The guards took the portrait and took a look at it and immediately put it into their arms. The greatest advantage of them is that they never ask about the reasons, but only know how to implement it thoroughly. Whatever the emperor orders, they will be completed to the letter.
"Remember, no matter what the cost, these two children must be killed! Everyone related to them must also be killed!"
"yes!"
"This matter cannot alarm the Queen Mother, and no one is allowed to ask."
"yes."
… …
At night, this typical small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River has fallen into complete haze.
Jin Wushu walked out slowly, turned to the bustling street, and looked at the unique prosperity of this city.
Singing and dancing are still taking place on the edge of the West Lake, with people playing ditties, performers, jugglers, storytellers... it's a great time.
In front of a tea stall, a half-blind old man held a clapper and slapped it on the simple table: "Dear readers, let me tell you that there is a great hero in this dynasty named Yue Pengju... This man is the reincarnation of the great roc bird in the sky. , specifically to protect the Song family..."
A man casually sat down at the table, and the waiter made a pot of tea: "Hello, sir, thank you for your five cents."
There was a clang and a few copper coins were thrown into the plate.
The storyteller continued: "This General Yue has learned the true teachings of war from the Nine Heavens Xuannv and is invincible. He meets the Fourth Prince of the Heavenly Evil Star of the Jin Army... The Fourth Prince used to be a God of War and was victorious in all battles. But once he encountered When it comes to the reincarnation of Dapeng, that is his nemesis... "
Suddenly someone interrupted him: "Storyteller, since you said that the roc is the nemesis of the fourth prince, then what is the reincarnation of the fourth prince?"
"Your Majesty, that's a good question. The fourth prince, this evil star, was originally the reincarnation of the evil black dragon in the sky... When it was in the sky, it was blinded by a roc, and it came here to take revenge..."
"Hahaha, since the Dapeng is so powerful, where is the Dapeng now? How is the life or death of the Fourth Prince?"
"Alas, there is no reward for good people. Dapeng was killed by Qin Hui, the spy of the Fourth Prince... Sir, why are you laughing?"
"I laugh at the karma in this world, but it is actually very ridiculous."
…
He stood up and left slowly.
In the night, the weeping willows on both sides of the bank have sprouted new buds, and the air is filled with the fragrance of spring. It is like an ordinary citizen walking in this colorful world, with a plate of peanuts and a pot of old wine, everything is enough.
At this time, a person suddenly came forward in a hurry and whispered in his ear:
"Fourth Young Master... Oops, the courtyard where we live is being followed..."
His heart trembled, and he turned around and left.
Singing, lights and shadows, a painted boat.
The dancing girl sang a tune on top:
The wind has settled in the dust and the fragrance of the flowers has faded. I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are different and people are not doing anything. I want to shed tears first when I want to speak.
I heard that the spring in Shuanggai is still good, so I plan to go out in a small boat. I'm afraid that the small boat in Shuanggai won't be able to carry many sorrows.
… …
This is Li Yian's song. He knew it back then and had seen it before, quietly in Yiyuan, in Hua Rong's house in the past -
The painting boat sailed into the center of the river.
Wu Qimai looked in a hurry, but Jin Wushu was leisurely and contented.
A pot of sake and a plate of peanuts.
He sat down and popped one in his mouth.
"Master, I think we really should return to the Kingdom of Jin right away... Zhao Deji will definitely pursue him, and the danger will be great. Besides, there is no Qin Hui now, so we can't hide at all... "
"If Qin Hui is hiding, it will not show off our ability. If thousands of troops can't hide, why can't a few people hide? I don't believe that Zhao Deji can still have such ability."
Wu Qimai sighed: "I really don't know what the Wolf Lord will decide."
The news has been fed back to the Wolf Lord a long time ago. As for the Wolf Lord, it is up to the Wolf Lord not to deploy troops and generals but to seize the opportunity.
"Master, if you're not here, the Wolf Lord will definitely not be able to make the decision."
"Why not? Now there is Hailing and a few other old guys."
"What's happening in Hailing? Master, since we have paid such a big price and risk..."
He didn't say any more, and the Fourth Prince didn't speak either.
risk.
What kind of risk is this? Risk to your own body? At risk? If he failed, he didn't know why, but he felt increasingly war-weary. No matter how much he encouraged him, it was useless.
"Sir, what's the benefit of us staying? What's the benefit of helping King Qin?"
benefit
He doesn't know either.
For the first time in my life, I am not doing things for any benefit.
"Maybe for fun."
Fun? What would the Fourth Prince do for fun
He drank another glass of sake and frowned slightly with a smile: "I really want to see what Zhao Deji's expression would be if his illegitimate brother was known to the world. Wu Qimai, for Zhao Deji, I actually I hate him even more than I hate King Qin."
Wu Qimai was angrily: "We have no intention of helping King Qin like this."
He continued to be patient: "I really am not helping King Qin. Don't you think that by delaying the forces of both sides, I am also helping Dajin? Helping the Wolf Lord to make decisions? Although I will no longer lead the battle, I hope that the Wolf Lord can have More time to think clearly... If King Qin is defeated soon, the game will be over in a few moments, and Zhao Deji will have nothing to deal with, right? "
Wolf Lord, does he think clearly
Moreover, what he is most interested in is whether King Qin can really finish the game in a few seconds
The boat was in the lake, and the little girl singing the song was still babbling.
The moon is white, the wind is clear, and I feel tired.
The lights in the lake began to dim, and the reflection, like the last remnants of makeup on a woman in her twilight years, was even more ambiguous and sad.
The boat stopped, and a light was like a bean.
Fang discovered that there was a garden in front of him.
The famous garden, Yiyuan.
The green mountains are faint and the water is far away, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered after autumn.
But this is spring.
It feels like autumn here.
He stopped and looked at the strong chilling atmosphere in this room under the dusk, as if someone's soul had been haunting here. He was shocked and moved slowly.
I don’t know why, but this beautiful garden has been empty since Hua Rong escaped. No one came to buy it or live in it.
It seems like this is an ominous place.
However, it happened that spring was warm and the flowers were blooming, and the yard was full of wild grasses and flowers, and the yard was filled with fragrance.
When Wu Qimai set foot here, he was also very nervous. Like the fourth prince, he was not willing to approach the place where Yue Pengju was at all - it would look very strange if his soul haunted the place.
He lowered his voice: "Master, it's not a good place here. Let's leave..."
"Shh", he waved his hand.
The two hid under a big tree.
As if there was a whoosh, a figure flashed past.
A strong chill suddenly arose in Jin Wushu's heart. It seemed as if a burst of white light flashed in front of his eyes. It was obviously silent, but there seemed to be a figure in white floating by.
Suddenly I remembered that night of poisoning - the singing fisherman girl, the leisurely man fishing. That man, my opponent, the first enemy in my life, he was tall and tall, wearing a white single shirt and a red silk collar, he was extremely handsome and unrestrained , handsome and suave, holding a folding fan in his hand, he is not the martial artist of the past at all, he seems to be a romantic talent who came out of the West Lake singing and dancing.
This was the first time in his life that he had witnessed Yue Pengju's grace.
I used to think that Yue Pengju was a warrior who only knew how to wield a spear and charge into thousands of troops; I also hated why Hua Rong chose a young man who was a few years younger than her! It wasn't until I saw it this time that I understood that only such a "martial artist" could truly create a word like "Manjianghong".
At that moment, I felt deeply jealous, as if I was not as good as Yue Pengju. I was not as good as him in fighting, not as good as him in writing poems and lyrics, and even not as good in appearance.
It's a strange thing for a man to be obsessed with his appearance - this is the first time in his life that he has been so obsessed with it, like a jealous woman.
So much so that he felt strange until much later.
This is Yue Pengju's territory.
He suddenly felt an extremely ominous feeling in his heart, as if a divine will was guiding him, and he stubbornly wanted to step into this courtyard -
A murderous aura came over.
It reaches the chest silently.
"Master, hurry up..."
The few warriors he had with him were all outstanding figures, but the one who came was obviously faster and had been hidden secretly.
He made a decision immediately, turned around and left. Because of the way these people acted, he suddenly thought of the dead soldiers raised by Qin Hui. This was also the case.
"Master... hurry up..."
A knife struck him, straight to his vest. He only carried a sword with him, which was the most commonly worn sword by scholars in the Song Dynasty at that time. A sword separated him, and he was already running down the river embankment.
The boat was on the shore, and he jumped on it.
The boatman who was punting the boat immediately started to move.
When everyone caught up here, they were already a few steps late. However, from the darkness, bows and arrows were fired like raindrops.
"Master, be careful..."
He lowered his head and narrowly avoided the flying hidden arrows. At this time, the painting boat had completely sailed into the center of the river and was far away from the shooting range.
The guards all looked solemn: "Sir, it's no longer safe here. It seems that we have been targeted."
"Zhao Deji is going to kill him. If we don't give him some hard information, he probably won't know what to do."
"What if Zhao Deji doesn't care about face at all?"
"He doesn't care about face? Of course I can find a way to make him worry about it."
"Master, it's too dangerous to go on like this. It's better to go back early..."
"Go back? It's still early! Haha, it's my first time to do something I like to do, so of course I want to have a great time!"
There is no big reason, just for fun.
Everyone needs a good time.
In the past, all my actions were for calculation and politics; this time, the purpose of politics was not so strong, it was just to humiliate—humiliate Zhao Deji!
For fun!
In order to be a villain.
Using men's privacy to threaten men, and using women's privacy to expose women are both super villain behaviors.
In the past, only King Qin could do it.
He once thought that in front of King Qin, he could really be regarded as a super gentleman.
Now I realize that a gentleman is really not as happy as a villain.
There is no purpose, just for pleasure.
"Do you still remember Queen Mother Wei's appearance?"
Everyone looked at each other in shock. After so many years, Queen Mother Wei was not a beautiful woman who captured the whole country. Who would remember her
"I have some impression, but it's very vague."
"I want to make a painting for Queen Mother Wei."
"ah?"
"It's a pity that I can't figure out what she looks like."
"Then how to draw?"
"However, there is someone who definitely remembers the appearance of Queen Mother Wei, and is also very happy to paint for her."
"who?"
"Hua Rong!"
… … …
This is a very ordinary painting boat. People are singing and dancing in the middle of the river.