Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 414

King Qin put away his pen and ink, stretched out his hand to pull Hua Rong, only to find her staring eyes, for some reason, his face blushed, and his voice hushed: "Girl, are you hungry?"

She nodded with a smile.King Qin didn't know what to say, he was agitated by a strange emotion in his heart, bent his arms, hung the pen and ink bag around his neck, stretched out his hands, picked up one big and one small, and ran quickly: "Dinner, today Have something good to eat tonight..."

"Hehe, Daddy, please slow down..."

"Daddy, lift me up..."

"Father, there is a wild fruit on my head, I want to eat the fruit..."

"Father..."

Jiaoer's voice filled her heart with happiness. It turns out that having a home and family is such a wonderful thing.

A few dishes, a jug of wine, and sliced ​​wild goat meat served on ice-green and cracked Ru kiln large plates. The careful cook also put a wild alfalfa on it, which looked fresh and refreshing.

King Qin picked up the chopsticks and first picked up some slices of meat for the little tiger's head: "Son, do you like this food?"

A glass of wine was handed over and placed in front of him. A woman's gentle voice said: "Qin Shangcheng, have a drink, is this wine good?" He took the wine glass and drank it down. In the bowl, the voice was still so gentle: "Eat something before drinking." He ate all the meat again.

Seeing the smile on his face, the little tiger yelled: "Mom, I want to drink too, and I want to eat meat too..." Hua Rong said softly, "The meat in your bowl is almost piled up into a hill." "No, The ones in Dad's bowl are delicious. I want his...Mom, I want..." Seeing King Qin's relish, he always thought that the ones in Dad's bowl were better than his own.

King Qin gave him the meat in his bowl with a smile: "Boy, they are all from the same plate, aren't they all the same?" "No, yours is from my mother, mine is not."

In a blink of an eye, King Qin saw Hua Rong's full face smiling. She was holding a rice bowl of the same color, red crispy hands, and a celadon bowl, and her eating posture was so pretty.This is the first time she pours wine, serves rice, and serves vegetables for herself, like the most virtuous wife.

He picked up his job bowl, feeling in a fog, feeling unreal.Stare at her, such bright eyes, red lips, slender fingers, like green onion tips.Of course, these are not important, what is important is that she eats with herself, takes care of herself, and behaves like a wife.How good it is.After half a lifetime of licking blood with knife-edge, he actually had a family, a wife and children.

His loud voice lowered and was very gentle: "Girl, do you want to drink?"

She smiled and shook her head.

The little tiger head immediately reached out to hold the wine cup: "I drink, I want to drink."

King Qin patted his little hand off: "Children are not allowed to drink alcohol."

Little Tiger is not convinced?Why can't children drink alcohol?Seeing how wronged he was about to cry, King Qin handed the wine cup in front of him. Xiaohu smiled, took a sip, and frowned: "It's so bitter... bah..."

King Qin laughed loudly, Hua Rong said softly: "This is not good, it will spoil the child."

"Man, I need to drink. Girl, don't worry, I won't beat him. From tomorrow on, I will teach him martial arts." He pinched the chubby cheeks of the little tiger's head. Practicing, you know?"

Little Tiger's eyes gleamed, he jumped off the table to get his wooden knife, and asked joyfully, "Daddy, is this just for practicing?"

"Yes. In addition to knives, there are also guns, bows and arrows. When you learn one by one, I have many good things for you."

Little Tiger ran back, climbed onto the stool, hugged King Qin, and kissed King Qin fiercely on the face, which made his face drool: "Hehe, Daddy is so kind."

Hua Rong served King Qin another bowl of rice, but when he saw the two of them making out with each other, the smile on his face became deeper and deeper.

It was late at night, and the little tiger head had already fallen asleep in the next room.King Qin came back from dealing with some matters, under the light, Hua Rong was sitting sewing a new single shirt.

"Girl, it's getting late, take a rest early."

Hua Rong shook his head: "I'm not tired. Go and rest first."

"Girl, what are you doing this for?"

"The weather is a bit cold, let me make you a single shirt."

It's already the end of the twelfth lunar month, and seven or eight days away, it will be New Year's Eve.Only then did King Qin realize that the wind was blowing outside the window, and he didn't feel it during the day, but it was indeed a bit cool at night.

"Your clothes are too thick, too thin, they don't fit."

King Qin has been on the island for many years. When he was thirsty and hungry, he ordered the minions to prepare food and drink. However, he never felt too cold. When he was cold, he would wear a soap coat or wear a tiger skin. He never considered whether the clothes fit or not. It was the first time I heard such thoughtful words, and when I looked at the room again, I found that the room had been tidied up completely, which was completely different from how the servants tidied up—everything was rearranged in an orderly manner. beauty and comfort.These are the same things, but with a different position and collocation, everything is different.This is the charm of a hostess!

He looked around, and his eyes fell on the big bed with the brocade tent hanging high. The bed was also replaced with a more plain-colored thin quilt, and the pillows were also newly replaced.Bridal chamber!Bridal chamber!This is the big bed in my bridal chamber!He didn't know why, but he had been thinking about this all day long, and he couldn't forget it all the time.Since Hua Rong was injured, he was in a coma for more than half a year, and for the rest of the time, he was recuperating with other injuries all over his body. He hugged her every night and accompanied her, but he couldn't go beyond that.

Now, she finally completely got rid of the lingering sick bed, and the strong smell of medicine slowly disappeared from the room, just like the feeling when she saw her calf, her throat tightened again, and the hot blood in her whole body was almost bursting from every blood vessel Come out, short of breath, stretch out your hand and put your arms around her shoulder: "Girl, let's rest, shall we?"

Hua Rong put down her needle and thread, held those big warm hands, and didn't speak for a while.

His scorching breath lingered in his ears, and his voice was so urgent: "Girl..."

This is the most ardent passion of a man who has been suppressed for many years, and he can't wait to release it.She understood, understood everything, and her body even trembled slightly because of the scorching aura.She slowly closed her eyes, he rubbed against her hair, put his hands on her waist, put his arms around her soft waist, was about to hug her, but felt something was wrong, stretched his hand up, touched her Her face was full of tears.He was very surprised: "Girl, what's the matter?"

She still closed her eyes, with tears streaming down her face: "These days, it will be Pengju's memorial day... Qin Shangcheng, I will marry you after the new year, okay?"

He was shocked, and still hugged her shoulder tightly.In my heart, she has long been and has always been my wife, but it turns out that she is not!What she thought was indeed different from her own, from Mrs. Yue to Mrs. Qin - how many years have passed!But what does it matter?After such a long time, what can't survive just these few days?

He picked her up, put her on the bed, covered her with a thin quilt, and then said softly: "Girl, everything is up to you. These few days, I will be next door, you have a good rest, and we will talk about it later in the year." .”

She didn't make a sound, just leaned against his chest.Since the death of her husband, her only support in this world has also been lost. Now, there is only him, only Qin Shangcheng.In the ends of the earth, in this life, who else can treat himself and Xiaohutou better than him?

I wanted to use all my strength to treat him well and repay him, but Pengju’s death day is approaching, and it’s just these few days, the twelfth lunar month, New Year’s Eve—the warmth of the island, no wind Xue's reminder made people forget that they couldn't feel the coming of the New Year.However, on New Year's Eve, it will come eventually, reminding myself every year that it is the day of Pengju's martyrdom.

In this situation, how can she be happy with other men with peace of mind?
"Qin Shangcheng, I'm sorry!"

He chuckled: "Girl, it's okay, our family just happened to have a good year together this year."

In the early morning, the morning light is first exposed.

The little tiger's head was pulled up from the bed, rubbing his eyes sleepily, and seeing the gleaming big knife in King Qin's hand, he suddenly became excited, and Gu Lu jumped out of bed: "Father, can I use the big knife now?"

King Qin lowered his voice: "Don't wake up mom, kid, use the wooden knife first. Only when you get older can you use the big knife."

"How long will it take me to grow up?"

"In a few years."

"How long is a few years?"

"Not long? Woke up and opened your eyes. It's been many years..."

Hua Rong stood at the door, didn't open the door, only heard the footsteps of the father and son going away, then slowly went back to sit down, and picked up the sewing frame again.

The sun has risen.

Little Tiger ran back profusely with sweat on his head, and the nurse took him to wash his face. King Qin strode in, also dripping with sweat.After a basin of washing water was put away, a warm handkerchief was handed to him: "Wash your face and eat."

There is that wonderful feeling in my heart again, that kind of tenderness from the heart, that is the tenderness of my wife.After washing his face and wiping off the sweat from his body, a clean and brand new singlet was put on him, and the gentle voice said: "Try it, why doesn't it fit you well?"

He put it on, Hua Rong fastened the belt for him, and when he stretched out his hand, his whole body was just right and fit him perfectly.

He looked at her slightly red eyes: "Girl, did you stay up late last night?"

"It doesn't take long, it's easy to do, and it will be fine soon."

He reached out to hold her hand, but she pulled it out with a smile, picked up a tortoiseshell comb from the desk next to her, and said softly, "I'll give you a bun..."

He couldn't believe his ears, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his messy hair.The memory is so vivid. When I went to the Kingdom of Jin to play tricks on Jin Wushu, I shaved my left lapel into braids and had a big bald spot in front. When I was delivering medicine to her, she found out, and then I combed my hair and did something. Slope towel.At that time, I had such a strong desire, if she combed her hair and wore a headscarf every day, how good would it be?

Her hand was slowly caressing the top of his head, it was so soft, once and for all, there was a bronze mirror in front of him, but she was so excited that she completely forgot to look at the mirror, time seemed to stop, the surroundings were so quiet, only those gentle eyes Hands fly over head.

Gentle voice: "Okay, take a look, are you used to it?"

The man in the mirror, neatly groomed, is no longer a savage with a beard and hair, and looks ten years younger.He was overjoyed, and touched the scarf with his hand: "Girl, what kind of Dongpo scarf is this?"

She smiled and shook her head: "No, this is a valley towel."

(End of this chapter)