C470 Lost Direction

Ye Lvguanyin immediately asked: "Master, is everything alright?"

"My lord is well. However, the Lord has asked me to tell you. "

"What is it?"

"You absolutely cannot damage Hua Rong and the Fourth Prince. Also, I hope that the sooner they get married, the better."

Ye Lvguanyin felt a chill in his heart, and asked miserably, "Why?"

"Because Hua Rong marrying the Fourth Prince will not hinder your grand plan. Not only can you not stop her, you have to do everything in your power to make her a princess. Only by being an imperial concubine will she be willing to give up on Fourth Prince … "

Ye Lvguanyin's face turned ashen, he suddenly kneeled down and roared, "Master, why do you want to do this? Why? If that woman truly rules over Residence of the fourth prince, then what hope does Servant have in his lifetime? "

"For this year or so, you are not to touch Hua Rong. But one year from now, the Lord will naturally help you fulfill your wish. "

crawled on the ground. Year after year, she was no longer a young woman, she was already a woman half aged by Lady Xu. Once Hua Rong was able to stabilize his footing, and she was not an ordinary person, how could it be easy for him to take her down?

At a critical moment, if Hua Rong really falls, then everything would be over. Could it be that she would have to watch her and the Fourth Prince get back to normal, give birth to her and then make a move?

When the messenger left, Ye Lvguanyin stood on the spot hatefully, the small bottle in his hand almost shattered into pieces.

A figure silently floated past, like a ghost.

She looked up at the woman in front of her in fear and could not help but take a step back. The surroundings were quiet, as elegant as a green tree. When the two women faced each other, Ye Lvguanyin's body was even taller, but when she saw the woman, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear, staring at the lesser arch on her back that was inseparable, the sunlight shining through the gaps in the tree and landing on her colorful feathers. She seemed to be more like a war god than a woman.

If it had been two days ago when she was a gentle and lovable woman, then it wouldn't have been so intimidating. But now, with an arrow on her back, she walked in silence like an enemy, looking at her opponent and suddenly losing the ability to respond.

"Ye Lvguanyin, the two of us are people who have lost our nations and our families, we have our own plots and plots. My main target is Wang Junhua, not you, so if you do not make me my enemy, I will definitely not find you to make a move! "

Ye Lvguanyin took another step back and clenched his fists even tighter.

"Wenlong Child, you are not a threat to your position, nor am I a threat to yours. Ye Lvguanyin, that's all I can say. " After Hua Rong finished speaking, she turned around and left.

She walked a good three meters before Ye Lvguanyin came to his senses. Suddenly, he chased after her and called out, "Madame Yue …"

Hua Rong stopped and turned. With a desolate smile on her face, she said, "Ye Lvguanyin, thank you for calling me that."

"Hua Rong, will you really not become the princess consort of the Fourth Prince? He treats you like that! He has never been like this to any woman! "

Hua Rong looked at her tightly clenched right hand, and faintly smiled, without replying, she turned and left.

Ye Lvguanyin stood where he was, and looked at her back. It was a lonely, desolate, and skinny shoulder, completely hidden by the arrow cluster. She suddenly had an illusion that this was a man! He was actually fighting over a favor with a man?

She didn't know what to do. It was as if she had thrown out a punch and suddenly lost her direction.

Inside the Wolf Lord's tent, a war council was in the midst of an intense debate.

After Joining forces to ascend the throne, under Yuwen Xuzhong's all-round transformation, the seat of minister had already been removed, and he was the only one left. But when they went out to hunt for the dead of summer, they still maintained the noble democracy of the early Jinguo. However, many of the civil officials had participated in the discussions, especially in recent years where the war generals had all died, leaving only Jin Wushu, who had the authority to rule the world.

"Fourth Uncle, do we really need to make Song Qinzong a puppet?"

Jin Wushu said unhurriedly: "Zhao Deji has already consolidated his foundation in Jiangnan, and going south a few times will be of no avail. Fortunately, Zhao Deji himself is as timid as a mouse, and has received a large amount of tribute every year, so there is no meaning in us starting a war again."

He looked at the crowd, after successfully killing Yue Pengju, Jin Wushu had already fully grasped the military power and imperial power in the Jinguo, and was even slightly able to contend against him, the Minister of the Left. These past few days, he had been able to win over him, and in addition to taking Xi Nuer as his disciple, his charm was astonishing, and he was satisfied. He also agreed. He hated war and had no experience in war, so when he heard that they could not fight, then he became angry at Zhao Deji and naturally agreed to it. He immediately ordered the Jinguo to send an envoy to the Da Song to initiate a new round of negotiations with Zhao Deji. The target of the negotiation, according to Jin Wushu's hand in planning, was naturally Qin Gui coming to the inn.

After deciding on the time of the envoy's departure, Jin Wushu raised his cup and took a sip. With Qin Gui's death, he would be able to obtain the antidote; and with the north and south splitting up in Song Kingdom, it would benefit the Jinguo's position as sect master even more.

Halfway through the afternoon, Jin Wushu looked at Xie Yang, stood up and said his goodbyes. Everyone laughed and urged for him to stay, but they laughed out loud together. "You all might not know this, but the princess of Fourth Uncle is so beautiful that it's hard to be a hero. It's hard to be a beauty …"

Jin Wushu also laughed and turned to leave.

The area around the tent was still bustling with noise and excitement. Women were playing around, chasing the crowd. But Hua Rong was nowhere to be seen.

Lu Wenlong ran over with a golden fish he had caught from the lake: "Abba, look at this fish, it's so pretty …"

Jin Wushu took the fish and looked at it. "Where's your mother?"

"Mom left."

Jin Wushu was shocked, and asked loudly: "Where did she go?"

Lu Wenlong looked at his father strangely: "Mother said that she has something to attend to and would be gone for two to three days."

So that's how it was. Ever since Hua Rong came to this place, it was not the first time she had left. However, every time she left, he would always be extremely secretive and he would never be able to find out what exactly she was busy with.

"Your mother didn't say what she was going to do?"

Lu Wenlong was very naive, "Mother said that these threads are not good. She is going to the Yanjing to buy some threads to make me new autumn clothes. Abba, Mom will also make it for you … "

Hua Rong knew how to make clothes for him? Would it? Just like an ordinary woman, sewing for her husband? As she thought of this, an extremely strange feeling suddenly welled up in her heart. She was actually in a stupor.

"Abba, Abba …"

He noticed that the horse his son was riding was no longer a Black Moonlight, but a red pony, and asked: "Where is the Black Moonlight?"

"Mom is leaving, the road is long, the Black Moonlight are fast, Mom can come back earlier too."

He took his son and sat him down in the dusk.

The soft sunset, the endless grassland, and the afterglow pulse. The little child could not stand the Abba's strange expression and did not say a word. He was not angry, did not understand, and could not understand at all.

decided to just lie down on the grass, holding his head and looking at the sky in the distance. As far as the eye could see, it was a boundless blue, and also suffused with green.

In these past few days, especially when it had been almost half a month, he saw Hua Rong everyday, had breakfast and dinner, and even smiled charmingly while she deliberately tried to get close to him. Now, suddenly gone, she still felt empty, even though she knew she would come back. It was a feeling of longing, very different from what he had thought in the past — it was as if he was separated from his wife for a while, a feeling that he had never experienced before.

Hua Rong, when will she return? Had she really gone to buy silk?

His heart was filled with tenderness, but he could not help but laugh. He did not expect that this middle-aged man who had lived on the battlefield for half a life would give birth to such a feeling for the young people. Was this happiness or sadness?

Would really marry her after killing her?

He was filled with anticipation. If this woman could give birth to her own son, how smart would she be?

Noon.

A pile of black fireworks was lit in the jungle.

Hua Rong looked at the thick smoke from afar and even Zha He's face changed greatly. "The little boys, this is bad, something happened in the village."

savage tribe ignited black smoke, which was an extremely serious warning. Hua Rong patted the Black Moonlight, and rushed forward at full speed.

In front of him was a dense crowd of people. They were wearing leather aprons and smeared with a kind of colorful paint. They were holding sticks and bows, shouting something loudly. Upon hearing the cries of the Black Moonlight, Da She immediately waved his hand to stop it, and went up to welcome them in surprise: "Master, you're back!"

Hua Rong dismounted and saw a pile of soil in the middle of the black smoke. On top of the pile, there were three black skeletons, and each skeleton had three neat holes.

She was shocked, seeing Da She's worried face, but also panicking, she anxiously asked: "What happened?"

"Master, we have been attacked by a mysterious force. They sent messengers asking us to submit immediately, or we will be wiped out in three days. "This is the symbol of their campaign …"

Hua Rong frowned, and did not say a word.

"The other clan has already agreed to submit to us. Master, we are waiting for you to come back and make your decision."

"Do you have any definite information regarding this faction?"

Da She was at a loss, but Zha He helped him answer: "The little boys, that mysterious force, I judge it to be a remnant of Mo Liao. Before, they relied on money and schemes to take back a few small tribes. However, there were thousands of people in the Da She Tribe. After half a month, this power suddenly displayed its might, and consecutively defeated other tribes. Only Da She is left, they have sent over a letter first … "

Da She could not read at all, they had sent people who knew the local language to do the lobbying. Hua Rong looked at the three black skeletons in the middle and was secretly shocked. Ye Lvdayong had grown larger and larger by the second.

Da She immediately asked: "Master, what do you think we should do? "Legend has it that once this Black Skeleton appears, it will kill people. Failure to submit will bring about an ominous curse …"

Hua Rong held onto her bow, and calmly said: "You all do not have to be afraid, I know of that power."

"Who is it?"

"The crippled Crown Prince Ye Lvdayong of the original Liaoning's Qi Dan. In order to restore his country, he secretly planned to gather all his strength …"

Zha He was overjoyed: "The Liao Army was merely defeated by me, why should I be afraid?"

Before this, Da She and the others had always guessed what kind of mysterious power it was. They had always sacrificed themselves to the Gods and Gods, and upon seeing the Black Skeleton, they thought that it was the wrath of the Gods. They lived outside, so they didn't know much about Liao Song Jin, but hearing Hua Rong say that she was just an ordinary person and not some demon or demon, their fear was reduced by half.