C428 Really alive …

"Penga, no matter how difficult and dangerous, I will avenge you. If you can't finish this life, then you must continue this life of yours! "

The thought of revenge had completely dispersed the weakness and uneasiness in his body. She turned and strode out.

A solitary lamp, a light wine, and a chilly spring breeze blew in through the broken window. Inside the room, an old woman sat alone with a book in her hand, looking miserable.

There was a knock on the door, and she slowly stood up. Who would visit an old woman in this remote place in the middle of the night? Ever since the death of Yue Pengju and his wife, she had lived in seclusion here, living her life as long as she could, experiencing the most difficult time of her life.

"Who is it?"

Excited by the old voice, Hua Rong hissed out in a low voice, "It's me, Big Sister Shi Qi …"

The door creaked open and the two of them reached out at the same time, hugging each other and crying bitterly. Li Yian raised his head, reached out to close the door, and quickly pulled Hua Rong into a room to sit down. He poured her a cup of hot tea and said in a low voice: "Sister Shi Qi, you are really alive, the heavens are truly blessing you! God bless you. Where's the tiger head? "

Hua Rong wiped her tears, "I was saved by King Qin. Tiger Head is safe now, King Qin will take care of him." She looked around, only to see that the house was extremely dilapidated. The inside and outside were also empty, with only a few boxes of books.

Li Yian said in an extremely calm voice, "Those things were all swept away by Wang Jixian."

Hua Rong was furious: "This despicable old thief."

"Sister Shi Qi, you don't need to be angry. From open seal to Jiangnan, I have been living here for half my life. In order to protect these collections, I have experienced hardships and even mistakenly married a Middle Mountain Wolf. "Now that I know of it, everything is external."

Hua Rong clenched her teeth, this was survival! The living conditions of ordinary people. Regardless of whether it was the famous general Yue Pengju or the great poet Li Yian, who could protect themselves? Life does not exist, not to mention physical objects.

Li Yian came back to his senses from the joy of reuniting with his family and felt extremely uneasy, "Sister Shi Qi, you have to be careful of your whereabouts.

Hua Rong said slowly: "I won't hide my whereabouts anymore."

"Oh?"

"Everything I saw and heard along the way, along with the fact that I was away for a day, since Zhao Deji gave the decree on amnesty and did not offend any of his family members, I might as well fulfill his' benevolence and righteousness'."

Li Yian pondered and immediately nodded. If Hua Rong hid his head and revealed her tail, it would be easier for Qin Gui to use poison. If she came back in a swagger, Yue Pengju would be dead, the tiger head wouldn't be by her side, but a widow.

"Sister Shi Qi, although your words are true, but Qin Gui is too despicable, you have to be careful."

Hua Rong smiled, that's right, Qin Gui and Wang Junhua, this adulterous couple, was the one she wanted to settle with. They couldn't let themselves go, and they couldn't let them go either.

Li Yian was worried as well: "Sister Shi Qi, you can't act recklessly."

"Rest assured, I will not act rashly. Pengju saved me with his life so that I could live. So, how can I so easily send myself to my death? " Even if he was as lowly as a dog, he had to live on. Only by living could he truly wait until the day of hope.

That night, the two of them confided to each other all the grief they had felt after leaving each other for a year. This was the first time Li Yian had heard Hua Rong talking about the King Qin in detail. She was emotionally moved as she sighed, "There's actually such a strange man in this world?"

Hua Rong could not answer. Even she himself did not know what the King Qin was. She only knew that she had to rely on him when in danger, pushing her pressure on him to unconditionally agree to raise his own son. Or had he tortured herself as cruelly as he had done in his early years? Was he destined to owe her?

Her son, King Qin, what are they doing now?

Another dusk fell.

Hua Rong slowly walked over a mound, her body as light as a ghost's. After passing through a pine forest, she saw a yellow paper flag floating in front of him. On a lonely grave, there were countless branches of grass, and the words "Jia Yi Ren's Tomb" was written on it. She walked over and knelt in front of the grave, unable to cry. All her life, even her grave had become a woman — — Jia Yi Ren! And these were all the kind-hearted jailer Wei Shun. He was the one who took the risk and secretly carried Pengju's corpse and buried it here. This was something that she had secretly asked about.

She knelt in front of the gravestone with excitement in her heart, as if she was reunited with Pengju for the first time. A weak youth, he grew up to be an indomitable man. Just that one glance was enough to make him the hero in his heart. He was destined to never leave.

"Penga, I am still alive, and my son is also alive. We're all fine. The Little Tiger's head is safe and sound, there is no danger, you can rest assured, don't worry about us. "

The cold spring night wind blew through the treetops, whimpering and whimpering like someone crying. She never mentioned the matter of revenge, saying all this in front of her husband's grave. He could hear it, he could hear it, and he would never be at peace in the underworld. For the first time, she kept a big secret from her husband.

She sat in a daze for a long time. In the darkness, she told her husband everything that had happened in the past year in a low voice. Spring dew was deep and cold. Sitting on the cold ground, his whole body was warm. His heart was also warm. It was a kind of spiritual conversion. It was a complete peace that would only be possessed when one stood by Peng Gao's side.

A ray of light rose from the eastern sky. She slowly stood up, her legs turning numb. Only after a long while did he stabilize himself, "Pengju, the sky is about to brighten. I'll come back to accompany you in the evening."

Down the hill, around the cemetery, the pine woods, along the winding paths, the dew on the grass wetting the sleeves. After a gust of wind, she shouted in a low voice, "Who is it? What are you doing sneaking around? "

A tree swayed in the wind, and there was no sound at all.

She hurried forward and saw the branches in front of her flash past. Dew spilled onto the ground, and then there was a squeak. A squirrel, perhaps. She looked around, but there was no one around. She could only slowly walk down the slope.

~ All along the way, I kept thinking, where did the Big Brother Lu go? To live or to die? There were many people who had heard nothing about Lu Da, not even a trace of his death. If he was still alive, then where had he escaped to?

The palace.

Zhao Deji was drinking wine and making merry with his favorite concubines. He played around with Xiao Liu while Zhang Yingying and Wu Jinnu sat by his side and read out the reports they had accumulated for the past few days. Zhao Deji was about to fall asleep when he heard this, only to see Zhang Yingying stop and not continue reading. He continued to ask, and Zhang Yingying said, "Servant does not dare to recite." "Read it, This Emperor will make you read it." could only continue reading. It turned out that some of the ministers had sent in a letter, asking Zhao Deji to quickly take care of the sect disciples and raise the emperor. The contents of seven or eight letters in a row were all the same. When Zhao Deji heard this, he pushed the Xiao Liu to the side and said, "It was not easy to negotiate. We have been having a peaceful time for a few days now, and they can't bear to watch us getting used to it.

Zhang Yingying and Wu Jinnu looked at each other, even the two people who were adept at studying a person's heart had lost all confidence in Zhao Deji's "reproductive ability." They were actually thinking the same thing as the officials in the book, the Emperor would never be born again.

The two of them did not dare to reveal anything, but Xiao Liu slapped her on the horse leg, "Your Majesty is in the prime of your life, why should we worry about not having a son of a hundred and a grandson?"

"Shut up!" Zhao Deji loudly shouted, increasing the deep sense of humiliation in his heart. His impotence and infertility were known by the world outside the palace. These scholars who did not know what was good for them all wrote down their orders and got their own Housework.

With a wave of his hand, he said, "banish all of these people who are here to perform, never to be employed again."

None of the concubines dared to interrupt. Zhao Deji shouted loudly, "Change for a new palace maid."

"Yes."

A group of young ladies who had just entered the palace gracefully entered. More and more, Zhao Deji had a hobby, which was to pamper girls who were fifteen or sixteen years old. Almost every night, he would have to change a maid. Zhang Yingying and the others had been widowed for the past two years, and they were well aware that if Zhao Deji continued with his marriage like this, he would have lost all of his descendants. She walked to the door and couldn't help but turn his head to look, just in time to see Wu Jinnu's line of sight. Even though the two of them were competitors, but in the past year, they had long lost any sense of competition. Especially Zhang Yingying, who was extremely depressed as she thought to herself, Everyone says that our Emperor is the Emperor, and it is as expected. The Song Huizong's Breaking Dawn class and bright and wide fields had caused a great disaster for Jing Kang, but Zhao Deji had killed Yue Pengju, so what would he leave behind for the Da Song if he continued to laze around during the day?

As soon as the old man left, the new man went on stage. Even the Xiao Liu who was by his side had completely lost his favour. Zhao Deji stretched out his left and right hands, and carried the two beautiful girls in his arms. Xiao Liu was sad and angry. She had been snatched over by Zhao Deji as his "clan aunt". And Wang Jixian's so-called spiritual medicine, after more than a year, was completely useless. Furthermore, she gradually realized that ever since Shangguan Family consumed the spirit medicine, other than the first two months, he had become much more powerful. Her heart was filled with worry, but she did not dare to ask Wang Jixian again.

Zhao Deji saw that she was standing at the side, and his expression was ugly.

Xiao Liu resisted the urge to cry and left. After she left, Zhao Deji finally relaxed, he hugged a few beauties and indulged in pleasure, but like usual, after a while, his energy was running low. He rushed up crazily, the whole house chasing after a bunch of girls to abuse them. The girls screamed in fear and scattered in all directions. He chased for a while, exhausted, and fell over on the avalanche like a dead dog. The eunuchs and palace maid s had long been used to this kind of scene, hence they did not think much of it.

As he dozed off, he suddenly found himself in a land of demons. It was so dark that he couldn't even see his fingers. He trembled in fear as a cold wind blew and a female ghost with disheveled hair floated out. "Zhao Deji … You gave me back my life... "Give me back my life …" A pair of hands pressed against his neck. He couldn't get up in one breath, so he foamed at the mouth, "Spare me, Rong Er, spare me …"

The eunuch, Zhang Quwei, hurriedly walked in and saw Zhao Deji, who was sweating profusely as he sat on the collapse. He whispered into's ear, "Shangguan Family, this lowly one has something important to report."

Zhao Deji said dispiritedly, "What is it?"

"Hua Rong is back."

"Huh?" Zhao Deji instantly sat up straight, as if he had been injected with a heart-strengthening drug, and was both surprised and happy. Rong Er is back? Rong Er is still alive? "