C290 Pengju

Hua Rong took all of these things in her hands, smiled sweetly, and said with a helpless voice: "Fourth Prince, if Qin Gui wants to kill me and Penga, I'll use this to threaten them, okay?"

He just rolled his eyes.

She looked puzzled and amused.

"You're laughing at my innocence, aren't you? Perhaps, the moment you turn around, you will immediately notify Qin Gui and his wife to kill me and Penga, right? "

He gasped for breath, wanting to ask her, in that case, why not kill him with one blow? However, the wound was too painful. He had been fighting for more than ten years, and it wasn't as if he had never been injured worse than this. But this time, the pain was not in his flesh, but in his bones.

Hua Rong mumbled to herself, "Sigh, whether it's useful or not, I have to leave something behind, right?"

The smile on her face slowly disappeared, but she actually understood in her heart that the only way to eliminate the future threat was to kill Jin Wushu right now, but, why couldn't she do it?

Reason is one thing, but how can a person be so rational all his life?

She saw that his eyes were fixated on the iron-like object. Her heart trembled as if he was begging her to keep it. What was this?

She asked, "What is this? "Is that important?"

He rolled his eyes anxiously.

Hua Rong immediately understood that this thing was very important. She laughed and said, "Since it's important, I won't return it to you."

She looked at it carefully and quickly hid it in her bosom. Ma Su was familiar with Jin Wen, if there was a chance, why not ask him?

Seeing her actions, Jin Wushu was angry and anxious, and almost fainted.

"Alright, Jin Wushu, you hit me, pinch me. Now, I'll hit you and chop you. "You don't understand, I'm a vengeful person …"

He clenched his teeth and his voice was hissing like a snake spitting out its tongue in despair, "King Qin … Then King Qin will beat you up … "

Hua Rong was startled, and immediately understood what he meant. God knows how he knew he was hurt by King Qin.

Yes, he had vowed to kill King Qin many times, but, ten years had passed in a flash, King Qin's head was still on his head.

She laughed self-deprecatingly, "I failed too badly. That's what it means to be a woman, so I can't make the weather. Originally, you and King Qin were both targets that I had to kill, but unfortunately … Unfortunately … "What a pity …" She spoke a few words of pity, but she could not continue. Her expression was gloomy.

After a long while, she finally said, "I won't kill you today, but I know that in the future, Pengju and I will most likely die in your hands!"

She looked into his eyes as she said this.

He caught her eye.

Both of them were shocked in their hearts, especially Hua Rong, who suddenly had a terrifying strong intuition. It was a woman's natural instinct.

The terrible feeling almost overwhelmed her, and her hand went to the knife on the ground again.

Kill him and eliminate all future troubles!

Kill him.

At this moment, killing intent filled her eyes. Even when she had just chopped down with his blade, Jin Wushu had never seen such a profound killing intent.

She really wanted to kill him.

He slowly closed his eyes and opened them again only to see that her hand had already left his hand. She stood up straight. "Fine, fine …"

She turned around, and he once again issued a gurgling sound. "Hua Rong …"

Hua Rong shook her head and sighed: "I wonder if Wu Qimai and the others will come to save you. But I estimate that he is definitely not a match for Pengju. Sigh, if you were here, your ambush might succeed. But Wu Qimai, he is way too far away from you. "There's no need to even mention comparing it with Penga …"

Every time he heard "Yue Pengju", he would close his eyes and pretend to be asleep.

"Wen Long has gone far away. I know I can't catch up." However, Fourth Prince, since you love him, please consider Master Lu and his wife. If you don't want him to grow up to be a servant and a servant with a soft bone, and don't want him to be the second Qin Gui, please don't let a woman like Wang Junhua nurture him. This is my last request to you. "

With that, she turned and left. This time, despite his chattering, she never looked back.

Jin Wushu's body had already completely slid to the ground, as he stared blankly at his own hand. That slash was so accurate, the thumb and forefinger of his right hand fell to the ground together, blood still bubbling out.

He was a martial artist, and had fought all year round. He was used to wielding a saber, and used to drawing the bow. However, his hand had been completely crippled. From now on, he would no longer be proud of fighting.

His fingers were linked to his heart, and he was in extreme pain. Beads of sweat dripped down from his forehead and ran down his face to his mouth. They were salty and hot. Slowly, his entire body became numb.

However, he still opened his eyes. That red figure was getting further and further away. His jet-black hair shone with a peculiar radiance in the morning sun. He was in high spirits, as if he was a rising fairy in the forest.

She did not look back. No matter how he died, it no longer seemed important.

He slowly watched her back completely disappear into the forest. His vision had completely collapsed. The wound on his waist and the pain from his broken finger finally exploded together. He couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground like a spinning top.

In front of him was a slightly wide wasteland, with withered and yellowed grass, low shrubs, and a clear view of the sun. One could even see tiny lumps of snow on the evergreen shrubs that didn't melt in time, quietly melting and turning into droplets of water, one drop at a time, reflecting rainbow-colored light.

In the distance, there was actually a wild La Mei. It was a bare flower without any leaves, and it exuded a rich fragrance. It was as if the entire tree had bloomed.

Hua Rong walked forward quickly, not stopping at all. When she passed by the flower tree, she casually jumped and broke off a flower branch, holding it in her hand.

The wind blew back in the sound of running, breathing its fragrance in the clear air.

The air was so fresh, the heart so light, it was a relief to be free. It was as easy as the sea and the sky.

So, the feeling of being a prisoner was this unbearable.

The joy of being free was so vivid.

Even the worry and anxiety for her husband's safety couldn't suppress this feeling of relief.

She listened to the wind in her ears as she dashed forward. Her entire body was filled with boundless strength, as if once she rushed out, she would see Pengju when she reached the main road and would rush towards her.

On the road, the tracks on the horses' hooves were so clear, and there was some fresh horse manure, which had just been passed by the army.

But there was no one there.

The road was littered with corpses, as well as sabers, spears, and arrows, all left behind by those who had died in battle. She picked up a bow that was just right for her, and an arrow quiver from the side and slung it over her back.

She stood on the road and looked at the distant cove. Right now, the wind was calm and the waves were silent. There was absolutely no aftereffects of the fierce battle. Anxiety and worry caused the happy mood to become perturbed. He looked around and found a flat leaf by the roadside and put it in his mouth.

It was a kind of leaf flute she had learned at sea, when she was seventeen and he no more than thirteen, and they were like little mice that could be eaten by a cat at any time, hiding in a coincidentally discovered cozy cove of spring flowers, making little rafts for sneaking away. Only at that time, when he was working, would he be able to alleviate the prison slaves' fear and be filled with yearning for freedom.

Nothing can stop my yearning for freedom!

The King Qin did not understand, nor did Jin Wushu. In a certain region, they were all absolute rulers, kings who could control the fates of others and women as they wished. However, he did not like to be dictated by anyone — just like his parents and relatives who would die without a burial if they lost their lives.

Each person was supposed to take control of their own destiny. Before her parents died, she didn't understand. After their deaths, she understood. Even though he was helpless, he still had to fight.

If he fought, even if he died and failed, there would always be a tiny bit of hope.

If they did not fight, they would definitely be eternal puppets and toys.

She hated the feeling.

Whether it was the King Qin or Jin Wushu, they always hated Yue Pengju, and always thought that it was because of him that they refused to marry. Even more so, they didn't understand that even if he didn't have Yue Pengju, he would rather marry a peddler or mountain woodcutter than to marry them. He and Penga just happened to bump into each other when the flowers were blooming. Not a step earlier, not a step later.

Her heart grew warm as she thought of Pengju's words, "Elder sister …" Fortunately for her, the experience of her years in the army had left her running along the tracks of her horse's hooves, whistling that kind of whistle.

The sun at noon.

Warm.

Hua Rong was already running like mad, sweating profusely when she suddenly stopped in her tracks and listened to the Horseshoe s running opposite her. And at the back, the equally agile Horseshoe.

Two groups of people were moving towards them.

She did not lose her mind from her anxiety. She quietly hid under a large bush by the roadside, her palms sweating from anxiety. Who would it be? Peng Ju? Liu Lin army? Jin Wushu's men? At this moment, what was the outcome of the battle between the two sides?

The first to arrive was the person at the back, dressed in crimson military uniform with silver armor on his head. He was Liu Lin's pseudoQi army. However, this group of people was exhausted and the leader of the group was a good general.

Hua Rong stuck closely to the bush, and did not make the slightest sound. If the enemy discovered him, there would be no way out.

Just then, a group of people rushed over. She could clearly see from where she was hiding that it was Yue Pengju with seven or eight arrows stabbed into her body.

She almost screamed out loud when she saw that Yue Pengju was already facing his boss.

The two of them exchanged blows, and after a few exchanges, she could already see that Pengju was severely injured, so she suddenly leapt up and shot out an arrow. As the battle raged on, the back of his head was struck hard. Without even making a sound, he toppled onto the ground.

She did not stop and continued shooting. pseudo-Qi army, who was already weak, thought that he had been ambushed, and when he saw that his general had been defeated, he turned around and ran away.

Just as Yue Pengju was about to chase after him, he heard a familiar voice, full of surprise and anxiety.

He raised his head. In front of him, a red figure dashed over. Both of his eyes were sparkling, as bright as a Morning Star. His heart relaxed and his body swayed. He couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

She took a step forward to help him up, her hands touching the arrows, unable to hug him.