"Son, I did want to find your mother in the name of hunting, but something happened and delayed me on the way. You also heard what Hailing said, your mother must be in danger, we must find her immediately..."
Lu Wenlong felt a buzzing in his head and asked in a trembling voice: "Dad, who is Qin Hui? Why did mother want to assassinate him?"
Jin Wushu Zhihuarong had never told his children about revenge, and it was difficult to answer for a while. After a while, he said: "This is a damn despicable person. He killed a very important relative of your mother."
"Ah? Of course mom should take revenge. But how can mom kill him by herself?"
"She can't kill her! Your mother is too stubborn. She wants to go even though she knows she will die. I can't stop her at all."
"How many troops does Qin Hui have?"
"One hundred thousand troops. Your mother is such a person, stubborn and stubborn..."
Lu Wenlong was very confused, "Dad, if that's the case, why don't you avenge your mother? You are so capable. You have defeated the Song army many times and lost their armor. They are no match for you at all. You can definitely defeat Qin Hui, you why are you not going?"
This was an unanswerable question. Jin Wushu looked up at the sky in front of him, and his chest was so clogged that he was feeling suppressed. That was the major policy of Song and Jin Dynasty, and it was the victory that he wanted to insist on throughout his life. How could he do the opposite? Of.
His voice was very hollow: "Son, you don't understand, this is war, war..."
"Why war? Wouldn't it be better not to fight?" Having experienced fighting, he particularly hated war. Lu Wenlong didn't understand at all why humans would fight on such a large scale.
Jin Wushu had never thought about this question. He heard his son ask again and again, but he couldn't answer. Among animals, they only fight for food and to be full. But people are different. People like to eat more and occupy more, so they can use it for themselves. If not, he will have to hoard it for several lifetimes. Greed breeds war. This is the first time that he has so seriously examined the long-standing war. What is the meaning of war? Is it just to seize wives and daughters, seize wealth, shed rivers of blood, and show supreme authority
Lu Wenlong didn't give up: "Dad, you will definitely be able to avenge your mother, why don't you? You are more capable than my mother... "
He only knew how to shake his head. A woman is so insignificant compared to her family and country. He can give her gold, silver and jewelry, and give her glory and wealth, but the essential things are absolutely unshakable. If he wants her, he wants a A woman is just like any other woman. As for other attached conditions, it’s too troublesome.
The crown prince of the Jin Kingdom and the woman of the Song Kingdom can only be like this, right? What else can I do
He reluctantly said: "I promised your mother many things. She could have stayed in the Fourth Prince's Mansion and lived a life of prosperity and wealth. She gave up on her own. She didn't want it on her own."
Lu Wenlong disagreed: "I'm asking, why don't you help your mother get revenge?"
"I can't help."
"Why?"
"Because she is from the Song Dynasty and I am from the Jin Dynasty. I can't harm the interests of our Dai Jin. With Qin Hui's existence, Dai Jin will get a lot of benefits... and..." "Moreover, how can I help Yue Peng report revenge? Isn't this right? What a big joke?" Of course he would not say this, and he had never even mentioned Yue Pengju's name in front of his son.
He seemed to be talking to an adult, and he was also subconsciously defending himself. If it were other people, he could ignore it, but this is his own son, so he couldn't ignore it. "My father is the fourth prince, the Yue Kingdom of Dajin." King, therefore, I cannot listen to your mother in everything. I originally wanted to let her live a good life, but she is unwilling and there is nothing I can do. The most I can do is not stop her, but I will never help her."
"Even if my mother dies, can't I help her?"
He felt painful that children could not understand the situation of adults at all. Because they did not know how terrible the strife in the court was. If they were not careful, they would fall into the trap of political opponents and be caught by them, and they would die without a burial. Land. They always think that between people, children and mothers can give everything at any time. Even if you explain it to them, you can’t explain it clearly. That is the price of growth. When they grow up, they will naturally understand. .Many things are not actually as clearly opposed as black and white. There are countless ambiguities and ambiguities in between.
Lu Wenlong asked again: "Even if my mother dies, can't I help her?"
He gritted his teeth: "No!"
Lu Wenlong suddenly said: "Actually, you already know where mother is, right?"
He nodded and did not deny it.
"Dad, I used to think that you were good to your mother. In fact, you are not that good to your mother. In fact, you are not even as good to her as Uncle Zhahe..."
Jin Wushu seemed to have been slapped hard by someone. He couldn't help but rein in his horse, as if to keep a distance from his son. He raised his head, and Lu Wenlong's eyes were so menacing that he didn't even dare to look at the young man's eyes. It was as if he had been stripped naked suddenly. Those secrets that I didn't even know deep down in my heart were actually revealed so casually.
Only a child can be so outspoken. His criterion for measuring good and bad is not how much gold, silver and jewelry he gives, but whether he truly protects and rescues him at critical moments. Just like his mother, she never gave him many precious things. However, she was gentle and loving, and she would sacrifice her life to save him every time he was in danger. Even when he was a child, he understood that this was the only woman in the world who would treat him like this. If it weren't for his mother, how could she be so selfless and loving?
"Dad, you actually don't know, but I know that mom doesn't like those jewelry things you gave her at all, nor does she like Xiaowei, Madam Yelu, Madam Wang, etc. I know, I am the only one who knows, Dad, you I don’t know my mother at all.”
He was furious, as if he wanted to protect his dignity as a father and a man: "You are still young, you don't understand at all. Son, adult matters are much more complicated than you think."
Lu Wenlong was fearless: "What's so complicated? No matter how complicated it is, you can just watch your mother die?"
Jin Wushu was furious: "Remember, you are a Jin man and a man of our Jurchens! The interests of the Jurchens are the greatest interests. How can we get entangled in personal grudges? Do you know that if dad goes to help your mother? Is it treason? How can a person betray his own country? This is a major obligation that a person is born with!
Lu Wenlong dismissed it: "I don't want to understand the big details! Dad, I can't see Daikin's interests, but if my mother dies, I will know right away! Besides, you said it yourself, who is Qin Hui? A great evil man. Why can’t he be killed? Should he be divided between the Great Jin and the Great Song Dynasty?”
Jin Wushu felt a chill all over his body. The young man in front of him wearing the costume of the little prince of the Kingdom of Jin, had he not become a "Jin man" in essence? Is it due to his nature, or is it the influence Hua Rong has brought to him these days
He was horrified and realized for the first time that that was not his son, really not!
That was the difference between the two races. At this moment, the genes of Lu Den and his wife were resurrected in him.
Lu Deng and his wife are also another kind of "fools" of Hua Rong's type. They would rather die than live. No wonder this child and Hua Rong hit it off. As the saying goes, people flock together and birds of a feather flock together.
What a terrible thing!
His anger gradually dimmed, as if he had experienced a great battle and was exhausted.
Lu Wenlong looked at his eyes carefully and saw that his father's face was gray and depressed like never before, and even filled with deep fear. He felt strange. For the first time, his father became so strange, as if he was someone he didn't know. .
He could not hide his disappointment. For the first time, he realized the unspeakable impermanence of life. He also realized for the first time that his father was not as heroic, great and affectionate as he imagined. He no longer talked to his father, just Urging the horse forward, he was so urgent. Since his father was unwilling to save him, he had to save him. Just like how many times his mother sacrificed her life to save herself.
For his father, after his mother died, there were many other women in the world vying to be his father's princess; but for him, after his mother died, there was no more. He had always thought that Hua Rong was his biological mother, and he had always thought that Hua Rong was his biological mother. Never doubted this.
A group of guards who had been staying away from him came up at this time. Wu Qimai said anxiously: "Where is the little prince going? What should I do?"
Jin Wushu didn't answer, and he couldn't answer either.
It's a cloudy morning.
The rain was about to come, and the fallen leaves in the forest were whirling and flying, and even the air carried a gloomy atmosphere. Hua Rong lay on the horse, feeling groggy, and she didn't know where she had gone. She forgot that she was Why did you mount the horse again? Wasn't the horse already running away? Why did you come back again
She wanted to wait for King Qin, wanted to see where he was, and wanted to know if he was still alive. But, why couldn't she wait
She was holding a piece of iron-like dry food in her hand. It was taken from her arms and smelled of blood. It had no taste, but she ate it. When she was thirsty, she chewed a handful of it. grass.
Live, always live.
After experiencing many lives and deaths, I understand that as long as I can live, it is best to live.
The various scars on her body were all external injuries and not fatal. However, her chest felt depressed for a while. Finally, she could no longer bear the sweet smell in her throat. She opened her mouth and vomited a mouthful of black bruises. She came out. She swayed, holding on tightly to the horse's reins to prevent herself from falling off. This battle was almost like an oil lamp, burning to the end and almost running out of oil.
I feel disappointed and excited at the same time. That knife must still be inserted into Qin Hui's chest. He will be half disabled even if he doesn't die. Is this considered a win or a loss? There is only one thought, no matter what, to find my son and see him one last time. This was originally the urgency that existed before the war, but at that time, I was afraid that my faith would be shaken, so I did not dare to go. At this time, I have to go, no matter what, I have to go once. Little Hutou, does he still recognize his mother
She raised her head and wanted to identify the direction. The little tiger's head was still hundreds of miles away from here. Can she still hold on until that time
"Girl, just wait, I will take you to find Little Tiger Head..."