Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 526 Unbearable

The bean-sized raindrops couldn't penetrate the secret jungle for a while, but Hua Rong almost jumped up for joy, because the torch in front suddenly went out, obviously it was extinguished by the heavy rain.The Jin army lost its way because of the sudden heavy rain, and was afraid of being surrounded, so as a last resort, it retreated to the station.

With this respite, everyone was temporarily freed from the killing, but how could this group of old, weak, sick, and disabled get out of the jungle smoothly?

Hua Rong asked an old elder if he could go forward in the rain, but the old man shook his head, saying that in such a heavy rainy day, going forward would be a dead end, fortunately there was no thunder, otherwise, if you stay here, you will be struck to death by lightning sooner or later .

This rain came and went quickly, but after the heavy rain stopped, they fell into a darker world. At this time, it was just before dawn, and they couldn't see their fingers. Everyone didn't dare to light a fire for fear of attracting the golden army.

Lu Wenlong was not afraid of the fighting on the battlefield, but he was afraid of the overwhelming night. He held his mother's hand tightly, his teeth chattering slightly: "Mom, will there be a devil?"

Hua Rong hugged him tightly, the scene of almost losing her son just now almost made her collapse, she whispered in his son's ear: "Don't be afraid, with mother here, the devil will not dare to come."

"Little brother, I really didn't expect King Qin to be this kind of person..." Zhahe's voice came, angrily, with the smell of fireworks in the night.

Hua Rong suddenly remembered the previous scene, and asked: "Zhahe, who is that Anhan?"

"He served in the same army as I did earlier. Once he was injured and I rescued him, which is considered to be my friendship. However, he was later promoted. I heard that he was under Wanyan Hailing's command. Why was he transferred to the Fourth Prince? gone?"

Lu Wenlong heard that he was an acquaintance, and said happily, "Uncle Zhahe, aren't we saved?"

Zhahe smiled wryly and said, "He's just a young general, he can't be the master, he has let us go today. Don't worry, Wenlong, I will definitely protect you."

Hua Rong stared at his direction in the dark, and suddenly became eager: "Zhahe, can you take Wenlong away first?"

"Little brother!"

"mom!"

At this time, the sky is already twilight, or maybe it has been in the dark for a long time, and it has adapted to the surrounding environment, and the eyes can see a little bit.The three of them were covered in dust and blood, especially Hua Rong. Her hair was disheveled, her face was covered in blood, and she was dripping wet. She no longer looked like a human being.This was the most dangerous time she had encountered after the First World War in Lin'an.However, that time there was her husband fighting side by side, but this time, she brought a son with her, and she was in danger.

Lu Wenlong was also drenched all over, Hua Rong took out a wet handkerchief and rubbed it on his face, washing away the savage child's color on his face, and the child showed his fair and handsome face again.

"Mother?"

"Son, wash it up."

"why?"

Hua Rong shook his head, unable to explain to his son.There was a ridiculous but weak hope in his heart, if the fourth prince saw this child, saw his true colors, he hoped that he would not kill him, that's all.Although she knew that such an idea was tantamount to wishful thinking.

In the rising sun, Zhahe watched her seriously wash his son's face. Although he was rough, his eyes were hot, and he turned his head, unable to bear to watch this scene.

I already like it. Although the handsome boy has some minor injuries, he is already tall and tall, almost as tall as his mother; then, next year or the year after, he will greatly surpass his mother and grow into a real man.

Hua Rong patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "Wenlong, go and drink some water and eat something."

Lu Wenlong was also extremely thirsty, as soon as he walked away, Hua Rong looked at Zhahe.The two looked at each other, and Zhahe asked in a low voice: "Little brother, what should we do now?"

She also lowered her voice: "Zhahe, I don't want my son to be in danger. I hope he lives. If you take him out, you must go to Xiao Hutou and take care of the two brothers for me..."

Zhahe's voice choked up: "Little brother, why don't you go? You take Wenlong away!"

"Don't worry, I will definitely come to you."

"You liar! Brother, if you can go, why don't you go with us?"

Hua Rong looked disappointedly at the men, women and children behind him. This war, whether direct or indirect, was more or less brought to them by himself. How could he escape alone and let their blood flow like a river?People say that a man can do something and not do something, so can a woman get away with it?This is what she has developed during her years in the military, and it is the habit brought to her by Yue Pengju!
"Zhahe," she lowered her voice, "I'll tell you the address of Xiao Hutou, you must go to him. He has no one to take care of him..."

"King Qin will take care of him once he settles down..." Zhahe was originally confident, but at this moment, he said without confidence. King Qin didn't even save Hua Rong, let alone her son?
Hua Rong's eyes were very gloomy: "Zhahe, Pengju only has this trace of blood, if something happens to the little tiger head, I will have no hope of living in this life, Zhahe, please help me, please, Zhahe combine."

"No... little brother, you go."

"Zhahe, I beg you. Just do this for me, okay? How pitiful would the little tiger head be if he had no one to take care of him?" Her voice choked up, the little tiger head was alone in a foreign land, no father or mother , but he looked forward to his mother going back to pick him up every day.As a mother myself, what a failure.

"Little brother, you are the one who can take care of him best, you should go back..."

She gritted her teeth and leaned against a big tree with her back. She had some scars, which only she knew.Taking Wenlong by himself, relying on his own kung fu, the chances of rushing out are too small.Zhahe was much better at kung fu than his own, and Anhan might let him go, and if he left, the chances of escape would be much greater.Moreover, after going through so many things, I am already tired, the heart of revenge, the pain of traveling around the world, the cruelty of war, even if I survived, in a chaotic world, how easy is it for a single woman to take care of two sons?It is better to unload this burden and let Zhahe bear it.He was a man, and he was better at making a living than himself.It is safer for the two sons to follow him than to follow him.

She looked softly at the tall foreign man on the opposite side——a man from an enemy country.How wonderful life is, when you are in the most difficult time, you are only accompanied by this person you met by chance, and you depend on each other for life and death.There is no grievance between Hu and Han, no entanglements, only the purest and cleanest human friendship.

It turns out that the best friendship can only be hidden in the most humble people.

Zha He met her gaze with such a gentle expression, and suddenly took a step back.It was a long-standing secret hidden in my heart. A few years ago, I saw her true face for the first time at the Shooting Willow Festival—that is the goddess on the grassland, the saint on the mountain, and the daughter of a generation of famous general Yue Pengju. Wife, high above, I can only look up to.However, who knows the secrets buried deep in my heart, those secrets that I dare not reveal, those secrets that I never want to say?Even if we meet again and she has become a widow, I still can only be careful, I can only follow, I dare not tell the truth, just wishing to be by her side every day is the greatest happiness in this life.So, as soon as she opened her mouth, he left his small stall and followed her, not to mention going to the savage tribe, even if he went to hell, he was willing.

Getting along day and night during this period was a happy time he had never had in his life. Following her, he was respected, and he realized the importance of a man and the blood of a warrior.However, the good times are so short, and the war comes unexpectedly, and there is no way to avoid it.Only because of this, I feel more urgent and pity in my heart, I am the goddess in my heart, and it is blasphemy to have such a thought.Therefore, no matter where she is, no matter what she wants to do, I can only accept it unconditionally, and I am willing to do so.

"Zhahe, please help me."

However, this time, he was sober from her fascinated voice and gaze, and hesitantly refused: "Little brother, Hei Yue is going fast with bare feet, you will definitely be able to leave, and I can still resist the journey..."

"Zhahe, please help me this time. And Wenlong, if something happens to Wenlong, I won't have the face to see his parents even if I go to the Nine Springs..."

Her eyes were like the night, struggling in hell, unable to see the slightest hope.A terrifying thought came to him, and he suddenly realized that it was Yeluda who killed someone with a borrowed knife, or Jin Wushu who killed someone with a borrowed knife. No matter who it was, King Qin hid aside because of his wife and son.The most reliable person in the world suddenly betrayed, such a betrayal is more terrifying than a knife in the back of the enemy.After being drenched by the heavy rain, the wounds all over his body began to ache and tormented, penetrating into the bone marrow, and he couldn't extricate himself.

"Zhahe, please help me!"

She stared at Zhahe, as if there was only one person left in the world who she could trust.

Zhahe turned his head, unable to refuse such a plea.

Hua Rong was overjoyed, and hurriedly turned her head and shouted to her son, "Wen Long, come here."

Lu Wenlong ran over with some water and dry food: "Mom, you haven't eaten yet, so eat quickly."

Hua Rong drank some water, stuffed the dry food into his arms, and said softly, "Wenlong, hurry up and go with Uncle Zhahe."

"No, Mom, I won't go. I'll follow you. I didn't follow Dad just to be with you. I will never leave you..."

"Mother will catch up too. As soon as you leave, mother will follow."

"You lied to me, mother, if we want to go, we will go together."

"Do you dare not listen to your mother?"

Lu Wenlong threw himself into her arms, but she pushed him away hard-heartedly, and said coldly: "Wenlong, you are a little man now, and you are also a soldier. A soldier must obey orders. You must follow Zha Let uncle go."

"Don't go!"

The child was choked up, and Zhahe couldn't bear to look any longer, so he pulled him up and left.

"Zhahe, wait, let Wenlong ride my black moonlight."

This time, Zhahe could no longer hold back and retorted loudly: "No!"

Black Moonlight is Hua Rong's only hope, relying on its steed, there is still a glimmer of hope of escape, if she loses Black Moonlight again, she will die if she stays.

"Little brother..."

Hua Rong lashed his arm with a whip, like a firm iceberg: "Zhahe, don't be so wordy. Just go if you tell me." She didn't know where she got so much strength, grabbed Lu Wenlong and pulled the bay red horse off, He yelled: "Get on the horse quickly."

(End of this chapter)