C386 stratagem

"Alright, you leave first. I'll think about this as soon as possible." Even though his expression was as old as ever, Wang Junhua did not dare to act like he was in the past, even the desire that he had accumulated for a long time had disappeared. She stood up and bowed, "This pleasure boat belongs to Servant, please accept it."

"Alright, I'll be troubling you. You can leave now. You husband and wife don't have to worry about Lifelong Prime Minister. "

"Thank you, Fourth Prince."

She called Jin Wushu's complexion back to normal, and flirtatiously asked: "Fourth Prince, Qin Gui's matter, Qin Gui is done with it."

"Good, well done."

This praise caused her to regain her hope: "Then, what about Hua Rong?"

Hua Rong?! Hua Rong should have watched his son get killed in the fire, but not long after, she watched his husband get killed! The wives of others should be punished in this way. This was her choice, wasn't it?

"We can talk about it when the time comes for Hua Rong. You will definitely be satisfied with her fate."

Wang Junhua met his gaze, it was a type of woman's intuition, Fourth Prince truly hated that woman, and hoped that she would die. She did not conceal the joy in her heart as she hugged Jin Wushu and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Fourth Prince.

Jin Wushu laughed out loud: "This prince knows how loyal you are."

Once Wang Junhua left, Jin Wushu was no longer in the mood to sing or dance. Walking to the side of the ship, it was already deep into the night, and the song and dance at the Western Lake would also become fainter and fainter. Just as he was about to have the pleasure boat docked, he heard a faint singing sound.

The cicada was miserable. For the pavilion, it was late at night, and the sudden rain had just stopped. Doordoor account drink, nostalgia, Lan Zhou urge. He looked at his with tears in his eyes and was speechless. When he read it, a thousand li of smoke billowed as the evening sky grew dark and vast.

Affection since ancient times. Even more so, it was a cold and desolate Spring Festival. Where did the wine wake up this night? Willow Shore, Xiao Feng Ruyue. This trip should be a good day and a bad day. So even if there were thousands of beauties, who would they say them to?

The melody was produced by singing, and because there was no modification to it, it became even more lingering and mournful, as if it were crying. All his life, he had admired the culture of the Southern Kingdom, and had also experienced the beautiful and melodious voice of the Southern muse's dancers. However, on this kind of night in a foreign land, this unadorned tune could be heard by a person listening quietly, as if he was a fisherman's daughter or a raccoon gauze girl who was casually singing.

Affectionate since the ancient times sad parting, this singing girl, missing her who?

He looked at the deep darkness of the night, and involuntarily, he sent the pleasure boat in the direction of that sound.

However, this voice was like a seductive will-o '-the-wisp, flickering and vanishing. Whenever he approached, he would discover that the voice was still in front of him. He was just a bit away from being able to reach the shore. At this moment, his mind was completely captivated by the song. It was as if there was some bewitching power in the dark night.

Wu Qimai and the others, who were following him, felt that something was wrong and tried to persuade him. "Fourth Prince, it's late at night, let's go back. "This humble one will immediately send people to scout and deliver it to the manor tomorrow …"

He waved his hand. Wu Qimai and the others looked around, but did not find anything abnormal. The Fourth Prince was active in the Da Song, naturally he would not let his guard down. Knowing that Qin Gui had sent a large number of Death Soldiers to protect them along the way, behind them, there was an unremarkable boat, which was filled with strong bows and hard crossbows. He did not try to dissuade her.

Finally, the boat had reached an unusually quiet willow dike, and once the boat docked, Jin Wushu could not wait to disembark. Wu Qimai and the others waited to observe. It was indeed just a fishing shack, and there was nothing abnormal happening around them.

In the depths of the forest, there was a thatched cottage. Perhaps it was the poor wife of the fisherman, or perhaps it was an ignorant village girl.

This trip should be a good day and a bad day. Even if there were a thousand different kinds of amorous feelings, who would it be to say …

Elegance, the elegance of the Da Song, the elegance of the West Lake, the elegance of the Night Maiden.

A candle flame, bright and dark, and a slender figure sitting in front of a large basin, stooping to tidy up the skittering fish — perhaps she would pick them up tomorrow and go to the market to make a living. She had a slim figure, long hair that hung down, completely oblivious to himself. He crooned in a low voice as he caught a red carp in his hand, immersing herself in the joy of a fruitful labourer …

Jin Wushu slowly walked over: "Lady …"

When the word "mother" came out of his mouth, he instantly felt that something was wrong. A long spear swept towards him from behind, and he immediately rolled on the ground in a hurry.

Wu Qimai and the others realized that something was wrong and were about to charge over when they heard a loud shout, "Whoever dares to take a step forward will be killed immediately!"

Jin Wushu waved his hand, and everyone left.

The singing "fisherman girl" stood up leisurely. She was dressed in green, her hair flying gently, her face full of smiles: "Fourth Prince, we have been waiting for you for a long time, you are really late …"

She actually still maintained that kind of coquettish voice as he spoke word by word, as if he was singing. She shook his head lightly, "Sigh, if Wang Junhua had not led the way, it would have been difficult for us to find you.

Hua Rong could sing, but she could actually sing like this. This woman was a monster, the nemesis of her life. Jin Wushu hissed: "Hua Rong, you actually planned this to harm me?!"

When Hua Rong smiled, she felt that it was inconceivable for Jin Wushu to actually be able to speak with such a "wronged" expression. This man was an actor, a natural born actor. Whenever he was in dire straits, he would act like this, as if he truly owed him a great favor. But, when he did all that he could to kill Peng Quan, when he tortured himself and slapped himself, when he was still in the Yueyuan showing off his might and appreciating the huge fire in the Yueyuan … When his evils were done, he would have a different look on his face.

The affectionate young master had a venomous heart.

Hua Rong did not know what to say, and could only keep smiling. The man beside her also laughed, and spoke lightly: "Fourth Prince, my husband's scheme, compared to the fact that you are the spy in Da Song, is truly insignificant."

Jin Wushu's gaze almost bulged out as he stared fiercely at this "stranger": the man wore a white robe with a red silk collar, was valiant and valiant, and strode with wide steps. As for Hua Rong, she retreated a step and stood together with him.

What a good pair.

This was even more unbearable than seeing Yue Pengju wearing a heavy armor and wearing a Hook. On the battlefield, in the arena, even the demeanor that he always boasted of himself had to be defeated by him.

As if knowing what he was thinking, Hua Rong deliberately said in a soft voice, "Thirty achievements and name, dust and earth, eight thousand kilometers of road and moon; hunger, hunger, and thirst for the blood of the Huns … Sigh, Fourth Prince, Peng Gao's plan to resist the gold was completely destroyed by you. You should be happy, why are you being so displeased? "

Yue Pengju's "Red River" was a song that everyone in the army knew of. It was spread throughout the army very quickly. Jin Wushu naturally knew that when the melody began, he immediately understood that the one who was teaching must be Hua Rong. What did Hua Rong want to say to go from the Rain Ring to the River Red? Her husband was more talented in literature and martial arts than her?

A sense of superiority that he was proud of was completely unable to withstand a single blow at this point. He burned with fury and laughed coldly: "Yue Pengju, your death is near at hand, what is there to struggle about today? How dare you be a traitor to your Da Song? "

"Fourth Prince, since your own family is at the brink of death, how long are you not going to struggle?" He pretended to be surprised. "Aren't you guys just called Jiangnan? Why did you change your name to 'Da Song' today? "

Jin Wushu was speechless.

Yue Pengju's voice changed, heavy and angry: "Fourth Prince, you actually dare to come knocking on my door many times when I'm not home, and find fault with me."

Jin Wushu laughed, and was extremely pleased: "Yue Pengju, this means that you have flaunted yourself as a hero, that you can't even protect your wife and children. "Moreover, you're going to die soon. From now on, this crown prince will not only come to provoke you …"

The spear at his waist moved an inch forward, and he could clearly feel a faint pain. When the pain entered the bone, one could even hear the sound of a drop of blood seeping out.

"Fourth Prince, if I can capture you alive, I can kill you too! No matter if I am dead or alive, if you dare to touch a single hair of my wife and children in the future, I will kill you for revenge even if I am poor! "

Their gazes met, causing Jin Wushu's heart to tremble. Yue Pengju's gaze was actually a kind of faint green, like a ghost flame in a graveyard, as though a ferocious tiger, lone wolf, and angry lion that had reached their end.

He couldn't help but avoid this gaze, "Yue Pengju, what are you trying to do?"

"Only two conditions."

"What condition?"

"Firstly, I have a few subordinates locked up: Zhang Xian, Yu Peng, Sun Ge and the rest of the six. You order Qin Gui to ensure their safety, and secondly, guarantee the safety of the Princess Tianwei!"

Jin Wushu was at a loss for words. After a while, he said: "Aren't you pleading for mercy on your own behalf?"

Yue Pengju laughed bitterly. The one who wanted to kill him was Zhao Deji, what was the use in discussing conditions with Jin Wushu? Struggling with the military might was the biggest problem for Zhao Deji. Since Han Zhongliang was still alive, he had to go up to the guillotine. The life and death of his friends and relatives actually had to be saved by coercing his enemies into submission. Only the powerful officials of the Jinguo could control the Emperor and Prime Minister of the Song Kingdom! In the long history of China, how many ridiculous plots were there?

Jin Wushu said arrogantly. "Yue Pengju, you can actually beg me for help! As long as you beg this crown prince, you might have a way out. "

Yue Pengju laughed proudly: "You are my defeated opponent, how can I beg you for my own sake?! If a man dies, he will die. Today, I am not asking you for help. I will use your life to exchange for a subordinate's, that's all. They vowed to follow me to their deaths, and I will not disappoint them! Furthermore, Fourth Prince, you have truly overestimated yourself. At some points in time, Zhao Deji is also not someone you can control. "

Jin Wushu's expression was stubborn, but he had no choice but to be secretly impressed, under such circumstances, Yue Pengju, actually did not even think about him by a little.

"What if I don't agree?"

Yue Pengju looked at the gradually approaching enemies, Jin Wushu's personal follower and Qin Gui's death knight, and said fearlessly, "If you don't agree, then next year today will be your funeral!"

"Don't forget, even if you kill me, you and your wife will die with me."

Hua Rong smiled slightly: "Fourth Prince, we deserve to die, are you willing to die? If you don't believe me, you can try. "

His gaze shifted from Hua Rong's face to Yue Pengju, "Yue Pengju, if you were a little more despicable, Qin Gui would not be your match at all …"