C405 I'll risk my life to save you

Qin Gui chewed on his cheek and frowned. When he was chasing after Hua Rong, he clearly felt two different kinds of resistance. Although he could not determine it, he felt that one of the powers was like the Fourth Prince striking out. "Mrs. Guo, you have worried for so many years, and have removed all the worries from your heart. Since your family has steadily become Lifelong Prime Minister, you will definitely celebrate tonight on New Year's Eve. You do not have to live up to your expectations."

Wang Junhua nodded in agreement. The two of them laughed heartily and toasted each other.

Wang Junhua was very happy: What about Zhang Xian and the rest?

"Zhang Xian had already been tortured to death in the Jail Temple Prison. Yu Peng, Sun Ge, and the others were lucky and did not die. Now that things have progressed to this point, if Shangguan Family wants to be magnanimous and act against me, this old man might as well act good.

"Alright, I'll consider it as being like this. At least I'll give Fourth Prince a favor."

Is this because of Qin Gui's heart, or could it be that he could not help but ask: "Did Mrs. Guo detect it? Recently, the Fourth Prince had become more and more abnormal. He had first requested for the release of Tian Wei, then requested for Yu Peng and the others, other than Yue Pengju, it seemed like he did not want to kill anyone else? What exactly is the reason? "

Wang Junhua glared at him, thinking back to Fourth Prince's promise that he would be brought to Yanjing in the summer to take shelter. Every time he thought of the beautiful and charming scene that was about to occur, he couldn't help but be elated, and disapprove of Qin Gui's carefulness. "Old man, you've already achieved your goal, how can you even consider doing more? How many of the benefits that the Fourth Prince had promised were not given to us? Just be your Lifelong Prime Minister. "

He was afraid that he would arouse his wife's suspicions. In the same bed, he did not know whether Wang Junhua was going to serve him or the Fourth Prince at all, so he could only laugh and cover it up: "Mrs. Guo has promised me a few concubine, are you still not going to do it?"

Wang Junhua's eyes flashed with a murderous light, "Old man, don't even think about it."

Qin Gui responded, "This old man has already killed Yue Pengju …."

"But Bastard Hua Rong is not dead yet. Your mission is not complete. "

Qin Gui did not dare speak further, and naturally, he would not pursue the matter any further. In any case, his family had a large group of songbird s, and he himself had many opportunities to go out and look for trouble, so he brought up this matter to Wang Junhua, just to change the topic.

On New Year's Eve, Lian City welcomed its festive atmosphere. Every household posted couplets, set off firecrackers and prepared lanterns and fireworks for a period of half a month. This year, they had reached an agreement and succeeded, and they had even killed Yue Pengju and the fake princess consecutively. For Zhao Deji, he had removed all the major problems in his life and had no choice but to celebrate.

The concubines in the palace were all dressed up beautifully, competing with each other in terms of beauty. Even Zhang Yingying and the others had no choice but to suppress the fear in their hearts as they pretended to be extremely pretty and smiling, afraid that they would lose the Sovereign King's favor.

Zhao Deji hugged his arms left and right, drinking one cup after another. After eating his fill of delicious food, he led his imperial concubines to visit the Lian City to enjoy the lantern festival. Outside the palace, multicolored lanterns hung high in the sky as flames soared into the sky. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold. Zhao Deji was ecstatic, he felt that this was the first step of Taiping Tianzi, and muttered to himself: "What does Yue Pengju know? If the battle were to continue, would I have such fun? It is only through negotiation with the Golden Man s that this world will be at peace. "

The tip of his nose reeked with the smell of blood, it was the scene of Yue Pengju running for his life with the shackle raised. He laughed out loud in excitement due to the smell of blood, and actually pulled the Xiao Liu and two other fifteen to sixteen year old palace maid to sleep with him. That night, the three girls were having fun. Zhao Deji increased the dosage of Wang Jixian's masculine medicine, as if he had endless energy. The three of them suffered bitterly, especially the two newly-arrived girls. They had to force themselves to smile despite the pain. Eventually, one of the girls finally couldn't hold back her tears. When Zhao Deji saw this teardrop, he became extremely angry and kicked her out of the bed. "Ignorant cheap maidservant, scram …"

The other two were so scared that they were trembling. Zhao Deji was in low spirits as he chased the two out and slept soundly after lying down on his own.

Spring Dream was in the middle of the night with countless beauties OOXX when she cried out in alarm. However, Jin Wushu had led his troops to chase after her. Endless sea, endless night, unknown escape, hunger, hunger, thirst, it was unbearable. He clutched at his throat and let out a dry howl. The door opened soundlessly and a figure stood at the doorway, holding out half a sweet fruit and saying softly, "Shangguan Family … "I'll give it to you …"

The fruit is so big, so red, so bright, he has never seen such a delicious fruit. His ecstatic voice trembled as he reached out his hand to catch the fruit. Rong Er... "

His hand touched the fruit, but it became a sharp dagger, aimed straight at his throat. The beautiful figure turned into a disheveled evil ghost: "Zhao Deji, return our lives …. Zhao Deji, I will kill you, this despicable person … "

"Rong Er... "Spare me …"

The dagger was pressed against his throat and he could not catch his breath, he shouted loudly and jumped down from the bed, "Rong Er … Spare me … "Spare me …"

A few palace maids ran in and helped him up: "Shangguan Family, Shangguan Family …"

He was sweating profusely and screaming at the top of his lungs. He was sitting on the dragon bed, trembling all over.

On the stove, a pot of boiling water gurgled, emitting a strong heat.

The doors and windows were tightly shut, locking the entire room out from the blizzard. However, the room still emanated a cold aura and a strong chill.

The woman on the bed was covered in blood and there was not a single clean spot on her body. King Qin's hands were placed on the shredded clothes, which were mixed with the flesh and blood. It was blurry and could not be separated, and every time it moved, it would rip apart the flesh and blood.

However, no matter how much she tore, she could not feel it. Her eyes were tightly shut, she could neither live nor die, she could not feel any pain at all.

In his arms, some random objects had already been drenched in blood. King Qin carefully felt it out. It was a marriage pendant that she always carried with her — a pasting of her marriage with Yue Pengju. Then, there was a stack of yellowed paper. On it was Yue Pengju's personal handwriting, her treasured husband's handwriting. One of the paper was precisely that famous "River Red". He already knew that such an ending would occur, so he carried all the precious items on his body with him, never leaving.

King Qin did not dare to move these things away, he kept them firmly in her heart, as if there was some kind of strange power that wished to be awakened. He hoped to use them to achieve some kind of magical effect — to awaken life and protest against injustice.

"Little girl, little girl …" A strand of her soul was about to disperse. He only relied on the experiences he gained from travelling to the north and south to understand that once he reached the gates of hell, as long as his relatives kept on calling out for his soul and deterred the Black and White Impermanence, he would definitely make them stay.

The normally ridiculous became the only hope of the present. He rubbed his hands together as he trembled, softly calling out, "Girl …" "Little girl …" The voice lingered in her throat, not daring to be too loud, afraid that it would be too loud. In the next second, she was gone, vanishing into thin air.

The injurious drug on her body fell out and stuffed all of it into her mouth. She had long since lost the ability to swallow. He pressed his palm against her back, took a sip of water, and placed it in her mouth. As luck would have it, his entire face and face was stained with the blood of her body, as if he was a savage cannibal. Her eyes were still closed, as if everything was in vain.

When the hot water was up, he wrung out the kernels and gently wiped off the stains and blood on her face. A few strands of hair fell on her face.

"Girl …" "Little girl …"

A lackey called An Zhigang stepped forward and gathered up his courage: "Your Majesty … Madame Yue is already dead, you don't have to waste your efforts … "

With a wave of his hand, he sent An Zhigang far away as he glared at his, "Screw your mother, how can she die?"

An Zhigang did not dare speak anymore, he flipped himself up, only to see that King Qin's hair was dishevelled, his entire body was stained with blood, and he looked extremely terrifying.

The other subordinate, Liu Zhiyong, helped his comrade up, patted his shoulder to comfort him, and could not help but say: "Great King, it's too dangerous here, we can't stay for long. This little one has already prepared a carriage, why not take Madame Yue and leave overnight … "

"Leave, leave, how do we leave?" King Qin roared loudly, the little girl's entire body was broken, he was about to fall, how could he withstand the bumpy carriage?

He slammed the door, not wanting to hear their voices at all. He took hot water and kept wiping her down, calling her name, as if he were going to wake her up if he kept calling her name.

The sound of firecrackers rang out.

The Lian City's New Year's Eve was so beautiful.

The food that was delivered had cooled down, and King Qin was sitting blankly on the bed, holding onto his hands that were not even hot at all. Little girl, you won't be able to wake up. Could it be that he would never wake up again?

His tiger-like eyes were filled with tears as he pulled her hand tightly and yelled into her ear. "Little girl, Little girl, don't you think about your son? Tiger head, Little Tiger head, you're dead, who cares? And Zhao Deji, Qin Gui, Jin Wushu, these bastards of the Dogfish, if you die, who will take revenge for Yue Pengju? Are we just going to watch them enjoy themselves? You useless girl, I already told you to stand up, but you didn't listen … "Wake up, hurry up and wake up. There will be a day when you will personally kill these bastards …"

She lay there quietly, as cold as the wedding pads and "Red River" piled up beside her. She had lost all power of life.

Anger, which had been accumulated for many years, welled up in his heart. He couldn't help but want to break those two hands he was holding, "Girl, damn girl, every time you do this, you always push the burden towards me. Yue Pengju is dead, and your son is now responsible for it! Why should I be the one to handle it? I have so many things to do, who's going to bother your son? I want to get married and have another child, so I don't have the time to meddle in your business … With Yue Pengju dead, the Little Tiger's head no longer has a Abba, why are you still so selfish, why don't you care about your son? Who are you to blame for your death? Was he worthy of Yue Pengju? Was he worthy of being the Little Tiger? You just don't want to be responsible, you just want to run away. You're really selfish... Little girl, you've always been selfish … Little girl... "

The person beside her still had her eyes closed and her long eyelashes had stopped moving. It was as if she was finally relieved. It was a great sorrow to be able to come to life.

Hot tears fell on her face. King Qin was already exhausted and tiredly lied beside her in the smoke and fire all over the sky, completely forgetting the pain on his body and the danger in his surroundings. He was weak like a child who had just arrived in this world as he begged in a low voice, "Girl, wake up, wake up.