Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 660 Is it you?
However, the man in black seemed to have accurately calculated his escape direction, rode his horse, changed positions, and everything was done in one go, even before the people behind him moved, he had already taken a step ahead and intercepted him at Jinwu. in front of the surgery.

It was a desperate fight, Fang Tian painted a halberd to meet the spear.

A burst of sparks splashed, bursting in the already darkened sky like ink.

The mount screamed, fell down, and burst its brains.

That's a heavy-handed approach.

Jin Wushu's body almost fell to the ground along with the horse's head.

It was so heavy that the bones all over his body were almost broken.But he got up, with the agility that a middle-aged person shouldn't have, he got up quickly, holding the last life-saving Fang Tian's painting halberd in his hand, and hissed: "Who are you?"

No one answered.

A black cloud loomed over the top.

It was obvious that the two were opposing each other, but it seemed as if they were being stepped on, stepped on heavily.

"You... who are you? What kind of resentment does this crown prince have with you?"

There was a burst of laughter, low and hoarse.

Jin Wushu was about to roar, at least, this demon should speak——from the sound, at least it can be judged.However, that person never spoke.Nothing but a hoarse laugh.

He hissed: "You little villain who hides his head and shows his face, if you have the guts, take off your shameful ghost mask and compete with the prince for a while!"

This time, there was no laughter at all, but Jin Wushu clearly saw him laughing, so disdainful, and silently said: "A real knife, a real gun?"Fourth prince, are you worthy?Your hands are shaking!

Jin Wushu's hands trembled even more.

"Is it you who burned Song's food and grass?"

"!!!"

"Is it you who rescued King Qin?"

"!!!"

Every time he asked a question, the tassel of the other party's spear moved, which was a wordless answer: it's me!It's me, yes, it's all me!

So what?
Jin Wushu hissed, wanting to find an answer, urgently: "Why did you help King Qin?"

No one answered, it seems that this question does not need to be answered.

"Are you helping King Qin or Hua Rong?"

Still no one answered.In fact, he didn't even answer a single question, but it gave the impression that he answered some questions selectively and rejected some questions.

silence.

Only Jin Wushu panted heavily.

The man on the horse was calm, just holding the spear, with strangely tangled joints, under the mask, no one knew what his face was or what kind of mood he was in.It was as if pain, a huge nightmare, also condensed in the dark night along with the cold wind.

All pain is condensed, including all doors.

No blood, no flesh, no door!

"Fourth prince, are you still thinking of competing in the Central Plains?"

Unexpectedly, he opened his mouth!Jin Wushu was startled, but couldn't tell who the voice was!
No, I am not familiar with this voice.He breathed a sigh of relief, but was disappointed again, very disappointed——no!Is not it?All guesses, all overturned!

If not, why did Lu Tisha work hard for him?

The voice was slightly hoarse, not intentionally suppressed, as if it was born like this!It is purely Chinese.However, he couldn't remember at all when he heard this voice - he remembered people, especially some important people, he never forgot.

He retorted loudly: "Why can't this prince think about it? Zhao Deji is so incompetent! The Central Plains is the Central Plains of the people of the world, not just the Central Plains of the Han people! The ancestor of the Jurchen, the youngest son of the Yellow Emperor, was entrusted to the extremely cold place; China is like this, why can't the Jinren compete in the Central Plains?"

No one made a sound, and the man in black was silent.

"Also! Whether it's Jurchen or Han Chinese, it doesn't matter! Fourth prince, the important thing is, have you won the world?!"

There was only the sound of Jin Wushu's heavy panting.

The grievances and grievances of Hu Han are at the flick of a finger!

Yes, the important thing is, can you win the world?It is difficult for the Jin army to even enter the customs, so why compete in the Central Plains?

"The prince can't think of what kind of person a monk like Lu Tisha would work so hard for!"

He was bluntly probing!

"!!"

"As far as this prince knows, Lu Tiha only sacrificed his life for one person!" Jin Wushu suddenly raised his voice, pointing at him, "It's you, Yue Pengju!"

laughter!

Faint!
It has nothing to do with Yue Pengju in memory.

Since there is no objection, no approval, not even grief and indignation.

Jin Wushu was confused for a moment.

It is still a strong aura of confrontation.However, Jin Wushu couldn't tell who this person was, whether it was his strike or his voice!
The only thought is: to escape, to escape now!

He clenched Fang Tian's painting halberd again.

But the voice rang in my ears: "Fourth prince, you sent the illegitimate son of Queen Mother Wei, I should have spared you from death. However, if you become my prisoner at the border of the Jin army and Chen Bing, you say, What's going on?"

Jin Wushu tremblingly said: "How do you know?"

The voice was faint: "The people of Song Dynasty didn't know about the Jin army going south, but how could the people of Jin not know? How could such a big move really hide it? The only one who doesn't know is Zhao Deji!"

There is no one soldier around, except for a painted halberd, only a sick and weak body!

Jin Wushu's voice calmed down instead: "Who are you?"

The night was deep and dark, only the winter wind whizzed across the wilderness.

"I! I'm the one who wants to kill you!"

manor.

For several days, the weather was calm.

Everyone is recuperating, and everyone's mood is very calm. The shadow of war and the trauma of death seem to be slowly starting to go away.

Lu Wenlong practiced marksmanship by himself every day, and King Qin also taught him some saber techniques while he was free.

Even Hua Rong is calm. She walks with King Qin every day in the manor, rests, picks up the long-lost bow and arrow to practice, and even picks up the long-lost brush to write and draw at night.

The days were so peaceful, she didn't even mention Lu Tisha again and again.

However, no one knows the torment in her heart, the eagerness - she has been looking for it for a long time, and finally found him - knowing his whereabouts - no one will really calm down like this .

On this day, the little tiger head was finally delivered.

Subconsciously, this is a long journey, and I am afraid that I will never see my son again, so I always take him with me, good or bad, at least, to pay respects to his father.He is so old that he has never really seen his father's tomb.

Xiao Hutou suddenly saw all his relatives, embraced his mother and father and kissed fiercely, then chased Lu Wenlong, habitually wanting to play with his brother.

But was held back by Hua Rong.

There was a moment of trance, this child was growing fast, and his height was almost up to his chest. He had a childish face, big eyes, dark skin, and a fat little hand holding a big wooden knife. He was majestic, with one hand Akimbo: "Mom, do you think I'm handsome?"

Vaguely, another person stood in front of her: "Sister, I'm back..."

His mind was also in a trance, and he couldn't help hugging his son, tears streaming down his face.

Both Lu Wenlong and Xiao Hutou panicked: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

She woke up suddenly, and immediately wiped away her tears: "It's okay, it's okay, you go out and play..."

"Mom, what's the matter with you?"

"Go out and play, go to bed early at night, we will be on our way tomorrow morning."

The two had no choice but to go out.

Qin Dawang looked at her from the side, but didn't make a sound.

Candles are lit for the night.

The children went to bed after eating and drinking, and there were only two people left in the room. After washing and grooming, the tiredness of the day disappeared.

Hua Rong was sitting under the lamp, with paper and pens spread out, she suddenly had a whim, turned her head, and looked at King Qin, who was studying some military information and the arrangements after going on the road.

"Qin Shangcheng, come here quickly..."

He put down the sheepskin map and smiled all over his face: "Girl, what are you doing?"

"Look, does this look like you?"

It was sketched in light ink, three people, funny face, big head like a bucket, very ridiculous, but they can be recognized at a glance, it is father and son, with King Qin in the middle.

"Haha, girl, is this me?"

"Correct."

He took the drawing paper, looked at it carefully, and frowned: "I'm not so ugly, am I?"

She also laughed, and suddenly took his hand, and said in a low voice, "Qin Shangcheng, thank you!"

His heart was shocked, his smile dimmed, and his voice was a little flustered: "Girl...why...you want to thank me?"

She sighed: "In these years, if it weren't for you, Xiaohutou and I would have passed away in this world long ago. Qin Shangcheng, it was you who helped our mother and son..."

"Girl, why are you talking about this?"

"I just want to thank you. Before, I never thanked you..."

My heart is churning, do I need to be thankful now?

No no no, I don't need her thanks!Not at all.However, he couldn't say anything, turned his head away, and his eyes were wet.

She obviously noticed his subtle changes, held his hand tightly, buried her head on his chest, and laughed: "Qin Shangcheng, I went to see Brother Lu, just to know the details of that year, and I want to know the details of Pengju's death." The situation at that time, I just want Xiao Hutou to pay homage to his father! Besides, Big Brother Lu helped us so much, Big Brother Lu has been helping us all the time... that's all..."

He turned around suddenly and hugged her.

How could she not know that she was saying these reassuring words?
The burning heat surged up and down in his chest, it was a mixture of panic and emotion.Girl, she didn't have any second thoughts, she was just eager to know the whereabouts of something.

"Girl, you promise me..."

"you say!"

"No matter what happens in the future, don't leave me!"

She chuckled: "As long as you don't take a concubine, I won't leave."

Passion burning like a cracking chest, taking a concubine, how could I take a concubine?

It was a great joy, he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her horizontally.

The bed is in front of you, the curtain is down, and there is nothing but passion.

In the dark night, he accurately captured her red lips. It had been many days, and he had never been so wanton and affectionate.The two lips are stuck together, and they cannot be separated no matter what. The heat from each other almost destroys each other completely.

At the craziest moment, he almost hissed and asked, "Girl, do you like me?"

He stubbornly asked again, his voice increased slightly, but it was just right, right next to her ear, from the ear, floating into the bottom of her heart, circling back and forth at the bottom of her heart.

Do you like it or not?
Do you like it or not?
It's not about being unappreciative!But like it or not!

Do we still need to ask this question?
He didn't need to ask!
(End of this chapter)