C269 Folded Iron Sword

Hua Rong looked at Wang Junhua and she was like a fly that had come into contact with his body. No matter where Jin Wushu was, she would follow him wherever he went. And when Jin Wushu was not around, she took the initiative to turn towards the "castrated" Zhao Deji …

What was the difference between Jin Wushu and Jin Wushu?

In the past, she had even thought that Jin Wushu was at least a little stronger than her!

But, for those who were born ambitious, it was rare for them to place such importance on someone as scum as shameless as Wang Junhua.

She could not help but laugh.

Wang Junhua said angrily: "You can still laugh?"

"Wang Junhua, looks like, not only are you able to become Jin Wushu's queen, you can also become the world's empress, the Da Song's empress?!"

Wang Junhua knew that she was ridiculing him, but he couldn't help but be overjoyed. His heart was thumping hard, and he snuggled closer to Jin Wushu, as if the closer they got to this point, the greater the hope that he would have of becoming his queen. She laughed proudly: "Hua Rong, are you regretting it? Jealous? "It's too late, too late …"

Jin Wushu also sneered, "Hua Rong, if you were half as smart as Wang Junhua is, you wouldn't be as smart as you are today."

Wang Junhua glanced at the sword on her neck. In truth, what she wished the most was for Fourth Prince's sword to pierce through her neck and cause his to die on the spot, so he wouldn't waste time talking anymore. However, the Fourth Prince did not move, so she could only watch and stare. Furthermore, he could not show any signs of impatience, he had to be as docile as his most obedient mother.

She was actually afraid that Fourth Prince would be thirsty, and at such a time, she even thought of giving him a cup of tea, "Young Master, are you thirsty …"

Jin Wushu only said, "No."

Wang Junhua took a sip, and with a leisurely attitude, he said, "Hua Rong, an idiot like you would have been born with your life on the line. "Idiot, a complete idiot, you don't even know how to serve a man. A woman, how can you even dream of ascending to the heavens? Witch Si Chen, if you don't die, who will?"

These two had similar ideals and interests.

Hua Rong looked at Jin Wushu curiously. Before she left, he was still dressed like a young master of the Southern Empire. His body was sturdy like that of the Golden Man, but her aura was that of a scholar from the Southern Empire. In particular, the sword in his hand was a high-quality ancient sword. It had an extremely elegant look and possessed a strong and gentle strength. It was shaped like a knife, with a blade on one side and a back on the other. The blade was printed with a wide groove in the middle. It was more than 3 feet long and looked extremely light and light. Hua Rong had never studied swords before, but looking at that kind of peak, he knew that it must be a treasure of the Central Plains. Jin Wushu held it in one hand, the blade light never left his neck.

He saw Hua Rong staring intently at the sword, and said coldly: "This is the Heavy Iron Treasure Sword that Great General Gu has used."

"Jing Kang was robbed in the great calamity?"

"Wrong, it's a gift from Qin Gui."

Qin Gui was actually hiding such a good thing, it could be seen that in the two years he had been back in Song Kingdom, after becoming a high official, he had secretly collected countless good things to honor Jin Wushu. It looks like Jin Wushu really had an extremely profitable business to send his wife and husband to Song.

The cold gleam of the sword and the flow of her eyes made her long eyelashes seem as if they were about to fall into the shadow of the sword.

Ancient sword.

The delicate teacups in the official kiln on the table.

A simple and elegant woman in embroidered clothes beside him.

All of this created an extraordinarily beautiful scene.

What a harmonious thing.

Jin Wushu's gaze became a little gentler, the tip of his sword couldn't help but shift slightly as he lowered his head to look at her. For a moment, he had even forgotten that this was a life and death situation, and was actually enjoying life with the girl he liked.

"Hua Rong!"

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"Hua Rong..."

Wang Junhua had been watching him from the side and he couldn't help but panic in his heart. Although the Fourth Prince had chosen him twice, he still couldn't help but panic, as if he was no match for this woman! This was because the Fourth Prince had never looked at him with such a gaze before.

How could he not be her opponent?

How could a coquettish gaze resist the crucial moment's decision? That's good, isn't it?

From Zhao Deji to the Fourth Prince, he had always been the one sweeping the world. Who could be his match if he wanted to obtain the love of a man? Who could?

Hua Rong can't do it either!

What did she do for the Fourth Prince?

Why would Fourth Prince look at her like that?

An even more intense thought arose in her heart, but her face was still faintly hurting. She had to kill this woman! As long as this woman didn't die, he would never be at peace!

However, Hua Rong did not even glance at Wang Junhua. Jin Wushu did not look at Wang Junhua either, his gaze lingering on the ancient sword and the face in front of him.

Sword hero.

A soulmate.

Why was it that he had to face such an embarrassing situation every time? Why?

Hua Rong slowly opened her mouth, revealing her thin, white teeth. Her lips carried a kind of fresh, captivating red, and her voice was warm and cold: "Jin Wushu, I have truly misjudged you!"

"Hmph."

"I always thought that you were at least more courageous than Zhao Deji, or that you were at least a man. It was only today that I realized that you were exactly the same as Zhao Deji and Qin Gui …" The corner of her mouth raised into a smile, and Wang Junhua, who was at the side, could not help but snort. He really wanted to slap his and pull out all of the long eyelashes, and dig out her eyeballs to see if she had such eyeballs!

These were the eyes of a fox spirit!

There was actually such a fox spirit in the world.

Fortunately she was a fox spirit with a big temper, if it was Ye Lvguanyin, how could he be her match? What a waste of a pair of eyes.

Hearing Wang Junhua's cold snort, and looking at Hua Rong, even though he was cunning and did not show any emotions, at the moment, she was blushing a little. Qin Gui was nothing but a dog in his eyes, while Zhao Deji being captured was just a timid and crafty rabbit escaping from the clutches of the sea. After hearing Hua Rong compare herself to these two again and again, her last bit of patience was completely gone, her anger was accompanied by her determination, and her voice grew even louder: "Hua Rong, on account of the past love and son, this prince will give you one last chance. Do you want to go or not? "

One last chance!

Under such circumstances, the Fourth Prince actually gave this woman a chance?

Wang Junhua's heart soured. "Fourth Prince, she …"

Jin Wushu said impatiently, "Hua Rong, you were the one who gave up the honor of being a queen. You kept making rude remarks and should have killed you immediately, but I still gave you a chance. Queen, you don't have to think about it. When you get to Jinguo and become one of my concubine, you can still exchange for your life … "

The tip of the sword was already pressed against his neck, the cold Qingfeng gave off a chilling feeling.

Hua Rong leaned against the back of the chair, smiled, and breathed out an orchid, "Who do you think you are? I'll go with you? Even if I say one more word to someone like you, it would be to humiliate my Hua Clan's ancestor and humiliate my husband's clan. "

Then, she shut her mouth and didn't say another word.

Anger had already ignited Jin Wushu's eyes. The prisoner in front of him, this woman who had repeatedly fallen into his hands, whom he had repeatedly forgiven and who he had done everything in his power to curry her favor.

She had even kicked away the honor of being the queen when it was already at her feet.

Frustration, intense defeat.

It was even more unbearable than the defeat of a big battle. It was a powerless subjugation both emotionally and spiritually. It was the strongest resistance he could face in the Southern Dynasty.

It was as if this challenge was not made by her alone, but by a group!

Even if he destroyed his physical body, he wouldn't be able to destroy his faith.

His sword moved a little more forward, and with a little more force, he was almost about to cut her neck.

At this time, the sky had already brightened up. The snowstorm also stopped, and sunlight that hadn't appeared for a long time appeared. The wind blew in through the open window, bringing with it a breath of fresh air. A ray of sunlight fell on her face, like a blooming and withering flower that was about to reach the end of her life.

Her son's crying had already completely disappeared, and at this moment, Hua Rong no longer had any worries in her heart. Instead, her expression had calmed down, and she slept soundly in the middle of the night.

Wang Junhua's eyes were practically spitting fire. In her heart, she had already planned to torture Hua Rong hundreds of times. This woman was begging for death, seeking his own demise. How could she let her die so easily? However, he was also eager for the Fourth Prince's sword to move forward.

A little further on, this woman whom he hated the most was dead.

Even if he couldn't get the pleasure of torturing her, wouldn't such pleasure far surpass the pleasure he got from torturing her when he saw the Fourth Prince killing her with his own hands?

A woman's greatest pleasure is to look at her beloved man and personally kill her love rival.

Such happiness was truly greater than all pleasures and pleasures.

She spoke softly, "Young Master, you said that you would reward Servant …"

"…"

"Today, this slave's reward is for immediately killing this woman!"

"…"

"Young master, beauties are as numerous as the clouds in the Southern Empire. No matter how many you want, the Servant will find them for you. From today onwards, Servant will personally go and choose ten beautiful virgins to apologize … Young master, sorry for offending you … "

She saw that the hand Jin Wushu was using to grip the sword hilt was trembling slightly, she was caught off guard and used all of her strength to push his elbow, causing the sword to immediately stab forward.

Yue Pengju quickly rushed to the Five Mile Pavilion.

Although it was the coldest winter, he was covered in sweat. If he stopped for a moment, he would freeze into ice. His heart was as cold as ice. At this time, they no longer cared about being angry at Zhao Deji anymore, and it had turned into worry for their wife and son.

Just who was most likely to capture them?

Two horses galloped in from two different directions. "Report, there's no sign of Madame ahead."

"Reporting. Miao Liu's rebel army has fled in the direction of Fujian. However, there has been no news of Madam …"

"We've searched the area within a thirty kilometer radius, but there's no news about us …"

No!

None of the people he was looking for were here.

He looked around and saw his most trusted subordinates.

He sat on the horse and inadvertently pointed the spear in his hands towards a direction and said slowly, "Zhang Xian, you lead the 20 elite riders and follow me. Everyone else, go back and wait."