Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 401 The Emperor's Jealousy
The number one star of the empire, so a man.

The first king of the empire, then impotent.

In front of him, his own humbleness can be seen at a glance.Even, his wife was seriously injured and infertile, and she was able to give birth to a son; but himself, he had no heirs.

Even the emperor can only be jealous.

Therefore, he likes Qin Hui, Qin Hui who has the same illness as himself.

Jealousy, jealousy like a biting snake - damn it, damn Yue Pengju, damn Hua Rong.

Men in this world can only be more impotent than themselves; women in this world can only be more obsequious than Wang Junhua.Yue Pengju, Hua Rong, they should all be damned.

When a sharp arrow came, Yue Pengju waved his handcuffs, and swept down more than a dozen clusters of arrows. Hua Rong was behind him, struggling left and right. "Sister Seventeen, go to the left..." Zhao Deji heard Yue Pengju's low voice so clearly, full of majesty and strength.At this time, with thousands of troops and horses under the ground, he is still fearless.

"Pengju...Pengju..."

In a trance, it was Hua Rong holding his son's smiling face and plump body, such a woman did not belong to him.I was ready to let her go, but she wanted to follow Yue Pengju even to death!If so, let her die!What the emperor can't get, other lowly people, let alone get it!At this time, the last trace of kindness and righteousness towards Hua Rong disappeared in his heart. With a wave of his hand, he gritted his teeth and said, "Both of them will be killed on the spot...one will not be left..."

"Kill on the spot!"

"Not a single one!"

This order was passed on through Qin Hui, through Wan Qiyu, and through the commander of the guards of the Imperial Forest Army.Over the entire Dali Temple Prison, there was a ferocious transmission echoing, and the sound shook the sky:
Kill on the spot!

Not one left!
At this moment, there was another loud bang, and the sky above the entire Dali Prison was raging with flames.Zhao Deji, Qin Hui, and Wan Qi were shocked, and immediately realized that there must be other people besides Yue Pengju and his wife.

Zhao Deji gritted his teeth: "Be sure to wipe out all the rebels." As soon as he finished speaking, he fled away surrounded by many guards.

Qin Hui chewed on his cheeks. Hundreds of his personal guards had already arrived, and he was very calm and triumphant: "Today, I will take this opportunity to wipe out Yue Pengju's party."

Yue Pengju pulled his wife and rushed out of the north gate. The front was pitch black and two roads diverged.

Hua Rong was flustered, and her footsteps swayed, and the sound of chasing and killing came from her ears, and the flames soared into the sky in front of her.Zhang Jun personally led the army. He was repeatedly defeated on the battlefield and fled when encountering the enemy. Now, for the first time, Fang felt the thrill of "command with certainty" and victory in his hands: "Yue Peng is here, kill! Kill! Kill!"

Yue Pengju stretched out his elbow to protect his wife: "Sister Seventeen, go the wrong way."

Hua Rong agreed, and in the approaching firelight, she saw seven or eight sharp arrows pierced into her husband's body.She could hardly stand still, and shouted, "Pengju..."

"It's okay, it's okay, let's go..."

She stretched out her hand to grab her husband, but was pushed by Yue Pengju's outstretched hands, and the sharp arrow behind her shot like a dark cloud, wiping the whistling wind in her ears.The city gate of Lin'an was no longer as large as Kaifeng, but it was still tightly closed. The soldiers guarding the city in the southeast, northwest and north were making a noise. They had just received an order to arrest fugitives behind closed doors.

In the dark night, I don't know where to go ahead.The wife ran fast in front, like a swift deer.Yue Pengju also ran, completely tireless, unaware of pain, and unaware of how many arrows he had been shot in.The blood all over his body was condensed on his hands, and he longed for a miracle in despair, to get rid of it, break away from it, wave his spear, and kill it upside down.

Behind him, the sound of arrows falling to the ground can be heard so clearly. The elite cavalry killers of the Song Dynasty were not used on the battlefield against Jin. The invincible Kidnapper is still powerful.

The empire has never had a strong combat power, foreign war layman, civil war expert.

On the vest, heat gushed out, but he couldn't feel it. There seemed to be endless blood in his body, which would never end and drip endlessly. In all his consciousness, there was still the figure of his wife in front of him——in the dark night, his wife The figure of her is becoming clearer and clearer, like a desperate, poor deer, but also so graceful and moving, as if I met her for the first time on the island, as if I met her again in Zhongjiazhuang.

At that time, the flowers bloomed.

"Sister, is this my name? Ah, it's so pretty... Yue-peng-ju..."

"Pengju, are you so tall? Hehe, why did you think of going back to Zhongjiazhuang to see me this time?"

"Pengju, if you don't leave, stay with me tonight, okay? During the days when I fled from the Golden Camp, I was scared every day..."

"Pengju, when I was young, my parents always called me Sister Seventeen, and you also call me Sister Seventeen..."

"Sister...my eyes hurt so much...Sister Seventeen, let's not be awkward. I was the one who was wrong before. From now on, we have to live a good life without any unpleasantness, okay?"

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

…………

In her most beautiful years, in her best years, the two met, neither earlier nor later, everything was just right.

Countless cold arrows, knives and guns came, but he only saw the ones aimed at his wife, not himself.The wife tried her best, like a deer caught in a trap, waving the weapon in her hand for the final resistance.He held up the shackles and twirled them in vain, but he couldn't find a way out.

Hate, heroes are useless.

"Ah..." was the scream of his wife, and a gun pointed at her calf.She limped, like a sika deer with a broken foot, and the hunters were struggling to kill her beautiful antlers.

The bracelet in his arms hit the atrium hard, thud, thud, like a wife's hand gently touching his chest, tenderness like water, sweet like a flower blooming, all the smell of blood at the end of his nose turned into the fragrance of honey juice...

He couldn't help shouting: "Ah, sister Seventeen..."

With this force, the shackles that had been cut by the dagger suddenly broke, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he embraced his wife in his arms, and an arrow cluster that had been rubbing against Hua Rong's shoulder slantedly shot at his arm.

At this moment, Hua Rong was so full of joy that she couldn't even see the wound on her husband's body. He laughed loudly, grabbed his hand, and ran desperately. Her husband broke free from the shackles and was saved!

become free! ! !
The wind whizzed past the ears, and the snow became more and more dense. When it fell on the hands of the two, it was melted immediately by the heat, and the dripping water turned into ice.

In the dark ambush, countless large knives slashed over, their bodies, legs, feet, and heads... Hua Rong staggered and struggled, and cut down the right shoulder with a knife, a burst of scorching heat, gurgling blood covered her body The small bow and the colorful feathers all turned bright red in the approaching firelight.

Yue Pengju picked up a big knife from the pile of corpses, split open the enemies who came up seven or eight times, and hugged his wife's precarious body fiercely. In the firelight, his wife's whole body was dyed red, and her face was red—like a flower suddenly blooming in the night. a flower.

He screamed heartbreakingly: "Sister Seventeen..."

She suddenly laughed, her spirits perked up, she stood firm, and maintained a great sense of clarity: "Pengju, charge to the right..."

Yue Pengju almost picked her up, jumped up slowly, stepped on seven or eight large swords, and swept up into the air, his body in his arms was so heavy.

There is a small alley ahead.

A few lanterns, three or five wine orders, sitting around on a snowy night, and a small red clay fire.

"Yeah... the lack of the moon hangs on the sparse trees, and the first silence of the people is broken. Sometimes you see lonely people coming and going, ethereal and lonely shadows. When you start up, you turn around, and there is no one to regret. Pick all the cold branches and refuse to live. The lonely sandbank is cold. ..." Is it a hard-working scholar or a down-and-out scholar?Is it the loneliness of a brothel or a wanderer in a foreign land?

The Southland is always so exciting.

On a snowy night in a poor family, who stays home at night?
Who will the lingering fragrance go with?Farewell to the wind and dew tonight.

A figure stood quietly by the window, nervously watching every move outside.Get closer, get closer.The torches all over the sky, the shouting, fighting, bloody...

The beautiful window paper is pure white, with faint patterns, which are immediately blurred with a breath of hot air.He stretched out his hand, tore off the window paper, and stood quietly by the window, watching the scenery of the southern dynasty from upstairs——

It was the decoration in my dream.Who will embellish your dream?
The flames soared into the sky, and the residents closed their doors tightly, daring not to make a sound.This is the first time that the elegant Lin'an has made such a big move, and it is even more terrifying than the Jin army's Huaiyang rampage.

It was an extremely strange and enchanting scenery.A man and a woman running on a snowy night, the man is already like a hedgehog, like a straw man collecting arrow clusters.His gleaming broadsword was covered with blood, and the edge of the blade had already been notched. Only his body was still standing upright, and his running posture leaned slightly forward, protecting the woman on his left; the woman's face was red, and her clothes were She is red, and her hair is also red—like a red flower in the night—in fact, she is black all over, but for some reason he sees it as a shocking red, like a red plum that blooms early in the cold winter.

Only the southern country has such gorgeous red plums.

Her hair has been completely loose, fluttering in the wind and snow, like some kind of coquettish witch, or like some kind of mysterious fairy on a high mountain, the back of her hand holding a small bow is full of red——

It seems to be catering to the upcoming New Year's Eve.In the habits of Song people, they always like big red and big purple, big red and big green, in order to be prosperous.Like their phoenix coronets and Xiapei, Da Hong is happy to wear them.

He just remembered that tomorrow is the Song people's New Year's Eve.Zhao Deji was afraid that the execution on New Year's Eve would be inauspicious, so he chose the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.At this time, midnight has passed, in fact, it has entered the New Year's Eve.

With slender hands, the wonderful person who cooks tea, all kinds of illusions, flowers, birds, insects, fish, singing and dancing, are all wiped out by this touch of red - at this moment, he thinks of Fengya, the elegance of the moment when the tea is fried in the Fourth Prince's Mansion, held at the Sheliu Festival The willow branches are waving gracefully.

His legs suddenly became weak, which was more thrilling than all the vicious battles.

Wu Qimai stood beside him, his voice trembling slightly: "I never expected that Yue Pengju would escape from prison... Fourth Prince, what should we do?"

Along the way, there are hundreds of his elites and eyeliners, like phantoms in the dark, planted in the heart of the capital of Song Dynasty, swaying in the capillaries of the empire.

He was short of breath and couldn't answer.

Don't know, he doesn't know either.For a moment, he was so stimulated by the elegant red that he forgot that his own life and poison were still in the hands of that woman.He even forgot that if she died, he would not be able to live.But, in this life, over and over again, when it was time to kill her, why did that woman show mercy every time?
(End of this chapter)