He has seen Hua Rong writing and making tea, but he has never seen her doing needlework so slowly, like a woman who never leaves home. Of course, there are also some women in the Kingdom of Jin who can ride and shoot, but generally, they can ride and shoot. Most of the women who shoot ejaculate are rough and tough, and the ones with big and thick bodies look like men. Even if they are occasionally good-looking, they cannot be compared to female workers such as chess, calligraphy, painting, making tea, and sewing. But why? Hua Rong, can she do this? When on the battlefield, she charges into battle without giving up her hair; at home, when she is working on needles and threads, making tea and cooking, she is as delicate as a real woman.
How can a woman bring these two virtues into full play
Suddenly thinking of Yue Pengju, my heart felt bitter and astringent, and then I realized what kind of wife Yue Pengju had married!
She is Yue Pengju’s wife!
Yue Pengju was so blessed in this life. Even if he tried his best, he would not be as happy as him in this life.
He stared at his son's clothes carefully, and he became crazy thinking about it.
"Abba, Abba..."
He held his son's hand, a little confused: "Son, tell me, what should dad do so that your mother will stay with us forever?"
Lu Wenlong was startled for a moment and found that his father was actually discussing the problem with him seriously. He was also confused, but he thought seriously for a long time before slowly answering: "Mom doesn't like Mrs. Wang, nor does she like Mrs. Yelu. If mom stays Next, they will harm her..."
Jin Wushu remained calm, and even the little children noticed it.
Lu Wenlong stared at his father, hesitated for a moment and then asked carefully: "Dad, can you not have Madam Wang and Madam Yelu at home..."
He stared at his son with interest: "You said that as long as they leave, mother will come back?"
Lu Wenlong couldn't answer.
"Son, what did mother tell you?"
Lu Wenlong shook his head. His mother only taught him not to eat anything from outside, but she didn't mention anything else.
Jin Wushu looked at the long sunset in the distance, and for some reason, he developed a very strong feeling of laziness. He did not want to think of the war, nor of the past palace battles, the bloody battle of Xiaoshangqiao, the Battle of Lin'an, the Gushen Sect The death of Han Zongjun and other brothers... He really reached the pinnacle of power, but became lonely. What can the Nine-Fifth Lord do? What if you board the Dragon Throne
"Abba, Abba..."
"Son, I'm so tired. Dad is so tired."
Lu Wenlong was very surprised. Dad didn't hunt, go to the battlefield, or exercise. How could he be tired
Jin Wushu saw the disappointment on his face and asked him: "Son, what do you want to say?"
"I..." Lu Wenlong pulled a piece of grass and held it in his hand without saying anything.
Jin Wushu asked: "Son, what exactly do you want to say?"
Lu Wenlong then said slowly: "Dad, I think you like Madam Wang and the others more, and treat them better than you treat your mother..."
"How can I see it?"
"You have beaten your mother and often quarreled with your mother. However, you have never beaten Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Yelu. You often reward them with things and are kind to them..."
He was shocked, and the past events were vivid in his mind. Indeed, he always said that he liked Hua Rong, but what had he done for her? What have you really thought about for her
Seeing his father fall into silence, Lu Wenlong stopped talking and asked in a low voice: "Dad, are you angry?"
Jin Wushu laughed, patted his shoulder, lay on the grass, held his head, and looked at the endless blue sky. White clouds floated like white cattle and sheep. For many years, he had never observed so calmly. Nature.
"Dad, mom has been gone for so long, do you miss her?"
He just didn't answer.
Lu Wenlong was even more disappointed when his father didn't answer. He just sat there, holding the gun and rubbing it repeatedly.
When the sun set completely and the sky turned into a golden blue, Jin Wushu sat up and took his hand: "Son, it's time for us to go home."
Lu Wenlong was glum and didn't say a word.
"Son, I promise you that from now on, you and your mother will be the only ones in the house, and everyone else will leave."
Lu Wenlong raised his head in surprise: "Dad, is it true?"
Jin Wushu nodded: "But, it's not possible now. Madam Wang can't leave yet."
"why?"
He said mysteriously: "Because, this is what your mother asked for. If she leaves, your mother will hate Dad forever."
Lu Wenlong was confused and Jin Wushu blinked: "You are not allowed to tell anyone."
He nodded and asked no more questions obediently.
In the distance, Wang Junhua came out of the lake. After these days of dieting and high-intensity exercise on the grassland, her figure had greatly recovered. After coming out of the bath, she was pleasantly surprised to find that she could actually wear the most beautiful outfit. Gorgeous new clothes. This is the best tailor from Lin'an. The complicated patterns on it are far more exquisite than the palace clothes.
She stood up gracefully, and the maids helped her up. From a distance, even Yelu Guanyin had to marvel. The exquisiteness of Song Dynasty's costumes was indeed unparalleled by Liao and Jin. After Hua Rong's warning, Yelu Guanyin couldn't help but re-examine it. In my own situation, I concentrated on trying to figure out the truth and falsehood of those words. Now, compared with Hua Rong, I was completely at a disadvantage. If Hua Rong wanted to be with Wang Junhua, it would be best to withdraw voluntarily. However, if she dealt with Wang Junhua, then she would If you deal with yourself, wouldn't you be alone and helpless
Therefore, she neither dared to give up on Wang Junhua completely, nor wanted to get too close, so she still chose between them. When she saw Wang Junhua dressed up, she quietly hid away and waited to see what she was going to do.
Wang Junhua didn't notice so much, because her eyes were completely focused on the two people walking opposite - the fourth prince pulled Lu Wenlong, and the father and son talked intimately, with smiles on their faces.
The father and son acted as if there was no one around, until Wang Junhua spoke: "Fourth Prince, little prince..."
With a smile on her face, she took out a delicate jade pendant and handed it over: "Little prince, a little thought from my family..."
Lu Wenlong's hands were behind his back, his face full of vigilance.
Jin Wushu said calmly: "Son, you go back first."
Two guards came up, escorted Lu Wenlong and turned around to leave. Wang Junhua's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, feeling very embarrassed.
Only then did Jin Wushu look at her carefully. Today, Wang Junhua was wearing heavy makeup, with a girlish shyness on her face - her brows were lowered, like the most docile sheep. Jin Wushu suddenly remembered her fierceness in front of Qin Hui, and smiled, Looking at it again, I realized that it was a kind of light silk clothing. This is a Song Dynasty clothing that adheres to the Tang style. It is very open, but it is bold and hazy, making it even more sexy. It has a MILF look. Charm.
Wang Junhua was shocked by those bright eyes, and his heart beat wildly. In the sunset, the man opposite him was the man he had been in love with for more than ten years. For him, he would go through fire and water, put down all dignity, just to be able to Be a puddle of mud under his feet and melt into his arms.
However, after coming here for so long, the fourth prince has never favored him, not even once. A woman in her prime, with a hungry body, an anxious mood, and an enemy like Hua Rong, love and hate are intertwined, and her lust is suddenly unbearable. It expands infinitely, and the whole body suddenly starts to burn.
Slave of desire.
Her voice changed its tone, and she was charming: "Fourth Prince..."
Jin Wushu shook his head, half-smiling but not smiling: "Mrs. Wang, are you still used to this place? This prince has indeed neglected you these days... "
She shed tears, feeling wronged and sad. She had traveled thousands of miles to get here, and what she was waiting for was this sentence
"Fourth Prince?"
"Madam Wang, you don't need to worry too much. I have already found out that King Qin has arrived at the border of Liao Kingdom. He will definitely come to Hua Rong. Once you kill him, you won't have to suffer any more grievances..."
Wang Junhua's hands trembled slightly, and his voice also trembled slightly: "Really?"
"When did I lie to you?"
Wang Junhua couldn't help but threw herself into his arms, crying like rain.
Jin Wushu put his arm around her shoulders and said softly: "There is no news about Qin Hui recently?"
Wang Junhua wiped his tears, raised his head, and said bitterly: "That ungrateful old thief used to be afraid of the fourth prince, and he had a good attitude toward the slave family. Now that he has become the prime minister, he is unscrupulous and does not take the slave family into consideration... Sigh. ,Except for the Fourth Prince, there is no one in this world who is sincere to the Nu family..."
Jin Wushu said casually: "Qin Hui, this prince will definitely take care of him for you..."
Wang Junhua was overjoyed: "Fourth Prince, how do you deal with him?"
Before Jin Wushu could answer, a child rushed out from the shadow of dusk with an angry voice: "Dad, you lied to me..."
He was startled and couldn't help but let go of Wang Junhua's hand. Opposite him, Lu Wenlong was holding two guns, his eyes seemed to be on fire, as if he had been greatly deceived. Dad, he actually lied to himself! Not only did he not drive this woman away, but he became intimate with her, just like Xi Nuer back then.
"son… "
Lu Wenlong stamped his spear on the ground, turned around and ran away. No wonder his mother didn't come back. It turned out to be like this.
His little heart, his adoring father, could not bear such deception at all.
When his arms were empty, Wang Junhua opened his mouth to shout, but Jin Wushu had already run away. Just when he thought he was going to catch up, he stopped again and stood there sadly.
"Fourth Prince..."
She was pleasantly surprised, but after calling out a few times, Jin Wushu just forced a smile and entered the tent.
Wang Junhua stood there, almost jumping with anger. The heat of the hug just now was still there. This was what she had been looking forward to for a long time, but she was disturbed by Lu Wenlong.
At this time, her hatred for Lu Wenlong had almost reached its peak. She wished she could grab this kid and chop him into pieces with two knives. If this kid was not removed, she would not be able to live in peace for a day. And he was Hua Rong. The most advantageous chess piece in her hand is also the weapon that allows her to run rampant.
Behind the inaccessible jungle, Yelv Guanyin, who had been watching for a long time, walked out of the shadows and lowered her voice: "Mrs. Wang..."
Wang Junhua growled: "This little bastard, as long as he is around, we won't have any good fruits to eat."
Yelv Guanyin was so surprised that Hua Rong didn't have to deal with it, but this child had already occupied the title of little prince, so he had to get rid of him.