Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 578
"Father...it's really delicious, this tea is really delicious, but your fried tea doesn't have flowers, birds, insects and fish...it doesn't have the pattern of mother's..." Lu Wenlong's joyful voice.

"Yeah, it's a great pity. Hehe, even a genius can't automatically understand these transfigured flowers, birds, insects and fish. I'm not as good as your mother in this regard."

"But, father, it's your first time doing it, and it's already very good."

It was the first time Jin Wushu accepted his son's praise, his eyebrows were beaming, he waved his hand, and stopped again.

Lu Wenlong looked at him cheerfully. He had been observing carefully, and always felt that there was an undercurrent between his parents—the people he called father and mother were not a family, what a strange combination.The father even had to help the mother. Why did the mother come back without any complaints?However, this time, things didn't seem to be like this. There was no displeasure between them in a polite manner. On the contrary, there was a vague intimacy—a kind of friendship that he couldn't describe. I just feel a little warmth, hope so, always be like this, life is still here.

It's just that he doesn't know how life can be static!
Just like time, it always slips away slowly and slowly.

Jin Wushu looked over and was meeting Hua Rong's gaze. Her expression was indifferent, but with a little anxiety, she asked the question again: "Hailing, will you make things difficult for you?"

"Embarrassing?! Hailing Huangkou, he is not worthy to be the prince's opponent!"

At this moment, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and he was the real fourth prince again.Hua Rong breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt happy.The soil here is really not suitable for the breeding of gentlemen, whether it is the Song Dynasty or the Jin Dynasty, it is the same, and it is the soil influenced by the Confucian way of monarchs and ministers.

"No way, father, Hailing wanted to trouble us that day..."

Jin Wushu's gaze prevented his son from continuing, but Hua Rong turned a blind eye and only looked at Lu Wenlong: "Have you seen Hailing too?"

"He spoke rudely to Dad, and was beaten up by Dad. Mom, this person is so hateful..."

Jin Wushu coughed, and Lu Wenlong had no choice but to shut up. He hesitated, but he mustered up his courage: "Father, can't even mom say it?"

Jin Wushu was startled, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the trace of anxiety in Hua Rong's eyes.Is this anxiety because of myself?Because of yourself?She is also worried about herself?

He laughed, picked up the fourth and fifth cups of tea in the back—the inferior products of Sencha, and he drank it purely because of thirst. He used a large bowl and was very bold. generally.

Only then did I understand what was between me and her—the moment when I really let go of my heart, lived in harmony, and had no grievances.Everything in the past was calculated, even under the tenderness and sweetness, it was full of suspense. I don't know when and where I will really let go of my defenses.As everyone knows, the friendship between people depends on time to cultivate.Love at first sight is gorgeous, but it's too short, like fireworks. For the rest of the day, we need the tacit understanding of each other and the trivialities of day and night.

The so-called deep affection is the trivial tolerance; not the ups and downs.

That's it.Just like that, even if it's just making a cup of tea for her and him, it's as simple as that.

He thought, this point is so crucial, but, before, why didn't he think of it and didn't understand it?

"Hua Rong, don't worry, Hailing is really nothing to me. He will be rampant, unless the prince dies!"

Hua Rong understood, but, why did this sentence faintly reveal ominous?Only then did she focus on the man opposite. He was lazily sitting on the big chair, leaning against the backrest, in a very comfortable and relaxed state, without the vigilance and bravery of the old generals at all.There is a smile between his brows, eyes and lips, because of this, the wrinkles on his forehead appear so deep, like undulating mountains and rivers, like ordinary people everywhere on the roadside, leisurely, with three Five relatives and friends, bragging and chatting.

He also looked at Hua Rong, even his eyes were lazy, his hands were casually placed on both ends of the chair, and his sitting posture was more relaxed.Because of such unrestrained and no distance, I suddenly remembered a sentence:

When I met you for the first time, it seemed like returning from an old friend.

How nice!If it was like this back then, how good would it be?
Or, if I understood earlier and changed my attitude towards her and the means and methods of doing things, how good would that be?

In the silence, only Lu Wenlong's voice was full of pride: "Hailing dares to provoke Dad, he is dead."

Hua Rong wanted to say something, but didn't say it.The fourth prince is high and powerful, so he is naturally powerful.But he is not the emperor after all, he has to be under one person.After witnessing Yue Pengju's death, he also understood that everyone has political enemies, even Jin Wushu, how could he have no political enemies?Today, under countless bloody storms, even a small negligence and mistake may lead to a big loophole and be caught by the enemy.

If not, why does he live in seclusion in the fourth prince's mansion every day?
Jin Wushu rested his hand on his forehead, and even his voice was full of tiredness: "Hua Rong, I'm suddenly tired of war. I really hate war now, and I get annoyed at the thought of going to war."

The former war madman is now a decadent old man.

He is old!Fourth prince, is he really old?

"I hate the smell of blood, I hate seeing piles of corpses, I hate the rotten smell... You kill me, I kill you, Jin people or Song people, life is too short, I really don't know Why do you want to kill forever and endlessly..."

She thought, couldn't all this be caused by his fourth prince?
Or maybe, his later truce agreement was all because of this?In any case, it would be good to have a truce and let each other recuperate.

He looked at Hua Rong, thinking that she was going to retort or be sarcastic, but suddenly he was surprised to find that she nodded lightly, and, moreover - she didn't wear a bow and arrow!The bow and arrow that never leave the body is gone now.

She is plain and elegant, just like an ordinary woman.

He didn't realize this huge change until now after entering the door.

Why is that?
Qin Hui was stabbed, but Zhao Deji was still alive and well.The culprit is at ease, so she won't avenge Yue Pengju's vengeance?

Outside the door, Wu Qimai waited impatiently, but the maid stopped him again and again with a very low voice: "No, the fourth prince has ordered, no one is allowed to disturb him."

"But, I have something important to do, so I must see the fourth prince."

"No, the fourth prince is talking about anyone! No one is allowed to enter. Lord Wu Qimai, even you are not allowed. Please understand, the slaves are following orders..."

The maid's attitude was respectful and docile, Wu Qimai had no choice but to linger outside the door.

The night was getting dark little by little, and the midsummer sunset came to an end, poking out its face from the open window lattice, reflecting the surrounding tree branches red.The marble floor reveals a quiet coolness, smooth and clean, just like the people around.

Jin Wushu stared at Jiao Weiqin in front of him for a long time, and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, the singing fisher girl, on the edge of the West Lake, there were lively red fish with a fishy smell. She combed a fisher girl's hair in a bun, Keep your head down, like a seductive fairy in the dark night.Even such a red gaudy turban, with green silk and beauty, is like snow in a blink of an eye.The woman in front of me, how haggard she is, her thin cheeks, with the vicissitudes of the years, the hardships of half a life, only the eyes are still bright, exuding a faint brilliance.

"Hua Rong, I want to play a song."

He spoke slowly, walking towards the strings, his voice was full of enthusiasm, as if there was a kind of excitement that ignited the passion of life, so intense.

Hua Rong was noncommittal.

He didn't miss her expression at all, it was so plain, as if he had lost all enthusiasm for all the romance - only then did he understand that the suppressed sadness in the eyes, some things can never go back, just like the years, the old When you get old, you get old, and when you go, you go.No one could reach out to hold her back, just between the fingers, she went quietly.

Gone, oh, just like the years of green onions.

His fingers stretched out, and his hands, which are used to holding bows and arrows, are still slender, and the joints are long, with the strength that he should have at his age.

"Hua Rong, what song do you want to hear?"

Hua Rong shook his head, playing the piano and composing music, as if it was too long ago.I have forgotten it, I only know the mountains and forests, the savage tribe, the sound of the wind, the sound of running water, the moonlight, ah, the sound of the moonlight.

Lu Wenlong couldn't feel this kind of atmosphere, he was extremely excited, it was the excitement of a family reunion: "Mom, daddy plays the piano really well, you will definitely like it..."

Hua Rong still had a calm expression. Seeing that she did not refuse, Jin Wushu's eyes lit up, his fingers stroked the strings, and there was a series of low and rustling piano sounds: "You Song people have a saying, there is a place where there is a well. , there is Liu Yongci. Among the great writers of the Song Dynasty, my favorite is Su Dongpo and Liu Yong..." No one answered, and he sang on his own:

Standing leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is thin, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy.In the afterglow of the grass and smoke, who would lean on the fence without words.

It is planned to drunken the madman, and sing to the wine, Qiang Le is still tasteless. The belt gradually widened and he didn't regret it.

It was the first time Lu Wenlong heard such a song, he didn't know what it was like, he just felt an unspeakable lingering, sentimental, sad, and sad.Curly, the voice stayed at the end, very low, like a wisp of green smoke swirling around the roof, in the sky, and around:

The belt is getting wider and I will never regret it, because of Yixiao I am haggard

Haggard, do you know who is haggard for?

Hua Rong stood up slowly and looked at Lu Wenlong.

Jin Wushu followed her gaze.Understand, he naturally understands her reason for coming, this is parting, quietly is parting's Sheng Xiao, it is the feast of this night.Not only did she want to leave by herself, but she also wanted to take this child with her. It was Da Song's child, her child.

Lu Wenlong seemed to understand something, and suddenly felt uneasy. He looked at his father and then at his mother timidly. It was a kind of sensitivity, a kind of intuition. For the first time in his life, he was faced with a choice, a choice in life.

It was definitely not as simple as going to the savage tribe in the past. At that time, it was still within the sphere of influence of the Kingdom of Jin, and Dad could be seen at any time.He asked anxiously, "Mom, where are you going?"

"Yangzhou!"

He repeated silently, with a hint of bewilderment.Yangzhou!
(End of this chapter)