Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 729

He even fantasized that at that time, it was Changlin Island or Luoxia Island, which would never come out again for the rest of his life—this filled him with hope and joy, as if a real success, a real victory in this lifetime, a real victory. Get it once - get it!
He followed him all the time, and never left him. He just hoped that she would really give up once, truly follow him, know how important she is, and then, forever and ever, never see the parachutist again.

He was so close, he was about to jump off the tree.

pity.

The parachutist, his legs are so long, and his timing is so accurate - King Qin suspects that he has always sent someone to follow.People like him never fight unprepared battles.

In particular, when seeing Yun Wu in a bright red wedding dress, all hopes were completely wiped out.Just like a lamp, when the oil runs out, the lamp dries up and can no longer emit any light.

Even the glimmer of hope that had been ignited was instantly shattered.

Didn't even feel sad.

I just thought that I fell into this kid's hands again.From childhood to adulthood, just like on the island, he secretly took her away.And she always ran to him.

This time, it was such a reincarnation again.

The parachutist's wedding invitation was given to him first, and before that, Hua Rong didn't know it at all.The parachutist asked Liu Wu to give it to him, and more than that, the parachutist seemed to be afraid that he would forget it, so he asked Lu Tixia to give it to him.

Liu Wu said: Your Majesty, the parachutist told you not to tell Madam.

Lu Tixia also said: Lao Qin, please don't tell my sister.

All the old friends are reminding themselves: never let Hua Rong know that the parachutist is married—because she is his wife and child!
Everyone's subtext is: Lao Qin, you have to keep an eye on her, don't let her - run away again.

He is a man.No matter how loving he is, no matter how crazy he is, he is still a man.The reason for this is nothing more than to truly—really hope that woman loves herself and chooses herself willingly.Could it be that there is something wrong with this?
As everyone knows, it was just this thought difference that fell into a trap.That was a trap—a trap dug in advance by the parachutist, who retreated to advance.After making various high-profile gestures, he retreated.

King Qin actually forgot to be careful - he is already the current parachutist, not the former Yue Pengju.That's already refined.One cannot make the same mistake twice.However, this time the mistake was his own choice!
Even though she is his wife and he is his son... I still want everything, everything.Why should they have a happy ending as a family of three, and why should they be superfluous?Isn't he and their mother and son also a family of three?No, even a family of four, and Wenlong.But what can be done about it?

Under the bleak moonlight, a swaying piece of paper, flickering on and off, was projected in the bottom of my heart like splashed ink, and that line of words was almost stabbed in my heart—a letter to divorce my wife!I have never written a love letter in my life, and the first one I wrote was to divorce my wife.If possible, he had a whim, but actually wanted to write "Girl, you are so pretty".

He stretched out his hand, angrily trying to pick it up and tear it to pieces.However, what the hand touches is hard ground—this is a sidewalk that has been trampled so hard.The road is empty.

That piece of paper has long been picked up.Is it Hua Rong or Lu Wenlong?Or parachutist?Who is it that takes it as complete evidence?

A despicable and shameless parachutist, he has to get conclusive evidence up to this point, and he never refuses to be innocent, just like his own life.

King Qin's hand grasped a handful of air.It seems like a prank of oneself-a gamble of life.Trying to do this, put it to death and survive.But a dead end is a dead end.

Put it to death and die!
The parachutist has already run out of ways, and there is no way out for others.Just like myself, just like Zhao Deji... In his anger, he doesn't even feel resentful—even if the power is all over the world, who would be like that man, with a lifetime of pain, alone in thousands of mountains and rivers, still in the world? Looking for his only wife, only son?
He is a man, a man of high position and power, a man who was born and died - he has spent half his life waiting.

King Qin couldn't even resent him.

Under the tree, Friday came out from the darkness, raised his head, his voice was filled with infinite regret and a little comfort: "My lord, go back, there are many beauties on the island."

King Qin jumped down with a whoosh, his aura was like that of a fierce tiger, but under the moonlight, the tiger was already old and staggering, and even the arrogance and arrogance of the old anger disappeared.He was also wearing one of his favorite pieces of clothing—the first blouse she sewed by herself, the first headscarf she embroidered by herself.

Suddenly, she has completely become her own life, just like flesh and blood, completely inseparable.

At this time, he could only hear the sound of bones breaking in his body, his whole body was so weak, he had to lean on the big tree like Hua Rong, and the tree trunk was the only way to support his body.

I didn't call him again on Friday, just stood silently with my hands down.

The moon elongated his shadow, then shortened it, in the middle, like a small black spot.Whose life is not a black spot?Love and hatred, entanglements of gratitude and resentment, in the end, they are just like a shadow under the moonlight.

The wind in the dark night brings a chill.

The moon is also coming to an end.

All around her ears were the sound of the whirring wind, this fierce galloping horse, such a strange embrace—at a certain moment, Hua Rong didn't know whether she was awake or asleep, and in front of her was the figure of the little tiger head struggling desperately, wriggling violently like a bug , and then, was soon subdued.And she herself was also hugged by two hands - those hands were so long, hugging herself and the little tiger's head, as if his own endless energy was powerful enough to lift the mountain and surpass the world.

The dew was thick at night, and the parachutist stretched out his hand and took off his red clothes, covering their mother and child.Completely prevent the little tiger from falling down.

There was only a vague voice in my ear, "Sister Seventeen, Sister Seventeen, Sister Seventeen..."

It seems that after 1 years, it came from the lake breeze and bright moon.When I heard it in my ears, my face was full of tears.

It was his cold face that stuck to her face, both of them were so cold, but his voice was hot: "Sister Seventeen...Sister Seventeen..."

He can only say this, and besides that, he can't know anything, and he can't say anything.Only the tears are hot, just like the night he was drunk, she heard his weak voice: "Sister Seventeen, don't go..." Just like the moment he died, he couldn't help but spit out his emotions The sentence "Sister Seventeen..."

As soon as her breath was suffocated, her consciousness became blurred.After a long time without water and rice, she was exhausted physically and mentally, and almost defeated her whole body. She was in a daze, but she heard the snoring of the child in front of her, and the child was also tired. It was so late at night, and she was already exhausted on horseback. fell asleep.Soon, she fell asleep too.

This is a courtyard in the west of the city. It is simple, clean, and the interior is very elegantly arranged.

When Hua Rong woke up, the candlelight was flickering, and her son was lying beside her, still whistling, sleeping very soundly.Lu Wenlong was standing next to him, no matter how the parachutist told him to sit down, he just refused to sit down, just stubbornly shut his mouth and said nothing.His eyes were bloodshot. The boy of the past had become weather-beaten almost overnight.

Hua Rong opened his mouth, and at first glance, he was not looking for the parachutist, but him in the corner—sometimes, the spiritual support this child gave him was more important than anyone else.

It was a kind of affection that made her cry more than love, than the love between husband and wife.

"Wenlong……"

"Wenlong, look, isn't your mother fine?"

Lu Wenlong's eyes lit up, but he didn't answer him.

"Sister Seventeen..." It was a familiar voice. At this time, his indifference, his disguise, and his former seriousness had completely disappeared. He became so eager, with an undisguised affection, "Sister Seventeen, are you hungry? I have prepared a supper for you, you and Wenlong both have some..."

She seemed to have just seen the person sitting in front of the bed with such familiar eyes—he was holding a bowl of porridge, which was also her favorite kind of porridge—when she was in Elong Town, at Donglin Temple. Sometimes, when he was injured, when he was pregnant, countless times, he cooked this kind of porridge for himself.

Taste, color, as usual, just as he remembers deeply.

Even his outstretched hand, so vicissitudes, under the candlelight, is full of thick and thin scars, condensed for such a long time, like centipedes growing in his body, forming an inseparable life with his worries. companion.

She turned her head, unable to swallow.

There was a light knock on the door, and then a red figure came in and bowed: "Yun Wu has seen Madam."

Yun Wu was still wearing the bright red wedding dress.Next to the parachutist, there is also a wedding dress of the same color, which he took off after covering the little tiger's head.The two wedding dresses, under the light, are shocking and heartbreaking.Hua Rong didn't dare to look at it anymore, thinking of Li Qiaoniang from the past.In that wedding, she thought he was taking a concubine, but it was Gao Lin who married.The old man is gone, only the remaining memories remain.

This time, he married a man - he was afraid that he would ruin other women's lives, even if it was just a show, it would not really hurt anyone.Just like Cui Sanniang who was driven away by him early.He was always that way, he never changed.

Hua Rong turned his face sideways, tears streaming down like rain.

"Reporting to the parachutist, Zhao Deji's [-] sneak attacking troops have all been wiped out by Liu Wu... The parachutist did a great trick, and sure enough, the enemy took advantage of this happy event to think that the soldiers were drunk and the defense was empty. Therefore, a large-scale counterattack... After this battle, the hidden enemies and spies in Lin'an City were truly wiped out. Zhao Deji also went south and fled..."

Zhao Deji's escape was in the direction of the sea.

Yun Wu reported back, the parachutist listened, two big men stood together, all in wedding attire, so weird.

Lu Wenlong just woke up like a dream, pointing at Yun Wu: "Pilot General, you...Uncle Yun Wu..."

Yun Wu suddenly came to his senses, and took off his wedding clothes with a loud laugh: "Ha, I exhausted my subordinates today, and it's really a pain to walk in those shoes... Pretending to be a bride is the first time I've ever experienced it." Ha, I'm a big girl getting on the sedan chair, I'm a big man getting on the sedan chair... Parachutist, madam, I'm going to take my leave, I'm going to change into this outfit first, otherwise, I'd be too inhuman..."

He resigned, thought of something, and went to the corner to pull Lu Wenlong again: "Wenlong, let's go and have a drink with uncle, and your uncle Liu Wu is also here..."

(End of this chapter)