That was the reason why she died under Zhao Deji's hands, and died under Qin Gui's hands – Perhaps, she died under his own hands!
He clenched his fist — his right hand with the severed finger was lying in an ugly shape. It shouldn't be the image of an elegant young master.
Surrounding them, the Song soldiers that were rushing over like tidewater, were extremely vicious as they chased after their hero.
He suddenly laughed, feeling that this was ridiculous.
[Whose world is it under my rule?
Politics. This was cruel politics.
It was enough to destroy the gentle entanglement that had been growing on this land for a thousand years. It was a poem by Tang Shi.
As the earth-shattering battle cries rang out, Yue Pengju lost his calm and cried out in alarm, "Sister Shi Qi, Sister Shi Qi …" The person in his embrace seemed to be unable to even hold the bow and arrow. The modified bayonet was exposed sharply, like the tail of a carp.
"Peng Ju... I'm fine... Nothing … "Let's go, let's go quickly …"
Hua Rong leaned on her husband, the lesser arch in her hands were just like ornaments, only staring at the approaching enemy with wide eyes, waiting for them to get closer, so that they could get a little bit closer … A thin needle shot out, and with a miserable scream, the lesser arch released its final function, causing Hua Rong's hand to soften and tremble, almost unable to hold on anymore.
A cold glint flashed through the flame of the spear. It was like it had jumped out from a bath of fire, but it also seemed to have fallen from the sky. An angry shout was heard, "Pengju, catch …"
Hua Rong's body was swaying and she only had time to clearly see the black Soap Robe, the pitch black, bowl-thick Buddhist Staff.
"Ah …"
With a loud shout, everyone was forced to retreat. Tathagata also roared like a lion.
She was so grateful that she could only shout, "Big Brother Lu …" His voice, however, was weak, drowned in the flying snow and the firelight. She was afraid that Lu Da would be worried, so she never told him anything. Everyone involved would be implicated, Zhang Xian, Yu Peng … Even far away in Sichuan and Shaanxi, the total strangers dared to speak out for their scholars. With such a huge matter in hand, the world was in an uproar. The distance between the Donglin Temple and Northface City was not that far, so Lu Da naturally knew about it. He did not contact them, nor did he know what was the custom of the imperial court. He would only secretly rescue them in his own way if they were forced to die.
His hair and beard were all tied up, but he still had a kind expression on his face, like the angry eyes of a king in a temple.
The surrounding Song Jun didn't dare to continue walking forward for a moment as no one knew who she was.
"Kill …"
It was unknown who shouted first, but the arrowheads changed direction like locusts, shooting straight at the monk who had suddenly appeared. He was trapped in the middle of the group. He was swinging his staff so hard that even water couldn't splash in. Arrows fell to the ground, but some bounced back. The frontmost person cried out miserably and lost a dozen people.
An army of thousands came flooding in like a tide. "Up ahead is the north gate, which is tightly shut. On top of the city wall, a row of crossbow archers are looking down from above, their bows filled with strings, ready for battle." The order to kill on the spot made it very easy for them. They only needed to shoot arrows and shoot again and again. Even an iron man would turn him into a hedgehog.
Hua Rong's voice was both excited and worried, "It's Big Brother Lu … Big Brother Lu is here … "
Lu Da shouted, full of energy: "Pengju, quickly take Sis away... Fast... "Walk to the west gate, the west gate …"
Yue Pengju's heart skipped a beat, he looked at the direction of Lu Da's staff from the corner of his eyes, then pulled his wife and ran towards the west.
"Hurry, chase towards the west, hurry …"
Lu Da suddenly waved his staff, and a path of blood actually emerged from the net of arrows.
Yue Pengju gasped for breath, turned his head and pulled Hua Rong away. He only had one thought left in his mind: In any case, he had to save her wife's life. Since Lu Da had reminded him, there must be someone else to support him. Who is it? Who else? No matter who it was, to be able to extend a helping hand in such a life or death situation, if he wanted to report it to them, he had no choice but to come back to life.
"Quick, Yue Pengju has escaped …"
"Where did he run off to?"
"West?"
"South?"
"Quickly chase …"
The newly ascended Song Jun chased after them, but the firing was not as intense. In the faint glow of the fire, the leader of the Yuelin Army, the commander, Xu Caizhi, sat on her horse and shouted, "Quick, capture that monk Mang and his accomplices. Yue Pengju is heading west, quick..." He shouted loudly, as if she did not notice the two people in the shadows.
He shouted in a serious manner, but his palms were full of cold sweat. Those two, perhaps, would still die in the end. Xu Caizhi and the two of them had known each other for many years. But his relationship with Yue Pengju was not really that close, especially in the past one to two years, where they had not been able to interact privately at all. As a result, he did not receive even the slightest bit of suspicion from Zhao Deji. Just like Zhang Yingying, he had served Zhao Deji for many years and did not dare to be disobedient in the slightest. Even though he clearly knew that Yue Pengju had been wronged, he did not dare to plead for him on his behalf. However, what he did not expect was that Zhao Deji actually killed Hua Rong! Even Hua Rong, who had risked her life many times for him, had unhesitatingly killed him! " "The sin cannot be compared to the sin of a family member", what a presumptuous reason, to announce the fact that did not deserve anything more than that. Even though he did not dare to show favouritism, he had no choice but to stir up Tianliang. He subconsciously wanted to drag things out for as long as possible.
It was precisely during this moment of delay that Yue Pengju had already pulled his wife and ran several tens of meters away, following the shadows of the city walls as he made his final struggle. Yue Pengju turned around, grabbed his wife and stepped onto the northern side of the road — passing through two alleys, and then the north gate again.
At this time, the main garrison troops and the pursuers of the north gate were chasing towards the west and south. The north gate was gradually becoming empty and no one would have expected that Yue Pengju would return to throw away his life once again.
He stopped, listening to the wind and rejoicing slightly. The voices of the people at the North Gate died down, and the direction of the fire grew further and further away. However, his footsteps were getting slower and slower. The temperature that held Hua Rong's hand was also gradually decreasing, maybe because of the cold snow, or maybe because of the cooling of blood, Hua Rong suddenly stopped in her tracks.
With great difficulty, he opened his eyes wide and glanced at the moving flames on the wall. His heart felt as if it was being pierced by a knife as he held his wife tightly and almost kneaded her to the bone, "Sister Shi Qi, I have truly let you down, I have truly let down my son …"
Tears streamed down her face. She hugged him tightly, but her arms were wrapped around the arrowheads — she couldn't hug him, and if she did, she would push the arrows deeper into his flesh. Amidst the moving flames, the clothes behind him were already torn apart, with knife wounds and arrows flying about … Then, there was the blackened burns — the new and old marks of the soldering iron.
Even the iron men would melt and perish.
His forehead pressed against hers, "Sister Shi Qi, I am so regretful … Regret... Sister Shi Qi, it's all my fault... "If I were to meet you again in my lifetime, I wouldn't care about anything else but accompanying you for the rest of my life, even if it were just plain rice, textile farming, and being a farmer for the rest of my life …"
Hua Rong could not cry out, her throat was rolling with sounds, choking and vomiting. She only used her remaining strength to barely hold on and didn't let him fall – she was going to fall! Her own husband, the one she had relied on all her life, the father of Little Tiger s, he could no longer stand.
Yue Pengju, who was valiant and invincible, could no longer stand!
She leaned against him. Feeling somewhat relieved, she suddenly laughed. Fine, fine.
Her forehead suddenly left, and Hua Rong felt a chill on her face. She raised his spear, and it flew up into the air, pulling her wife along. With a voice as sweet and gentle as honey, she said, "Sister Shi Qi, live well, and don't take revenge for me … "You must not avenge me …"
In the light of the fire, Hua Rong saw her husband's expression, it was like snow on the ground, the number of arrow cluster on his body could not be counted anymore. The power within his body was slowly fading away, and soon, the last drop of blood would be lost.
She was in complete disarray. The pain in her body had already numbed. She only subconsciously blocked in front of him, wanting to shield him from the arrow that was shot in secret. "Pengju, Pengju ah …"
His voice was even more gentle: "Sister Shi Qi, quickly go, think of the Little Tiger's head … The Little Tiger's head is so pitiful, he's still waiting for us. You're his mother! Little Tiger head must have a mother … "
"No!" she screamed, blood trickling from the corners of her mouth.
"Sister Shi Qi, listen to me once, just this once!"
"No!"
Clenching his teeth, she leapt up with his long spear. With a twist, he actually landed it at his wife's feet. Hua Rong stepped on the spearpoint and his body soared into the sky, and then was immediately thrown more than ten meters away. There, was a gap, and it was the last possible way out. Just as her body was about to fall, he used all her strength to use his spear to climb and reached out to support her. She then steadied herself and sat down on the city wall. She could not hold on any longer and fell to the ground.
Outside the city gate, the dilapidated city wall was not the Great Wall to defend against the war. Instead, it was the same as the Song of the West Lake, the Huaiyang, and the Tempest Moon, which could not withstand a single blow.
After recuperating, Hua Rong's body slowed down, turned sideways, and disappeared into the night. Along with her seven colored lesser arch feathers, her body shined like a dark ghost flame that disappeared into the night.
As he watched his wife disappear, tears of joy streamed down his face.
"Sister Shi Qi … Sister Shi Qi... Live well with your son … "
Someone sang in the dark night, "Warm wind..." How intoxicating... "Ya ya ya …" The voice of the singing lady was filled with the allure of the night.
Jin Wushu stood by the window, sweat dripping down from the center of his palms. That woman, had risen up into the air bloody in the dark night. "Peng Ju …"
This was the result he had longed for, so why was it so tragic?
Another round of arrow cluster s, that were about to shoot towards the flying lady, were shot down from the sky. However, they let out miserable cries as they were hit by a row of concealed weapons, causing dozens of archer s to fall down from the city walls.
"Who …"
"Search quickly, there are still accomplices behind the scenes …"
"His Majesty ordered us to capture everything in one fell swoop …"
"Let's chase Yue Pengju first. Quickly, he ran towards the south gate …"
"Quickly chase, he is together with Hua Rong. Let's kill these two main culprits first …"
"Quick …"
"If you kill Hua Rong, you will be rewarded with 1000 gold taels …"
"If you kill Yue Pengju, you will be rewarded with 10,000 gold taels …"
"Kill Yue Pengju, promotion to third level …"
Qin Gui rushed over from the Jail Temple Prison, mounted on his horse, and personally shouted and waved the order flag. This was the first time he experienced the might of a horse, as if he was the marshal of a great army. Joy, ecstasy … Who would have thought that this day would come? This day would also come for him. Scholars would chase down overweeningly arrogant generals like stray dogs.
Force will never match wits.
Wisdom will never be a conspiracy.
His laughter resounded loudly in the night. "Hahaha …" Get rid of Yue Pengju, there would be peace in the world... Everyone, let's go... "Every person gets 20 slots..."