Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 579 Shade
Hua Rong said softly: "Wenlong, you just heard about the Spring Breeze Ten Li Yangzhou Road, would you like to go?"

Red medicine by the bridge, green buckwheat, rippling clear waves, silent cold moon, what kind of scenery is that?He held his breath and thought seriously: "Yangzhou, how far is it from here?"

"Thousands of miles!"

Thousands of miles?Across the mountains, across the water, across the vast ocean?He was suddenly terrified, because, with his father still separated—thousands of miles away, how could he see his father again?Such a choice is so difficult.

"But, I haven't left Dajin yet. I never left..." His voice was small.

Hua Rong's eager eyes slowly dimmed.Yes, this child, he grew up here, learning Jurchen riding and shooting, Jurchen customs, Jurchen habits and diet.Da Song, what have you got to do with him?

"Mom, I'm a Jurchen, I went to Song Dynasty, will they..."

For a moment, Hua Rong wanted to shout loudly: "No, child, you are not from the Jin Dynasty, you are from the Great Song Dynasty. No one will do anything to you. Even if you are not welcome, there is no need to welcome you. It's an island, a beautiful, quiet island, isolated from the world, and doesn't need to pay attention to anyone's eyes..."

However, she didn't shout out after all, this child, he doesn't know anything, everyone tends to stay in the place they are familiar with, that is an instinct.There are always endless dangers in a strange world, which means that there are no relatives and no love and affection.Not all Song Dynasty is a good person, it is not even much better than the Kingdom of Jin.Looking at Lu Wenlong's childish eyes, she was slightly panicked, as if she had experienced a catastrophe and a big choice for the first time in her life, she felt helpless and her heart was like a knife.

He's just a kid.Originally, such a choice should not have been made!Even an adult can't easily make a judgment, not to mention, he is just a child.

Her determination was slowly wavering. Perhaps, she had wavered before she came here. Her voice was a little dry and difficult: "Wenlong, if you want to stay in Dajin, you can do it..."

He was so surprised: "Mom, wouldn't I not be able to see you again?"

She didn't answer, not knowing how to answer.

You can be perfunctory, cunning, or insincere in answering adults, but you can't answer children.Be honest with your children.Perhaps, this is the last side of each other.

Lu Wenlong was short of breath and couldn't continue speaking. In the first choice in his life, he was at a loss, scratching his head, full of a kind of deep sorrow - this kind of sorrow, originally did not belong to young people.

The room was silent, filled with an eerie silence.

The moon, slowly, slowly rises into the sky.It falls from the tall trees in the forest, and the whole world is enveloped in a soft white light.Looking out the window, through the ends of the treetops, you can see the mountains looming in the distance.It was the tallest mountain around Yanjing. The brilliance of the moon drove away the night, and it rose to the top of the mountain, and then stopped, like a passionate girl, looking at the earth softly.In the forest, there was a cuckoo's cry, which was soft and soon disappeared.

Fingers touched the strings, unconsciously, maybe it was just a mistake, and a "ding dong" broke the silence of the night.Jin Wushu suddenly regained his energy, and said in an urgent tone, "Hua Rong, can you sing a tune?"

She stood up again, and her steps had already started.

"Hua Rong, sing a tune, okay?"

He couldn't wait, as if it was the last request, it was a kind of regret in the dark, holding hands and looking at each other, red sleeves add fragrance, even if it was a dream, he hoped that it would be longer and sooner, not to mention, this dream, It's never been done.If you sing with me, it is no longer a song, but a meeting of souls.Otherwise, it is a lifelong regret.

She had already walked to the door, and looked back at Lu Wenlong again.Under the moonlight, the child was still sitting there, dazed, not knowing how to choose his own destiny.That's right, I am a Dajin man, why did I go to Song Dynasty?What's more, Song Guo, Father said, are cowards.

But besides this group of cowards, there is also my mother.

Whether it’s the porcelain from the Jun Kiln or the moonlit night at the 24th Bridge, I haven’t seen it before, and it doesn’t have a real aesthetic, and it doesn’t have much appeal.

Only, there are moms.

Mom is there.

Why is life so strange?Why can't I have a mother when I have a father?vice versa?Why not have the best of both worlds?Only grown-ups would be so complicated. It is obviously a very simple matter, but they have to make it very complicated.

This is the price of growth!
The moon slowly fell, and all the elegance of the Fourth Prince's Mansion fell into a deep sleep.Ah, hazy night, hazy drowsiness, falling asleep like this, who says it is not a great happiness?In the pond not far ahead, the white night lotus is no longer pleasing to the eye, and she is also asleep, her petals are restrained, her beauty is restrained.Jin Wushu recalled its brilliance, and a hazy feeling of tiredness appeared in front of his eyes, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Hua Rong raised one foot and was about to step out of the door.Even Lu Wenlong didn't want to wait any longer.Waiting is also a kind of intimidation and cruelty.Forget it, in this world, there are very few people who are truly happy, so why bother to eliminate the happiness of a living teenager?

With a "boom", she suddenly turned around.Under the moonlight, Jin Wushu's complexion was surprisingly pale, but there was a hint of bright red around the corner of his mouth.With a shock in her heart, she stopped raising her feet abruptly.

He didn't seem to notice her stay, he closed his eyes slightly, the suave Dongpo suit and the big Dongpo scarf all stopped, just like everyone else, standing still.

Lu Wenlong screamed: "Daddy, daddy..."

He smiled slowly: "Son, I'm fine. I just feel a little tired."

She stopped completely, her voice was very soft, but it was still the habitual faint one, as if she had no personal feelings, but when she listened carefully, it trembled slightly, like the wind blowing, the rustling sound, lonely and full of A feminine pity and sympathy.

"Fourth Prince, I suddenly want to sing a tune."

Jin Wushu felt so weird, he had never received any sympathy in his life, and he didn't need it.However, this pity comes from her, from her bright face, from her catkins that are brighter than tender branches under the moonlight, and from her rustling voice...just because it comes from her!
From her!It's the first time.Who knows if it's the last time?
When she opened her mouth, her voice was soft and rustling, with a little laziness and a little bit of unwillingness, like a pot of wine, which was overheated, but when it cooled down in winter, it brought a little desolation.

It's late autumn in my homeland, and the weather is beginning to be sober.Thousands of miles of Chengjiang seem to be practiced, and emerald peaks are like clusters.Returning to the sails to sail in the setting sun, with the westerly wind on your back, the wine flag is slanting.The clouds on the colorful boats are light, and the stars and herons are rising. It is difficult to draw a picture.

Reminiscing about the past, bustling and competing, sighing at the building outside the door, sorrow and hatred continue.The ages rely on the heights, and this is the honor and disgrace.The old things of the Six Dynasties are like flowing water, but the cold smoke and decaying grass turn green.Up to now, business girls still sing "The Back Court" from time to time.

……

His fingers touched the strings, following her rhythm.

Consciousness became very fuzzy, thinking of the wedding gift she gave him.One by Wang Anshi, one by Su Dongpo, the authentic works of the two.State of Song, a rich and beautiful State of Song, out of such a great man as Wang Anshi and Su Dongpo, why can’t the State of Song be able to withstand the sweep of iron cavalry?
The Jingkang catastrophe, the Huaiyang massacre, the search of the mountains and the sea... One pile, one piece, Fengya could not protect its people. Under the Jurchen cavalry, the women screamed when they were humiliated, and the children cried when they were displaced. , The old people lamented when they died... More, countless middle-aged people, they are all numb, like pigs, cattle and sheep being slaughtered.

Jin Wushu, he thought, how many Song people have I slaughtered in my life?How many women have been humiliated?How many old, weak, sick, disabled and poor people died on the journey of escape?

Just like a nightmare every night, hordes of evil spirits are entangled, frightening every step of the way.

So, when she parted, she still sang under the moonlight: "To this day, the merchant girl still sings, the last song of "The Backyard"!"

That was Wang Anshi's vigilance, this great statesman, he was slovenly, had no personal enemies, and dedicated his whole life to the reform and prosperity of the Song Dynasty.He was even the only minister who did not take concubines. He would lose money and send back any concubines that others brought to his door. He only guarded his fat wife and lived his life.Even if the political reform failed later and his political enemies wanted to attack him, they couldn't find any stain on his personal morality.

There has always been no shortage of such monsters in the Song Dynasty, so every time the mountains and rivers are exhausted, there will be dark flowers and bright flowers.As shameless as Zhao Deji, there is also a famous general like Yue Pengju, who has preserved his country - what has been preserved is the last port of Han culture, the last trace of decency, so that she will not be extinct and will be passed on for generations to come.

My country, who owns the world?
He suddenly felt that he understood Yue Pengju a little bit. It was a kind of majesty and a kind of nobility exuded from his bones, not because of his personal self-interest.

This is the reason why I can't keep Hua Rong!
Song country girl, Jin country prince, that's the only way, that's the only way!

Those are the parallel lines of the two worlds, which will never meet.

The two lights of the sun and the moon rise and fall at the same time. On the other side, the moonlight has already fallen on the top of the west mountain, faintly like a curtain of green gauze; Like a beautiful girl, slowly, she lifts her veil.

With light steps, Hua Rong has already walked out of the gate.

Lu Wenlong called "Mom", his voice already had a sob in it, he was crying, this little boy was crying all the time.He didn't know where to go, and he couldn't make a judgment. Every choice was heartbreaking.

Jin Wushu opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that the morning sun had already illuminated the dewdrops on the surrounding tree branches, and in the large garden of the Fourth Prince's Mansion, a peacock jumped down from the treetop, stretching its beautiful wings.Two fawns jumped out, stretching their long and graceful necks. It jumped a few times on the grass, and then straightened its torso. The shape was as elegant as a noble girl, and then it walked forward lightly.

The cry of a thrush was so clear and sweet.He suddenly remembered a book seized during the Northern Expedition. It was a poem of another nation other than Chinese. The blind man walking on the road sang the most beautiful voice in his heart:
May the road she walks be dotted with green lotus ponds
May the shade of the big tree cover the fiery sun
(End of this chapter)