Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 288
She was wearing a red dress, which he personally selected for her. Every stitch and every thread was so delicate. It was Shu embroidery brought by Liu Lin, and it was the famous painting of hibiscus and a hundred birds.Because of the complexity of the pattern, a weaver can only make at most one such dress a year.Shu Brocade and Shu Embroidery are well-known all over the world, known as "promoting one and benefiting two".It is said that after the brocade is dyed, it will be soaked in the water of the Jinjiang River for three days and three nights from the day of white dew.After that, even for decades, the color is as new and will never change.

She was dressed in red, and she had slightly messy jet-black hair hanging down. The extreme contrast between red and black was already a strange and coquettish look.And her eyeballs were so bright, as if they were shining with an extremely dazzling brilliance.

He exclaimed in his heart, and at the same time he was very puzzled, why was he always so shocked by this woman?Especially at the most inappropriate times.

For example, this moment of life and death, for example, when Sou Shan Jian Hai was about to catch her.

At that time and place, transposition, life is really unpredictable.

How could he ever have imagined that his majestic fourth prince, the general of the Kingdom of Jin who commanded hundreds of thousands of soldiers, defeated Zong Han, Gu Shen and other veteran generals and won the victory in the treacherous court struggle? .

Time and destiny, the ancient Han people sincerely do not deceive me.

Naturally, he didn't say this, and still maintained his pride and dignity.Never open your mouth to ask for a word.

Hua Rong stared at his unpredictable eyes, but he looked at the waist knife hanging above his head.

This waist knife also has a long history. It was a reward from the old wolf lord and his father. It was a tribute from the King of Tartars. The shark skin scabbard is decorated with a rare gemstone. The blade is light and sharp. Cut iron like mud.He had no doubts about the lethality of this dagger. At this moment, even an ordinary person could kill him if he held it, let alone Hua Rong.

Hua Rong laughed again: "Jin Wushu, do you want to beg me?"

He was just curious: if he begged, would she forgive him?
Will it?

How many times have you ever thought that the two of them would face each other like this when they were not forced to?
He asked back, "I beg you, will you let me go?"

She said decisively, "Of course not."

He also smiled: "Then why should I beg you?"

There was a dull pain in her heart, if she begged herself, if she changed places, she begged herself, she would definitely let her go, definitely!As long as she said "I like you, Jin Wushu", he would let her go.Even if she didn't say anything, he would let her go.

However, this is different. The difference is that I like her, so I can't kill her; she doesn't like me, so I don't have any scruples.

He simply closed his eyes, and only casually covered the bleeding wound with his hands.After a while, he said lightly: "Time is so fast, tomorrow is New Year's Eve."

Hua Rong nodded: "Yes."

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve.

how long ago?Jingkang's catastrophe, Liujiasi's barracks, being captured by him, imprisoned, changed clothes, threatened by Zong Han, the pain of suicide... two people are destined to be in such a whirlpool, and they will always go against each other.

Either he kills himself, or he kills him.

It seems that there is no third way to go.

Jin Wushu was leaning against the big tree. At this time, his favorite Dongpo scarf had fallen somewhere, his bun was loose, his hair was slightly curly, disheveled, like a desperate wolf.His snow-white Confucian uniform has already changed color, with bloodstains and mud marks, one black and one yellow.

He sighed: "I really want to spend a New Year's Eve with you, and my son, the three of us together!"

Hua Rong remained silent.

He opened his eyes again, watching the big knife slowly fall from Hua Rong's hand, and stop on his face.

The smell of blood in the nose.

It was a mark cut by a knife.He is not a stunning beauty, so naturally he doesn't care about "disfigurement", but when the knife fell, his heart trembled.

The taste of failure, the taste of being slaughtered.

It turned out to be the case.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and with a push, he waited for an opportunity to escape, so stop continuing the cat-and-mouse game like this.In particular, he is the side of the mouse.Those who have not tasted the pain of this taste can never imagine it.

Hua Rong had been on guard for a long time and swung out a punch.He clutched his stomach tightly, curled up into a ball, with pain and humiliation on his face, suddenly hissed: "Hua Rong, you killed me!"

"Kill you? It's natural."

She smiled slightly and sighed: "Through the ages, the only one is death. Who really wants to die?"

Indeed, Jin Wushu didn't want to die either, if Hua Rong had committed suicide several times, but in his life-and-death experience, he only thought about how to survive to the maximum.Only by being alive, no matter whether it is rich and honor, or making contributions, can it be possible to realize it.Who wants to die?
A strange feeling suddenly floated in his heart, it was not her answer, but her smile.With that kind of gentle and charming smile, I have known her for several years, how can a person like her really want to kill herself?

Even if he was going to die, how could he be willing to die in the hands of his favorite woman?
He suddenly straightened up and hissed: "Hua Rong, anyone in this world can kill me, but you are not allowed to kill me!"

"why?"

"Because I like you! I never really wanted to kill you!"

Like, what is like?
There was a sneering smile on the corner of her mouth: "Tie me to see you flirting with all the old and new friends, you just like me? Fourth Prince, your liking is so special. Hehe, it turns out that all the people in your Dajin have a crush on me from the Song Kingdom? Is it possible that Degong is your favorite? Hehe..."

She is also called Hunde Gong, and she is definitely not the polite and respectful "Superior Official"—Song Huizong. A courtier's obedience.

"And Wang Junhua. You even like such a woman. Jin Wushu, why do you say you like me so brazenly?"

She took a slight step back, as if his "like" was something filthy.

Jin Wushu's face was reddish, and he said angrily: "I don't like Wang Junhua! I even promised you that after the matter is completed, I will hand her over to you at your disposal. This time, I did torture you, that's right. But, I I never wanted to kill you! Never! When the fire was burning, I only thought of saving you, not other women..." He stretched out his hand, and suddenly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a large piece of flesh that was almost burnt, as well as the sleeves. Big and small black holes in the sky: "Hua Rong, when I was saving you, I was hit by a burning falling object... At that time, I don't know why, as soon as the fire started, I thought you were in the house , these days of hunger strike, I must be powerless to escape...Hua Rong, I'm afraid you'll be burned to death...I'm afraid you'll be burned to death..."

Hua Rong turned his head away and didn't make a sound.

His voice was so angry: "Hua Rong, I don't believe that you really want to kill me!"

She turned her head slowly.When she smiled, there were always a few small white teeth faintly visible, neat and clear, her eyelashes fluttered, as if she heard a great joke: "Oh, fourth prince, you are right, I really don't want to kill you."

His eyes lit up slowly, not just the joy of escaping, but the joy of being recognized and affirmed.It's like a communication of mind.For a while, when she was on an envoy to the Kingdom of Jin, the two of them were so friendly, the tea she made, her smile at the Willow Shooting Festival, her sorrow after being injured... But why did they come to this point?
Get, the magic barrier that I want too much.

I couldn't cross it, so the devil lurking in my heart jumped out.

When it overcame even the heart, everything became so brutal, in the ugliest form.

Hua Rong suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his voice was so sweet: "But, if I let you go, will you let me and Pengju go?"

"Yue Pengju" seemed to be an all-pervasive gas, when he forgot a little bit, she mentioned it again.He suddenly became angry, as if waking up from a dream in his heart.

After all, she is the enemy's wife.She is the wife of her natural nemesis.

She stared at him, suddenly having a whim, and her tone was gentle: "Fourth prince, you swear! As long as you swear that you will never offend Da Song again, never become an enemy of Pengju, and never pester me again, I will let you go!" "

"..."

Another bird flew across the forest, fluttering its wings, shaking many drops of water, falling drop by drop.At this time, Jin Wushu's hair was already drenched, he opened his mouth, word by word: "Hua Rong, have you ever liked me? Even just a little..."

Because of the sentence "Golden Wushu, I like you" in the dark night of the mountain road; because of the ethereal waiting after dusk for the appointment, and because of her mercy several times, he always thought that she at least liked him a little bit. .

"..."

"Hua Rong, tell me! Did you even like me a little bit?"

Hua Rong pondered for a while before slowly saying: "At least for a while, I was very grateful to you. From the golden camp of the Liu Family Temple, you pretended to be drunk and let me leave, and from the envoy to the Kingdom of Jin, you protected me. I am very grateful." ...So, when I can kill you, I will try my best to be merciful...Do you still remember the battle at sea?"

Remember, there are still scars on the shoulder.She and Yue Peng raised the arrow, such a clear memory.

He couldn't help rubbing his hands on his shoulders, and suddenly realized that she was also showing mercy that time.In such a shooting range, if she hadn't been merciful, how could she have escaped with her arrow technique?

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he was extremely excited: "Hua Rong, Hua Rong..."

She shook her head, eyes darkened.

Even so, so what?
He and the Qin Hui he placed, every move of the chess piece, is doomed to hostile behavior in this life.

Jin Wushu's voice was very sincere: "Hua Rong, there is another purpose for me to take you away. It is to let you live, not die! You should be clear that if you stay in Song Dynasty, you will definitely die."

She smiled faintly: "You mean Qin Hui?"

"Yes, it's the turn of political conspiracy. You are not his opponent at all."

"!!!"

"In addition to Zhao Deji. These years, I have seen through the Nine Kings. He doesn't dare to let go of a fight."

Hua Rong's voice was eager and full of anticipation: "As long as you make an oath, I will definitely let you go."

I don't know what the reason is, I hate it so much, but at this moment, I just can't get rid of it.Perhaps it was the shelter of the Liu Family Temple Golden Camp?Or is it a look at the envoy to the Kingdom of Jin?Or maybe it was his rescue at the moment when the fire started?
(End of this chapter)