Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 633 Tossing and Turning
That night, King Qin tossed and turned, and for the first time stayed alone in the empty room, feeling as if his heart was being scratched by a cat.In the past, even if I couldn't OOXX, as long as she was by my side, as long as I could smell her familiar breath, it would be a great comfort.Now, he suddenly became himself alone, and even his sons were next door, and he felt unbearable.

He got out of bed and wanted to go out, but he held back forcibly. It was just one night, and after this night, everything would be fine.

After suffering like this for a night, he was happy and impatient, and at dawn, his eyes were as red as a rabbit.Flying, I went to find my bride.

The sound of firecrackers, the fluttering of ribbons, the bustling crowd, the island is like a grand festival, and all the residents gather together.

When Li Tinglan and another female family member walked out with the help of the bride who was covered with a red hijab, the audience erupted.

King Qin also changed into new clothes, with a red belt and colored balls around his waist, and he was so excited that he rubbed his hands together.

"My lord, quickly pick up the bride..."

"My lord, haha, look, my lord is shy, my lord's face is blushing..."

……

Uncle Yang sat on the high platform, with the old gods present, and it was the first time he really enjoyed the feeling of being a parent.Suddenly, a pair of small hands grabbed his neck, cold.

"Little Tiger, what are you doing?"

"Grandpa, who is that masked man?"

"Silly boy, it's your mother."

"Why is Mom covering her head?"

"..."

"Grandpa, what are you doing sitting here?"

"Cough cough cough..."

As soon as Lu Wenlong grabbed his braid, he pulled it away, preventing him from continuing to harass.However, he quickly changed his goal and jumped up and down: "Father, I want that big flower too..."

It was the big red flower in King Qin's hand.

Uncle Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but it was still Lu Wenlong, so he simply hugged him and put on a straight face: "Little Hutou, if you keep making trouble, I won't like you anymore."

"I don't want to make trouble. I really want to wear that big flower."

Uncle Yang laughed: "Boy, do you want to wear it? Let's talk about it in another 20 years."

……

Three sounds of joy, the auspicious time has come.

The newlyweds pay homage and are sent to the bridal chamber.

The red candles are burning high, and the room is full of enchantment.

She was a little strange, and was about to ask, but Qin Dawang smiled strangely, "Wenlong is still sensible. Besides him, who else can control the little tiger head? Hahaha, it's really one thing. This kid only obeys Wenlong. Wen Long talks to him more effectively than me."

Hua Rong laughed, but he was careful and thought of all this.

The more he talked, the more excited he became, and after a good night's sleep, he became so energetic again: "Girl, I really want to have a little girl..."

She bit her red lips slightly: "Hey, a girl is still a kid, how can she give birth as soon as she wants?"

"Why not? As long as we work hard, we will soon have a little girl...Come on, it's time to work hard..."

She was limp and powerless at all, so she blushed and let him do whatever he wanted.

In fact, neither of them knew that Little Tiger was dragged to the beach by Lu Wenlong instead of being quiet.

A pile of sand, Lu Wenlong sat opposite him.

Little Hutou watched curiously as his brother folded a branch, made gestures on the beach, and quickly drew a model of a sand table.

"Brother, what are you drawing?"

"It's a sand table. It's used for combat analysis. Dad taught me before..." No, it was taught by the fourth prince.He slipped his mouth, but of course Xiaohutou would not know, he immediately felt relieved, "Little Hutou, my mother gave me a copy of Yue Daddy's Art of War and asked me to study it carefully. I have already recited it by heart along the way, and I will teach it to you." OK?"

The little tiger clapped his hands, "Okay, brother, teach me...but why do we need to learn the art of war?"

"I heard from Uncle Ma Su that there might be a war. We are men, so of course we have to look like men. Don't you want to protect mother?"

"Think, I will beat anyone who bullies my mother."

"Okay, then you just listen to me. I will teach you marksmanship every day from now on. You are not allowed to be lazy."

"I must listen to my brother. By the way, what are mom and the others doing? Why don't they play together? Where's Dad? I'm going to find Dad..."

"I just said that I want to listen to my brother, but now I don't listen? Xiaohutou, look, the enemy is coming from here..."

Little Hutou looked at his brother's gestures curiously, and completely forgot to ask his mother and father.On the beach, the sand table is so naive and rough, but the tall boy has grown up slowly.In life, besides play, there are many more important and urgent things.Because he had already experienced two brutal and bloody battles, he was even faintly like a little general.

This winter, heavy snow filled the air.

The inside and outside of Yanjing was completely covered in silver, and even the palace where the wolf lord joined forces had to temporarily suspend renovations.

This morning, Jin Wushu woke up very early.There was a brazier burning in the room. Although it was very warm, it was far less comfortable than the old Shangjing Tukang.This is the style of Yanjing, which has completely imitated the customs and habits of the Song Dynasty, and is also full of the golden powder and fragrant flavor of the Southern Dynasty.However, now it seems that Dong Shi imitated the pillow with embroidered flowers.

When he was young, he never felt like this, and even felt that the kang was vulgar.Now I suddenly feel that Tu Kang is so kind.Fragrant things are often not practical, just like the prosperity of the Song Dynasty, they are always vulnerable.

He went to the window and opened it.

The wind and snow blowing towards him like knives made his face burn with pain.

He stood there for a long time, trembling slightly.The fourth prince who used to be a golden and iron horse can't even bear this snowstorm!

Wu Qimai pushed the door open and came in, saw him open the window, snowflakes covered his hair, he said in surprise: "Fourth prince, why are you standing here? Be careful of the cold..."

A cloak was offered, and he put it on.It was a rich black mink.Ginseng, mink fur, and Ulagrass are the three treasures of his hometown.

He stroked the soft fur of the mink fur and sighed, "This is better."

Wu Qimai saw that he was a little bit more energetic, and said with a smile: "It's better to hunt some for the fourth prince when spring begins."

He didn't answer.It's spring, when will it be spring?

"Fourth prince, there is news from Gao Yigong that Qin Hui has died of illness, and the entire Qin family has been exiled to Lingnan..."

This was expected, he said lightly: "Qin Hui has lost his conscience all his life, and to have a good death is already a great gift from heaven to him."

"That's right, if it wasn't for the fourth prince, Qin Hui might have died long ago."

Jin Wushu walked to the side and picked up his big hat.

"Fourth prince, do you want to go out?"

"Wu Qimai, you accompany me to the palace."

"Fourth prince, such a cold weather...do you want to go another day? Your body can't bear it..."

He shook his head, picked up a letter on the table with his own hands, put it in his arms, and walked out slowly.

At the door, stood his black horse.He looked at this old horse that had followed him through life and death for more than ten years.It is very old, and it is no longer the god of the past.There is another horse, the famous "Black Moonlight", but it is in its prime, the most splendid time, but Black Moonlight is gone.

"Fourth prince, why don't you take a sedan chair?" Wu Qimai said cautiously, "You are sick, besides, this is Yanjing..."

He resolutely said: "My son of Dajin, there is no custom of sitting in a sedan chair! Pampered, this is how the Song Dynasty perished, how can we repeat the same mistakes?"

He got on his horse.At this moment, his movements were so vigorous, as if he had returned to the heroic days when he was all-powerful.However, Wu Qimai noticed that after he sat down, his body shook slightly, and one hand subconsciously pressed his heart, and then let it go quickly.

28 The lady ran out, her voice full of surprise: "Fourth prince, fourth prince..."

Jin Wushu said indifferently: "What's the matter with you?"

"Are you going to the palace? Don't forget to ask for the title for your son. Lord Wolf will definitely agree to you. You are the number one hero in the Kingdom of Jin. How can he not listen to you? You have to remember Ah, to win the title for your only son..."

He smiled lightly, hit the horse and left.

Wu Qimai gave Lady 28 a hard look, and even he was filled with sorrow and anger.A hero is like the fourth prince, and his final situation is only mediocre.

In the palace, Heci was drinking and having fun with a group of concubines.Yesterday, a vassal of the Song Dynasty presented him with a good thing: cold food powder.

After taking this stuff, I feel like I'm in high spirits, my whole body is dry and hot, and I feel extra energetic when I wake up. The three concubines of Yuxing just went to bed, and they woke up early in the morning and started playing again.These are the blessings that an emperor should have. He thought, if he can be the emperor of the Southern Dynasty for a lifetime, he will appear honorable. How can he be stretched if he wants to decorate a palace?

When the palace people came in, they were also eunuchs. After arriving in Yanjing, Jin Guo really used a large number of eunuchs, and they also learned from Song Liao.

The eunuch held his sleeves: "Report to Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince is asking to see you."

Heci was in high spirits, it wasn't that he didn't want to see anyone, but he heard that it was Jin Wushu, so he said immediately: "Chuan, no, I will go out in person, and see my fourth uncle? The fourth uncle has recovered? Hahaha, great Very, very good..."

In the imperial study room, he was wearing a toga with long sleeves. Jin Wushu looked at him carefully. Except for the Jurchens’ braids on his head, he was already a son of a Han man. Even his body shape completely inherited the bones of a Han man—— ——Drunk and lusted for a long time, he was almost as weak as the young Song Qinzong back then.

His heart skipped a beat, it shouldn't have been unexpected, but he still felt that the room had suddenly cooled down, as if the last heat in the brazier in the imperial study was about to evaporate slowly.

"Fourth uncle, the brazier in the imperial study is so warm, why don't you take off your cloak?"

He shook his head, no matter how hot the brazier was burning, he couldn't feel any warmth. Wrapped in a black cloak, he looked like a huge cold bird.

"The minister is here today to offer His Majesty the three strategies against the Song Dynasty." He took out the letter from his arms, which was also a memorial, and handed it over, "Please read it, Your Majesty."

He Ci took it over, and saw that it was simple and clear, and it said "Three Strategies to the Song Dynasty".However, he read it again, but he didn't get the point. He was habitual and had no interest in these military affairs. He used to have his stepfather to help him read it, but now?Of course, the fourth prince helped to watch.

"Fourth Uncle, if you want a clever plan, just implement it. I will definitely support you."

"Your Majesty, you should take a good look at it. The affairs of the country are all up to you. From now on, you will be the only decision maker."

(End of this chapter)