C301 'Can you do it? '

Since Hua Rong was a merciful woman, she could only be Hua Rong.

He killed people while talking and laughing, so he was the Wolf Lord.

And in the Song Kingdom, Zhao Deji, Qin Gui, the ruler and official, were the same. He trembled in his heart. He thought of Yuwen Xuzhong, this old thief, if it wasn't for his suggestion, how could he have become so ruthless at such a young age?

After Zong Han's death, the Acupoint Charm did not dare announce that he had been killed, but spread the word that he had died of illness. The imperial court even gave him a lot of memorial service, giving him the honor of serving as the head of the imperial household, the king of the Jin Kingdom, and even bestowed him the title of Song Kingdom of Zhou.

The more glorious it was, the more afraid Jin Wushu would be. These days, he was almost always at home, waiting to thank his guests and to play with his son. Even though he had repeatedly invited Jin Wushu, Jin Wushu had always politely declined his offer. He knew that Zong Gan's next target would be Pu Luhu, so he didn't dare to get too close to him.

When Pu Luhu's fifth invitation was rejected, he finally realized that something was amiss, and so he went to Jin Wushu's residence.

The snow was falling heavily, and Jin Wushu was playing with his son in the snow. Since he had returned to his "home" this time, Xiao Luwenlong was no longer as lively as before. He was already six or seven years old, had become slightly more sensible, and after witnessing the actions of the Abba towards his mother, he had always thought that his mother had died. On this day, as usual, he asked, "Where's Mother? "Where's Mom?"

Jin Wushu was about to answer when he saw Pu Luhu rushing in with a murderous look on his face. Behind him was a panting butler who apparently could not stop him as he looked at Jin Wushu anxiously and shouted, "Fourth Prince …"

Pu Luhu's hand was holding onto the blade at his waist, Golden Man's personality was frank and straightforward, he did not know how to beat around the bush either, and said loudly: "Vulture, what do you mean by hiding from me everywhere?"

Jin Wushu had two maids bring his son away before laughing out loud, "Alright, since you're here, I'll accompany you today."

Pu Luhu followed him into the house.

The two of them sat on the hot brick bed that was as warm as spring, and a servant brought over two jars of wine brewed by Golden Man. Jin Wushu did not bother to welcome him, and poured a big bowl for himself to drink before staring at Jin Wushu: "Fourth Prince, what do you mean by that? Why did you hide from me the moment you returned? What's wrong with you? "

Jin Wushu laughed bitterly and extended his hand.

Pu Luhu looked at the thumb and forefinger of his right hand that had been cut off, only leaving behind the bare three fingers. He had never seen such a hand before. He only felt that it was extremely strange.

He stared, "So what? "Wounds are a common occurrence …"

Jin Wushu let out a long sigh, "But, my injury …"

"Did Sow injure you?"

Jin Wushu nodded.

"What Sow is so powerful?"

Jin Wushu acted as if nothing had happened: "Yue Pengju!"

In recent years, Yue Pengju had already become the Golden Army's most troublesome general, so Pu Luhu naturally knew of his great name. Seeing that he was killed by Yue Pengju, Pu Luhu did not find it strange at all.

Seeing his dull eyes, no matter how crude he was, Pu Luhu understood that the former brave and fierce Fourth Prince crippling his right hand was indeed a huge problem. He scratched his head. "I thought you had some grudge with me, my brother, but I don't blame you for it."

This was also what Jin Wushu was thinking, he was naturally on good terms with Pu Luhu, and after Zong Han and the others died, he felt sorry for them. Seeing that Zong Gan and the others were already aiming for him, because he had once vied for the position of Wolf Lord, Zong Gan and the others were always worried. Jin Wushu wanted to remind him to keep his life. But thinking about it, there was no other way.

Sure enough, Pu Luhu said angrily: "Now that Zong Han is dead, Zong Gan has the power to himself. Everything is done in concert with Yuwen Xuzhong. The three of them discussed and excluded me …"

Jin Wushu remained silent for a while. After that, he said: "I think that this old thing Yuwen Xuzhong is indeed a little troublesome to deal with."

Pu Luhu slapped the table: "I have long hated this old thing. It would be best to find an opportunity to kill him."

In Jin Wushu's heart, he really wanted someone to kill Yuwen Xuzhong, but he didn't show it, and cleverly changed the topic. At this time, Pu Luhu did not realize that his situation was already very delicate. He said what he wanted to say and drank most of the wine in the jar before preparing to leave as much as he could.

Just as he was about to get off the brick bed, he suddenly thought of something and said with a smile, "Hey, my family got more than ten beauties from the Xiao family last month. I'll send four of them to you later."

"Then I won't be polite."

Pu Luhu said with great pride: "I, Feng Wang, also gave First Wife a title of wangfei. You are now also the King of State of Yue, who are you planning to give the title of 'Royal Consort'? "

This question stumped Jin Wushu, and he did not know how to answer.

He pondered for a moment before saying, "We'll talk about it later."

Pu Luhu thought that he was still feeling depressed about Ye Lvguanyin, so he did not bring it up again.

Once he left, Jin Wushu returned to his room and heard his son crying.

These days, because Hua Rong and milkmaid were not by his side, his son would often cry. He walked in and saw Lu Wenlong sitting on the brick bed, crying non-stop. No matter how the milkmaid took care of him, she did not listen.

When milkmaid saw him walk in, his expression turned to one of panic, "Fourth Prince, little prince is getting a little hot …"

He waved her away and sat down beside his son. He put his arms around him and touched his son's forehead. It was a little hot. Because of the crying, her little face turned red and she started to cough.

He gently touched his son's back to ease his son's anger. When the child saw Abba, his eyes widened. He hugged his neck and cried, "Abba, I don't want them, I don't want them …"

Naturally, he was referring to the milkmaid and others that he had found on the spur of the moment.

Jin Wushu said gently: "Alright, son, Abba will look for another milkmaid for you."

The child's small hands danced wildly. "No, no, I don't want any of them. I only want my mother …"

"Son, what's wrong?"

"Mother, I want mother. Abba, where is mother? Is Mom dead? "

"Mom is fine, she's not dead."

"Abba, you lied to me. I saw you hit Mom with my own eyes... Why did you hit Mom? "

Jin Wushu held his son tightly and let out a long sigh. He was extremely regretful in his heart, and was simply unable to face his son's naive questioning. Yes, why did he hit his "mother"? Was that slap enough to sever all relations?

He could not help but sigh, especially in these desolate days, and he needed comfort. That kind of spiritual comfort couldn't be brought about by any random outstanding concubine. It must be shared by a woman who understood herself and her situation.

In this world, what woman knew her own situation better than Hua Rong who had fought through so many battles?

If Hua Rong was here!

If she was by his side, he could at least tell her the truth. Even if she didn't say anything, at least she still had the warmth of a hand as she prepared tea.

He heaved a long sigh in his heart. Seeing that his son was crying so noisily, he suppressed it further and hugged his son, trying to coax him, "Be good, Abba will bring you to hunt tomorrow …"

Lu Wenlong naturally did not agree, and continued crying, "I'm not going hunting, I need mother …"

All these years he had milkmaid by his side, and later he had Hua Rong. Especially Hua Rong, who treated him like her own daughter, and had even doted on him a lot more than his birth mother. Today, there was not a single familiar person around him, and the little kid felt very lonely. Seeing that the Abba was not staring at her, she started to sob tenderly, "I must have mother, I don't want anything else …"

Jin Wushu was originally going to be angry, but after seeing that his son had obviously lost weight in the past few days, he knew that it was because he lost his mother, so he lost his familiar milkmaid. He was worried about finding an ordinary Chinese slave. He was in a dilemma. He touched his son's face and felt his heart ache.

He wiped away the tears on his son's face and comforted him gently. "My son, be good …"

The crying sound of the child lessened as she sobbed, "Mom, where's Mom …"

He was almost promising, "Mom is fine. Son, in the future when Abba goes to war, I will bring you back. You might even be able to see her … "

The child was half believing and half doubting before grabbing onto Abba's hand. Seeing Abba's crippled hand, he childishly asked: "Abba, what happened to your hand?"

He had asked Jin Wushu about this many times, but Jin Wushu didn't reply to that. He didn't know how to raise it up to his son, nor did he know how to tell his son that his hand was chopped off by his mother.

"Abba, with your hands, can you still hunt?"

"Yes!"

"Which scoundrel cut it for you?"

He laughed, "It was Abba who accidentally injured him."

The child revealed a skeptical expression. Although he was young, he naturally did not believe that someone would be able to make his own hand into something like this. However, he was still young, so when he heard the Abba talk about other interesting things, he forgot to ask further.

It took a lot of effort for Jin Wushu to comfort his son and help him fall asleep. He also felt tired, and tonight, he laid by his son's side and slept in his arms.

In the middle of the night, Bei Feng's voice could be heard through the closed door slits like the roar of a wild beast. He had been used to hearing it since he was young, but the night had been filled with all sorts of unpleasantness, and he had a faint premonition of foreboding. His crippled right hand tightened as he stroked his son's sleeping face. He smiled bitterly, as he had thought that Fourth Prince, who could carry the weight of a cauldron, would only be able to coax his son to sleep at home, watching him in the political whirlpool of the Jinguo.

After tormenting himself until almost dawn, he finally closed his eyes in a daze and suddenly thought of a problem. His own Iron Vouchers s were still in Hua Rong's hands. If he asked her for it, would she give it back to him?

Or, if she knew what it was, would she give it back to him?

After receiving news of Zong Han's death, the sandworm began his second and strongest curse in his life. He held a wooden staff in his hand, and a pig slaughtering knife was tied to it. This was his Magus property. Holding the wooden staff in his hand, he walked into the courtyard and placed the two long braids on his head onto his neck. Facing the direction of the palace, he began to chant a sorrowful incantation in the language of the true female:

Take one corner for the sky, one corner for the cattle, and another nameless horse with a flower face in front and a white tail in back, and a left and right flank in front.

As he sang, he drew with the point of his staff. After he finished singing about the Wolf Lord, he sang about other people:

He took one corner of Zong Gan's finger pointing up at the sky and the other corner pointing at the cattle. There was another nameless horse, with a flower face in front, a white tail behind, and a left and right wing in front.

He took one corner of Pu Luhu's finger pointing up at the sky and the other corner pointing at the cattle. There was another nameless horse, with a flower face in front, a white tail behind, and a left and right wing in front.

One corner pointed to the sky and the other to the cattle below. There was a nameless horse with a flower face in front, a white tail in back, and a right and left side in front.