C151 He was willing …

She laughed: "Jin Wushu, have you not used up all the candles you stole?"

Jin Wushu moved the candlestick slightly, poured wine into two jade bowls, and said lightly: "Hua Rong, you are really not a likeable woman! "No, you're not only unlikeable, but you're also a nasty woman."

She sneered.

He went on: "Yes, that's it. It's a nuisance to laugh like that."

Hua Rong drank all the wine in the bowl before suddenly asking, "Grand Prince, what are your intentions in detaining this Lord Yuwen?"

When she spoke like this, it was more normal. Jin Wushu picked up the wine bowl, took a sip, and then put it down.

Hua Rong bellowed: What are you doing?

"I don't like the way you dress."

She was wearing the tight clothes worn by the Golden Man male. The yellow liquid on her face had not been completely washed away, and her skin was also yellow and dull. There was only a pair of eyes — bright and clear eyes.

She said angrily, "What do you care?"

"I'll tell you if you wash your face."

She drank another mouthful of wine without saying a word. Then, she put the bowl to the side and said in a low voice, "I'm tired. I'm going to rest."

Jin Wushu pulled her, took out a box from his robes and opened it.

The first thing that entered his vision was red.

It was completely different from the usual redness.

It was a resplendent red color. It was actually a lotus flower, lying inside the ice-covered box. It was so bright that it looked as if it had just been picked.

"This is the first Flos Lonicerae that bloomed in Jinguo. I brought it back from Shang Jing.

Hua Rong was simply speechless.

After a long while, she then laughed: "Jin Wushu, maybe you don't know, I have never been interested in any flowers or plants since the beginning."

"Hua Rong..."

"Call me Madame Yue! Even if I become a captive of the Jinguo like the Lord Yuwen, I will still be the envoy of the Da Song, the wife of the famous general of the Da Song, Yue Pengju! "

The sound of "Madame Yue" was like a poison which had angered him. He suddenly became angry as well as he swept the box on the table with his palm. The Flos Lonicerae flipped over and was pressed down by the ice cube in the box.

Hua Rong stood up and looked at him coldly.

He also stared at her angrily. At this time, his wild eyes had the fierceness and wildness of a wolf, a stark contrast to the Dongpo towel above his head.

Hate, eyeball painful, it turns out, when you fiercely hate a person, eyeball almost fall out of pain.

He smiled suddenly and held out his hand, blocking her way to the room.

"Hand it over …"

"What?"

"A present from you!"

Hua Rong thought of the two people she had ruthlessly smashed on the ground, "Su Dongpo" and "Wang Anshi," and felt that this person was moody and her behavior was bad, but she could only turn around and take out that case from her own luggage.

He took it, and happily patted the mud seal on "Su Dongpo", flipped open a page, and loudly said: "Hua Rong, which poem do you like Su Dongpo the most?"

Hua Rong was completely speechless. She had come to the Jinguo to negotiate, not to popularize the name of Great Scholar Su for cultural exchange.

He was even more excited, and his previous anger could no longer be seen. He waved his hand: "Come and read this book with me for a night, I'll tell you how to help your Empress Dowager Wei escape."

Hua Rong patiently sat down opposite of him.

It was already late in the night. The only sound that could be heard was the chirping of the insects outside the window, adding to the silence.

Jin Wushu closed the book and looked up only to see that she was already leaning against the broad back of the chair, his eyes closed as he fell into a deep sleep.

He touched the fire in front of him, made it a little brighter, and lay down on the wide carpet, resting his head on his hands.

The carpet below him was brought back from Da Song. It was originally a tribute from Persia to Da Song, or perhaps it was brought back from Persia by the Da Song's merchant ship.

The candles grew dimmer and dimmer, and they went out one by one, until at last the faint scent was gone.

Of the smokeless candles that he brought back from the Song Kingdom, only these eight were left. After rushing back tonight, he couldn't wait to bring them here and light them up, as if to commemorate some kind of emotion.

When the candle was burnt out, would the fragrance never be seen again?

In the darkness of the night, he could even hear her faint breathing, carrying with it the faint fragrance of wild roses.

It was better to not see each other.

After going through so many times, why did they always meet again at the most casual of times?

Can't even forget?

Not even an enemy?

After all, what was he to do now that they had reunited?

However, he could still face it.

Being able to face it was always a good thing.

His heart was filled with joy, as if he was at ease like the victor — — Mouse, mouse took the initiative to pay a visit to a cat, is that true?

He laughed. In the dark, he chuckled, as if he was enjoying a great happiness. However, this happiness was fleeting. It was too complicated, so he didn't know how to clearly describe it.

The ice had been melted and the ground had been burnt dry by the fire, but the scarlet flower was still intact. It was placed inside the box like a red sample, and slowly, when its juice and vitality had disappeared, it would be able to achieve an eternal life.

An eternity that would never rot!

He looked at the lady sitting on the chair opposite him. Everything was so quiet in the dark night, as if it was the first time he experienced peace. It was a far deeper intimacy than when he was in Liu Jia Temple.

He suddenly felt a little sad, but also happy. He rested his head on his arm and slowly fell asleep as well.

Hua Rong was startled awake and immediately stood up. Jin Wushu also woke up, the moment the maid opened the door, two men had already barged in. Zhang Xian said anxiously: "Madame Yue …."

When Zhang Xian and Liu Qi saw Jin Wushu and Hua Rong in the same room, and saw the two looking exhausted with their clothes on, and Zhang Xian, he heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Jin Wushu warily.

Hua Rong was overjoyed, and her heart finally relaxed.

Zhang Xian had something to say, but seeing that Jin Wushu was here, how could he continue?

Hua Rong opened her mouth first, and said calmly: "Jin Wushu, thank you."

Jin Wushu laughed mockingly, and said coldly, "Hua Rong, I once reminded you, when this prince heard the word 'Madame Yue' again, he would drive these two servants away …"

Zhang Xian was enraged, "Fourth Prince, the hatred of stealing my wife and killing my father, has always been a taboo to me! You, a dignified Fourth Prince, why do you covet the wives of others? "

Jin Wushu always boasted about being arrogant, but after his heart had been broken through by Zhang Xian, he realized that this Han Chinese clothes that he had changed into were to curry favor with Hua Rong. He blushed and said angrily: "You damned servant, who allowed you to talk so much?"

Zhang Xian remained neither humble nor arrogant, and said coldly: "I am not a servant, but rather, it is the season of the Da Song's envoys!"

Even being held is an envoy.

This shabby servant's tone of voice was also the same as Hua Rong's. Indeed, he was worthy of being her personal bodyguard.

Jin Wushu did not get angry and instead laughed, "Alright, alright, alright, this prince wants to see how you guys can be my envoys under the Grand Prince …"

When all was said and done, a person had no choice but to lower his head under the eaves. He had come here to negotiate, not to fight. Furthermore, if they really left this place, they were afraid that they would be captured by Zong Han. If he was captured by Zong Han, he would truly be seeking death. It was better to submit to Jin Wushu than to be humiliated by him.

Hua Rong secretly sighed, with a glance, Zhang Xian and the other man left.

Jin Wushu was still furious. Hua Rong looked at him and said warmly: "I still have a book with Sima Guang's handwriting, do you want it?"

Jin Wushu stared at her, he never expected her to say such a thing.

He wanted to laugh in his heart, but he suddenly became furious after thinking about it, "No, no! Hua Rong, you want to bribe me like you bought Zha He? You are just like this. You hate me to death, yet you bribe me! Hua Rong, how much did you give Zha He for him to work for you? "

"…"

His gaze turned sharp, and he remembered that smile on Zha He's face, that gaze that looked like a queen's. Anger surged in his heart: "Hua Rong, tell me, what do you want to use Zha He for? "You actually dare to use my Da Jin's man …"

Hua Rong was so agitated by his tone that she even forgot to "endure humiliation" and coldly said, "So what if I'm using him?"

He almost shrieked, "Vicious woman, you admit that you're using him?"

"Yeah, he was willing to do that. That's how it is, your man of gold, is willing to be used by me. "What are you going to do?"

He took a step forward and she stood motionless.

His hand almost touched her forehead: "Bad woman, I warn you, don't try to stir up trouble in my land of gold!"

"Is it bad? Is this considered bad? I used him, at least to return the money. What about you? You guys in Song Kingdom burn, kill, rob, rob everything … "

Jin Wushu panted heavily.

"Hua Rong, don't think that I don't know! You wish for Zha He to marry into the Empress Xing and not let this cowardly turtle, Zhao Deji, wear a green hat … "

Hua Rong laughed out loud.

Jin Wushu was stunned by her laughter, and could not help but ask: "What are you laughing at?"

She was laughing, but there was not the slightest bit of happiness in her laughter, her voice was ice-cold: "Jin Wushu, you should know! How many men would care about their humiliated wives? Do you still not know what kind of torture the Empress Xing suffered in the Jinguo? The son of the Da Song already had the Three Palaces and Six Houses, why would he still put her in her heart? Why did I save her? Was it because I pitied her and wanted her to suffer a little? Do you really think that she would have the chance to return to the Song Kingdom to become a queen? Which monarch do you think would be so sentimental? "

Jin Wushu was at a loss for words, unable to answer.

After a long while, he finally said with difficulty: "Then why did you ask Zha He to go and work hard for you?"

"He's willing!"

He was willing! Because he was willing!

It was just like how he himself had come here dressed in Han Chinese clothing just to make her happy and to be ridiculed by her imperial bodyguards.

He had never been so stingy in his life before. Why did he have to curry favor with this damnable woman? What's so great about her?

He was ashamed and angry as he shouted: "Han Er! The damned cunning Han Er! Hua Rong, you are as cunning as the other Han Er. "Come to my Da Jin's land and do this kind of thing as well. In the end, the person who murdered my Da Jin …"

Hua Rong was also angry: What did I plan to do to you?

"If you don't have anything to offer, then be a thief or a scoundrel!"

Hua Rong was so angry that she couldn't say a word. Jin Wushu saw her blushing red face, long eyelashes hanging in front of his eyes.

She was angry, she was exasperated by her own scolding.

She felt very pleased with herself. She didn't know why she felt so happy when she saw her angry.

It didn't matter if he hated it or was angry. After all, only by being this alive could he feel that it was real.

He laughed and walked away.

As he walked to the door, he did not forget to loudly add, "Those two damned servants of yours, even this prince wants to kick them out so that they can be captured by the Grand Prince. Whether they live or die has nothing to do with this prince. However, Empress Xing, I don't care if you save me or not. "