Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 615 The Ruins
On the opposite side of them, Hua Rong put the collected red leaves into a large rough porcelain vase with a smile on his face.The room is clean, the table is spotless, a handful of water, a handful of red leaves, interspersed with some found leaves and weeds with special shapes, decorated like a pot of delicious flower arrangements, making this small room radiant and full of vitality. Vigorous, full of a kind of tranquility and leisure in troubled times.

King Qin and the two children were tired from arm wrestling, and couldn't help but want to hum when they broke their throats. Seeing that the two sons were facing a formidable enemy, he laughed and said, "I can't sing well, let my mother sing, okay?"

"Yes, mother sings well. Let's listen to mother."

Hua Rong turned around with a smile, and there was a dilapidated guqin on the table, which belonged to an old scholar.The old scholar still maintains the elegance of a scholar in his dynasty. Even in troubled times, he always brings this guqin with him, and occasionally tries to play it for the children.But these urchins, are they willing to quietly listen to what he babbled and sang?He often sighed that he was playing the piano to a cow, so after Hua Rong stayed, he heard that Hua Rong could play the piano, so he simply gave the piano to Hua Rong.

The plain table and rough stool reveal a sense of elegance.The person playing the piano has ten fingers that are inversely proportional to her hair. They are still verdant, like the tip of a scallion, passing across the strings in a long way, and the sound is drop by drop, like the first rain in early summer, moist, And cool:
When the great river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and the heroes of the ages.Therefore, to the west of the rampart, the humanity is: Three Kingdoms Zhou Lang Chibi.The rocks pierced through the sky, the stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.Picturesque, a moment how many hero.

Thinking back to the time when Gongjin was young, Xiao Qiao was married for the first time, and she was majestic and heroic.Feather fans and scarves, while talking and laughing, masts and sculls are wiped out in ashes.If you travel in the motherland, you should laugh at me passionately, and you will be born early.Life is like a dream, and a bottle is still pouring into Jiangyue.

This piece was originally intended to be a big man in the Kanto region, standing by the iron stove, majestic and magnificent, deep and graceful... However, under the elegance of the guqin, it has a special taste.

Lu Wenlong listened quietly, his youthful feelings were tender for a moment, as if he was in a very strange environment, and the natural appreciation in his genes was awakened.He loves this piece far more than he loves folk songs on the prairie.He asked his mother, "Who is Zhou Lang?"

"Zhou Lang? His name is Zhou Yu. He is as famous as Zhuge Liang. He is a super-famous hero with extraordinary resourcefulness."

"They are so powerful, why did Song Guo still lose the battle?"

Just this question made Hua Rong feel extremely sad.Yes, Zhuge Liang and Zhou Gongjin were romantic for a while; Emperor Taizong of Tang and Emperor Taizu of Song were dominant for a lifetime.It's a pity that they were not born in the same era, they have already gone west.There were no heroes at the time, only Qin Hui and Zhao Deji. Therefore, we could only lose power and humiliate the country. A civilized country with a population of nearly 13 million bowed its head to a small clan that started with [-] cavalrymen.

Lu Wenlong's confusion was submerged in her low-pitched singing, seeming to understand, yet not understanding.Everything about the Song Kingdom was curious, fresh, and inconceivable to him.

King Qin closed his eyes and listened quietly. This was a completely unfamiliar feeling to him, but he got used to it naturally, as if it should be like this in his previous life.The little tiger leaned his head against his arms, with his braids soaring against his chin, resting his cheeks on his hands, listening so earnestly.A child also has the ability to appreciate aesthetics. Every time his mother sings, he will be quiet and forget even his stubbornness.

At the end of the song, she stopped, her fingers still pressing on the strings, the aftertaste lingered, filling the room with the fragrance of flowers.

King Qin opened his eyes and met her gaze, gentle, calm, and with a hint of emotion.She was wearing a headscarf, which densely covered her white hair, revealing only a clean face with delicate eyebrows, as if time had not left a trace.In the face of joy, what is time actually?He stared at her, and whenever this happened, he would stare at her deeply, that heartbeat feeling was always a secret, she was so beautiful and fresh from beginning to end.Just like the summer when I was 17 years old.

As long as she is there, no matter where, it feels like home, so beautiful.

It turns out that joy is the greatest pleasure in the world.

At night, a single lamp.

Little Hutou had already fallen asleep, and Lu Wenlong was sitting at the desk with a piece of paper spread on it.On the paper is his own handwriting, which is a song "Man Jianghong".It was a nursery rhyme hummed by Little Tiger Head, which was also sung by his mother. He thought it was very good, so he wrote it down and wrote it down on paper.At this time, I knew it was Father Yue's own work.

King Qin told them many stories about Father Yue.My father, Lu Deng, and father Yue, Pengju, are all first-rate heroes.When he was in the Kingdom of Jin, he was fascinated by them; now that he has returned to his homeland, he is even more proud of it.

He pestered King Qin to tell a lot about Lu Deng's past, but King Qin didn't know much about Lu Deng, and he was always vague.Hua Rong could talk a little more, but it all came from the fierceness of Lu Deng and his wife after their death, and Hua Rong knew nothing about their life.Because of the war, Chu'an Prefecture has long been in ruins, and coupled with years of severe drought, it is even more empty.

Although Lu Wenlong regretted it, he couldn't help it. In his own memory, there was also a blank about his biological father and mother, and he could not recall it at all.But because of this, too sad emotions can not be aroused, so the young boy can still maintain a happy state of mind. When King Qin and Xiao Hutou are playing tricks, he is always happy and laughs more and more.

But it feels weird, it turns out that Father Yue is Xiaohutou's biological father; Lu Deng is his own biological father; neither of them is the son of King Qin.But he, the big bad guy, was so fatherly.No, he is the real father.Even though he still called King Qin a "big villain".No one told him to change his words, but he really respected him as "Daddy" in his heart.As early as when he saw him rushing to protect himself and his mother with a deer knife, he admitted it from the bottom of his heart.

But he thought of Yanjing's study, Shangjing's study, his little prince's clothes, the exquisite crown, those days full of glory and love.He was once the happiest and most favored child in the Dajin Kingdom - because his father was the fourth prince.

He picked up a pen to write and paint, and everything he knew about the Song Kingdom at the beginning was taught by his father, the fourth prince.He spared no effort to pamper and give the greatest degree of material gifts, never stingy.Even the independent and luxurious courtyards of each of his mansions cannot be compared even if he is the most favored concubine of the fourth prince.

The closest person turned out to be an enemy.

He couldn't contain the misery in his heart, he wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry out.Because, he found that he was still thinking about that person every day - thinking about the big enemy who killed his father and mother, ransacked his family and exterminated his family, he loved him, he always loved him so much!
What about him?Will he still think of himself?

Before the father and son broke up, Lu Wenlong knew that he had another son, and Mrs. 28 gave birth to another son.Someone took his throne, and maybe, he would never miss himself again.

He was afraid because of this, and trembled slightly, but he still couldn't cry, and his heart was miserable.No way, the fourth prince—father, how could he forget himself?

As if he really had completely forgotten.

Under such alternating and chaotic thoughts, he couldn't fall asleep, nor could he meditate. He could only write, holding a brush, and writing "Manjianghong" stroke by stroke on the spread rice paper.

The door was pushed open, there were soft footsteps, it was Hua Rong, she always came in every night to take a look, and covered her sons with quilts to prevent them from catching cold.

She came in quietly, but saw that Lu Wenlong hadn't fallen asleep so late at night.She walked over and saw that there was a thick stack of papers spread out, each of which was "Manjianghong". The messiness of the writing shows how haggard and struggling the writer is.

The eyes are blurry, time and space seem to be changing, on the beach, among the woods, on the stone slab, that simple boy writes on the ground with sand, stroke by stroke, so serious:

"Sister, is this my name? You write my name?"

"Sister, I can also write..."

"Sister, do you like this bright red shell?"

"Sister, don't be afraid, I will take you away, I will definitely take you out..."

……

Her eyes were slightly moist, and she took out something from her bosom, which was kept in a small brocade bag, neatly folded.

Spread out in front of Lu Wenlong was a piece of yellowed paper, soaked in blood, but the pine ink was so clear, the handwriting on it could be seen through, and each word was so strong, full of a kind of angry heroism.

It was Yue Pengju's authentic handwriting, and it was his handwriting back then.

Lu Wenlong stared closely at the flamboyant handwriting, as if every word had vitality, and every word was slashed at once, smiling proudly in the world, telling a story of a heroic past that cannot be recovered.

Because of this, his blood boiled with passion and he yearned for it infinitely.Mom, King Qin, told so many stories, but none of them were as shocking as witnessing this handwriting.Only a hero can write such vital words, such resounding words of gold and stone.Only a hero can, between the lines, revive a lost time forever.

This is Yue Pengju!The hero is here, so far away, but so close.Just like what I saw when I was a child, he sat under a big tree and made himself two guns, long wooden guns, with such a gentle smile and such a heroic appearance.

Because of this painting, he got close to a person and truly worshiped him.

He was excited and proud: "Mom, this belongs to Father Yue? Can you give it to me?"

She smiled, this was the first time her son asked herself for a gift.Can you not give it to him?For so many years, this word has been closely following her, firmly hidden in her chest, even if it is the battle of Lin'an, even if it is the panic in the grassland, even if it is to assassinate Qin Hui, even if it is forced to a desperate situation by Jin Wushu... Every day Once, every time, when I turn bad luck into good luck, and die auspiciously, who said it wasn't protected by Pengju's spirit in heaven?
This was originally her talisman, and she would never give up until she died, until her last breath.

However, it cannot be buried, everything about him cannot be buried.

It was originally meant to be left to me when I grow old, to the little tiger head.However, Wen Long asked, he is also Pengju's son, isn't he?How many innocent children became orphans in the war, she thought, Pengju would regard them as sons.

She also kept all Pengju's handwriting in a good quality brocade box and put it on Luoxia Island. It was for Little Hutou at that time, and King Qin asked him to keep it.King Qin never opened the box to see what it was, but he was entrusted by others to keep it carefully, waiting for the day when the little tiger head grew up, and let him handle it by himself.

She solemnly picked up the gift and handed it to Lu Wenlong with both hands: "Son, this is the relic of Father Yue, you need to keep it carefully."

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(End of this chapter)