Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 274 Warmth
In the distance, there is a large piece of blooming wintersweet, the fragrance of wintersweet blown by the wind, leisurely, brings infinite warmth to this cold winter.There was the sound of firecrackers banging from far and near, and some blue smoke curled up in the sky, and he remembered that it was the New Year's Eve of the Song Dynasty that was approaching.

In a few days, it will be New Year's Eve.

The Kingdom of Jin used to have no holidays. After the Liao and Song Kingdoms were destroyed, they learned to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year’s Eve, and Lantern Festival of the Han people.

In a blink of an eye, he saw that Hua Rong had stopped talking, and was leaning against the carriage, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

He shouted: "Hua Rong, there are still a few days until New Year's Eve, why are there firecrackers in the distance?"

Hua Rong still kept his eyes closed, but replied patiently: "Today is the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, and they are offering sacrifices to the Kitchen God."

After the founding of the dynasty, the north was established as the capital, Kaifeng city was destroyed, Yingtian fell, Zhao Deji fled south several times, and set the palace in Lin'an.A large number of scholar-bureaucrats who accompanied them to the south brought the customs of Tokyo, while the local southern people followed the customs of Wu, but there are similarities and minor differences between the two.

The 24th day of the twelfth lunar month is to sacrifice to the Kitchen God. The purpose of the sacrifice is to let the Kitchen God go to the Gate of Heaven after being drunk, so that he cannot report the disadvantages of each household to the Haotian God.Every household in the south sells wine and burns paper money; the custom in Kaifeng at the beginning was to paste stove horses on the stove and smear the stove door with wine lees, which is called "drunken command"; Pig's head, Pisces, and bean paste powder ear balls are sacrificed to the Kitchen God, and women must avoid them.

From the beginning of the sacrifice, every household will continue to burn firecrackers and braziers.Firecrackers in the Song Dynasty were very different from today’s “firecrackers”. They were really made of bamboo. When the bamboo was burnt red, when it was hit hard on a stone slab or hard ground, it would make a loud crackling sound.At the same time, braziers will be placed in front of each house, and soybean stalks, dry firewood and some green branches with leaves will be burned in the basins.People, regardless of high or low, wear a silky white moth flower.

At this time, the carriage had already entered a small town, and after passing through this small town, it would reach a safe place.

Jin Wushu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, opened the curtain to see the pedestrians coming and going outside, and immersed himself in these peculiar customs of the Song Dynasty, lively, joyful, and full of enjoyment.Looking at the vast expanse of land outside the carriage, wheat seedlings grow out of the ice and snow, oily, stretching into patches, as well as a vast number of other unknown crops, crops, vegetables... so rich, everything you expect.

"Yang one benefit two", he has seen the prosperity of Yangzhou with his own eyes, the wealth and wealth in the southeast of Wu Chu here, it seems that there has never been a war, there are many singers singing, entertainers juggling, selling fruit and candied haws...

Now, half of the country that supports the taxation of the Song Kingdom comes from this piece of land. He thought to himself, Zhao Deji has such a large piece of prosperous land, as long as he manages it a little bit, or is willing to reuse Yue Pengju, the original Zongze, etc., how can the Jin Kingdom win it? An inch and a half of the Song Dynasty?
But because of this, he is even more proud, fortunately, Zhao Deji dotes on Qin Hui.

Fortunately, I have Qin Hui's trick.

He laughed loudly and didn't hide it.Pedestrians just thought it was a visit from a certain rich family, and they were not surprised at all, but just looked a little more curiously.

Hua Rong closed his eyes, half dreaming and half awake, no matter how complacently he smiled, he remained indifferent.

It was dark, and it was light again, and the carriage never stopped. Fortunately, I drank when I was thirsty and ate when I was hungry.He was in a daze and didn't know the passage of time. Although he was anxious, he was getting farther and farther away from Pengju when he was imprisoned in a galloping carriage.

She secretly sighed in her heart, her husband and wife always get together less and leave more. This time, if they can survive, they really don't want to show off again. Perhaps, changing a way of life is the real way to save their lives.

Finally, the carriage stopped.

It was pitch black all around, and there was no whistling wind in my ears.Hua Rong was dragged down by two guards and sent into a room.The room was not very luxurious, but it was clean and tidy. Two maids were waiting by the side, looking curiously at this bound "guest".They have never seen such hospitality. They are obviously prisoners, so why should they be treated according to the standards of guests?
After running around for a long time, Hua Rong was physically and mentally exhausted, half lying down, and after a while, she felt thirsty and said loudly, "I want to drink water."

The two looked at each other, but the host didn't ask her for tea, so they still stood motionless.

Hua Rongqing knew that this was Jin Wushu's order, so she stopped yelling, closed her eyes, and fell asleep drowsily, but dreamed that Yue Pengju was on a galloping horse, galloping in the wind like lightning.She was ecstatic and shouted loudly: "Pengju, Pengju..."

After a sharp pain, she suddenly opened her eyes, but saw that a pair of hands had just moved away from her body, it was obvious that she had pinched herself severely just now.

The devil!

Jin Wushu's heart was about to burst into flames, that damned woman was thinking about Yue Pengju everywhere!He deliberately smiled as if nothing had happened, and lowered his voice: "Be good, I will take my son to have dinner with you, otherwise, I will never let you see him again in the future." Then, without waiting for Hua Rong's answer, he ordered, a The maid came in with the child.

When the child cried for a long time, he suddenly saw his mother, raised his little hand, and rushed towards her: "Mom, mother..."

Hua Rong hugged her son, tears pouring down like rain, little Lu Wenlong reached out to wipe the tears off his mother's face, and kept saying, "Mom doesn't cry, mother doesn't cry..."

His mother and son hugged each other and cried, Jin Wushu was bored, but he felt strange, it was rare for this hard-hearted woman to cry like this.

Instead, he felt faintly happy.

Finally, she is still a woman!
All the maids have already stepped back, and there are very rich dishes on the table, and there are three bowls of steaming bean porridge.The bean porridge is served in a bowl of pink celadon, like sapphire, which is a masterpiece of celadon.There is also a plate of sugar ice produced in Yizhou next to it.

When the child saw his mother, he burst into tears and laughed, and smelled the steaming aroma of bean porridge, and laughed happily: "Mom, I'm hungry, let's go eat..."

Jin Wushu smiled all over his face: "Son, it's time to eat."

Lu Wenlong stretched out his hand, he picked up his son and came to the table, sat him down, brought him a bowl of bean porridge, and said with a smile: "Son, would you like to try it?"

The child saw the icing sugar next to it. There was no bleaching technology at that time. The icing sugar was brownish red, but it was crystal clear and very cute.Lu Wenlong picked up a piece with silver chopsticks and put it in the bowl. Seeing that his mother hadn't come up to eat, he turned to call her, and was about to run down with the bowl: "Mom, I'll eat for you..."

Jin Wushu has always been unwilling to pay attention to Hua Rong, and wanted to give her a cold shoulder, but seeing his son like this, he had no choice but to call Hua Rong again: "You eat first."

Hua Rong saw the rope behind her, the bondage that was untied before her son entered the door, and she didn't even have time to hide it, so she smiled lightly: "Jin Wushu, why do you have to pretend to be a good person?"

He put another piece of candy ice for his son, as if he didn’t hear Hua Rong’s sarcasm, and said to his son with relish: “People describe Tangbing with a poem ‘Don’t wait for a thousand years to become amber, just doubt the frozen wine in June’. People in the twelfth lunar month During the New Year sacrifices, we drink bean porridge with iced sugar, this is the custom of the Song Dynasty..."

Children naturally don't understand what it means. After taking a sip of the sweet bean porridge, they find it delicious, so they simply pick up a piece of sugar ice and put it in their mouth, bite it with a "bang", laugh happily, and grab another piece Tang Bing shouted: "Mom, this is delicious, come and eat..."

Hua Rong finally saw his son, so naturally he didn't want him to see the cruelest side, so he walked to him with a smile, sat down next to him, and said softly: "Son, bean porridge is not eaten like this, Come on, mom will get you..."

She added a little something, stirred it, and then handed it to her son: "Do you think it tastes better this way?"

The child took a sip and said happily: "Mom, this is more delicious, you eat it too..." He turned to Jin Wushu and smiled, "Father, why don't you eat it? You eat it too..."

Jin Wushu sat down opposite him with a smile, and took a bite of bean porridge, but it felt sweet and smooth, and after a bowl, there was a lingering aroma in his mouth.He looked at Hua Rong again, Hua Rong also ate a bowl, she ate very slowly, only carefully picked some of his favorite side dishes for her son, her every move was extremely gentle.

He looked a little crazy, this woman has always had different faces.This side, why doesn't she always show this side?Isn't that her best and most beautiful side?
If she has always been like this, a family of three, happy and harmonious, why bother to torture her and bind her?

With this thought, he was shocked, and only then did he realize what he was longing for.From the age of 20 or [-], he has been a soldier and a horse. [-] years have passed, but the years of swords, guns, swords and halberds have not changed. There are only a handful of days at home. In addition, his biological mother died early, and the wolf master’s father has many children. He himself is a soldier. , coupled with the natural rough feelings of a big gold man, the love that can be allocated to him is almost negligible.

However, who knew that besides fighting, the joy of family is also very important?In addition to leaning against the red and nestling in the green, and venting desires, isn't the harmony between husband and wife and children also a kind of family happiness?In particular, the more influenced by the culture of the Southern Dynasties, the more I like their family happiness.

He was ecstatic that Yelu Guanyin was pregnant, but this dream was soon broken by King Qin, and besides humiliation, it was still humiliation.

Now, the "three members of a family" gather together for a feast and enjoy themselves happily. Isn't it one of the pleasures that I most yearn for in my heart?My beautiful wife and young son are all to my satisfaction!
He sighed in his heart, if he wanted to have all this, he could only use coercion, then he might as well force it to the end.People are always stronger than fate, aren't they?Hua Rong, since the golden camp of the Liu Family Temple, her fate has long been doomed to be in her own hands.Just like other generals of the Jin Kingdom, they took Song girls as concubines and forced them, but I didn't see any unhappiness from them.Women, if you have to use strength to conquer, then you have to use strength.

While eating, he watched the intimacy of mother and son, but Hua Rong turned a deaf ear to it, as if there was no one else around.After the mother and son finished their meal, the child pestered his mother to tell a story. Hua Rong told a story about a big bad wolf. He was sleepy after listening to it. He fell asleep in his mother's arms with his little hands hanging down limply. .

Hua Rong hugged her son, the farther away she was from Lin'an, the little man in her arms became the only comfort.The son's body was so warm, she hugged her tightly, and even forgot about her own situation, she took a brocade blanket and covered him, listening to his slightly hot breathing.

(End of this chapter)