Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 218 His Father
He smiled and nodded, patted his son's face, put his son on the ground, pointed at the tree, and told him silently that he would catch him immediately.Lu Wenlong saw that his father was as agile as a civet cat, and suddenly picked up a small stone and jumped up, so quickly threw it from the big tree, hitting the wing of the emerald green bird, the bird fell down in response, but because of the strength He controlled it well, and was not seriously injured. Only the wings fluttered heavily, and he jumped on the ground, but he couldn't run far.

The child happily grabbed it and held it in the palm of his hand, giggling non-stop: "Hi Daddy, Daddy is the best... Daddy, don't you think I didn't..."

He hugged his son again and held him tightly in his arms, his eyes were a little moist.

"Daddy, daddy..."

"Pengju..."

Seeing that he shouldn't respond, Hua Rong felt a little strange, opened his eyes, turned around slowly, met his eyes, was stunned for a moment, looked at those scorching eyes, and was speechless for a while.

"Mom, daddy came to see me, daddy is here...hehehe..."

After all, they have been father and son for several years. Lu Wenlong danced with joy, giggled in his father's arms, and kissed his father loudly on the face: "Daddy, I miss you so much..."

His face was covered with the child's saliva, soft and soft, with a long-lost warm and gentle affection - such affection, which he had never had in many years.He just hugged his son tightly, as if he lost it and found it again.

He stared at Hua Rong scorchingly, and after a while, he slowly said, "Hua Rong! Are you feeling better?"

Hua Rong smiled all over his face: "Thank you, Fourth Prince. I am much better. When I was in the Kingdom of Jin, I had to take care of you so that I could escape. After I was injured, I had to give you a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum to survive until now. Last time, I left in a hurry, Now, oh, I really don't know how to thank you..." She thought, in this lifetime, she would never be able to truly thank him for repaying him, but this "thank you" buried deep in her heart had to be said of.

Whether hostile or foreign, his kindness to himself cannot be denied.

"Fourth prince, thank you!"

Jin Wushu hugged his son tightly, lowered his head, not daring to meet her gentle eyes, his chest was getting hotter and hotter, and he was about to shed tears.

she does not know.

She still doesn't know that Ganoderma lucidum is fake.

Moreover, even if it is a fake Ganoderma lucidum, it was not "gifted" by him, but King Qin snatched it.

He asked himself over and over again: If he had known about her condition, if King Qin hadn't come to snatch her, would he have given her the Ganoderma lucidum in the first place?
Did you?

Will it?

The long silence seemed to hear the sound of spring flowers blooming under the sun.

Jin Wushu raised his head and looked at Hua Rong.

She was still leaning back on the chair quietly, her hair was covered with messy little red flowers, many of which had green leaves on them.The sun shines all over her body at a glance, it is so chaotic, which adds a different kind of sadness and helplessness to her pale face.

It is no longer as heroic and graceful as it was on the "Shooting Willow Festival".

Not anymore.

Her hands were hanging down so softly and powerlessly, how could such hands be able to pick up the bow and arrow that pierced through Yang at a hundred paces?For a moment, he was in a trance, and her figure was only fixed on the "Shooting the Willow Festival", on Kinseth's horse, waving the weeping willow, saluting everyone, smiling like a flower.

He couldn't help turning his eyes to look at the spring sky, the bright sun, and another "Shooting Willow Festival" was coming.

However, things are different and people are different. Flowers are similar every year, and people are the same every year.
"Fourth Prince...the ganoderma lucidum in the box was also sent by you, right? Thank you..."

Only then did she realize that it was him, it must be him.With that kind of behavior style, if it's not King Qin, it must be him.

He hesitated for a moment: "Would Ganoderma lucidum really be useful to your injury?"

She smiled and didn't answer.She doesn't know either, who knows?Perhaps, it is just a psychological comfort.If Ganoderma lucidum can really bring the dead back to life, wouldn't many people in the world not have to die?

"Thank you, you don't need to send it in the future. Actually, it's useless."

Her unequivocal sense of refusal irritated him.It's like this every time, it's always been like this, from the Liujiasi military camp to the prince's mansion in Yanjing, I always try to please myself, but she coldly distances herself.

He was short of breath and his voice was quick: "Actually, what does your life and death have to do with me? I... I have nothing to do with you, I just came to see the child..."

The child was holding the bird in his arms, and the emerald green feathers swept across his face: "Father, from now on you will catch birds for me every day..."

Only then did his eyes gradually soften, he touched his son's flushed face, and said, "Yes."

The father and son are too close, which is the accumulation of years of emotion, which is beyond the reach of my own husband and wife.

Hua Rong's eyes darkened, but he didn't make a sound.

At this time, the child let go of his hand, and the bird fell to the ground, fluttering its wings, as if it was about to fly away. He hurriedly struggled to jump out of his father's arms to catch it, held it in his palm, ran to his mother, and asked happily: Mom: "Does it look good?"

"very nice."

Jin Wushu also took a few steps forward.

There is only one child between the two.

He inadvertently pulled the child away a little, looked at her pale face, and asked in a low voice, "Hua Rong, how did you get hurt? Did Zong Han's soldiers hurt you?"

She shook her head.

His eyes were a little angry, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab her wrist, and then put his hand on her chest, his face changed drastically: "Hua Rong, who injured you? How can an ordinary soldier do such a thing?" Heavy hand?"

His movements were too fast, she didn't have time to dodge, and she never dodged, but she didn't answer.Jin Wushu's martial arts skills are good, and it can be seen at a glance how the injury is, so there is no point in deceiving him.

He asked sharply: "Who actually injured you? When you left my prince's mansion, you were obviously in good shape..."

She shook her head nonchalantly: "It's a melee in the dark, I can't see clearly."

This is the truth. At that time in Yanjing, there were indeed many people chasing him, so it was not a lie.

Jin Wushu was full of surprises and doubts, I really couldn't believe that there is such a master in Dajinhui.Could it be that there are some outstanding figures under Zong Han's subordinates that he didn't know?
Hua Rong gently took his hand away, and hugged his son's small shoulders. At this moment, he saw Jin Wushu's casual attire.He is completely dressed in the Song Dynasty, wearing a white scholar's uniform, and the Dongpo scarf he likes on his head, but he has never held a fan.

She smiled slightly, it was very rare, Jin Wushu didn't take a fan when he was dressed like this, it was a rare thing that he didn't take a fan.From the military camp to the sea, from the Song Dynasty to the Jin Dynasty, the suave and suave fourth prince, a fan of Southern Dynasty culture, is he not pretending to be cool anymore?

The border of Elong Town is not so easy to come and go. He obviously spent a lot of effort to come here.

Only, she realized that Jin Wushu looked so haggard, his cheeks were sunken, and his whole body had lost a lot of weight.

She was startled, could it be that she was so sad about her son's disappearance?
Is it possible?
Her voice was very low, and she took a chance: "What are you doing here?"

This child belonged to him, and he took it away from the Lu family and brought it up, so it must have taken a lot of effort.Just looking at the kind of intimacy the child still maintains towards him after being separated for so long, she knows that the child loves him even more than her husband and wife.

Seeing that he didn't answer, she sighed in a low voice: "If you want to take the child away..." She suddenly remembered her son's sentence "A mother who wants to have a baby brother doesn't like me and wants to beat me", so she couldn't continue.

Little children don't know that there are so many undercurrents and turbulence between adults. They hold their mother with one hand and father with the other, and look at the two happily: "Mom, father, I am so happy today..."

Jin Wushu was shocked.

Mom, Dad!
This is the warm family I long for.So what if it's not his own son?
After experiencing such a great irony, the word "personal" has become completely unimportant.He had a sudden thought, if this was his wife and his son, even if she could never bear children again, what would it matter?What's more, what's the problem if I only have this one wife and this one son?

He was so anxious in his heart, and through his son's hand, he seemed to be able to feel the warmth from the pale hand in front of him.In fact, he has held this hand more than once, and even hugged her injured body many times. At that time, she was still in the golden camp of Liu Family Temple, fleeing, being injured, committing suicide... When the two got along, every time, she felt the same. In the midst of pain, one either commits suicide or is killed.

A woman in troubled times, a fate in troubled times.

A low voice came out of his breath: "Hua Rong..."

"Ah."

"Hua Rong!"

She looked at his anxious look, raised her eyebrows in surprise, what was he trying to say?Are you going to take your son away soon?She was very disturbed.But, how can I stop him?
"Fourth prince, about the child..."

"I……"

He wanted to say that at this moment, he was actually not because of the child.It's not just because the kids are here.However, he couldn't speak, couldn't open his mouth, especially after going through many things.

Seeing Jin Wushu's expression getting more and more strange, she held her son's hand for a long while and said slowly, "Son, Mom has something to ask you..."

"Mom, tell me."

"Would you like to follow mom or dad?" If you can't make up your mind, you might as well leave it to the child to decide for himself.

As if she had asked a strange question, the child still held the hands of the two tightly: "I'm with mom, I'm with dad...all together..."

She smiled: "Mom and Dad, you can only choose one..."

The child looked at her in surprise, and then at Jin Wushu, facing the first choice in his life.

Jin Wushu's voice was hoarse: "Why do you have to give up the child? Why can't you choose both?"

I am the father of the child, and she is his mother. Isn't this the best combination?What better ending than this?

What's more, if it's her, the mother and son will follow in the army, and fight north and south, so what's the problem?

He was shocked by his strange thoughts and shook his head violently, it was extremely absurd.

His words slipped vaguely in his throat, and only he could hear clearly, while Hua Rong and the child could only see his strange expression, his mouth opening and closing, eager and anxious.

(End of this chapter)