C401 regal jealousy

The Empire's number one general, what a man.

The Empire's number one monarch, was so impotent.

In front of him, he could see his inferiority complex in a single glance. Even his wife was too weak to give birth to a son, yet he had lost his son.

Even if he was an emperor, he could only be jealous.

Therefore, he liked Qin Gui, the Qin Gui who shared the same fate as him.

Jealousy, jealousy was like a snake tearing its teeth apart — Damn it, damn it Yue Pengju, damn it!

The men of this world could only be more impotent than himself; the women of this world could only be more flattering than Wang Junhua. Yue Pengju, Hua Rong, they should all die.

When the sharp arrow shot over, Yue Pengju waved his hand and removed the shackles, sweeping away over a dozen arrow cluster s. Hua Rong behind him was in a tight spot. Sister Shi Qi, to the left... " Zhao Deji could clearly hear Yue Pengju's low voice, full of dignity and power. At this time, under the pressure of thousands of men and horses, he was still fearless.

"Peng Ju... "Peng Ju …"

In a trance, it was Hua Rong who held her son's smiling face. With her rich body, such a woman did not belong to her. She was already prepared to let her go, but she had followed Yue Pengju even if it meant her death! In that case, let her die! If an overlord couldn't get it, then the other despicable ones definitely couldn't! At this time, the last bit of kindness he had towards Hua Rong had completely disappeared. She waved her hand and gnashed her teeth, "Both of you, kill them on the spot … "Not a single one left …"

"Kill them on the spot!"

"Leave no one alive!"

This order was sent out one by one through Qin Gui, Moqi Wai, and the bodyguards and commanders of Yuelin Army. The entire sky above Jail Temple Prison was reverberating with the sound of the brutal voice, and the sound of that voice shook the clouds:

Just kill him!

Not a single one remained!

Just then, another series of loud noises resounded, the entire Jail Temple Prison was engulfed in blazing flames. Zhao Deji, Qin Gui and Moqi Wai were all shocked, and immediately realised that other than Yue Pengju and his wife, there must be other people who were supporting them.

Zhao Deji gnashed his teeth, "We must catch all the traitors in one fell swoop." As soon as he finished speaking, he fled, surrounded by the guards.

Qin Gui chewed on his cheek, his hundred or so personal guards had already rushed over, he was extremely calm and proud: "Today, I will take this opportunity to catch Yue Pengju one on one."

Yue Pengju pulled his wife and rushed out of the north gate. The road ahead was a complete mess, with two roads leading to a fork in the road.

Hua Rong was flustered and flustered. Her footsteps tilted as shsheheard the heaven shaking sounds of someone chasing after him. The flames that reached the sky were just in front of him. Zhang Jun personally led the army, and fought and lost many times on the battlefield, so when she met the enemy, he escaped. Now, for the first time, they felt the joy of being able to receive their victory: "Yue Pengju is here, kill him! Kill! Kill! "

Yue Pengju stuck out his elbow to protect his wife: "Sister Shi Qi, take the left path."

Hua Rong replied. As the flames got closer, he saw that his husband already had seven or eight sharp arrow s stabbed into his body. She was almost unable to stand steadily as she shouted out hoarsely, "Pengju …"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, let's go quickly …"

She reached out to grab her husband, but was pushed back by Yue Pengju's shackled hands. The sharp arrow behind her shot over like a black cloud, rubbing the wind in her ears. Lin An's city gate was no longer the same size as the open seal, but it was still tightly shut. The soldiers guarding the city from east, south, west and north were in a commotion.

In the darkness of the night, the people in front of him didn't know where to go. His wife ran in front like a swift fawn. Yue Pengju also ran, he was not tired at all, he did not know pain, and did not know how many arrows he had actually taken. All the blood in his body had condensed on his hands. In his despair, he desired a miracle. He wanted to get rid of it, struggle free of it, and wield his spear to turn the world upside down.

Behind him, he could clearly hear the sound of arrows hitting the ground. The elite cavalry assassins of the Da Song were not used on the battle against Jin.

The Empire had never had such a powerful combat ability. It was an outsider, and an insider within the civil war.

His body felt like it was filled with endless blood, never ending, never letting go. In his consciousness, his wife's figure was still there – in the darkness, her figure became more and more distinct, like a pitiful fawn that had fled for its life. She was so beautiful and moving, as if he had just met her for the first time on the island.

At that time, the flower bloomed.

"Elder sister, is this my name? Wow, so beautiful … "Yue - peng - kowtow …"

"Peng Ju, you're already so tall? "Hur hur, why did you think of returning to the village to look for me this time?"

"Pengju, you're not going. Accompany me tonight, okay? In the days since I escaped from Jinying, I have been very afraid every single day … "

"Pengju, when I was young, my mother in Abba called me Sister Shi Qi. You also called me Sister Shi Qi …"

"Elder sister …" My eyes are hurting so much... Sister Shi Qi, don't make things difficult for us, it's all my fault, from now on, we have to live a good life, we can't have any more unpleasantness, okay?

"Pengju, am I really pregnant? Are we really going to have children? Do you like boys or girls? "

In her most beautiful years, in her best years, the two of them had met. There was neither early nor late. Everything was just right.

Countless cold arrows, blades and spears were flying towards him. He could only see those aimed at his wife, not his own body. His wife used all her strength, like a fawn who had fallen into a trap, she brandished the weapon in her hand and made her final resistance. He held the shackle in his hand and tried to spin it in vain, but he was still unable to do anything about it.

Hatred, a hero is useless.

"Ah …" With a "sou" sound, his wife let out a tragic cry as a spearpoint pierced her calf. She limped like a stag with one foot broken, and hunters were trying to cut off her beautiful antlers.

The bangle in his chest hit his heart. Gu dong, gu dong. Like a wife's hand gently caressing his chest, it was as gentle as water and as sweet as flowers, and the smell of blood all became the fragrance of honey …

He could not help but shout out, "Ah, Sister Shi Qi …"

With this use of strength, the shackles that had been chopped off by the dagger were suddenly severed. He extended his hand and grabbed his wife into his embrace.

At this moment, Hua Rong was filled with joy, she could not even see the wounds on her husband's body. Laughing loudly, she grabbed onto his hand and ran with all her might.

Free!

The wind blew past their ears, and the snow became denser and denser. It fell on their hands, but was instantly melted and turned into water.

Within the darkness of the ambush, countless large blades came slashing over. The bodies, legs, feet, heads of the two … Hua Rong staggered, barely able to take a step. A blade slashed from her right shoulder, causing hot blood to flow onto her lesser arch. All of the colorful feathers turned into a bright red color under the approaching firelight.

Yue Pengju picked up a large blade from the pile of corpses, hacking apart the surrounding enemies and fiercely hugging onto his wife's teetering body. Under the firelight, his wife's entire body was dyed red, and her face was completely red — — It was as if a flower suddenly bloomed at night.

He cried out in pain, "Sister Shi Qi!"

She suddenly started laughing. Her mind shook as she steadied her feet. She kept herself extremely clear-headed and said, "Pengju, rush to the right …"

Yue Pengju practically carried her as he leapt into the air, stepping on seven or eight large blades as he flew. The weight of the bodies in his arms was so heavy.

Ahead was a small alley.

A few lanterns, three to five wine orders, a snowy night sitting around, red small fire.

"Ah …" Missing the moon hang the tree, missed the first quiet. Sometimes you see lonely people alone, ethereal lonely Hong Ying. He woke up with a start and turned his head back. "If you pick the cold branches and refuse to live on them, then the lonely sandbar will be cold …" Was it a scholar who had studied hard or a poor scholar? Was it the loneliness of the brothel or the restraint of a foreign land?

The Southern Kingdom was always so desirable.

Who would stay at night and return home on the night of the Humble Class blizzard?

Who was he supposed to go to? Don't leave the dew this night.

A figure quietly stood by the window, nervously watching everything that was happening outside. Closer, then closer. Torches filled the sky as the sky shook with shouts, battles, and the stench of blood …

The beautiful window paper was spotlessly white and had faint patterns on it. After exhaling a breath of hot air, it immediately became blurry. He stretched out his hand, tore the paper from the window and quietly stood by the window, looking at the scenery of the Southern Dynasty from upstairs.

It was the decoration of his dream. Who would his dream embellish?

In the blazing fire, the residents tightly shut their doors, not daring to make a sound. It was the first time for the elegant Lin An to make such a big move, and it was even more terrifying than when Golden Army s wreaked havoc.

It was an extremely strange and enchanting scenery. A man and woman were running in the snow. The man was like a hedgehog, like a scarecrow collecting arrow cluster. His great shining knife was covered with blood, the blade was broken, and he was the only one still standing upright, his running posture leaning slightly forward to protect the woman on his left; and the woman, red in the face and red in the clothes and red in the hair — like the red flowers of the night — was in fact black, but somehow he saw her as a startling red, like a plum in the winter.

Only the Southern Kingdom had such a gorgeous red plum.

Her hair had already completely scattered and fluttered in the wind and snow, like a certain kind of flirting witch, or like some kind of mysterious fairy on a high mountain. The back of her hand that was holding onto the lesser arch was completely red — —

It was as if they were trying to cater to the coming New Year's Eve. In the habits of Song people, they always liked to be big red, big purple, big red, big green, to be big red and big red. Just like their phoenix crown red gowns.

It was only then that he remembered that tomorrow would be the Song people's New Year's Eve. Zhao Deji was afraid that the execution would be unlucky on New Year's Eve, so he chose the 29th day of the third month. At this time, it was already past midnight. In fact, it was already New Year's Eve.

The delicate hands of the person who cooked the tea, the myriad of illusions, the flowers, birds, bugs, singing and dancing, were all extinguished by this blush. At this time, he suddenly thought of the elegance of a person, the elegance of a person frying tea in Fourth Prince Palace, the elegance of a person waving a willow branch above Salix.

His legs suddenly felt a little weak, even more soul-stirring than all the evil battles.

Wu Qimai stood by his side, his voice also trembling slightly. "I really didn't expect that Yue Pengju would actually escape … Fourth Prince, what should we do? "

Along the way, there were over a hundred of his elites and spies, like phantoms in the dark. They were planted in the heart of the Da Song and moved stupidly in the capillaries of the empire.

He was breathing hard and couldn't answer.

I don't know, he doesn't know. For a moment, he was so moved by that elegant redness that he forgot his own life, his own poison, was still in the woman's hands. He even forgot that if she died, he wouldn't be able to live. However, in this lifetime, she had done it time and time again. Why did that woman have to show mercy every time?