Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 697 Peng Ju
King Qin put his hand on the parachutist's cheek, but his heart suddenly beat wildly - he almost didn't dare to put his hand down - is that a dummy?Could there be another face behind this human skin mask?
His heart was beating so fast that he couldn't do it several times in a row.

In fact, he himself was quite drunk, and when he said it, he stretched out his hand and swept it across the parachutist's face—the tight thing was human skin!

It was the parachutist himself!

He definitely wasn't wearing any kind of mask.

In this world, no matter how delicate a mask is, it is impossible to escape such close observation and tearing... It is himself.

King Qin heaved a sigh of relief, drank his big bowl of wine in one gulp, stood up soundly, ignored the people in the room, laughed and walked out.

At this time, it was already dead of night, and everything was silent.

A room full of drunks had long been unconscious, stumbling around.

Even Wang Kui and others who were arguing had already fallen asleep.

It wasn't until King Qin went out that a pair of eyes slowly opened, staring at his back blending into the night.

The strength of Qin Dawang's hand - the smell of wine on his face is still echoing in his nose.Who said King Qin is a rough man?Sometimes, he is smarter than a leopard.

However, no matter how shrewd a leopard is, how can he see prey that doesn't exist?

He sat up slowly, cishit at this moment, the alcohol all over his body almost completely disappeared.The remaining lamplight shone dimly on his cheeks and body.

Except for his erect stature, he was completely old.

Aged even faster than King Qin.

A person, as long as his heart is old and youthful, will never exist again.

Standing in the night, for some reason, he felt his eyes moist.He couldn't even remember how long ago he hadn't felt this way.

I thought, everything has been forgotten, everything has passed, unexpectedly, it is still lingering in my heart, and I will never really forget it.

When King Qin returned to the independent small courtyard, it was already four o'clock.

The shadows of the trees are whirling, and the autumn wind is refreshing.

He stopped under the shadow of the tree and did not go in.

At this time, the lights were still on in the house.At the door, there was still that familiar figure sitting.Just like many times, I don't know when she developed the habit. Every time she was at home, she always waited like this, and she would only go to sleep when he came back.Sometimes it's reading, sometimes it's some needlework; several times, when he sees her making some single shirts for himself, Xiao Hutou and Lu Wenlong under the light, he can't help but feel that faint feeling. Joy—it was a feeling of home, wife and child—prosaic and warm.

At this time, the eager excitement and joy became even more unbearable, and he suddenly pushed the door open and went in.

She wasn't surprised at all, and let the strong smell of wine waft in.

"Qin Shangcheng, you are back..."

His heart fluttered, he put his arms around her waist, buried his head, and put it on her shoulder, "Girl, have you been waiting for me?"

She smiled softly: "Yes, I'm afraid you drank too much. Before, you promised me that you would not drink too much again. "

"Haha, girl, I really didn't drink too much, you see, I don't smell like alcohol, right?"

"Such a strong smell of wine, how dare you say it?"

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"I'm really not drunk, girl, I'm really not drunk, hahaha, everyone is drunk, but I am not drunk... Even the parachutist is drunk, but I am not drunk..."

At this time, she suddenly heard the word "parachutist", and her body froze in his arms.However, King Qin was so drunk that he didn't notice it at all.

"Hahaha, the parachutist is so good...worse than me...been drunk after a few jars...hahaha, drunk too fast..."

"Qin Shangcheng, I'll fetch some water, you can wash it..." Her voice was erratic.

"No... Girl... I won't wash it anymore, I don't want to trouble you... I'm sleepy... I'm too sleepy..."

She pushed his hand away, King Qin let go of his hand, and fell on the bed, grinning: "Then... okay... okay..."

When Hua Rong fetched water, he was already lying on the bed and fell asleep.

The strong smell of alcohol on his body wiped out the enthusiasm that he held in his bosom.It's not that he didn't drink anything as he said, but he actually drank a lot.

She silently helped him take off his alcohol-smelling coat, took a hot handkerchief, wiped his face, washed his hands, and tidied his messy hair.While doing this, King Qin has been falling asleep, showing no signs of waking up.

It's just that when he turned over, he suddenly touched her hand and held it tightly, just like those days when he was just married.

He was also tired, too tired. He spent his whole life chasing her, connected with the fate of the entire Great Song Dynasty, fighting south and north, and never really had a leisurely day.

I worry about it every day, almost breaking my heart.

Even in his sleep, he stretched out his hand to hold her firmly, as if he was afraid that she would run away again.

Hua Rong carefully looked at the deep wrinkles on his face, ran away?Will you run away?It was a habit, and it had long been a strong dependence in his bones, the feeling of safety by his side.Will these run?
Who says these are not part of the heart?

Too used to it, the most difficult thing for people to give up is their own habits.Because, to start over, always need to pay more hardships.

This is a bed in the barracks, it is not big, Qin Dawang is tall, once he got on it, he occupied all of it.And his long arms and legs stretched out.Hua Rong couldn't go up at all, so he moved a chair and sat beside him.

Tired in my mind and tired in my heart, but unable to fall asleep at all, I extinguished the candle and lay down beside him.

In a daze, there is the sound of the autumn wind blowing through the leaves, rustling, as if someone is weeping in the dark night.Hua Rong suddenly opened his eyes and walked to the window.But seeing this night, the moon was so white, and the wind was so strong, the leaves rolled one by one and fell on the window sill.

Autumn has come.

It turned out that autumn is here.

I can't remember, this is the first few autumns in my life.

The wind is whistling, like life, forever lingering in the chill of autumn and the cold of winter, as if it is a cruel situation-never and never get out...

She stood by the window, terrified.Suddenly turned around and went out.

He walked so quickly that he even forgot to close the door.

As soon as I went out, I ran like flying.She knew that place, three turns away from her small courtyard, a mighty barracks - the former general's mansion, today's parachutist's habitat.

In the dead of night.The patrolling soldiers performed their duties responsibly. When they saw her, they immediately backed away.

Hua Rong walked in a few steps, and sure enough, a terrible sound came from the dark room—it was the sound of vomiting, a suppressed sadness.

She quietly, did not even dare to move her footsteps.

Just in the dark, listening to the violent vomiting and struggling.the darkness of that place.Infinite moonlight.She had been standing in the dark for a long time, and she was able to see the person opposite him clearly. He was lying on the ground, utterly drunk, vomiting non-stop.

There is a man who has never been drunk.He will always remain sober and maintain the bravery of invincibility.This night, however, he got drunk for some reason, so drunk that he couldn't control it.

He vomited profusely, nearly vomited everything in his stomach, and vomited cleanly.

He was limp on the ground, like a man who had lost all his strength.

Hua Rong couldn't bear it any longer, rushed up, and supported him, his voice trembling in a low voice: "Wake up, parachutist, wake up quickly..."

He was completely intoxicated, completely lost, had no idea where he was, and just vomited.

When the water came, all the filth on his body and the filth in the whole room were washed away.

He was still lying on the ground.

His body was too bulky, Hua Rong couldn't move him at all.He just lay there in the moonlight.Candlelight, dimmer than moonlight, illuminated the dust on his face.

He fought all his life and was alone for half his life, without anyone close to him.

Apart from fighting, I don't even know what else is left in my life.

After a long time, her legs were numb before Hua Rong stood up, and silently wanted to go out.However, as soon as he got up, he suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged her.

Hua Rong burst into tears, turned his back, and hugged him fiercely, completely losing the ability to control himself: "Tell me... who are you... are you Pengju...Pengju...it's you, It's you, don't lie to me...don't lie to me..."

However, his hands were soft, as if he had exhausted the last bit of strength in his body, and fell to the ground completely drunk, even the breath from his nose was very weak.

The hug just now seemed to be unconscious, like a person about to fall, grabbing a chair or an armrest at random... that's all.

"Pengju...you talk...I know, you are Pengju..."

No sound, no answer.

Hua Rong shook him desperately: "Tell me, you are...I know you are...but why did you become like this? Why did your appearance change? Tell me, tell me...why... "

He still didn't have any answer, but he smelled of wine all over his body, even his breath smelled like wine.

Only the head, leaning weakly in her arms, like a wronged child.

In the dark night, Hua Rong hugged him tightly, thinking of many past times, remembering the first time she saw him after she escaped from the golden camp, they hugged each other like this.

"Pengju, will you accompany me tonight? I'm scared... These days, I'm so scared every day..."

"Sister, I am with you, I will always be with you, don't be afraid..."

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Such a distant conversation seemed to come from the horizon.It's been so long, so long that it's almost hard to remember.Those lost years, the concern of my life.

Why until now, we met but we didn't know each other?

She suddenly let go and pushed him away fiercely—"Go away, go away... I don't know who you are... Go away, I will never see you again in my life... If it's Pengju, How could he treat me like this? How could he even forget me? Even if he forgot me, what about his son? Where is Little Tiger Head? You forgot all of them? Can’t remember all of them?”

She pushed him desperately, letting his body fall to the cold ground.

Even breathing is cold.

"Go away...I don't know you...you don't know me...I'm leaving, I'm leaving tomorrow, and I won't see you again in this life, and I won't let you see Xiaohutou...You didn't miss us Is it? You didn't recognize us at all because of your Wangtu hegemony? Okay, I don't recognize you anymore, and Xiaohutou doesn't recognize you anymore, so I don't have you as a father... Get out, get out ..."

Since he is not him!

(End of this chapter)