C292 17 elder sister

His voice was so gentle, "Big Sister Shi Qi, it's been a long time since I last saw you …"

Her voice dropped even lower. "Then you have to get better quickly."

"Ha, it's all external injuries. "In the past, these injuries were all common occurrence. I will quickly recover, you can rest assured."

"Nonsense, how can it be all right? Seven or eight. You must take good care of it. You must not drink, you must not use any strength, and you must not worry about anything else. "

He sighed, "Is Big Sister Shi Qi worrying about me?"

"Yes." "From now on, you have to listen to me. Whatever I call you, you do. If you dare to disobey me …" She straightened her body, then remembered that her body was empty. She blushed and lowered her head to bury herself in his arms.

He laughed out loud, and her face turned red as she changed the topic, "Pengju, it's New Year's Eve again. How are we going to pass this time?"

"I really want to go out with you."

Hua Rong expressed her doubt: "Can you?"

Yue Pengju rolled over, and actually stretched out his hands to hug her shoulders, laughing as he said: "What kind of ointment did I use on my body? "Seems to be very effective."

Hua Rong stared at him blankly. Even if it was some sort of immortal medicine, how could it recover overnight? But the feeling of warmth and security between his arms and shoulders was too good. Although she was afraid of touching his wound, she still had to lean on it for a while before she could sit up and smile. "I'll get up and get you something to eat."

His voice was coquettish. "No! Someone did it, you accompany me. "

"How can others match up to my own hands? Today is the new year. "

"No!" I don't care what we eat, you have to be by my side. "

was angry and amused at the same time. When she was injured, she turned into a cute and flirtatious person, she secretly sighed, this time around, was the one who planned the transformation from Miao Liu Bing to. In the end, Pengju was heavily injured, and Jin Wushu himself had lost a hand. He could only sigh that he was safe and sound this time around. But who was the final winner?

She still did not know about Qin Gui being captured. She frowned and sighed: "Pengju, how did you find this place?"

Yue Pengju suddenly remembered that he had captured Qin Gui. Fortunately, he had arranged for Zhang Xian to wait beforehand. As for how to release it, he had to put in a lot of effort to avoid Qin Gui temporarily finding an excuse to backfire.

He told her about capturing Qin Gui. Hua Rong was overjoyed, and only clapped: "Hahaha, Qin Gui should be tidying up like this. "But, if this person doesn't die, he will be a disaster in the end."

However, with Qin Gui's rank as a second rank official, killing him in one go would not be easy. Currently, he was only left to suffer a slight loss and had only managed to obtain some clues from him. However, a long-term solution was also not an option. Moreover, he might even be promoted to a first rank great official and become the Prime Minister. If that was the case, then things were not going well. But how could we decide what Zhao Deji was thinking?

Yue Pengju slowly said, "When I was looking for you, I met with a strange matter."

"Oh?"

"Liu Lin's army suddenly went missing, allowing me to catch my breath and catch up to Jin Wushu. Otherwise, it would be impossible to catch up. I think it's because when I checked the corpses on the roadside, some of them were actually cut by blades. Those are wounds that can only be obtained by using a unique treasured blade that's used by the King Qin … "

Hua Rong said indifferently: "Didn't he leave?"

"I think he's still around here."

Every time Hua Rong heard news of the King Qin, she did not know how to open her mouth. It wasn't that she wasn't worried about his safety, but that he knew that if he was around, it would be to rescue him. But, what could she do if she really saw him?

Yue Pengju was also worried about the King Qin, but seeing his wife's expression, he could not say anything.

Seeing her husband frown, Hua Rong did not want to make him unhappy. She suddenly lowered her head and kissed him. Yue Pengju suddenly received an "attack". The intimate relationship between husband and wife that he hadn't seen for a long time was suddenly stirred, he wanted to slowly sit up, but was pressed down by Hua Rong on his shoulders, her face flushed red against his chest: "If you don't hurry up and get better, I'll ignore you …"

He stroked his wife's soft hair. It was sweeter than eating the best honey in the world.

On this day, there was an orderly who brought the New Year's meal. It was nothing more than the local winter dishes, such as vegetables, and the taste of cured food. The two of them were not picky with their food, but they felt that the various foods here tasted good. They ate with relish and then, for the entire day, the two of them had been playing a game of chess on the bed.

After a dozen consecutive exchanges, Hua Rong still lost miserably. Seeing that she looked sad and happy, Yue Pengju laughed to himself and decided to take a few steps randomly. Hua Rong finally won, and happily turned over to sit in front of him, hugging his head, and gave him a big kiss.

Yue Pengju laughed out loud: "If I had known that I would be rewarded if I lost, why would I have lost a few more times?"

Only now did Hua Rong know that he was deliberately letting him win, and so she angrily hit him on the shoulder.

He put his arm around her and said softly, "One more reward, will you?"

"Hmph."

Her grunt was blocked by his mouth, and they laughed.

The winter sun, like a belated beauty, slowly descended before reaching the top of the treetops. The sky turned into a kind of soft and dim color. The surrounding wind was so cold that it was bone-piercing.

He could faintly hear the sounds of firecrackers in his ears. The Chinese New Year's Eve was coming.

The Golden Man calculated the time by watching how many times the grass turn green. Only now did he start using the traditions of the Song Kingdom and learn a little about festivals. Although Jin Wushu didn't have as strong of a feeling as the Han Chinese towards this new year, he still felt sad when he heard the faint sounds of popping bamboo in this place.

The wounds on his body had all congealed, and the pain from his severed finger had temporarily passed. Everything had become numb. He had fainted for an unknown period of time. When he woke up, he was lying on the cold ground like a stray dog that was about to die.

A cold wind blew and evening came. He knew that if he didn't go out now, he would die here. He slowly struggled to get up. Fortunately, he was dressed in Chinese clothing, so he wouldn't attract too much attention when he walked out. The pseudo-Qi army team was really unlucky. He had long guessed that they would not be able to rely on him, so he didn't return and only walked forward slowly, hoping that Wu Qimai and the others would come back to look for him.

He staggered out of the forest. There was a road in front of him, and not far away was a house. He remembered that not only was he alone, but he also had no money and only had a dagger with him.

He hid his dagger in the tattered robe beneath him. His hair was disheveled and his body was covered in blood, as if he was a Blood Sucking General that had suddenly appeared in the forest. Fortunately, no one in the vicinity passed by, otherwise they would have been scared half to death.

He walked a few miles, but saw smoke curling in front of him. Originally, they were a few brave commoners who couldn't leave their hometowns, so no matter how difficult it was, they still had to spend the new year. It was time to light a fire and make dinner.

He really wanted to find something to eat, but he remembered Hua Rong's words, "If you become a homeless person with no money, Fourth Prince, what can you do?"

He smiled bitterly. He really was a tramp.

It was just that, hateful, hateful … that he hated these crafty Chinese. Especially Hua Rong, who actually pretended to be a hunger strike to numb him and turn the tables on him when he was at a disadvantage.

Yue Pengju's shot and her slash, these two husband and wife, complemented each other well.

The anger in his heart intensified, and he almost went into a rage. He raised his dagger and quietly approached the house. He had to eat, or else he would starve to death.

Still, he approached carefully. In front of him was a shabby little house, topped by the dried straw from the south after harvesting the rice, and a wall of earth covered with the marks of withering creeper vines.

He quietly proceeded forward and knocked on the door as he watched the smoke rising into the air.

After a long while, a old man opened the door and looked at him in surprise, "Guest, you …"

"I came across a group of fake Qi bandits and was injured by them. I beg you, sir, to take care of them for a night …" Seeing such a suffering person, he thought about it and said, "Sigh, this old one's family is poor, and I don't have enough to live on, but I'll still give you a bowl of food to eat …"

He invited Jin Wushu in, and saw that there was a huge pot of porridge steaming in the pot, but it was very clear, and the rice grains could be counted.

old man gave a bowl to him, but he did not care about the heat, and immediately drank a mouthful. After drinking half a bowl, his body finally started to feel a bit hot. But how could he eat this much porridge? He looked around and knew that the Song people valued the New Year very much. Why didn't this old man have any other food?

The old man only complained about the brutality of the bandit army. Jin Wushu had been living a life of wealth ever since he was born, and when he reached adulthood, he was rich and powerful, living a luxurious life in the army. He initially wanted to ask the old man if there were any other dishes and wine, but remembering that he did not have any money to bestow them upon him, he did not speak, and only drank the porridge in silence.

Just as he drank a bowl, he heard the sound of Horseshoe. His expression changed, but old man's face was filled with panic: "Not good, could it be that more thieves have come?"

The moment the pseudo-Qi army occupied the place, they went through a vicious search and plunder. Everyone suffered greatly and the moment they heard the Horseshoe s, they thought that it was all a feint. old man was afraid, Jin Wushu's hand secretly held onto the dagger, he looked around, but he did not find any place to hide.

He did not have much time to think, seeing that the door to the room was lightly opened, he quickly stepped out, gesturing to the old man to remain silent.

Then the door banged.

When the old man opened the door, he saw a big fellow at the door. His eyes were as big as a leopard's and his voice was loud like a bell, "I'm hungry. If you have good wine and food, why don't you …" he said, throwing over a large chunk of silver.

When old man saw that there were two or three people following behind this stranger, he originally thought that it was a bandit. He did not expect to actually take the initiative to pay, and was overjoyed.

Jin Wushu was complaining incessantly behind the door as he recognized the voice of the King Qin long ago. He deliberately plotted to kill King Qin, and this was definitely not at such a time. As long as he found out, he would definitely die. He hid behind a pile of haystacks behind the door of firewood, not daring to make a sound. He could only pray that the old man would not reveal his information or King Qin and the others would hurry up and leave.

King Qin and the others entered and saw a big pot of porridge.

old man received a large chunk of silver, he bowed and said, "This little one still has a little bit of cured flavor, I will immediately honor this grandpa …"

When King Qin and the others entered, they thought that it was some kind of stone tablet. Only now did they realize that it was him who had hidden it, and it was obvious that it was prepared to deal with those fake bandits.