C337 Jealousy

The two armies faced off against each other, fighting until night fell. Both of them were surrounded by each other. The great generals within Jin Wushu's formation lost consecutively, and were unable to endure the heat. At night, the victor was slowly decided.

Seeing that the situation was not looking good, he made a prompt decision and immediately decided to retreat.

This time, Yue Pengju did not chase after them, but instead, they lit torches to clear the battlefield, capturing the food left behind by the Golden Army when they were forced to retreat. At the same time, he also picked up two Captains, five Captains, and over eighty Captains.

Zhang Xian ran over to Yue Pengju's side and bowed deeply before saying, "Thank you, Yue Xiang Gong."

Yue Pengju supported him up with his own hands as he smiled and said, "Sis GaoSi and Madam are still waiting for us to return triumphantly."

Zhang Xian was overjoyed: "The Madame Yue is about to give birth, we have to hurry back."

Yue Pengju laughed and took the initiative to retreat. In his heart, he was actually extremely anxious, it was already the beginning of June, and according to the time, it was when his wife was about to be born.

Golden Army suffered from this heavy injury. Along the way, Jin Wushu's face darkened to the point that it looked like a storm was about to arrive. Even Han Chang and the rest did not dare to say a word to him.

When night fell and they arrived at open seal, Liu Yu had already long since reported and personally went out to receive them. Jin Wushu's face was gloomy, he did not say a word, and sat on the Longde's palace's Dragon Throne, hugging the jar and drank.

A few muse disciples danced and sang at the scene, and one of the women started to babble a beautiful poem about his grievances. When Jin Wushu heard this, his voice was even more ear-piercing. He smashed the wine jar down, almost smashing the muse's body. Everyone turned pale with fright and fled while crying.

After a while, the guard Wu Qimai came in with a secret letter in his hand. He whispered: "Fourth Prince, a secret letter from Gao Yigong."

Jin Wushu took the letter and opened it. It was a report that Gao Yigong and his wife had ordered him to send over, stating in detail that Zhao Deji's son had passed away young. This was extremely good news. If the Song Huizong of the Five Kingdoms were to die, and Zhao Deji's only prince die, wouldn't that mean that the heavens were aiding Da Jin? His mind quickly spun, and he immediately came up with an idea. However, he saw that Wang Junhua had also reported that he was pregnant!

Wang Junhua had been jealous of Hua Rong for a long time. She had a deep understanding of the complicated attitude the Fourth Prince had towards Hua Rong, and knew that there was no better way to make Hua Rong anger the Fourth Prince.

Jin Wushu had a skeptical attitude towards Hua Rong's pregnancy at first, but now, after seeing Wang Junhua's secret report, he sat on the Dragon Throne and frowned in anger for a moment. It was as if a huge ladle of cold water had suddenly been poured over him on a June day.

So it was actually true, Hua Rong was actually pregnant!

Didn't that damned witch doctor say she would never get pregnant? Why was she cured?

It was fine that she was pregnant, but why did she have to give birth to children for Yue Pengju? If it had been any other peddler, he wouldn't have been so jealous. But why was it his mortal enemy? His nemesis?

He punched the Dragon Throne heavily, causing it to feel like it was about to vomit blood. He felt that in this world, it was all the most sinister and terrifying enemy, raising the sword by his side, he slashed madly at the Dragon Throne, as if he was Yue Pengju and his wife's flesh and blood. After chopping for a while, he threw his blade and rushed out.

Summer dusk.

The river outside the city wound its way south. Due to the drought in summer, the river had dried up quite a bit, only reaching up to the knees. The water was so clear that one could see the fish and prawns swimming in it. The lush greenery on both sides of the river formed a natural screen. When one reached this place, the scorching heat would lessen by quite a bit.

After finishing her homework for the day, Hua Rong and the group of children came over to the riverside to play. Sis GaoSi, Liuma and a few other female disciples stood beside her. Everyone found a flat rock for Hua Rong to sit down on and watched the children rolling up their sleeves to fish and touch the prawns in the river, feeling extremely happy.

Sis GaoSi said, "I wonder if Yue Xiang Gong and the rest will be able to make it back in time."

"They won. They will return as soon as possible."

Hua Rong smiled, her hand subconsciously resting on his stomach. These days, the child in his stomach didn't seem to be able to bear the stress, she wanted to quickly come to this world to play with the other children, and play with them. It would probably take a day or two to produce.

Her husband had been out on an expedition these past few days, one or two months. Without her by his side, it was as if time had passed by. No matter how careful Liuma and the others waited on him, they were not as considerate as her husband. However, she would naturally not reveal such emotions in the middle of Ladies. Furthermore, because she was with many children every day, she could not help but feel happy, and her spirits were all very good.

A child caught an ugly animal and ran over shouting, "flower Mr, what do you see?"

Hua Rong slowly stood up and took the struggling little thing from her, then laughed: "Crab, this is a crab, foolish child, the crab actually doesn't recognize it …"

Another child ran over and seized a shell. It was very normal, but under the light of the setting sun, there was still multicolored light. He raised his head and said proudly, "flower Mr, this is for you …"

Hua Rong received them one by one, her heart was filled with tenderness, but she felt that this was the most peaceful and happiest time of her life. Was it because of the child in her womb? Was it because of the change in her state of mind?

She did not probe deeper, but she felt that being able to live like this for a long time was the greatest fortune of her life.

On the other side of the river, in a small hill deep in the woods, a plain-clothed "farmer" was hiding in a big tree. He could see everything on the other side of the river — this group of women and children playing and playing.

He disguised himself so well that he looked like a common farmer. However, when one looked closely, they'd see that he was quite tall, and there was a malicious air hidden between his brows that was on the verge of bursting out.

At this time, the gentle wave of the setting sun caused the aquatic plants in the river to sway. The female Skirt wore a short muslin dress and had a gentle smile on her face. Her eyes were so bright that he had never seen such a gentle and holy expression before.

Beneath the Skirt was a tall, bulging belly, which was throbbing as she smiled and patiently spoke to the children around her. A little girl leaned into her embrace, barefooted, and passed her a handful of wild flowers she had picked in the summer …

Amongst these children, there was no son, and no Xiao Luwenlong.

She used to be so desperate to live and protect her son, but now that her son was gone, she was just as happy as she was with the other children. Once she had a son of her own, she wouldn't care about her father and son at all. The pitiful Xiao Luwenlong was still crying for his "mother"!

Mom!

He didn't know whether he was pitying his son or himself.

He couldn't wait to rush over. However, he didn't dare to do so. There were still traces of the scorching sun on his forehead — his entire face was covered in sweat! On the other side of the river, there were patrolling soldiers. Although it seemed to be unintentional, they were tightly guarded, not allowing even the slightest mistake.

He watched helplessly as the woman with the big belly walked around. When she turned around, the beautiful Skirt moved automatically without wind, only leaving him with a beautiful back — — such a smiling face that belonged to his mother's back.

Suddenly, he heard a miserable cry of pain, "Ouch …"

"flower Mr …"

"Madame Yue …"

"Madame Yue is about to give birth, hurry up and help her go back, hurry …"

On the opposite riverbank, under the shade of a tree, the figures of people quickly disappeared without a trace. Even the children who were playing around had followed them and ran away noisily …

Only then did he slowly step out. Night had fallen, and the twilight was deep. He picked up a small stone and threw it into the river, causing a thin layer of water to splash around. He realized once again that his right hand had been crippled!

If not for crippling his right hand, according to his shooting technique, Zhang Xian would be dead! And Xia Han could also be saved!

Xia Han died, and he lost. And that woman — — Hua Rong, she, actually dared to give the main culprit of all this, Yue Pengju's son!

He looked at the blood-like sunset, turned around and walked back, muttering to himself while walking: "Fine, Hua Rong, since you are a child, this prince will give you a heavenly gift! If Yue Pengju does not die, how can this prince face you? "

A pitiful cry sounded out from the bedroom.

Because he was afraid that Liuma had not given birth to any babies for many years, his skills were still unfamiliar. Therefore, five days ago, Sis GaoSi had already invited a skilled old lady from a family of soldiers. At this time, Liuma and the old granny were inside, with the rest of the women waiting outside. The children who were outside looked around curiously, listening to the waves of miserable screams, and fearfully asked, "Why are the flower Mr doing this …"

Sis GaoSi waved her hand and chased away all the children. "Hurry, hurry, you children are not allowed to come here."

Although the children were unwilling, they were all chased far away by the Ladies's shouts.

Hua Rong's voice was slowly a little hoarse. In these many years, she had also suffered from many injuries, being injured by the King Qin, and being tortured by Jin Wushu. However, these injuries were nothing compared to the pain of being torn apart. Every woman's life was filled with the greatest pain and happiness. She gritted her teeth, and at the most painful moment, she actually thought of a child's face, like a miniature version of Pengju …

"Madam, hold on …"

"It must be because the fetus is too big …"

"Madam …"

The two midwives were worried that it would be difficult to give birth, so they were uneasy in their hearts. They comforted Hua Rong, but she suddenly laughed, her fingers tightly holding onto the bed sheets, her nails turning white: "Nothing, nothing … …"

The two of them looked at each other in dismay. They had never seen a parturient sent over to comfort their midwife.

At this moment, a horse was galloping towards the house. After Yue Pengju took care of some important matters, he gave the rest to Wang Gui and Zhang Xian, and only led two personal guards to rush back home. Calculating the time, his wife was about to have a baby. He had an extremely strong desire to see a newborn baby and help his wife share it … He ran all the way back, leaving his two janissaries far behind as he took the lead and ran back.