C505 Merit

These thoughts burned like the heart of fire. little girl had delicate and pretty features, stubbornly small mouth, and was wearing light green clothes — she was indeed Shi Qi, who was about Shi Qi's age.

Lu Wenlong watched him laugh in a strange manner and was very surprised. "Uncle, what are you laughing about?"

The King Qin was unable to contain his joy, as if his beautiful dream had already come true. He grabbed onto Lu Wenlong's hand and said, "Son, I have many good things.

Lu Wenlong looked at him curiously. This seemingly ferocious uncle of his was actually very kind. However, being caught like this made him unable to struggle at all. He was also very unhappy, and he continuously struggled, wanting to break away from his demon. King Qin was completely oblivious to it, and actually lifted him up, just like how he lifted the Little Tiger's head back then. He flew into the air and caught it in one go, and laughed out loud happily: "Brat, why do I like you so much with a single look? Your father really likes you and the Little Tiger's head … "

Please, if you like, don't let people fly into the sky and fall down like this.

"Uncle …" "Uncle …"

King Qin was so happy that he let him go. He laughed and completely forgot about Hua Rong's "distrust", then pressed him to sit next to his and loudly asked: "Stinky kid, did your mother ever mention me?"

Lu Wenlong gasped for breath, he was angered to the point that he wanted to cry but had no tears. When mother and son met again, he often asked about things, and his mother told him that there was a brother and an uncle. Wasn't Uncle Scoundrel this bad uncle?

"My mother said that you're my uncle …"

King Qin spat: "Little bastard, who's your uncle? You have to be called Abba. "

"NO!" "Mother said to call him uncle …" He became alert, "My mother said, and aunt, how could you be my Abba?"

This time, it was King Qin's turn to not know whether to laugh or cry. Lu Wenlong saw that he was at a loss for words, and suddenly said: "Abba, can you teach me martial arts?"

King Qin was in high spirits and immediately agreed to teach him. He demonstrated three or five moves and Lu Wenlong followed suit to imitate them. Unknowingly, after half a day, he was drenched in sweat, and unexpectedly, he was very intimate with King Qin. He had been together with Jin Wushu since he was young, but Jin Wushu had always been out on the streets. Even as the Fourth Prince, although he loved his son, he had many children, and had to take other people into consideration as well, thus maintaining his identity;

Seeing that the sun had set, the King Qin could no longer stay any longer. He then said to Lu Wenlong: "Son, I'm leaving."

Lu Wenlong was actually a little reluctant, but stubbornly asked, "Uncle, where are you going?"

The two of them spoke, but the King Qin did not mind. He lowered his voice, bowed his head, and said in a low voice: "Son, I'll leave first. I'll come look for you after your mother returns in a few days. "At that time, I will take you to a good place."

"Better than here?"

"Ten thousand times better than here."

Lu Wenlong looked forward to see that King Qin had patted his head before he left.

When King Qin returned, an unexpected guest was sitting in the room.

Ye Lvdayong's gaze was like a poisonous snake's tongue, hissing across the ground, "King Qin, where did you go?"

King Qin unconcernedly took the alcohol from one of the guards and drank it all in one gulp. What can I do for you? "

Ye Lvdayong laughed, a strange look appearing in his eyes. "I thought you were going to find Hua Rong."

King Qin held the wine cup in his hand and reached out his hand, causing the wine cup to almost reach Ye Lvdayong's nose. Ye Lvdayong turned his face to the side, avoiding the strong smell of alcohol, and laughed out loud: "Today, I came to find you because I received news that your wife is about to give birth." He did not say "my daughter", but "your wife". King Qin was indifferent: "What kind of gift did you prepare for your grandson?"

Ye Lvdayong clapped his hands, "King Qin, this old man was not wrong about you." He specially sent people over to investigate the situation. Not long after Li Tinglan and King Qin got married, they became pregnant, and according to the time they had been married, they would soon have a son.

"Old ghost, don't forget our promise."

Ye Lvdayong cackled, "My grandson, is naturally the first successor. King Qin, from now on, it's all up to you. Let's see how you help me. "

The King Qin unintentionally asked: "Including asking me to die?"

Ye Lvdayong stood up, walked a few steps, and said proudly: "King Qin, this is the time to test you. This old man is very satisfied with this. I never expected that you would actually defeat Fourth Prince's thirty thousand strong army with just a small amount of troops. This is truly a cause for celebration.

"Old ghost, don't celebrate too early. This time, the credit isn't mine!" King Qin interrupted him.

"I already heard that it was the Grand General Helian who saved you. King Qin, this is still your credit. Back then, it was you and General Helian who got to know each other … "

King Qin did not comment. Obviously, Ye Lvdayong heard the report and thought it was Grand General Helian. However, he had an intuition in his heart that this person was definitely not a Grand General Helian. As for who he was, he was completely unable to say.

"King Qin, this old man has another mission for you."

"What is it?"

"Last time, Qin Gui withdrew before he reached the border. Song Jin's negotiation has been sustained. Now, we must either order him to come to the border or try to make him disappear … "

Song Jin negotiated and the war was suspended. What Ye Lvdayong needed the most right now was for both sides to erupt in battle so that he could have a chance of survival.

"Old ghost, what brilliant plan do you have?"

Ye Lvdayong laughed dryly. When the King Qin heard the viciousness in his laughter, he was happy to see Qin Gui die anyways. He decided not to look at what Ye Lvdayong had done to him.

A long journey. At dusk.

In front of him was Lin An. Hua Rong reined in her horse. The wind was blowing on her face and already had a thick chill. She looked to the north of the city where her husband's body was buried. After many years, when would they be able to return? However, ever since she failed to assassinate Zhao Deji, she no longer dared to rashly step into Vivian. She felt depressed and wanted to go worship his son again, but she was still worried about his son, so she had to find him first. Moreover, what was strange was that this time, somehow, her heart did not feel too sad?

Could it be that Penga's death had already faded?

Could it be that his worry for his son outweighed his sorrow for Peng Gao?

She shook her head, unable to make sense of it.

Once again swinging the whip, the Black Moonlight moved as fast as lightning in the evening as a streak of black lightning.

After spending half a month in the open, the Yanjing was already in sight. After a few more days of travel, they would pass through the demonic forest — — Da She Tribe.

King Qin, are you still waiting there? Little Tiger head, where exactly did he hide?

She once again rode at top speed. It was already winter, the sun was setting in the distant horizon, and there were few signs of human life even after moving about for half a day. When she was rushing on her journey, she suddenly heard an intense wave of Horseshoe s coming from the northwest direction of the prairie.

She stealthily reined her horse and hid it in a secret place.

Her voice came closer, she could see clearly that it was a group of Golden Army, from the looks of it, they were female True Soldiers that Jin Wushu trusted. female nobleman's holiday was already over. Could it be that Jin Wushu still had not left? Still in the Yanjing? How was this possible? Along the way she saw that the tent had been torn down.

She was afraid that she would run into Jin Wushu, in case he caught up to his whereabouts. Soon, a large group of people began to cut in from the front. It was a low mountain range that was diagonally connected to the outside. Judging from the direction, it was a cut into the desert.

She was curious, who was Golden Army attacking?

Waiting for the Golden Army to get far away, she suddenly had a thought and quietly followed.

At this moment, the sky had already darkened, and sounds of killing suddenly came from the forest ahead. In the darkness of the night, there were numerous torches and warriors with black scarves. It was unknown how many of them came rushing out like a dense tide. Golden Army was obviously well-prepared, but because of the enemy's attack, he was unable to dodge in time, causing heavy casualties. However, Golden Army quickly adjusted her appearance. Hua Rong could see clearly from where she was hiding. Under the torch light, the person in the lead was actually Jin Wushu's former trusted aide.

Sure enough, Jin Wushu was still here.

Immediately after, Hua Rong almost cried out involuntarily, only to see that on the horse they were charging at, there was a man brandishing a spear and a blade. It was King Qin's guard, An Zhigang.

An Zhigang is here, is the King Qin also here?

Hua Rong was overjoyed. She pondered on how she could help An Zhigang this time. She quietly went around to the side and pulled her bow, shooting an arrow at Han Chang.

Han Chang was in the middle, but he did not expect arrows to fly at him from the shadows. He dodged three of them, but the fourth one was unable to dodge any further.

The Golden Army had originally already held the upper hand, but since their general had fallen, and it was unclear how many people there were in the dark, they could only retreat. An Zhigang led his men and pretended to chase, but after a few shouts, he stopped. It seemed that their side had suffered heavy losses. If the battle continued, they were afraid that they would be completely annihilated. He was extremely excited and thought that a soldier had rendered a great service. "Who shot Han Chang?"

The soldiers all shook their heads, and he was wondering, when a black stallion appeared out of the night like shining brocade. The man on the horse shouted, "General An, it's really you guys."

Hua Rong called him according to his title. An Zhigang was very happy and quickly dismounted to pay respects: "Madam. It's you? It's really you? What a coincidence. "

Hua Rong jumped down from her horse and wiped the perspiration off her face, then went straight to the point: "Where is King Qin?"

"The King is discussing an important matter with Master Yale. This time, it is I who am leading the troops, if not for Mistress shooting Han Chang away, we would only be afraid of danger."

Hua Rong did not care to ask what the King Qin and Ye Lvdayong were discussing about, upon seeing her expression, An Zhigang immediately asked as though she had something urgent to ask. She quickly retreated to her left and right, Hua Rong immediately asked: "General An, where is my son?"

An Zhigang hesitated. He had followed the King Qin for a long time, so he naturally knew what the King Qin was thinking. Hua Rong knew that he was in a difficult situation, but this matter was related to his own son. He could not be polite, so he asked again: "General An, please tell me where the Little Tiger's head is, I am extremely worried."

An Zhigang was no longer able to refuse and could only say: "Madam, do not worry. The Little Tiger is in a very safe place and will be personally taken care of by Liu Wu and a few of his brothers."

She heaved a sigh of relief. King Qin was indeed King Qin.

"The King originally wanted to bring him with us to find Madame, but the north is not peaceful. The child is too young, so we were afraid that he might be in danger. That's why we stayed in a safe place. Please forgive the King's painstaking efforts …"