C227 Approaches

Wang Junhua pounded his chest and stomped his feet, but seeing that Qin Gui was not able to think of a way for him, he grabbed onto his beard angrily: "Old ghost, no matter what, you have to think of a way … …"

Qin Gui did not dare to disobey: "Take your time, there will be a way."

A cold light flashed in Wang Junhua's eyes, "Hua Rong knows our background, and so does Tian Wei. "If the two of them are working together, it would be better to make the first move …"

Qin Gui was shocked: "What do you mean?"

"It's better to kill these two bastards first."

Qin Gui muttered to himself, the Taizu had sworn an oath, they would not kill officials or those who wrote books, Yue Pengju had already made it known, who could kill him so easily? He only said, "Madam, don't be anxious. Yue Pengju is definitely going to die, but you have to take it slowly. In a short period of time, he and Hua Rong might not be able to turn the sky upside down."

Wang Junhua knew that his husband had a lot of tricks up his sleeves, so he scolded, "Alright, I'll give you some time. Furthermore, Shangguan Family might not really believe in Hua Rong … "

Qin Gui stroked his beard, he naturally turned a blind eye to his wife and Shangguan Family, and in the past few days, Wang Junhua had almost done all sorts of bewitching arts, trying to hook up with Zhao Deji. She thought, since the Fourth Prince of Jin Guo was in his hands, could he not handle a mere Zhaojiaji? Because she was influenced by Jin Wushu, she was very disdainful towards him. Secretly, she kept calling him "Nine Kings", and didn't think that he was some kind of overweeningly mighty emperor.

At this time, Gao Yigong's voice could be heard outside the door: "Master Qin."

Gao Yigong was an informant planted by the side of Qin Gui and his wife. Hearing Gao Yigong's voice, Wang Junhua naturally did not dare to hesitate, and said: "Come in."

The husband and wife pair did not avoid Gao Yigong. Gao Yigong walked in and cupped his hands: "I heard that Yue Pengju is returning to the imperial court?"

"What do you think of the Tall Man?"

"What the Fourth Prince hates in his life, is Yue Pengju. This person has always been at the main station. This time, we definitely cannot let him hinder our good fortune. "

"What should we do?"

"Follow the plan."

"Yes."

Gao Yigong was afraid that the two would disobey him, so he said: "Sooner or later, the Fourth Prince's army will be annihilated, and you two, husband and wife, will be able to form an empire with our own forces …"

Wang Junhua was overjoyed at the unexpected news, and thought that if Fourth Prince and the others could become the Conferred King, he might be able to become a Concubine Empress by chance. In the past few days, he had personally witnessed the competition between the different concubines in the palace. Forget about the Pan Xianfei, she had a son, but Zhang Yingying, Wu Jinnu and the others did not have children, so he was still as precious as ever. Which girl in the world could compare to the Emperor, even if it was the honor of the concubinage?

She looked forward to it, and immediately said: "My family's husband and wife are completely loyal to the Fourth Prince … …"

Qin Gui was not very interested in this "Inaugural Merit Point", as he knew that it was not necessarily better than the black muslin hat that was on his head. If this were to be exposed, it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the Da Song. The lighter case was poor, and the heavier was that he would lose his life, so being loyal to the Fourth Prince was already his choice. This was the only magic treasure that could protect their long-term prosperity.

Immediately, Gao Yigong sent someone to deliver the confidential information to Fourth Prince, telling him to decide, or more accurately, to reinforce him in order to quickly kill Yue Pengju and his wife.

On the other hand, after Hua Rong and her mother entrusted their son and daughter to the Sis GaoSi, they rushed to the capital. On this day, the two passed by the abandoned manor that they had returned from the sea. At this time, the manor had been divided up into dozens of families of soldiers and had been reorganized. It had long since turned from a wealthy household into a small village.

It was here that the two of them first got married. Now that they had revisited this place, all sorts of feelings welled up in their hearts.

It was already late autumn, and the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree inside was full of fallen leaves. Walking under the leaves, it was as if one was floating on a layer of golden ocean.

Yue Pengju smiled and asked his wife: "It's already late, we might as well rest here for the night, and leave tomorrow morning."

"That's good."

Many of the children had once called Hua Rong "flower Mr", and now that she had returned, they were naturally overjoyed. A senior sister-in-law said, "Madame Yue, you have your new home, the children look forward to seeing you go home everyday …"

"Thank you very much."

That night, the Ladies killed chickens and geese, tidied up the vegetables, and warmly welcomed the two of them. After having their fill, the two strolled around the garden in the late autumn.

This garden was completely different from the winter snow.

Yue Pengju suddenly thought of the second day after their marriage. He carried his wife on his back as he walked on the snow, looking at everyone around him, he squatted down and giggled, "Sister Shi Qi, I'll carry you."

She leaned on his back, and he stood up, and this time he held out his hand so that she could take the pine needle from his head. She broke off one and stroked his neck, tickling it, and he laughed, the way he had carried her so many times, holding her, and now Fang felt the person on his back sink a little, no longer light as usual.

He suddenly remembered the scene of that night when he "lost his vision" and saw the King Qin. Turns out that it wasn't that his eyes were blurred, it was that he had indeed been here.

She fell into a daze, the pine needle in her hand dropping to the ground.

Yue Pengju smiled and asked her: What's wrong?

She said depressingly, "I suddenly remember King Qin, but I don't know how he got that weird medicine. "Sigh …"

In her heart, she didn't know since when she had developed such a strong feeling for the King Qin, but it was the accumulation of a kind of quantity. Little by little, until she found out, it was already a very heavy weight.

Other than Yue Pengju, he had never been so concerned about anyone else. Sometimes, they would even secretly miss him, faintly look forward to him. Sometimes, they would even secretly look forward to him, just like old friends.

It had nothing to do with Feng Yue, it was a deep emotion that came naturally to him — he could only hope that he was safe and happy.

Yue Pengju propped his wife's body up on his back a little. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, "Big Sis Shi Qi, there was a period of time when I was really afraid of King Qin …"

"Ah?" What are you afraid of him for? "

"If I hadn't been guarding you for the past year, I'm afraid he would have taken you away already!"

She giggled and tugged at his ear. "Idiot, I'm jealous …"

He asked, "Can't you be jealous?" Following which, he smiled slyly. "However, now that I'm at ease, my son is still the smartest. I know how to call him uncle …"

Hua Rong laughed as she rubbed his neck, and said: "You also know that he's' Uncle '? As long as I have you, how could I like others? "

This was the first time he had heard the word "happiness" from his wife. Although he had known this for a long time, he still felt exceptionally happy upon hearing these two words. Carrying her on his back, he walked back, "It's a little cold outside, let's go back and rest …" To be honest, King Qin is truly a trustworthy person … "

The two sentences were completely out of tune, but she completely understood and replied with an "En". She was slightly depressed, who wouldn't believe the King Qin but herself would also believe in him.

Yue Pengju carried his wife on his back and quickly returned in the night. He didn't let her go until they were inside the house. She was petite, so she turned and leaned against his chest. She raised her head and hit him on the chin, and he suddenly put his arm around her, feeling a strange sensation as he watched her recovered body, delicate face, and bright eyes like those of a young girl he had just met.

"Peng Ju …"

"Sister Shi Qi …"

Perhaps it was because she had been sick for so long, or perhaps it was because she was wearing a light red shirt that he had personally selected for her.

In that moment, Hua Rong's face also turned red, she grabbed his hand and sat at the side of the tea table.

The candles were lit and the teapot was bubbling in a small stove. Hua Rong poured a cup of tea and brought it over to his husband. Hua Rong sat by the side and used the fire to sew a bronze button on the armor that she wanted to present to his husband.

In the past, when she was at home, she was very impatient to do this. Later on, she had wandered for many years, so she didn't have the time to do this.

After she was done sewing, she went to the bed and made up the bedding. She hoped that her husband would rest more comfortably, just like her usual wife. After finishing all this, the candle on the table beside him lit up, Hua Rong took off her clothes and went to bed. Seeing that her husband was still reading a book on soldiers, she smiled sweetly: "Pengju, it's time to rest."

Yue Pengju put down the military manual, and unintentionally glanced at his wife, only to see her blushing red, her expression extremely lovely. His heart stirred. In the past year or so, his wife had been severely injured and could only rest. He was by her side every night, but he was never able to perform the ritual of husband and wife for fear of hurting her in the slightest. Such patience was naturally painful for a hot-blooded man. It was even a type of extreme torture. However, he restrained it with great perseverance. Over time, he got used to it. Today, he suddenly saw his wife take off her clothes early. She was wearing only a close-fitting apron, hugging a thin blanket. Her face was flushed, and her exposed arm was like a lotus root, snow-white.

It was only then that he realized that, after these days of recuperation, his wife was no longer as haggard as she had been when she was seriously injured. Her body was as exquisite as a nourished flower.

This realization made him really jump in joy. He walked over and sat beside her, still not daring to believe it. He only asked, "Can I? It's really okay? "

She nodded, her voice barely audible. "Yes."

"Hahaha …" "Hahaha …"

Seeing him so happy, Hua Rong could not help but laugh, her face red from embarrassment. "Idiot, all I know is to laugh …"

Of course, Yue Pengju didn't just know how to laugh, he was also very excited in his heart. Everyone said that husband and wife were "better off than wife", that Hua Rong had sent a Jinguo to escape, that was a huge difference, but it would be suffering for a long time with a single glance. At this moment, seeing his wife's coquettish expression, how could he bear it?

He had to kiss her every night to sleep, and he remembered to kiss her every time he went out to hunt, but this kind of kiss was completely different from the one he had given her tonight. The moment he embraced her soft body, he felt as if his heart was on fire, burning with emotion, intoxicated by the spring breeze.

Even on the wedding night, he had never been so crazy. The two of them spoke and spoke, and for a long while, Hua Rong was completely unable to catch her breath, her entire body was covered with a feeling of numbness, she was in's embrace, lightly gasping for breath. He softened his lips and only placed them on hers. The two of them continued to kiss intimately and he spoke in a low voice, "Is that alright? "If it doesn't work, you have to tell me …"