Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 598 Opposition
The guards around him stopped moving. Jin Wushu pressed his waist, as if struck by lightning, he just subconsciously swung Fang Tian's painted halberd. Shasha... Seeing that Fang Tian's painting halberd was about to strike Hua Rong's chest, with this blow, even ten Hua Rongs would be completely destroyed...

A pear blossom spear picked up Fang Tian's painted halberd, the bravery of the young man was in stark contrast to his weakness.As soon as he exerted his strength, he was completely defeated by the pear blossom gun; then, as soon as the young man exerted his strength, he was furious, with the momentum of thunder, only to hear a heavy sound of falling to the ground, and his Fangtian painting halberd fell to the ground...

For a moment, there were only two pairs of eyes facing each other. His eyes were like a newborn calf; his eyes were like the setting sun.

The exhausted panting and the eagerness of the boy are all opposites.

After all, it is opposite.

Lu Wenlong picked up his spear, protected his mother by his side, and stabilized her precarious body. For a moment, he felt that he had grown up, and suddenly became a man standing on the top of the mountain, as long as the sky and the earth. Protect your mother.

My own mother, if I don't protect myself, who will protect it?

Hua Rong leaned against him, only to realize that this child was already taller than herself.Although his shoulders are still immature, he knows how to protect his mother.Leaning against him, the corner of her mouth was bleeding, she wanted to smile, but she couldn't, she was flustered, and even at this moment, she had forgotten to continue chasing and killing Jin Wushu, she just wanted to find King Qin, to find him.But, King Qin, where is he?Her eyes were dazzled, she couldn't see clearly, her throat was gurgling, and her whole body was in pain... Ah, King Qin, where is he?
Surrounded by a group of guards, Jin Wushu stood opposite with a little condescension.

The young man's pure eyes were full of anger, despair, disbelief, shock, and fear, like the end of the world... He stared at "Daddy" blankly, unable to believe his eyes, and asked after a while: "Daddy , you even want to kill my mother!"

Jin Wushu was panting heavily, unable to answer.He can't say a complete sentence now.

"Father, you said..."

It was Wu Qimai who answered him: "Because they robbed Dajin's tribute silver, which is our Dajin's tribute! Little prince, you are a Jurchen hero, and you are the little prince of our Dajin country. How can you fight with Song Zhu?" Complicity? Come quickly..."

Lu Wenlong subconsciously covered his ears: "No, that's not the case... Father, it's not the case..."

"He's not your daddy!" A sharp voice sounded like he was about to collapse in panic.Lu Wenlong looked at his mother in a blink of an eye, seeing the blood on her face, and his heart sank, like a huge hole, like a complete world, eaten by insects, and about to be shattered bit by bit...

"He's not your father, he's your big enemy!..."

Jin Wushu was stunned, he held Fang Tian's painting halberd and wanted to chop it down, but he was powerless from such a long distance, so he could only wave it in vain.It was like a prisoner who suddenly stood on the judgment stand, listening to the judgment of the doomsday, but unable to defend himself.

Wu Qimai panicked and reprimanded loudly: "Little Prince, don't listen to her nonsense..."

"you shut up!"

Lu Wenlong pointed at him with the tip of his gun horizontally, his eyes spewing fire.

"Lu Wenlong, listen! During the Jingkang catastrophe, Jin Wushu led the army to attack Chu'an Prefecture in the Song Dynasty. Your father Lu Deng was the governor of Chu'an Prefecture at that time. He was a great hero and led the army to resist. Later Because of the spy's report, Jin Wushu set up defenses in the city and broke through Chu'an Prefecture in one fell swoop. Your father Lu Deng, your mother Mrs. Lu, and nearly a hundred members of your Lu family all died because of Jin Wushu, the butcher villain. My child, you are not from the Jin Dynasty, you are from the Great Song Dynasty! Remember, Jin Wushu, he is a great sinner, a great villain. When he attacked the Great Song Dynasty, he slaughtered the whole city and your entire family. The Huaiyang massacre and the Zhuxian town massacre were all led by him personally. This villain has killed millions of people in our Song Dynasty..."

Her voice was rustling, but it was so clear and clear, word by word, without any slack: "My child, you are from the Song Dynasty! You are the son of Mr. and Mrs. Lu Deng, a martyr of the Song Dynasty. Your father died for the country, and your mother , Suicide and martyrdom! Even if Jin Wushu raises you, his heinous crimes cannot wash away the crimes he committed..."

There was silence in the field, and even the sporadic sounds of fighting stopped.Everyone was stunned by this huge secret.Wanyan Lu Wenlong, his surname is not Wanyan!

He is Lu Wenlong.

Little prince, he is not the son of the fourth prince!
He is the son of Lu Deng, the enemy general of the Song Dynasty.

"Jin Wushu is ruthless, and likes to be arty, hypocritical, in order to raise the enemy's son, and then attack the enemy's hometown... Son, look, how vicious he is..."

Lu Wenlong was trembling all over, and was about to cover his ears, but he didn't dare, couldn't, he just stared desperately——Daddy!
No, it's not Dad, it's the enemy.

The story he told, Lu Deng's shirt and token that he accidentally saw, even his slap - those ominous premonitions, those terrible omens, are all true.He is really Lu Deng's son!All my parents and relatives died at the hands of my most admired "father"!
Even if he doesn't care about the people in that city, even if he doesn't care about the distant relatives of the Lu family; even if he doesn't care about those family servants... But, he still has his own parents, his biological parents.

Even if it is the incomparable gift of nurturing, can it offset the lives of more than 100 people?That is my hatred for exterminating the genocide!What's more, this madman wants to kill even his mother today.

Originally, he didn't believe it, and kept repelling it, refusing it, subconsciously avoiding it, no, that is a father with great wisdom, courage, benevolence and righteousness, a father who is romantic, elegant, passionate and romantic, no matter what, he would never Will kill myself and my mother...to this day!
All these illusions were shattered.He would, he would even kill himself.

This was witnessed by Lu Wenlong with his own eyes. He witnessed how "father" commanded and murdered his mother in high spirits!Witnessed with his own eyes how his Fang Tian painted a halberd to slap his mother's chest at the last moment.

No pity, no mercy to kill the killer!
This terrible fact almost broke the boy.His hands were shaking, his feet were shaking, his whole body was shaking, and his spear was also shaking. He just kept protecting his mother, backing up, backing up again...

"Wenlong...son..."

He didn't know who was calling him, and he was in a trance.

The person in front, he is the fourth prince of the Jin Kingdom, the king of the Yue Kingdom, the Marshal of the capital, the supreme war madman, the murderous demon king—but, he is not his father!no.

At this moment, he didn't hate, and he didn't know what hatred was, but he was extremely afraid, not afraid of death, but afraid of the destruction of a world.That was the best and most youthful period of my youth, when I was worshiped by my youth, and my life experience as a teenager was completely destroyed.

What a terrible thing.

"Little prince, don't listen to her, she is crazy, that woman is already crazy..." It was Wu Qimai's panicked voice, he rushed forward, trying to grab Lu Wenlong.

"Stop!" Lu Wenlong yelled violently. He had just entered the voice-changing period, and the boy's voice was so deep and sharp that it sounded ridiculous.However, no one can laugh.

"Little prince, come here quickly, she is from the country of Song, she is lying..."

"Stop, don't come any further!" Lu Wenlong moved the spear and supported his mother's body with one hand.Holding the spear tightly with one hand, the tip of the spear was already pointing at Wu Qimai, his eyes were scattered and confused.

Wu Qimai stopped, not daring to chase after him.

The arena was eerily quiet, all eyes were on Jin Wushu.

He was also supported by two guards, and the wound was treated briefly. The pockets were completely spread out, revealing the clothes inside, and the braids were also messed up. The whole person showed a kind of lethargy.

He didn't care about the weird atmosphere around him, and he didn't even look at Lu Wenlong.Just look at that woman.After saying these words, she was already exhausted, only the hand holding the bow and arrow was haggard, showing blue veins, and stained with a lot of blood - blood and blue will also form a contrast.Up to now, she is still holding the weapon tightly, struggling to the death, fighting to the death.

But after all, it was at the end of her strength, she half-closed her eyes, and leaned slightly in Lu Wenlong's arms, so weak, like a child, like a child who was younger and more helpless than Lu Wenlong.The only thing she can rely on is a pair of young shoulders.

My mind slowly recovered a little sobriety, and my feet seemed to be pulled out of the crazy mud and abyss.However, it was a huge swamp, firmly attached to his body, unable to pull it out, unable to get out... Just as he moved, he was dragged back again.He thought, when did he start to fall into madness?And when did she start to fall into madness?The bits and pieces of the past, the inadvertent warmth, are they all fake?All fake?

Are you fake?Or is she fake?

He has never been able to define the relationship between the two, but he has always believed that it is a kind of kindness, as if they were destined to meet each other!
It turned out that he couldn't stand the test, and was beaten to nothing by this fight.Only hatred remains.

He turned his eyes and met his son's eyes - the son looked at him in surprise and at a loss.There is still no hatred, no hatred at all, just pain, the unbelievable pain that belongs to the unique pain of being overwhelmed by young people.

He didn't even know what happened, he even completely forgot what Hua Rong said just now, or he didn't hear it at all.

A large tear suddenly rolled out of Lu Wenlong's big eyes. He said hoarsely, "Why, why is this? Father, tell me, why is this?"

Jin Wushu was so shocked by this "Daddy" that his expression turned pale.He opened his mouth, it was so dry, like a sweet potato scorched by the sun, it was gray, without the slightest moisture, shriveled, and lost all the moving and pleasant elements.

"Father, why did you kill Mom? Why?"

He didn't ask himself why he wanted to kill his parents, but he was just entangled in the most painful reality.Those who have no memory can ignore it, but what about the dear ones who get along day and night?Why?
(End of this chapter)