Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 12 His Name
When he woke up, his surroundings were empty, King Qin was not on the bed.She was covered with a thin blanket.

She relaxed, looked around, and immediately became nervous again, only to see King Qin standing in front of the huge box, looking for something.

He suddenly turned his head, and she didn't have time to lie down and pretend to be asleep, so she wrapped herself in a quilt and looked at him warily.

He tossed it in his hand, and he didn't know what it was, and it came down colorfully as a hood.

She opened it, but saw that it was a brand new light green shirt, made of high-quality juan yarn, probably snatched from somewhere.After being thrown under the bed, there was also a pair of shoes.

"Girl, you wear this. There are still many clothes in here, you can change as you like. Wear it beautifully."

His voice was like a bell, but she couldn't be angry with the clothes at this moment, she couldn't die, and she couldn't run naked, she could only ask for clothes to wrap her body.

She was not dressed yet, and he walked over with something from the box.

She hurriedly wrapped her body tightly, and saw that he put those things on the table, including several tubes of brush hair, high-quality rice paper, and several paintings and calligraphy, but they were not opened, and she didn't know who it was.

"As long as you don't die, these things are for you to play with."

He stared, "If you dare to seek death, I will never let you go lightly."

After finishing speaking, he checked the surroundings again to make sure there were no sharp objects, and then took the only shell in front of her, which was also given to her by the boy.He threw it on the ground, crushed it with one foot, and walked out with confidence as if everything was safe.

Walking to the row of houses where pirates live, he saw a person poking his head out of the kitchen door, and then retracted immediately.

"Little bastard, get out of here."

The boy came out tremblingly, his voice trembling slightly: "You killed my sister?"

"Fuck you!" King Qin beat him so that he turned over, "You son of a bitch, go play with her, get out...Look at her, don't let her die again, otherwise, I will chop you into meat sauce ..."

The boy was overjoyed when he heard that Hua Rong was still alive, got up from the ground and ran away.

It wasn't until the sound of King Qin's footsteps completely disappeared that Hua Rong put on his clothes with confidence, and then got out of bed and put on his shoes.The shoes are those kind of strange little boots with holes all around for ventilation. They don't look like middle-earth things, and I don't know where they were snatched from.

The pain was still unbearable all over her body, as if she had fallen apart, she sat silently for a while, then lay on the bed crookedly, not knowing what to do, how to continue in the days to come.

The breakfast was brought, she ate a bowl, then lay down again, she didn't even want to go out, just thought, just hang around like this, and wait for death.

Someone knocked on the door, a very small voice: "Sister, sister..."

She got up and walked to the door, it was the boy.

She looked around in a panic: "Go away, that demon will kill you if he sees you again..."

"He called me here." The boy was very pleasantly surprised and said incoherently: "Sister, you are still alive! It's great...I'm afraid you will be killed by him..."

The teenager still doesn't understand what it means to be destroyed, and thinks that the most important thing in the world is to "live". As long as life is still there, everything can be put aside first.But seeing that her clothes were neatly dressed and there were no scars on her face or hands, she breathed a sigh of relief, "King Qin, I won't kill you again, right?"

Who knows.Hua Rong sighed, anyway, he has nothing to lose now, what tricks can he play?

She remembered those tubes of wolf hair, turned around and went in to get a pen and a piece of ink: "Go, find a place and I will teach you how to write."

The boy was overjoyed: "Sister, where did you get these things?"

"Given by King Qin."

The young man didn't understand why the reckless King Qin gave her these things, but when he saw the brush, he was so happy that he forgot to ask. He followed her and walked out, saying, "Sister, there is a big rock on the island, which is very flat. Can be used as a desk."

"Okay, let's go there."

This is a dense subtropical forest with luxuriant branches and leaves, and it has a fishy fragrance that is not found in trees on land.Among the trees are jagged rocks, as the young man said, among them, there is a rock that is not too big or small, very flat, although it cannot be used as a real desk, it is extremely rare.

The boy happily spread the pen and paper on the stone, and took the inkstone to grind the ink. Judging from his technique, it is obvious that he has never used it before.

Hua Rong took the ink, rubbed it a few times to demonstrate to him, and asked him, "Have you never used it before?"

"I only heard from my mother."

"Where's your mother?"

"My hometown was flooded, and my mother and I went out to escape. We settled in a village and became tenants of others. Once, when I went out with my master's family, I was captured by a group of pirates. They robbed my master's property and killed me. .I was left here to work, and I don’t know what happened to my mother..." His eyes showed the kind of deep sadness and concern that don't belong to young people, "My mother must be worried about me to death, and I Can't go back..."

For a moment, Hua Rong forgot the pain he had suffered, at least, now he has no relatives and no family, and the young man still has to remember his mother.She suddenly thought of those women who were expelled by the disabled queen, and believed that she would be released soon, and at that time, there would be a glimmer of life.She comforted him softly: "If there is a chance in the future, let's escape together."

The young man was full of expectations: "Okay, sister, I will definitely pay attention to opportunities."

Hua Rong smiled and showed him a brushwork technique, and wrote three large characters on the paper, which were the boy's name:
Yue Pengju

It was the first time that the boy saw his name on the paper, and it was such a beautiful three characters. He couldn't help but put it aside carefully to dry, and said happily, "I want to keep it in my collection and keep it for the rest of my life..."

Hua Rong also laughed, and the boy quickly held his breath and started to write according to her instructions.

After a heavy rain, the air is very fresh.

While he was still writing, Hua Rong got up and walked a few steps. Through the trees on the island, he could see the blue sky in the distance. The place.

It's a pity, but it happens to be the hell of the pirate chief.

The young man wrote very attentively, and Hua Rong also tried his best to guide him. When he was thirsty, he drank the water he brought, and when he was hungry, he picked a large mountain peach next to him, which was very crunchy and sweet.

In this way, time passed, and when the boy finished writing the last word and raised his head, the sun had already set.

He satisfactorily put away the stack of papers he wrote, and then held up the big characters written by Hua Rong to his chest, happily: "Sister, this is my name, I really like it..."

Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly grabbed by a big hand, and then he heard a burst of laughter: "Hahahaha, little brat, do you deserve a name too?"

King Qin, King Qin who jumped out of nowhere.

He seemed to be able to recognize a few words, and read out loudly and forcefully: "Yue-peng-ju...haha..." Then, he turned to Hua Rong, "You wrote it for this little bastard?"

Hua Rong hummed lightly.

"Then you also write one for me. My name is 'Qin Shangcheng'. Write it down quickly. I want to see what these three characters look like on paper..."

(End of this chapter)