it, I can drive away Yelu Guanyin and others. Whatever you want, I will follow you... "
In the night, those eyes were full of tender charm, as if they were no longer a fierce warrior, but had become the supreme love saint. Hua Rong stared into his eyes: "Fourth Prince, in fact, I am not worthy at all. You treat me like this..."
He chuckled: "Whether it's worth it or not depends on Yixin. Hua Rong, don't worry, I will never force you before killing Qin Hui. This can be regarded as giving us a period to truly understand each other..." He blinked, " Just like a man on the grassland pursues a beautiful girl, Hua Rong, do you know? In this life, I have never pursued any woman except you..." Memories are like tides, encounters on the battlefield, encounters in Kaifeng, and many years ago. I remember the silhouette of a pair of delicate hands cutting a fresh orange in the teahouse, and it was fixed in my mind.
"Hua Rong, in these years, I have never really hated you. Even after you get married, I still dream that one day we can meet again, meet again, and be together..."
She sighed softly and slowly sat up from his arms.
At this time, Lu Wenlong ran back and piled a lot of flowers into his mother's arms. Hua Rong's face was almost buried in the flowers and smiled: "Son, did you pick so many?"
"Mom, do you like it?"
"like."
At this moment, I truly appreciated the taste of a loving wife and loving son, the realm of soft jade, and I couldn't help but have a wonderful fantasy: one day, I would have another son, the son she gave birth to, my own flesh and blood, Cheng Huan Isn't it the great beauty of life to be on your knees and have fun
"Hua Rong..."
She raised her face among the flowers and saw his full smile, incomparable intimacy: "Hua Rong, actually, since the bloody battle of Xiaoshangqiao, I have completely hated war..."
What does it mean
He did not hide his thoughts at all: "Having fought for half my life and watching people fall to the ground every day, I really hate war, so I advocated the peace negotiation between Song and Jin Dynasties. In my lifetime, I hope that the two countries will never go to war again, and I will do the same." Wouldn’t it be better to spend half a lifetime of peace, riding horses, hunting, and raising children for fun than the hardships of the battlefield?”
Hua Rong was stunned for a moment. It turned out that this was his true thought. She didn't know whether she was sad or happy. She would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times. Who is willing to start a war? Who wants to be homeless
"As long as I am alive, I believe that there will never be another large-scale war between the two countries."
He was high-spirited and vowed. Hua Rong smiled slightly, yes, he had gotten rid of everything that should be eliminated, and he had obtained what should be obtained. What was the point of starting a war again
Lu Wenlong held his mother in one hand and his father in the other, and walked back happily: "Dad, what are we going to do tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow, daddy will teach you a novel thing."
"Great."
Jin Wushu didn't stop until he sent the mother and son to the tent. Hua Rong held his son, and Lu Wenlong kept waving to him: "Dad, see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
The tent door closed, and he turned around to see if the guards waiting in the night were doing their duty. The night was already deep, and his footsteps were wandering on the grass, with only the chirping of insects around. He felt lighter than ever before - as if he had let go This night, I got to know Hua Rong and her weakest point. What kind of progress is this
He waved his hands and suddenly remembered that these days, he had not been poisoned for a long time. Moreover, even if he drank too much and was full of lust, there were no signs of illness. Could it be that the medicine Hua Rong gave himself that day alleviated the poison? Or is it simply the antidote? He thought very optimistically. This woman had never really been cruel to him, right
He turned around and looked at the tent under the night. It was silent. He smiled and whispered: "Hua Rong, good night."
In the room, the candlelight was shining, reflecting a box of jewelry, gold, silver and pearls sent by the butler.
Lu Wenlong yawned and sat at the table to drink a cup of tea with his mother like a little adult. His tone was also very sophisticated: "Mom, do you feel that dad is getting better and better?"
She smiled and nodded.
"It's just that the goblin is still there. I really don't understand why dad doesn't keep his word? He said he would drive her away. Dad was not like this before..."
In the past, because the requirements were different and because the requirements were simple, it was easy to promise; now, Xi Nuer's charm has not passed, and the fourth prince still retains attachment to her OOXX novelty. As a child, he does not understand this, but he I know how to observe, and I know that even when my father speaks, he may not mean what he means.
Hua Rong smiled and said nothing, and did not answer her son's doubts. She only looked at the increasingly darker moonlight outside the window. The sweet words of the fourth prince, just like this night, this woman today, or another woman tomorrow, cannot be taken seriously. He You can have sex with other women while saying that you love you. The love of a politician is so cheap, but he thinks it is very noble, holy and devoted.
Lu Wenlong was still regretting this small "flaw": "Mom, I'm going to bed first."
"Well, mom will prepare a delicious breakfast for you tomorrow."
The world in this square tent became quiet again, the candlelight flickered, and only his lonely shadow was reflected on the four walls. Hua Rong sat in silence for a long time before closing the jewelry box. For the first time in many years, he understood the importance of money. How can a single woman with no power or money get revenge except by relying on a man? The fourth prince, he can provide part of the money and part of the power, right? As the most powerful man in Song and Jin countries today, besides relying on him, who else can I rely on? What's more, I didn't use him in vain. He was also one of the murderers, wasn't he? Because of his guilt, he always gave his wealth and favorite collections to her one by one in an attempt to win her favor.
A red damask mirror and a jade-encrusted comb lifted up her heavily made-up face from the sparkling water. She wiped it clean with a handkerchief. In the flickering candlelight, the makeup and powder had faded away, leaving no sparkle. Only then did she discover the corners of her eyes. The slight fine lines, the vicissitudes of life hidden in the brows - getting old, I am getting old.
I thought that only King Qin was old, but in fact, he himself was also old.
The only one who is immortal is Pengju. His figure will always be fixed in his prime years, brave and invincible, charging into battle, moving forward indomitably, like a tree facing the wind.
The comb slid over the hair, and a gentle voice sounded above the head: "Sister Seventeen, let me comb it for you..."
She was startled and turned around. The comb fell to the ground and the jade on the handle was broken into two pieces. It was a quiet night and in a foreign country. Where could there be the slightest trace of Pengju
"Pengju, wait, wait, I will definitely go back to accompany you and never be separated from you again."
"Mom... Mom..." That was the laughter of the little tiger head, holding up the little turtle, holding up the little oyster, and walking proudly on the cruiser with his little boots, "tap, tap..."
With tears streaming down her face, she lay undressed on her bed, facing the bright moonlight outside the window, which made her heartbroken.
Speeding up their horses, a small team sneaked into the Liao Kingdom at night, crossed the grassland, crossed the grove, and came to a mysterious valley.
After bypassing the boulder, it was like a natural gate, and the view suddenly opened up. On the flat area, there were large and rough houses, and the huge natural flat land became a square. There were shouts from all around: "Kill, kill, kill..."
Neat appearance, sharp weapons, dark formations, and meticulous training.
King Qin laughed loudly, rode into the arena, and clapped his hands: "Okay, okay, very good, I saw the elite of the former Liao Kingdom today, and they are indeed worthy of their reputation..."
A general wearing a red scarf ran over, surprised and delighted: "Your Majesty, are you here?"
Beside him, a big man of Liao descent was wary, but seeing Liu Wu's attitude, he didn't dare to be presumptuous. He stared at the big man who suddenly broke in, but he was soon attracted by the aura in those leopard-like eyes. Shocked, I couldn't help but take a few steps back.
There was a strange whistle, and a general wearing a robe like Liu Wu came forward, bent down and saluted: "Your Majesty, I, the little man Yelulong, have been ordered by the lord to welcome your Majesty."
King Qin laughed loudly: "Liu Wu, you continue, okay, very good."
He waved his hand and strode towards the direction directed by Yelu Longxu.
A row of flat houses, half wood and half stone structures, obviously built with local materials in the past two or three years. King Qin looked at it as he walked, these are military camps, Yelu Dayong, what kind of luxury would this old ghost live in? place
In an independent courtyard, a two-story building, the stone door opened silently. King Qin went in and saw a hidden corner on the second floor, which was obviously an observation tower. A man in black was coming down from the top, his voice was silent. Emotion: "King Qin, what do you think?"
"Very good. Better than I imagined."
He smiled proudly, and the skin on his face looked strange. King Qin suspected that he had changed into another mask. However, he was not interested in knowing the old ghost's original appearance.
"King Qin, you have come all the way to see our military appearance?" He deliberately emphasized the word "we".
"Of course, I have put in all my efforts, manpower and material resources, so I can't just ignore it..." King Qin didn't care, "Besides, I have to come to see you, my father-in-law, right?"
"My father-in-law? Interesting, interesting." Yelu Dayong laughed, "I didn't expect that I would become the father-in-law of Haiba King Qin. Who can explain the changes in the world?"
Two young servants in green clothes and small hats came up to mix tea. King Qin looked around and saw a large stone house. The inside was covered with long hanging rocks, a strong air of cold air, a few animal skins, and lonely walls. There were no gorgeous furnishings. He was shocked. Yelu Dayong was once the prince of the Liao Kingdom. He was so extravagant and luxurious, but now, it was so simple and shabby. It was obvious that he was completely devoted and desperate on the road to compete for the world.