Slave to Empress: One Night Bride: Volume 5

By Yue XieYingQing

If a woman wanted revenge, what other weapons could she use other than her body?When she met him, she was the daughter of a traitor who had been exterminated.When he met her, he was the king of the pirates;He pitied her, he doted on her, but in her eyes he was a demon that took over her body and freedom.There were two reasons for her survival: to kill the ruler of her people, and to kill the pirates who had tainted her life.And years later, when the Dwarf had been captured and the pirates were overpowering, this drifting feeling would rest in whose heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Funstory
• Release date: Nov 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9781647621469

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AFTERLIFE

CHAPTER 401 - REGAL JEALOUSY

The Empire's number one general, what a man.

The Empire's number one monarch, was so impotent.

In front of him, he could see his inferiority complex in a single glance. Even his wife was too weak to give birth to a son, yet he had lost his son.

Even if he was an emperor, he could only be jealous.

Therefore, he liked Qin Gui, the Qin Gui who shared the same fate as him.

Jealousy, jealousy was like a snake tearing its teeth apart — Damn it, damn it Yue Pengju, damn it!

The men of this world could only be more impotent than himself; the women of this world could only be more flattering than Wang Junhua. Yue Pengju, Hua Rong, they should all die.

When the sharp arrow shot over, Yue Pengju waved his hand and removed the shackles, sweeping away over a dozen arrow cluster s. Hua Rong behind him was in a tight spot. Sister Shi Qi, to the left... " Zhao Deji could clearly hear Yue Pengju's low voice, full of dignity and power. At this time, under the pressure of thousands of men and horses, he was still fearless.

Peng Ju... Peng Ju …"

In a trance, it was Hua Rong who held her son's smiling face. With her rich body, such a woman did not belong to her. She was already prepared to let her go, but she had followed Yue Pengju even if it meant her death! In that case, let her die! If an overlord couldn't get it, then the other despicable ones definitely couldn't! At this time, the last bit of kindness he had towards Hua Rong had completely disappeared. She waved her hand and gnashed her teeth, Both of you, kill them on the spot … Not a single one left …"

Kill them on the spot!

Leave no one alive!

This order was sent out one by one through Qin Gui, Moqi Wai, and the bodyguards and commanders of Yuelin Army. The entire sky above Jail Temple Prison was reverberating with the sound of the brutal voice, and the sound of that voice shook the clouds:

Just kill him!

Not a single one remained!

Just then, another series of loud noises resounded, the entire Jail Temple Prison was engulfed in blazing flames. Zhao Deji, Qin Gui and Moqi Wai were all shocked, and immediately realised that other than Yue Pengju and his wife, there must be other people who were supporting them.

Zhao Deji gnashed his teeth, We must catch all the traitors in one fell swoop. As soon as he finished speaking, he fled, surrounded by the guards.

Qin Gui chewed on his cheek, his hundred or so personal guards had already rushed over, he was extremely calm and proud: Today, I will take this opportunity to catch Yue Pengju one on one.

Yue Pengju pulled his wife and rushed out of the north gate. The road ahead was a complete mess, with two roads leading to a fork in the road.

Hua Rong was flustered and flustered. Her footsteps tilted as shsheheard the heaven shaking sounds of someone chasing after him. The flames that reached the sky were just in front of him. Zhang Jun personally led the army, and fought and lost many times on the battlefield, so when she met the enemy, he escaped. Now, for the first time, they felt the joy of being able to receive their victory: Yue Pengju is here, kill him! Kill! Kill!

Yue Pengju stuck out his elbow to protect his wife: Sister Shi Qi, take the left path.

Hua Rong replied. As the flames got closer, he saw that his husband already had seven or eight sharp arrow s stabbed into his body. She was almost unable to stand steadily as she shouted out hoarsely, Pengju …

It's nothing, it's nothing, let's go quickly …

She reached out to grab her husband, but was pushed back by Yue Pengju's shackled hands. The sharp arrow behind her shot over like a black cloud, rubbing the wind in her ears. Lin An's city gate was no longer the same size as the open seal, but it was still tightly shut. The soldiers guarding the city from east, south, west and north were in a commotion.

In the darkness of the night, the people in front of him didn't know where to go. His wife ran in front like a swift fawn. Yue Pengju also ran, he was not tired at all, he did not know pain, and did not know how many arrows he had actually taken. All the blood in his body had condensed on his hands. In his despair, he desired a miracle. He wanted to get rid of it, struggle free of it, and wield his spear to turn the world upside down.

Behind him, he could clearly hear the sound of arrows hitting the ground. The elite cavalry assassins of the Da Song were not used on the battle against Jin.

The Empire had never had such a powerful combat ability. It was an outsider, and an insider within the civil war.

His body felt like it was filled with endless blood, never ending, never letting go. In his consciousness, his wife's figure was still there – in the darkness, her figure became more and more distinct, like a pitiful fawn that had fled for its life. She was so beautiful and moving, as if he had just met her for the first time on the island.

At that time, the flower bloomed.

Elder sister, is this my name? Wow, so beautiful … Yue - peng - kowtow …"

Peng Ju, you're already so tall? Hur hur, why did you think of returning to the village to look for me this time?"

Pengju, you're not going. Accompany me tonight, okay? In the days since I escaped from Jinying, I have been very afraid every single day …

Pengju, when I was young, my mother in Abba called me Sister Shi Qi. You also called me Sister Shi Qi …

Elder sister … My eyes are hurting so much... Sister Shi Qi, don't make things difficult for us, it's all my fault, from now on, we have to live a good life, we can't have any more unpleasantness, okay?

Pengju, am I really pregnant? Are we really going to have children? Do you like boys or girls?

In her most beautiful years, in her best years, the two of them had met. There was neither early nor late. Everything was just right.

Countless cold arrows, blades and spears were flying towards him. He could only see those aimed at his wife, not his own body. His wife used all her strength, like a fawn who had fallen into a trap, she brandished the weapon in her hand and made her final resistance. He held the shackle in his hand and tried to spin it in vain, but he was still unable to do anything about it.

Hatred, a hero is useless.

Ah … With a sou sound, his wife let out a tragic cry as a spearpoint pierced her calf. She limped like a stag with one foot broken, and hunters were trying to cut off her beautiful antlers.

The bangle in his chest hit his heart. Gu dong, gu dong. Like a wife's hand gently caressing his chest, it was as gentle as water and as sweet as flowers, and the smell of blood all became the fragrance of honey …

He could not help but shout out, Ah, Sister Shi Qi …

With this use of strength, the shackles that had been chopped off by the dagger were suddenly severed. He extended his hand and grabbed his wife into his embrace.

At this moment, Hua Rong was filled with joy, she could not even see the wounds on her husband's body. Laughing loudly, she grabbed onto his hand and ran with all her might.

Free!

The wind blew past their ears, and the snow became denser and denser. It fell on their hands, but was instantly melted and turned into water.

Within the darkness of the ambush, countless large blades came slashing over. The bodies, legs, feet, heads of the two … Hua Rong staggered, barely able to take a step. A blade slashed from her right shoulder, causing hot blood to flow onto her lesser arch. All of the colorful feathers turned into a bright red color under the approaching firelight.

Yue Pengju picked up a large blade from the pile of corpses, hacking apart the surrounding enemies and fiercely hugging onto his wife's teetering body. Under the firelight, his wife's entire body was dyed red, and her face was completely red — — It was as if a flower suddenly bloomed at night.

He cried out in pain, Sister Shi Qi!

She suddenly started laughing. Her mind shook as she steadied her feet. She kept herself extremely clear-headed and said, Pengju, rush to the right …

Yue Pengju practically carried her as he leapt into the air, stepping on seven or eight large blades as he flew. The weight of the bodies in his arms was so heavy.

Ahead was a small alley.

A few lanterns, three to five wine orders, a snowy night sitting around, red small fire.

Ah … Missing the moon hang the tree, missed the first quiet. Sometimes you see lonely people alone, ethereal lonely Hong Ying. He woke up with a start and turned his head back. If you pick the cold branches and refuse to live on them, then the lonely sandbar will be cold … Was it a scholar who had studied hard or a poor scholar? Was it the loneliness of the brothel or the restraint of a foreign land?

The Southern Kingdom was always so desirable.

Who would stay at night and return home on the night of the Humble Class blizzard?

Who was he supposed to go to? Don't leave the dew this night.

A figure quietly stood by the window, nervously watching everything that was happening outside. Closer, then closer. Torches filled the sky as the sky shook with shouts, battles, and the stench of blood …

The beautiful window paper was spotlessly white and had faint patterns on it. After exhaling a breath of hot air, it immediately became blurry. He stretched out his hand, tore the paper from the window and quietly stood by the window, looking at the scenery of the Southern Dynasty from upstairs.

It was the decoration of his dream. Who would his dream embellish?

In the blazing fire, the residents tightly shut their doors, not daring to make a sound. It was the first time for the elegant Lin An to make such a big move, and it was even more terrifying than when Golden Army s wreaked havoc.

It was an extremely strange and enchanting scenery. A man and woman were running in the snow. The man was like a hedgehog, like a scarecrow collecting arrow cluster. His great shining knife was covered with blood, the blade was broken, and he was the only one still standing upright, his running posture leaning slightly forward to protect the woman on his left; and the woman, red in the face and red in the clothes and red in the hair — like the red flowers of the night — was in fact black, but somehow he saw her as a startling red, like a plum in the winter.

Only the Southern Kingdom had such a gorgeous red plum.

Her hair had already completely scattered and fluttered in the wind and snow, like a certain kind of flirting witch, or like some kind of mysterious fairy on a high mountain. The back of her hand that was holding onto the lesser arch was completely red — —

It was as if they were trying to cater to the coming New Year's Eve. In the habits of Song people, they always liked to be big red, big purple, big red, big green, to be big red and big red. Just like their phoenix crown red gowns.

It was only then that he remembered that tomorrow would be the Song people's New Year's Eve. Zhao Deji was afraid that the execution would be unlucky on New Year's Eve, so he chose the 29th day of the third month. At this time, it was already past midnight. In fact, it was already New Year's Eve.

The delicate hands of the person who cooked the tea, the myriad of illusions, the flowers, birds, bugs, singing and dancing, were all extinguished by this blush. At this time, he suddenly thought of the elegance of a person, the elegance of a person frying tea in Fourth Prince Palace, the elegance of a person waving a willow branch above Salix.

His legs suddenly felt a little weak, even more soul-stirring than all the evil battles.

Wu Qimai stood by his side, his voice also trembling slightly. I really didn't expect that Yue Pengju would actually escape … Fourth Prince, what should we do?

Along the way, there were over a hundred of his elites and spies, like phantoms in the dark. They were planted in the heart of the Da Song and moved stupidly in the capillaries of the empire.

He was breathing hard and couldn't answer.

I don't know, he doesn't know. For a moment, he was so moved by that elegant redness that he forgot his own life, his own poison, was still in the woman's hands. He even forgot that if she died, he wouldn't be able to live. However, in this lifetime, she had done it time and time again. Why did that woman have to show mercy every time?

CHAPTER 402 - KILL HIM

That was the reason why she died under Zhao Deji's hands, and died under Qin Gui's hands – Perhaps, she died under his own hands!

He clenched his fist — his right hand with the severed finger was lying in an ugly shape. It shouldn't be the image of an elegant young master.

Surrounding them, the Song soldiers that were rushing over like tidewater, were extremely vicious as they chased after their hero.

He suddenly laughed, feeling that this was ridiculous.

[Whose world is it under my rule?

Politics. This was cruel politics.

It was enough to destroy the gentle entanglement that had been growing on this land for a thousand years. It was a poem by Tang Shi.

As the earth-shattering battle cries rang out, Yue Pengju lost his calm and cried out in alarm, Sister Shi Qi, Sister Shi Qi … The person in his embrace seemed to be unable to even hold the bow and arrow. The modified bayonet was exposed sharply, like the tail of a carp.

Peng Ju... I'm fine... Nothing … Let's go, let's go quickly …"

Hua Rong leaned on her husband, the lesser arch in her hands were just like ornaments, only staring at the approaching enemy with wide eyes, waiting for them to get closer, so that they could get a little bit closer … A thin needle shot out, and with a miserable scream, the lesser arch released its final function, causing Hua Rong's hand to soften and tremble, almost unable to hold on anymore.

A cold glint flashed through the flame of the spear. It was like it had jumped out from a bath of fire, but it also seemed to have fallen from the sky. An angry shout was heard, Pengju, catch …

Hua Rong's body was swaying and she only had time to clearly see the black Soap Robe, the pitch black, bowl-thick Buddhist Staff.

Ah …

With a loud shout, everyone was forced to retreat. Tathagata also roared like a lion.

She was so grateful that she could only shout, Big Brother Lu … His voice, however, was weak, drowned in the flying snow and the firelight. She was afraid that Lu Da would be worried, so she never told him anything. Everyone involved would be implicated, Zhang Xian, Yu Peng … Even far away in Sichuan and Shaanxi, the total strangers dared to speak out for their scholars. With such a huge matter in hand, the world was in an uproar. The distance between the Donglin Temple and Northface City was not that far, so Lu Da naturally knew about it. He did not contact them, nor did he know what was the custom of the imperial court. He would only secretly rescue them in his own way if they were forced to die.

His hair and beard were all tied up, but he still had a kind expression on his face, like the angry eyes of a king in a temple.

The surrounding Song Jun didn't dare to continue walking forward for a moment as no one knew who she was.

Kill …

It was unknown who shouted first, but the arrowheads changed direction like locusts, shooting straight at the monk who had suddenly appeared. He was trapped in the middle of the group. He was swinging his staff so hard that even water couldn't splash in. Arrows fell to the ground, but some bounced back. The frontmost person cried out miserably and lost a dozen people.

An army of thousands came flooding in like a tide. Up ahead is the north gate, which is tightly shut. On top of the city wall, a row of crossbow archers are looking down from above, their bows filled with strings, ready for battle. The order to kill on the spot made it very easy for them. They only needed to shoot arrows and shoot again and again. Even an iron man would turn him into a hedgehog.

Hua Rong's voice was both excited and worried, It's Big Brother Lu … Big Brother Lu is here …

Lu Da shouted, full of energy: Pengju, quickly take Sis away... Fast... Walk to the west gate, the west gate …"

Yue Pengju's heart skipped a beat, he looked at the direction of Lu Da's staff from the corner of his eyes, then pulled his wife and ran towards the west.

Hurry, chase towards the west, hurry …

Lu Da suddenly waved his staff, and a path of blood actually emerged from the net of arrows.

Yue Pengju gasped for breath, turned his head and pulled Hua Rong away. He only had one thought left in his mind: In any case, he had to save her wife's life. Since Lu Da had reminded him, there must be someone else to support him. Who is it? Who else? No matter who it was, to be able to extend a helping hand in such a life or death situation, if he wanted to report it to them, he had no choice but to come back to life.

Quick, Yue Pengju has escaped …

Where did he run off to?

West?

South?

Quickly chase …

The newly ascended Song Jun chased after them, but the firing was not as intense. In the faint glow of the fire, the leader of the Yuelin Army, the commander, Xu Caizhi, sat on her horse and shouted, Quick, capture that monk Mang and his accomplices. Yue Pengju is heading west, quick... He shouted loudly, as if she did not notice the two people in the shadows.

He shouted in a serious manner, but his palms were full of cold sweat. Those two, perhaps, would still die in the end. Xu Caizhi and the two of them had known each other for many years. But his relationship with Yue Pengju was not really that close, especially in the past one to two years, where they had not been able to interact privately at all. As a result, he did not receive even the slightest bit of suspicion from Zhao Deji. Just like Zhang Yingying, he had served Zhao Deji for many years and did not dare to be disobedient in the slightest. Even though he clearly knew that Yue Pengju had been wronged, he did not dare to plead for him on his behalf. However, what he did not expect was that Zhao Deji actually killed Hua Rong! Even Hua Rong, who had risked her life many times for him, had unhesitatingly killed him! The sin cannot be compared to the sin of a family member", what a presumptuous reason, to announce the fact that did not deserve anything more than that. Even though he did not dare to show favouritism, he had no choice but to stir up Tianliang. He subconsciously wanted to drag things out for as long as possible.

It was precisely during this moment of delay that Yue Pengju had already pulled his wife and ran several tens of meters away, following the shadows of the city walls as he made his final struggle. Yue Pengju turned around, grabbed his wife and stepped onto the northern side of the road — passing through two alleys, and then the north gate again.

At this time, the main garrison troops and the pursuers of the north gate were chasing towards the west and south. The north gate was gradually becoming empty and no one would have expected that Yue Pengju would return to throw away his life once again.

He stopped, listening to the wind and rejoicing slightly. The voices of the people at the North Gate died down, and the direction of the fire grew further and further away. However, his footsteps were getting slower and slower. The temperature that held Hua Rong's hand was also gradually decreasing, maybe because of the cold snow, or maybe because of the cooling of blood, Hua Rong suddenly stopped in her tracks.

With great difficulty, he opened his eyes wide and glanced at the moving flames on the wall. His heart felt as if it was being pierced by a knife as he held his wife tightly and almost kneaded her to the bone, Sister Shi Qi, I have truly let you down, I have truly let down my son …

Tears streamed down her face. She hugged him tightly, but her arms were wrapped around the arrowheads — she couldn't hug him, and if she did, she would push the arrows deeper into his flesh. Amidst the moving flames, the clothes behind him were already torn apart, with knife wounds and arrows flying about … Then, there was the blackened burns — the new and old marks of the soldering iron.

Even the iron men would melt and perish.

His forehead pressed against hers, Sister Shi Qi, I am so regretful … Regret... Sister Shi Qi, it's all my fault... If I were to meet you again in my lifetime, I wouldn't care about anything else but accompanying you for the rest of my life, even if it were just plain rice, textile farming, and being a farmer for the rest of my life …"

Hua Rong could not cry out, her throat was rolling with sounds, choking and vomiting. She only used her remaining strength to barely hold on and didn't let him fall – she was going to fall! Her own husband, the one she had relied on all her life, the father of Little Tiger s, he could no longer stand.

Yue Pengju, who was valiant and invincible, could no longer stand!

She leaned against him. Feeling somewhat relieved, she suddenly laughed. Fine, fine.

Her forehead suddenly left, and Hua Rong felt a chill on her face. She raised his spear, and it flew up into the air, pulling her wife along. With a voice as sweet and gentle as honey, she said, Sister Shi Qi, live well, and don't take revenge for me … You must not avenge me …"

In the light of the fire, Hua Rong saw her husband's expression, it was like snow on the ground, the number of arrow cluster on his body could not be counted anymore. The power within his body was slowly fading away, and soon, the last drop of blood would be lost.

She was in complete disarray. The pain in her body had already numbed. She only subconsciously blocked in front of him, wanting to shield him from the arrow that was shot in secret. Pengju, Pengju ah …

His voice was even more gentle: Sister Shi Qi, quickly go, think of the Little Tiger's head … The Little Tiger's head is so pitiful, he's still waiting for us. You're his mother! Little Tiger head must have a mother …

No! she screamed, blood trickling from the corners of her mouth.

Sister Shi Qi, listen to me once, just this once!

No!

Clenching his teeth, she leapt up with his long spear. With a twist, he actually landed it at his wife's feet. Hua Rong stepped on the spearpoint and his body soared into the sky, and then was immediately thrown more than ten meters away. There, was a gap, and it was the last possible way out. Just as her body was about to fall, he used all her strength to use his spear to climb and reached out to support her. She then steadied herself and sat down on the city wall. She could not hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

Outside the city gate, the dilapidated city wall was not the Great Wall to defend against the war. Instead, it was the same as the Song of the West Lake, the Huaiyang, and the Tempest Moon, which could not withstand a single blow.

After recuperating, Hua Rong's body slowed down, turned sideways, and disappeared into the night. Along with her seven colored lesser arch feathers, her body shined like a dark ghost flame that disappeared into the night.

As he watched his wife disappear, tears of joy streamed down his face.

Sister Shi Qi … Sister Shi Qi... Live well with your son …

Someone sang in the dark night, Warm wind... How intoxicating... Ya ya ya … The voice of the singing lady was filled with the allure of the night.

Jin Wushu stood by the window, sweat dripping down from the center of his palms. That woman, had risen up into the air bloody in the dark night. Peng Ju …

This was the result he had longed for, so why was it so tragic?

Another round of arrow cluster s, that were about to shoot towards the flying lady, were shot down from the sky. However, they let out miserable cries as they were hit by a row of concealed weapons, causing dozens of archer s to fall down from the city walls.

Who …

Search quickly, there are still accomplices behind the scenes …

His Majesty ordered us to capture everything in one fell swoop …

Let's chase Yue Pengju first. Quickly, he ran towards the south gate …

Quickly chase, he is together with Hua Rong. Let's kill these two main culprits first …

Quick …

If you kill Hua Rong, you will be rewarded with 1000 gold taels …

If you kill Yue Pengju, you will be rewarded with 10,000 gold taels …

Kill Yue Pengju, promotion to third level …

Qin Gui rushed over from the Jail Temple Prison, mounted on his horse, and personally shouted and waved the order flag. This was the first time he experienced the might of a horse, as if he was the marshal of a great army. Joy, ecstasy … Who would have thought that this day would come? This day would also come for him. Scholars would chase down overweeningly arrogant generals like stray dogs.

Force will never match wits.

Wisdom will never be a conspiracy.

His laughter resounded loudly in the night. Hahaha … Get rid of Yue Pengju, there would be peace in the world... Everyone, let's go... Every person gets 20 slots...

CHAPTER 403 - DETERMINATION

Yue Pengju bellowed and waved his spear, pulling the power of the pursuers towards the west gate. The soldiers that were like tidewaters rushed up madly. They did not even shoot any arrows, but had to be rewarded with brave men, who all wanted to fight and run forward to kill Yue Pengju with their own hands — — That was something that would make the world famous.

However, other than Qin Gui's death soldiers, the rest of them slowed down, especially the group of Yuelin Army, they even secretly lingered around, wanting to leave this credit to Qin Gui or Zhang Jun — because even now, they did not know what crime Yue Pengju had committed. Until now, the imperial government had yet to produce any concrete evidence to prove the guilt of the Empire's number one general!

He didn't need to do anything!

If history were to open its eyes in the future, who would be willing to have their name be carved onto the tombstone of a famous general using the identity of the murderer? Therefore, they all held their spears and sabers as they crazily shouted and slowly pursued.

Especially Xu Caizhi, he really wanted to jump down from the horse, but he could only pretend to put in a lot of effort. He could only watch as Qin Gui proudly waved the flag, his short body was like a crazy and deformed woodchuck, his wretched head emitted a kind of extremely terrifying and vicious light.

If you kill Yue Pengju, you will be rewarded with ten thousand gold … Ten thousand taels of gold … Zhang Family, up …"

Zhang Jun, was afraid that Qin Gui would take the credit for himself in the end.

The Death Soldiers and Zhang Army that swarmed forward had already lost their role as archers. They could only retreat, leaving a huge open space for the tens of thousands of people to kill.

Yue Pengju took his last breath, his spear dancing horizontally across his body. His eyes were completely blurred by the blood splattered all over, it was unknown if it was his own or the enemy's.

Sabers, spears, swords, halberds, wounds as numerous as the clouds; he had completely lost all feeling of pain. Blood poured out, and his anger had yet to subside. A huge saber cut into his back. His head tilted, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood, shooting towards his enemy like an arrow.

Sunlight

Sunlight

Sunlight

His body was swaying, but his legs were standing straight. He roared three times:

I must kill Zhao Deji in my next life!

I must kill Zhao Deji in my next life!

I must kill Zhao Deji in my next life!

This roar shook the heaven and earth, even Qin Gui's deathsworn and Zhang Family Army couldn't help but stop in their tracks, and no longer dared to raise their spears to attack. Even Qin Gui and Zhang Jun were stunned by this treason that shook the heavens and earth.

With three loud roars, the hero of the generation fell to the ground, dead.

Qin Gui woke up from his stupor and said in a high-pitched voice, Quick, slaughter the corpses …

Slaughter corpses …

Everyone hesitated, but no one actually dared to go up. All they could do was retreat, and once again, retreat.

With a loud bang, flames soared to the sky and smoke filled the air. Like a giant bat, a monk descended from the sky like a black cloud. The crowd only felt as if Wu Yun had pressed down on them. Miserable cries of agony sounded out repeatedly as the firearm's power shook them until they swayed left and right.

Qin Gui's voice changed to that of a eunuch who changed his tone, Quickly, take down our comrades... Reward …"

The soldiers finally found the tall corpse at the corner of the wall in front of them.

Within his tattered clothes, pieces of snowflakes fell onto a piece of paper that was stained red with blood. It was a piece of paper that had once been rubbed into creases, and after a dozen years, although it had turned slightly yellow, it still remained neat and tidy, with three words on it:

Yue Pengju!

Snowflakes covered the area silently.

Hua Rong's body flew up and then fell down like a broken kite, landing on the snowy ground outside.

In the darkness, a group of Death Soldiers rushed out. The Black s were all wearing black armor, and were all Qin Gui's Death Soldiers. Qin Gui advanced step by step, using a speed even faster than Zhang Jun to mobilize his deathsworn, secretly setting up defenses, hoping to eliminate the enemy.

Hua Rong's body fell onto the snowy ground. She was weak, every bone in her body had been completely crushed, and was unable to piece together. She could only lie down and roll her eyes.

Where is it? Where was it?

Axe, Sharp Blade, Meteor Hammer... Wrapped in the wind, her head, feet, waist, limbs, he wanted to tear her into pieces.

She closed her eyes, she was too tired, she held the lesser arch tightly in her hands, but she could not lift it up.

Little girl …

A voice filled with grief, anger, despair, and sorrow rang out. A black figure rolled on the ground, blocking all the incoming blades.

Broken limbs, flesh and blood dancing in the air, one saber, merciless.

Girl … Little girl …

Hua Rong could no longer open her eyes, and could not see the person who was embracing him at all. The blood that was covering her body was like a tide that flooded his hands, soaking his chest, and faintly, asked him: Pengju, where's Pengju … I really want to see him again …

He screamed with all his might, Girl … Little girl …"

Her hand hung limply, her long eyelashes red, like a dead butterfly.

Another loud sound rang out, the resplendent Flower of Death in the dark night. The Death Soldiers all retreated, trampling on each other and fell down in groups. The bloody smell merged with the air and merged with the snowflakes, creating a red rain.

In his last conscious state, he heard a majestic singing voice that was very clear:

Furious, he rested on the fence and in the rain. Looking up, he howled loudly towards the sky with great vigor. Thirty achievements, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of road, clouds and moon. Mo Xianshi's face was pale and filled with grief.

The shame of Jing Kang was still fresh in his heart; when would the hatred of his subjects be extinguished? Driving a long car is broken, Helan Mountain is short. He ate the meat of the barbarians and talked about drinking the blood of the Huns. From the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, to the sky.

The person in his arms was as light as a feather and unbearably heavy. It was as if he would die every minute and every second. He was too late! In the end, he was still too late! King Qin waved the big blade in his hand. He no longer had any other thoughts, he only knew: Kill, kill, kill! Kill all the culprits and evils, kill all those who harm the little girl.

Miserable screams came one after another. He didn't know if it was him or someone else who killed them, but he had completely lost his mind. He only had one thought in mind: Leave, quickly take the girl out of this scary place. Let her be safe, always safe.

In front of them was a fork in the road, of the nine guards who were accompanying them, only two were left. One of them said in a low voice, My King, quick, turn left …

Without hesitation, he picked up someone and ran to the left. Behind him, a group of Qin Manor soldiers stood at the intersection of the dark night. They held torches in their hands, exuding a murderous aura.

Where did the fugitive go?

Left?

Right?

The person in the lead hesitated slightly, Separate them into two. We must eliminate them by their roots.

During this moment of hesitation, he secretly shot out a dark arrow like a locust swarm. Everyone cried out miserably and fell to the ground. The men in the dark were not gentle in the slightest when it came to trying to kill. They had almost killed all the warriors around them.

The drifting snowflakes were at the darkest moment before dawn. Bursting sounds came in bursts, as the Da Song's New Year's Eve had arrived.

Riding on a horse, Wu Qimai came out of the forest and asked anxiously: Fourth Prince, are you going to chase him?

Jin Wushu looked at the corpses on the ground, his heart was shocked, and his mind was in a mess.

Fourth Prince, you have to find her before she dies … Wu Qimai was the only one who knew that Fourth Prince had been poisoned. In a sense, Hua Rong's safety could be considered one of Fourth Prince's. Right now, Hua Rong was already on the verge of death, if he did not obtain the antidote, the Fourth Prince would not be able to live.

Jin Wushu stood in place, his eyes filled with the blurry, bloody figure with disheveled hair at dawn. There was even a moment when he could distinctly feel the stench of her blood on his body. His mind was somewhat numb. He could not react in time and was blocked by broken limbs on the ground. Compared to the night at Little Shang Bridge during the bloody battle, he was more than a hundred times more terrified!

His biggest opponent had finally died!

The woman he liked the most was also badly mangled!

Was this the result he had been waiting for?

His breathing hastened, and he was unable to speak. In his crippled right hand, his remaining three fingers firmly held onto the halberd, as urgent chasing sounds once again rang out beside his ears.

Wu Qimai said anxiously: Fourth Prince, let's go quickly, Song Jun is chasing us …

He subconsciously turned around and ran towards the right side of the fork. With a wave of Wu Qimai's hand, the rest of them immediately followed along.

At the South Gate.

When the guard in charge saw the group of officer army rushing over, he anxiously let them go and asked loudly: Where's Yue Pengju?

The leader of the officers replied loudly, He's already dead. Withdraw your troops."

The sky to the east was already white, but the bright, swaying torches of the city blocked the light. The people who woke up early had already pushed open the windows and started shouting. There were chicken, duck, fish, fruits and vegetables, and the Lian City was about to start its new day.

There were more than ten corpses lying around. The smell of burnt stink bombs filled the air, along with the smell of sulphur and many soldiers' hair. Yue Pengju's body was badly mutilated, his chest and back were already half burnt. One of the soldiers took the slip of paper and took out a jade ring from near his body.

Under the bright torch, Qin Gui personally examined the corpse of the tall man who had a head full of beard and hair. His body, attire and the things on him showed that he was Yue Pengju without a doubt. Moqi Wai also stepped forward to take a closer look and said in surprise, That's right, this is Yue Pengju. Qin Gui heaved a sigh of relief, staring at his sworn enemy. Da Song's first general had finally been completely eradicated by him.

He stood up, waved his hand, and shouted with all his strength: The traitor Yue Pengju has been executed!

The traitor Yue Pengju has been executed!

He was dancing, screaming, triumphant, as if he had won the greatest battle of his life. Good, the feeling of victory.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun felt discontent in his heart. Unwilling to be the second person to claim credit for his actions, he shouted out, traitorous Yue Pengju, annihilate them. Withdraw your troops.

However, the crowd did not cheer as they had expected. Only the Zhang Family's soldiers echoed, Retreat! The soldiers didn't want to look at the corpse of the empire's general. They couldn't help but be confused, Why didn't Yue Xiang Gong die on the battlefield, but instead died in the hands of his own men? Naturally, they did not dare to question him. They quickened their pace and quickly retreated.

smirked. In the past, he still maintained a certain degree of courtesy, but ever since Lifelong Prime Minister wrote the terms of agreement, he had made it public without restraint. Now that Yue Pengju had died, he did not put Zhang Jun in his eyes anymore. Zhang Jun was embarrassed, he became even more angry, but he still had to lower his head in front of Qin Gui.

The sky gradually brightened.

However, the clouds were still pressing down on the snow. The sky was filled with swirling snowflakes, as if this New Year's Eve would never stop.

CHAPTER 404 - MRS. GUO

A window squeaked as it was pushed open, and the window flowers turned into ice flowers. The breath turned into frost, filling the entire world with confusion. Jin Wushu stood by the window and quietly looked at the tall corpse. He was still lying on the ground with his hair standing on end, as if scolding this unfair world.

In this world, only this corpse remained.

The whiteness was really clean.

He laughed, but no one knew what he was laughing at.

In the blink of an eye, everything was in vain, whether it was a hero or a common man.

Behind him, the heavy breathing of Wu Qimai could be heard, Yue Xiang Gong … He died miserably … He could not help but change Yue Pengju to Yue Xiang Gong".

Jin Wushu said lightly: If it wasn't for Zhao Deji, we really wouldn't have been able to defeat Da Song. Ha, Zhao Deji is actually the best helper our Da Jin has …

He suddenly stopped talking. In the shadows of the snow, a few Jail Temple Prison s rushed over to clean up the corpses.

He carefully recognized that it was one of the two jailer s who had cried out.

Yue Xiang Gong died a miserable death …

It's all because of that traitor Qin Gui …

Heaven does not bless Da Song …

Shh, don't say anymore. Be careful of your ears, don't bring disaster upon yourself …

A jailer named Wei Shun carried Yue Pengju's corpse and quietly went to a cemetery in the south of the city. In a hurry, they dug a pit and buried Yue Pengju's body. In order to hide it from others, he had no choice but to erect a Jia Yi Ren tombstone in front of the grave. Finally, Wei Shun bowed and kowtowed a few times, then knelt down and kowtowed: Yue Xiang Gong, if you are to open your eyes in the future, you will be free from all grievances, and I will help you change to a new tablet.

and the others were afraid of Qin Gui, so they had no choice but to do this.

Wei Shun and the others hurriedly left, and the surrounding area regained its tranquility.

After a long while, a person walked out from underneath a large pine tree. Looking at the words Jia Yi Ren on the grave, he could not help but laugh: Yue Pengju, you self-proclaimed yourself as a hero, but who would have thought that after death, you would become a woman! If you knew this would happen, you might as well have gone for my big gold, and gained glory and riches, not wasting your life!

The blood in his body was speeding up again. In his mind, he was afraid that the venom would spread throughout his body. antidote, where is the antidote? Hua Rong, where is Hua Rong?

Wu Qimai, go all out to find Hua Rong.

Yes. Wu Qimai asked carefully, Looks like the people who rescued Hua Rong were already prepared. They shouldn't be in the city right now, we need to chase them down immediately.

Jin Wushu nodded, it was time to leave this damned place.

In the midst of the firecrackers, he once again looked back at this world filled with flowers. For the first time, he realized that the Southern Kingdom was actually not that desirable. Tang Shi and Song Ci could not cover up the despicable human nature that was deeply rooted in this land. Only, for a vulgar person like Zhao Deji to steal the Dragon Throne, Haotian God was truly too blind.

That was the direction that led to the open seal. There, Zhao Deji's mother, the Wei Xian Fei, was still being kept under house arrest, waiting anxiously for the day he returned to Da Song to be the esteemed empress dowager.

With the words to welcome the empress dowager back, it was unknown how many people died under his slaughtering knife. "Jin Wushu was both angry and amused at the same time, but he couldn't help but feel somewhat happy at his own strategy. What did the word 'loyal' mean? He suddenly remembered all sorts of methods used in conjunction with the assassination. Was he going to be the same as Yue Pengju today, or was he going to be the same as how he used to be when he was dressed in the Songtazu's yellow robe? His blood was boiling as he ran like crazy. He only wanted to get out of this damn place as fast as possible. He was the supreme existence and he had control over his own destiny — at the same time, he wanted to control the fate of others! To control the fate of others was the might of a supreme expert. Only, as a first step, he had to find Hua Rong and remove the first threat he posed to his life. Otherwise, what else could they do?

Gold Hall.

Zhao Deji stood up from the Dragon Throne, then sat down and walked a few rounds. Even Xiao Liu and the rest of the Pet Consort s were hiding in their respective chambers, not daring to act the slightest bit coquettishly. Even Wu Jinnu and the others, who were in charge of the palace's New Year's Eve feast, did not dare to disturb them.

An exquisite little stove was placed in front of him, it was unknown if it was because the temperature was too high, or because he was too nervous, but Zhao Deji opened and closed his fists, repeating like this until his hands were drenched in perspiration.

A burst of hurried footsteps could be heard, Eunuch Zhang Quwei's voice sounded out: Prime Minister Qin, Prime Minister Zhang, I, Zhang Taibai, requests an audience...

Zhao Deji could not wait and shouted, Quick, pass.

Qin Gui, Zhang Jun, Moqi Wai and the others who were waiting at the door hurriedly entered and knelt down. "Congratulations your majesty, congratulations.

Zhao Deji dropped to the ground and sat on the Dragon Throne, using his hands to count them in: Blessed by the heavens, truly blessed by the heavens … Hahaha … Yue Pengju was dead, the powerful official who was at his elbow was finally dead. From today onwards, he would no longer have to worry about anyone wearing yellow robes", let alone seeing such a manly man appear in front of him in an eyesore. He laughed out loud. It was hard to tell if his laughter was out of relief or joy, but he almost burst into tears. Even Qin Gui was horrified when he heard this. He knelt on the ground, not daring to make a sound for a long while.

The air was quiet, a few powerful officials knelt on the ground until their legs were weak. After a while, Qin Gui had a sudden inspiration: Your Majesty, these were all found on Yue Pengju's body.

Zhao Deji waved his hand and remembered their existence.

Qin Gui stood up, opened a box and handed it over to Zhao Deji. Zhao Deji saw a yellowed piece of paper and a jade ring on it. On the paper, there were three words: Yue Pengju.

This was found on Yue Pengju's body. His corpse is now in Jail Temple Prison.

Zhao Deji naturally recognized that it was Hua Rong's personal handwriting. He also recognized the jade ring on the finger, and he had seen it on Hua Rong's hands several times. As if he was unwilling to touch these things, he immediately ordered Zhang Quwei to keep them. After muttering to himself for a moment, he said: Fine, we will be lenient, and leave Yue Pengju's body as a whole. All these things, let him be.

In the blink of an eye, he suddenly asked. Where's Hua Rong?

Qin Gui hurriedly replied: Reporting to Your Majesty, we have not found Hua Rong's corpse yet. Yang Yizhong, Xu Caizhi and the rest were still searching … "

Hua Rong's corpse — Hua Rong had already become a corpse? This was different from Yue Pengju's death. Zhao Deji suddenly thought of — son — he would never have a candidate to have a son in the future. Zhao Deji shook his head and interrupted him: Immediately order Yang Yizhong and the others to withdraw. Since the culprit has been removed, I will not pursue the sin of the family. Whether Hua Rong is dead or alive, there's no need to pursue the matter.

Qin Gui anxiously suggested: Your Majesty, as the saying goes, nurturing a tiger is a problem. If Hua Rong does not remove him, then I am afraid there will be endless future troubles, and I still have Yue Pengju's son. They should have caught Hua Rong and followed the vines to find their comrades, among them was a big monk among them who came here to rescue the famous Guan Xiluda, I think Hua Rong was really saved by him …

Zhao Deji stared at him thoughtfully. We have our own plans. What kind of situation can Hua Rong, as a woman, have?

Qin Gui suddenly remembered the oath made by the Taizu. Knowing that with Yue Pengju's death, Zhao Deji was going to play the role of Benefactor.

Qin Gui, the capital hall will immediately release an official plate announcing that Yue Pengju has been removed from the world. Be on high alert for the next few days to prevent the people from causing trouble."

Your subject obeys the decree.

He still remembered Hua Rong's punishment, As for this Hua Rong, we have previously said that she is not worthy of her family, and we have declared her exiled to Hainan.

Qin Gui thought, if she was gone, what was the point of being banished? However, Zhang Jun was grinning from ear to ear as he flattered Hua Rong, Even if Hua Rong doesn't die, he will at least lose half her life. Your Majesty, do not worry.

Zhao Deji's heart shook, and he stood up: It's been hard on the Sisters, let's have a peaceful New Year's Eve today.

Qin Manor.

Wang Junhua changed into an extremely exquisite and expensive new set of clothes, and used the big red rich hundred bird peonies to embroider. It was a Queen's costume, but she had been bribed, and the Weaving Department official had deliberately presented her with such a suit. She liked it very much, so she wore a peaceful New Year's Eve.

She had not slept the entire night and was extremely nervous. She had been pacing back and forth at the entrance all morning, waiting for Qin Gui's return. The errand boy kept running in and out to report the situation. Mrs. Guo, Yue Pengju has been killed in the south gate …

Mrs. Guo, Qin Chuanggong entered the palace …

She asked again and again: Where's Hua Rong? Did you find the corpse of the Bastard?

The sumptuous New Year's Eve lunch was served, yet she was not in the mood to taste it. It was already past lunchtime, and from afar, she could hear Qin Gui's footsteps and ecstatic voice: Mrs. Guo, great joy …

Wang Junhua hurried over and asked in surprise: Old man, how is the situation?

Qin Gui laughed heartily, and said without any more worries, That's enough to let Mrs. Guo be at ease, our family's biggest threat has been completely eliminated. Yue Pengju was killed.

Wang Junhua was more concerned about Hua Rong, so he asked immediately: Where is Hua Rong?

Her corpse has not been found, but according to Yang Yizhong, she is also severely injured, and I estimate that she will not live much longer.

Wang Junhua was surprised and regretful, This Bastard is truly lucky. How can she run?

Guan Xiluda brought someone to rescue them. Hua Rong was probably saved by him.

Wang Junhua gritted his teeth: Who is Lu Da? What did he have? Old man, you really are useless things. You can be robbed like this? Why didn't they send people to chase him? We have to get rid of the roots of that Bastard …

Qin Gui's smile faded as he said sinisterly: I also feel that it's strange, more than half of our men were killed and more than half were injured. There must be other forces backing Lu Da, looks like Yue Pengju is truly a group of his own.

Wang Junhua said angrily: Then why did you not send people to kill me?

No. Shangguan Family ordered the chase to stop.

Pfft, this fellow is impotent, yet he used his evil scheme to play the role of a wise monarch.

"This is his usual trick. Forget it, Yue Pengju has already been eliminated, even if Hua Rong did not die, she would at least lose half her life.

I hate that I didn't see her body with my own eyes.

Qin Gui cupped his hands and said, "Tianwei has already been removed, and Hua Rong is still half dead.

Wang Junhua could not hide his joy, Old man, don't say it, I really have to thank Fourth Prince. Killing Tian Wei and Yue Pengju, were all part of his plan.

CHAPTER 405 - I'LL RISK MY LIFE TO SAVE YOU

Qin Gui chewed on his cheek and frowned. When he was chasing after Hua Rong, he clearly felt two different kinds of resistance. Although he could not determine it, he felt that one of the powers was like the Fourth Prince striking out. Mrs. Guo, you have worried for so many years, and have removed all the worries from your heart. Since your family has steadily become Lifelong Prime Minister, you will definitely celebrate tonight on New Year's Eve. You do not have to live up to your expectations.

Wang Junhua nodded in agreement. The two of them laughed heartily and toasted each other.

Wang Junhua was very happy: What about Zhang Xian and the rest?

"Zhang Xian had already been tortured to death in the Jail Temple Prison. Yu Peng, Sun Ge, and the others were lucky and did not die. Now that things have progressed to this point, if Shangguan Family wants to be magnanimous and act against me, this old man might as well act good.

Alright, I'll consider it as being like this. At least I'll give Fourth Prince a favor.

Is this because of Qin Gui's heart, or could it be that he could not help but ask: Did Mrs. Guo detect it? Recently, the Fourth Prince had become more and more abnormal. He had first requested for the release of Tian Wei, then requested for Yu Peng and the others, other than Yue Pengju, it seemed like he did not want to kill anyone else? What exactly is the reason?

Wang Junhua glared at him, thinking back to Fourth Prince's promise that he would be brought to Yanjing in the summer to take shelter. Every time he thought of the beautiful and charming scene that was about to occur, he couldn't help but be elated, and disapprove of Qin Gui's carefulness. Old man, you've already achieved your goal, how can you even consider doing more? How many of the benefits that the Fourth Prince had promised were not given to us? Just be your Lifelong Prime Minister.

He was afraid that he would arouse his wife's suspicions. In the same bed, he did not know whether Wang Junhua was going to serve him or the Fourth Prince at all, so he could only laugh and cover it up: Mrs. Guo has promised me a few concubine, are you still not going to do it?

Wang Junhua's eyes flashed with a murderous light, Old man, don't even think about it.

Qin Gui responded, This old man has already killed Yue Pengju ….

But Bastard Hua Rong is not dead yet. Your mission is not complete.

Qin Gui did not dare speak further, and naturally, he would not pursue the matter any further. In any case, his family had a large group of songbird s, and he himself had many opportunities to go out and look for trouble, so he brought up this matter to Wang Junhua, just to change the topic.

On New Year's Eve, Lian City welcomed its festive atmosphere. Every household posted couplets, set off firecrackers and prepared lanterns and fireworks for a period of half a month. This year, they had reached an agreement and succeeded, and they had even killed Yue Pengju and the fake princess consecutively. For Zhao Deji, he had removed all the major problems in his life and had no choice but to celebrate.

The concubines in the palace were all dressed up beautifully, competing with each other in terms of beauty. Even Zhang Yingying and the others had no choice but to suppress the fear in their hearts as they pretended to be extremely pretty and smiling, afraid that they would lose the Sovereign King's favor.

Zhao Deji hugged his arms left and right, drinking one cup after another. After eating his fill of delicious food, he led his imperial concubines to visit the Lian City to enjoy the lantern festival. Outside the palace, multicolored lanterns hung high in the sky as flames soared into the sky. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold. Zhao Deji was ecstatic, he felt that this was the first step of Taiping Tianzi, and muttered to himself: What does Yue Pengju know? If the battle were to continue, would I have such fun? It is only through negotiation with the Golden Man s that this world will be at peace.

The tip of his nose reeked with the smell of blood, it was the scene of Yue Pengju running for his life with the shackle raised. He laughed out loud in excitement due to the smell of blood, and actually pulled the Xiao Liu and two other fifteen to sixteen year old palace maid to sleep with him. That night, the three girls were having fun. Zhao Deji increased the dosage of Wang Jixian's masculine medicine, as if he had endless energy. The three of them suffered bitterly, especially the two newly-arrived girls. They had to force themselves to smile despite the pain. Eventually, one of the girls finally couldn't hold back her tears. When Zhao Deji saw this teardrop, he became extremely angry and kicked