Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 608 Don't Leave
His voice was even more strange, his throat kept making strange noises, and he was almost speechless: "Girl, come here..."

But she took a step back, her eyes filled with smiles: "No, I won't come if you don't get well. Qin Shangcheng, unless you can stand up and walk one day, otherwise, I won't come..."

With raging desire burning in his chest, King Qin looked at the little tricks in her eyes, threatening, playful, full of tenderness, and little cunning—back, at this moment, she was a 17-year-old green shirt girl again.

How good.

His heart beat wildly again.He simply closed his eyes and listened to his own heartbeat.

Even Hua Rong could hear his heartbeat beating like a drum.

this person.

man!

She bit her lip and walked over, stopped in front of the bed, stretched out her hand to touch his chest, and suppressed a smile: "The heartbeat is so fast, have you never seen a beautiful woman?"

He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms, but touched the wound, screamed, and ignored her, just hugging her like this, even if it hurts.He hugged her fiercely, wanting to crush her completely and blend into his body.

It's been a long time, but now, it's finally back, it's all back.

Leaning in his arms, she felt the same way, as if a lonely boat that had been swaying in the sea for a long time had finally docked and anchored in his harbor.Too tired, need to berth, and he has been waiting there.

He stroked her wet hair with his big hand, took a piece of torn clothes as a big handkerchief, and kept rubbing it for her. This white hair was a testimony of heartbreak, he thought, after finding a cure for her Before taking the medicine, at least wrap it up for her.In this world, what can make people's white hair turn black overnight?It was the passing youth, the deepest sorrow and despair, all because of myself!

She turned white overnight because of herself.

Strong desire combined with strong heartache, his hands were even more gentle, he gently grabbed her hair, making each strand clean and smooth.

He said softly: "Girl, may I tie a headscarf for you?"

"You also wear a hijab?"

"I don't know how to study? Girl, I'll make you the most beautiful headscarf, I'm sure you'll be satisfied."

She said sweetly: "Okay, I should also wrap it up, otherwise, if the little tiger head sees me, it will scare him."

Just this one sentence, King Qin's heart is cut like a knife.But as if nothing had happened, he stretched out his big palm, got a piece of handkerchief, and wrapped it for her casually: "Girl, when I go back, I will find you many beautiful scarves to wrap, and I will tie your headscarf for you every day..."

Is this reversed?Didn't you tie it for him?
"Are you cooking for me too?"

"Ah."

"Would you like me some tea too?"

"Ah."

"Are you also the one who gave birth to the child?"

"Ah..." He promised too smoothly, and then he reacted happily, "Girl, I don't know how to cook, and I don't know how to fry tea, but I will definitely learn to make it for you... as long as you like, no matter what I'll do everything for you..." He bit her ear lightly, and whispered sweetly, "You are only responsible for giving birth, and you can ignore everything else..."

"Pooh!"

He was not good at his hands and feet, and he couldn't fix it after a long time. Hua Rong couldn't sit still, and felt weird. When he struggled, his hand loosened, and the veil fell to the ground.

"Look, how stupid, clumsy..."

Her body softened, and when he turned her around, her anger had been sealed.

It was his kiss, even if he couldn't move, at least he could kiss.

She was dizzy, and after a while, she struggled to get rid of him, giggling, but unable to breathe, feeling dizzy and happy.It was the happiness of being alive, the happiness of living with him.

How good.

His rustling voice was thick and nasal, and the sweet enthusiasm just now was still greasy in his throat, and he couldn't wait any longer. He gritted his teeth: "Damn, I need to get better soon..."

Hee hee, if you feel bad, of course you can't do that.Who doesn't know that he wants to die?
Hua Rong gloated, wrapped his arms around his neck, and bit his ear lightly: "It deserves it, it's useless to think about it... Hahaha..."

King Qin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hugged her even tighter.Hugging like this is also a kind of happiness, not to mention, the two are going to get married.He suddenly became energetic again: "Girl, we are married, and we are going to have a big banquet and tell the world..."

The island is full of his people, so he can invite whoever he wants.His world is the ocean.

She smiled and said, "If you get married again, will you be angry with Uncle Yang?"

"He won't be angry. It's too late for him to be happy for me. Hehe, if he wants to be angry again, I will ask Xiao Hutou to shave off his beard."

Hua Rong leaned in his arms, her heart was so peaceful, in fact, at this moment, no matter whether it was Uncle Yang or others, everything was no longer difficult.How can you be overwhelmed by any other small difficulty after such a difficult life and death?
Never again.

Just when he was waving the deer knife like a lion king for the last fight, she had already made up her mind that even if she couldn't take revenge, even if she paid all the price, no one could stop her from approaching him!

No matter what strength it is!

She leaned softly in his arms, listening to his heartbeat softly, closing her eyelids tiredly, comfortable and carefree.

Because of King Qin's injury, everyone walked slowly.Along the way, you can see the fleeing crowd.Going forward, the situation is a little better, and there are already people smoking.But it was still barren, and the small towns that I passed by occasionally showed a sense of bleakness. The people, who could escape to the south, tried to go south as much as possible.No matter how bad it was, they went to Xiangyang or Sichuan and Shaanxi.

The further he walked, the more familiar Hua Rong felt, as if revisiting his old place, only then did he realize that it was the way to Zhongjiazhuang.Little Hutou, he was actually left in Zhongjiazhuang by King Qin?
She was full of sorrows and joys, but she couldn't say anything. The closer she got, the heavier her steps became.

Even Lu Wenlong's footsteps became heavy, looking at this magical land from time to time.In fact, he was paying attention to observing along the way, wanting to see the difference between his home country and Dajin.

King Qin saw that their mother and child looked strange, stretched out his hand from the stretcher, held Hua Rong's hand tightly, and asked softly: "Girl, little tiger's head is fine, you don't have to worry."

She was actually not worried about the safety of the little tiger head.It seems to be close to the hometown.A lot of memories came to my mind together, inextricably linked, the escape at sea, the turning point of the fate of Zhongjiazhuang—even, Yue Pengju!
Every piece, every pile, how can I forget it?
At this point, it is already autumn.Qiuhu just showed his head.

The poplars and willows in Chongjiazhuang have not changed.During the torrential rain a month ago, the scenery along the way seemed to be revived. The mountains and clear waters are truly beautiful, and the green poplars are shaded. This is a paradise where one side is opposite. Maybe it’s the old heroic soul who suppressed the surrounding demons and ghosts. The weather here has always been smooth. , the population is relatively the largest.

In the distance, a child came running.

The child was very stout, with braids soaring to the sky, arms bare, a golden tiger skin apron tied around his waist, and small boots on his feet.With a wooden musket in his hand, he was chasing a Dalmatian.Behind him, an old scholar was chasing him with a long ruler, panting, "Little Tiger Head, don't run... Come back to study quickly, if you don't study, you will be spanked..."

This little guy apparently sneaked away while the old gentleman was not paying attention during class.

The little guy didn't care what the old man was saying, he ran and cheered, but suddenly stopped, looking curiously at the group of people who stopped in the distance.Around, some herding cattle and sheep, and some men in the crop fields also inadvertently put down their work and watched the group of people warily.

Hua Rong was also dumbfounded, staring blankly at the child, he has grown so big.And tanned.However, those bright eyes are still so big, so round, and dripping, as if there are endless curiosity and fantasy hidden in them.

Her eyes were wet, she jumped off the horse, she just looked at him, unable to speak, and forgot to run up to hug him.

The child also looked at her in a daze, looking at this strange woman with a turban covering her head covering all her hair.With a clean face and teary eyes, the expression was so familiar, but for a while, she couldn't recognize who she was.

It was the man on the stretcher who spoke first, and his voice was full of ecstasy: "Son... little bastard... come here, son... little tiger head... Dad is back, your mother is back..."

"Daddy, Daddy..." He cheered, waving his wooden gun and rushed up, forgetting about the chasing Dalmatians, and kept shouting, "Daddy, Daddy..."

He knew his father, but he was no longer a stranger to his mother.

On the way, his small body was embraced by both hands, Hua Rong hugged him, tears streaming down his face, son, this is his own son.

He rolled his eyes and kept looking at King Qin in front of him.He knows Dad better, because the time with Dad is much longer than with his mother.He kept struggling in her arms and was surprised, but he felt that the hug gradually became familiar, as if on the beach, his mother hugged him like this, and he sprinkled a lot of fine sand on her body... He stretched out his hand and pushed her , but softly, touched the tears on her face.Surprised, he stopped.

King Qin stared at him on the stretcher next to him, laughed and scolded: "Little bastard, don't you recognize your own mother? Don't you fight every day to find your mother? How come you don't recognize your mother anymore? Shout out!" Mother, shout..."

He whimpered, drowning out Hua Rong's sobs: "Daddy, daddy..."

King Qin couldn't help laughing: "Call Mom... Hurry up, or I won't like you in the future. Call..."

The child was threatened, his face was flushed, and because of the mother's tears, the nature of mother and child was opened, and he shouted timidly: "Mom..."

"Son..." Hua Rong stroked his soaring braid, tears streaming down his face.

His wooden gun fell to the ground, but he giggled, it was the nature of mother and child, the harmony between parents and children, and stretched out his fat arms to hug her neck: "Mom, mom, you don't even come to me .I look forward to your return every day...Mom, where have you been? Why did it take you so long to come back?"

"Son, mom won't leave you...never leave you again..."

(End of this chapter)