C141 Her Majesty is pregnant

The sun was setting in the distance.

It was the middle of spring in the middle of the white mountains, and the grass was already covered with green, fluffy rugs, which covered a vast expanse of black land, interspersed with many unknown trees. A grassy path divided the prairie in half, and cattle and sheep, occasional shepherds, and silent mountains rested in the spring sun. The sky was blue and the drifting clouds looked like lines of white like pearls. In the distance, there was a faint mountain. The snow hadn't been cut down yet because of the arrival of spring, but across from it was a small river. After the ice had been thawed, the water turned ink black due to the surrounding grass and green.

Hua Rong reined her horse, and tightly dressed in the clothes on her body. Standing alone in this kind of white mountain and black water, it was so spacious, and was completely different from the scenery in the Central Plains. This place was in the north of Yan Jing City, it was no longer a camp for the herdsmen. It had been reinforced with mud and trees, turning into half a house.

He withdrew his gaze. In front of him was a road that led to the tent. On the way, there were a few children picking up cow dung s for burning.

Hua Rong stopped under a willow tree where the treetops were cut off. It stood still, the afterglow of the sunset shining on it. A breeze was blowing, and it was cold. She looked towards the sound of the wind, tied up the horse in the woods in front of her, and then, slowly, like a local, came out.

From afar, the sound of bells rang out. It was a carriage speeding over.

These simple horse carriages were very different from those used in the Central Plains. They were mainly used to transport goods and materials, and many of the herdsmen had them. The one driving the carriage was a forty to fifty year old true female male.

Hua Rong turned to the side, and just as the carriage was about to pass by, a curtain was suddenly lifted — Because this peach-colored curtain had a hint of the southern aura, Hua Rong could not help but take a few more glances. First, a hand stretched out, and then, a haggard woman's face, wearing a thick mink fur jacket, had her hair tied up in a ponytail.

Hua Rong's heart skipped a beat. It was actually the Wei Xian Fei — — The current empress dowager, the biological mother of the current Da Song's Son of Heaven.

She held her breath, not wanting to cry out, and followed.

In the twilight, he saw the carriage stop in front of a tent house.

Zha He did not lie, this was the place where he brought Hua Rong before.

The empress dowager had married a retired female true centurion!

Then, the curtain was lifted, and the woman slowly descended from the carriage. Her movements were somewhat difficult.

At this moment, the sunlight shone onto her black mink coat, causing her face to appear somewhat flustered.

But Hua Rong was so shocked by this one moment of shock that she had completely lost her mind.

This woman had a big belly and looked like she was wearing six armors!

Her Majesty was pregnant, and appeared to be at least six months pregnant.

She was shocked.

At this time, the man shouted something. The woman took the basket of cow dung from his hands and entered the house. In the distance, she watched as the woman's figure completely disappeared. She didn't dare to go forward, nor did she dare to leave.

She stood in a daze, thinking about her haggard face and the numbness in her legs.

How could she not disappoint her trust and cover up the history of the empress dowager's humiliation in the Jinguo?

Could this cover it up?

Putting all these aside, how could the empress dowager escape with a pregnant woman when she was pregnant?

Moreover, what kind of face would a pregnant empress dowager have to return to the Da Song?

She looked blankly up at the foreign sky. God was not kind enough to place such a terrible chain on a woman — evidence of the humiliation of irresistible iron.

The sins of men were always carried by innocent women and children in the end.

What an evil war!

Hua Rong only felt his heart trembling, her blood flowing — she simply did not know how to face it!

He also didn't know how he would be able to complete his mission this time.

She found she could not even find a chance to see the Empress Mother.

He couldn't do it today, so he had to find another opportunity.

Hua Rong rode on her horse and slowly headed back.

The willow trees on the way had sprouted new sprouts. Under the twilight, it was hard to tell whether it was the south or the north of the city.

Above him was a blue ocean. There were no traces of clouds, and the moon was rising without any obstructions. It was a full moon. It rose first from behind the white hills, rising higher and higher over them, and its eyes seemed always to look up, eager to reach deeper and farther, to the top of the sky as black as midnight.

A few sparse stars adorned its side, looking so lonely.

Ahead, a gust of wind blew, carrying with it a desolation characteristic of the night — though the night was like water, and as bright as day.

On both sides of the road were unknown wildflowers, also appearing at the end of spring. They emitted a strange fragrance, faint and faint, which matched Hu Jia's interest.

This Hu Huo was also very strange, as if he had heard it before. In a moment, it turned into a different kind of sound, a kind of modified song from the Southern Dynasties, mixed with Hu Li, sometimes graceful, sometimes vigorous.

Purple Spring Palace, Smoke Locking,

He wanted Wu City as his home.

The Imperial Jade Seal had no fate,

The sails should go to the ends of the earth.

Now there is no firefly on the rotting grass,

There are twilight crows among the ancient poplar trees.

If we meet beneath the ground,

Should he ask about the Courtyard Flowers again?

Who would play such a tune in this world?

Empress Chen and Song Kingdom were both dead, but how could the words "should I ask again?" be enough to wipe out the war between the two countries? Of course the unconscious king deserved to die, but wasn't the Huaiyang's fearsome massacre as despicable and cruel as the unconscious king?

Could it be that because of the shamelessness and shamelessness of the Song Kingdom's subjects, the foreign races could willfully kill the innocent people of Song Kingdom?

What exactly did the person playing the song want to say?

The tune changed again. If it was said that it had been vigorous before, then this time it had become completely intertwined with each other. It was a song, "Clear and Plain".

The spring breeze continued. The Willow. He rubbed until the goose was yellow. The weather was clear. Last year, at the Purple Sun Martial School. Today was the day of the Rain Soul Cloud. A life of bleakness, and a few evenings.

At such a moment, such a person, such a tune! Hua Rong suddenly felt a great unease in her heart, as though the person's words were all just for him to hear.

She crossed her legs and was about to leave when she suddenly heard a voice.

"Hua Rong!"

She reined her horse. Since her identity had been discovered, she wasn't in a hurry to flee. Instead, she stood firmly in place.

The moonlight poured over this foreign land, trickling down from the old trees and new vines in front of them, filling the land with a kind of bright sadness.

In his line of sight, a person slowly walked out from behind a big tree, holding a Hu Huo.

Him!

He was dressed in the attire of a Golden Man, but it was not like the lower level Golden Man who were bare-chested. Instead, he was wearing a tight beard and had a head of perverted black hair that was tied into a ponytail, giving people a rough and unruly feeling.

The air instantly became silent.

He looked at the lady on the horse in front of him. She was also dressed like a Golden Man, the man's attire was cold, wearing a thick jacket and a large hat. Under the moonlight, one could even see the jaundice on her face.

However, he was able to discern with a single glance that it was her!

Disguise can only confuse unfamiliar people. How could he not recognize her when they were face to face?

He held Hu Li and stared at her, not knowing what to say.

Even if there were thousands of words in his heart, he would have forgotten them all.

The tongue seemed to have lost its function as a language.

Hua Rong swung her whip again, and he suddenly took a step forward, stood in front of her, and blocked her way.

"Hua Rong!"

She lightly said: "Jin Wushu, you …"

He interrupted her, anxious, full of resentment and grievance: "You shot me! You personally shot an arrow at me! You want to kill me? "

She was stunned as she did not expect that the first sentence they would say to each other would be like this.

His tone was full of grievance. He had been on the battlefield for so many years, and injuries were commonplace, but being shot or injured by an enemy was different. It was absolutely different.

"I never thought that you would actually make a move against me!"

She said lightly, "You were not polite when you ordered me to be killed!"

He hurriedly replied, "No! I just want to kill Zhao Deji! I never wanted to kill you! Even if I order you to be killed, you can't take revenge on me! "You can never kill me …"

"Why!"

"Because I like you!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he understood that all kinds of grudges were caused by the war.

If there was no war, like now, standing face to face --

Why did the hatred in his heart go away?

"Hua Rong, I really don't want to kill you. At that time, I was forced to … True... Do you hate me because of this? "

She shook her head.

"War!" We are enemies, you should kill me! "

"Not an enemy, Zhao Deji is the enemy! Yue Pengju was the enemy! "You're not …"

Yue Pengju was his enemy, how could he not be?

Even if it was an enemy, the King Qin would not kill him.

Even if Jin Wushu didn't want to kill him, he had to consider the big picture!

This was the difference between Jin Wushu and King Qin.

She didn't know why she would think of the King Qin at this moment, but she was at a loss and didn't say anything for a long time.

Jin Wushu glared at her under the moonlight, "Hua Rong, you're hating me! So you also hate me! "You hate my order to kill you …"

He was suddenly happy.

Having hatred was also a good thing, just like how he had been disappointed in the past.

She smiled and looked at his eager face and burning eyes in the moonlight.

He was no longer the elegant Young Noble from Liu Jia Temple who was dressed in Han clothing; his ponytail, big black eyes, and straight nose, and even had a rough face and wolf-like eyes!

It was like a wolf in the prairie, like a fierce tiger in the black waters of a white mountain!

I can eat prey!

How can the prey eat the hunter?

Hunters were always in control of their prey, but one day, he suddenly discovered that the order had been reversed. The regret and sadness in his heart could be imagined.

She did not say a word or distinguish between the two. This attitude made him even more panicked and anxious, as if he wanted to seize the initiative. He didn't know why he was gradually at a disadvantage in front of her.

Was it because of the arrow she had shot?

Was it because of Yue Pengju's overwhelming presence on the ocean?

The smell of the newly born splendour grass was all around them, and the stallion burdock stalks were swept tenaciously on the soles of their feet; they were so clear of the trouble caused by the bright moonlight that you could see her eyelashes drooping, and even the clear, jade-like capillaries on the back of her hand as she held the horse rein.

No matter how he dressed up, his eyes couldn't be disguised.

"Hua Rong, why did you come to the Jinguo?"

"…"

"You came here for the Empress Dowager Wei!"

"…"

"I really can't think of anything that would cause Zhao Deji to travel thousands of miles, other than the Empress Dowager Wei, to send you out as an envoy!"

"AHH!"

"Hehe, I was wrong. Actually, she's no longer the empress dowager. She's just the wife of our Eldest Gold, the retired Centurion …" His tone was full of ridicule, "Does Zhao Deji know that he wants to have a younger brother with Golden Man blood?"

Angry blood was flowing out of her body again, but her voice was still indifferent: "Jin Wushu, you're looking for me to talk about this?"

"Of course not!"

"Then what else do you want to say …"

"Meet you!" I want to see you! "

"Hua Rong!"

"Jin Wushu, it's too late. I'm going back now …"

"Where are you going?"

"Since you know the purpose of my mission, you should naturally know that I will return to the inn!"

"No, I can't go back."

"Why?"

"Once you go back, you will be captured by Zong Han!"

Before they left, she and Yue Pengju had been worried that the envoys from the Song Kingdom who had sent envoys to the Jinguo in the past few years would be apprehended, and that there would be many more generals that would pay gold for the envoys that had never fathered sheep.

It's not that easy, actually.

Jin Wushu's voice was so urgent, "Zong Han is about to take action, Yuwen Xuzhong will never be able to return to the Da Song. Furthermore, from what I see, he doesn't seem to be someone who can carry out all the rules …"

Hua Rong knew that he wasn't lying, this was also within her expectations, but she didn't expect it to come so soon.

For a moment, she was at a loss as to what to do. Should he take Her Majesty and flee immediately?

Jin Wushu saw that her gaze was shifting under the moonlight. Are you scared?

He opened his mouth: "If you don't want to fall into Zong Han's hands, there's only one way!"

"What method?"

"Marry me!"

She laughed and spoke each word, "I have long been married to Yue Pengju!"

He disapproved: "There are so many princesses and consorts in the Da Song who are married to the Jinguo, many of them are already married. This doesn't stop them from becoming the wives of the Golden Man, right?"

The re-wedded princess, the pregnant empress dowager!

The invader's triumphant tone!

Chastity and ethics were both restraints on ordinary citizens. In the victor's eyes, it was not worth it at all.

The blood rushed to Hua Rong's face once again. She raised his whip and pointed it at him angrily. "Jin Wushu, you really are despicable!"

He was stunned!