Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 730
Lu Wenlong used to be in the barracks, and he took care of him a lot, but he felt that he behaved far more kindly and kindly than the parachutist. Now he was pulling him back, and it was difficult to refuse. However, thinking of staying in this room, facing the parachute The general was even more embarrassed, hesitantly glanced at his mother and walked out.

Walking to the door, I suddenly heard the voice of the parachutist, "Wenlong..."

Yun Wu wisely went out first.

Lu Wenlong stood at the door with his head down.

"Wenlong, if you want, you can call me Father Yue..."

Lu Wenlong's heart was shocked, but seeing the parachutist got up, he opened a closet next to him. Inside, there were all kinds of things that children like, all of which were brand new. Inside, there were clothes, many women's clothes, light red , a light green shirt, some hairpins...everything is brand new...

Some of these things were prepared by him recently, and some were prepared a long time ago... For example, some small gadgets carved on the road... For example, those tiger skins that were too late to be made into small clothes...

Countless fantasies - if Wenlong wears it, if Xiaohutou wears it.

If she puts on the kind of light red soft green boots with a small bow on her back, the sun will pour down from her face, the boundless fragrance of the world...

From these various things, he took out two things, which were two very rough toy wooden guns.

He handed it over: "Son, this is a small gift from Dad. I hope you like it..." When he said this, he was timid. He had never been so timid in his life as a soldier, and he was afraid of that child. , I'm afraid he won't!Afraid he would refuse!

This pair of wooden guns was made during many sleepless nights during his days in the military camp.I just did it because I missed it - because I have been away for so long, even the appearance of the little tiger head is not so clear, but I remember the appearance of Wenlong even more firmly. The look of leather clothes.Although the wooden gun was so rough, so hasty, and there was no time to carefully polish it, but at this moment, it was so eager to give it to him, to that child... not because he roared at himself, not because he almost pointed the gun at himself, It was because of his crying, his "Mom, I will raise you, I can raise you and Xiaohutou..."

Even the victory of capturing Lin'an was not as shocking as this.

Lu Wenlong suddenly remembered that when he was a child, the days in Elong Town, those vague and distant memories have been fragmented, like a glimpse of the snow, the heroic father, who went out to kill tigers and bears every day, in the small wooden house on the snow, It is always filled with warm tiger skins, big pots of tiger meat, bear meat...the peanuts are thrown into the brazier, and they crack open with a sound of prickling, and the whole room smells...and myself, the first one I got in my life The gun—it was given by Father Yue, a wooden gun like that, with two rough words on it: Wenlong!He even taught him the first marksmanship he learned.

He lowered his head, took the pair of wooden guns with both hands, turned around and left without even saying thank you.

The parachutist was relieved, and there was a smile on his face.

The door closed, shutting out the darkest hour before dawn.At this time, the dawn was faintly revealed.After fighting overnight, Lin'an City completely calmed down.People hid in their houses and did not dare to go out, and even the early morning hawkers in the streets and alleys stopped.Even the clockwork of the watchman stopped.

Because of this, the hut in the suburbs was even more silent.Today is just a day full of tranquility and peace.It was only when the parachutist slowly sat on the bed that he realized how sleepy he was—extremely tired.

But easy, incomparably easy.How many years have I walked in the desert, how many years have passed by the blade, and every footprint is full of blood and tears.

Fortunately, I can still hold the hand beside me, this warm hand, just like in countless dreams—but, at that time, every time I woke up from the dream, I was not in the Gobi Desert, Even on the cliffs, whether it is a battlefield of life and death, or a world of ice and snow!Whenever I think of it, I go crazy!
Only this time, it turned out to be true!Totally true.

In the palm of his hand, he held a note, which was written by King Qin: I have divorced Hua Rong and let her remarry.Life and death are irrelevant!

That wedding was a stratagem of his own, not only to lure the enemy in, but also because of fulfillment—because he could not repay the kindness of that "enemy"—King Qin!

More enemies than friends!Be more friends than enemies!
As long as Seventeenth Sister still has affection for King Qin, she is absolutely unwilling to break them up - after all, the reaction of the two sons is the most telling. They have always only been willing to follow King Qin, and they are not willing to pay attention to themselves.King Qin, how much did he pay to be loved so heartily?

I gave him a chance, but what he actually wrote was a divorce letter.

From refusing to recognize each other, to using tricks to get married—at a certain moment, he was sincerely unwilling to be ashamed of the man who had greatly favored him.

However, King Qin himself gave up.

The warmth held in his hands is like a traveler who finally sees the light from the long darkness—it’s been a long night, and he needs this light so much—even the last trace of guilt towards King Qin, Also completely occupied by this greed!

In this life, I have never done a single sinful thing, but this time, I have no choice but to do it—even if it is selfish, even greedy, even if it is despicable and shameless, stealing and plundering!

In this life, how have you ever had any happiness?
No parents, no brothers and sisters, no wife, no son, no relatives...Could it be that the only wife and child I can only give away?

For the rest of my life, I only want a life of virtuous wife and filial son, isn't it too much?
Then, he saw her eyes—her eyes had just been taken back from the open cabinet—all kinds of clothes, especially those hairpins—in a trance, the first time he met himself, In the military camp in Xiangzhou, the first hairpin he bought with silver - the first household he gave to himself "Sister, it's up to me to support you..."

She looks away.

He suddenly bowed his head, tears streaming down his face: "Sister Seventeen... I deliberately designed to force King Qin away... I did it on purpose, but I really have no choice. I miss you and my son so much. I need you...I also thought about giving up, thinking about being sorry for him, but when I saw you, I saw you again and again...Sister Seventeen, I just want to live the old days, and I just want to have a loved one by my side ...Sister Seventeen, forgive me, okay?"

Hua Rong's head was still facing the wall, looking at the light green curtain, beside him, his son was snoring, and on his sleeping face, there were still tears of panic from being homeless.

"Sister Seventeen..."

"Sister Seventeen..."

He couldn't stop his longing anymore, like a flood flooding out, he hugged her: "Seventeenth sister..."

His answer was fists—one punch, two punches, the startled little tiger head, a pair of little tiger eyes, staring at him fiercely: "Go away, bad guy...you dare to bully my mother...Brother, Ah! Dad... come and save us..."

He hugged his son fiercely, tears dripped down, and let his son's fist hit his chest, even the pain was joyful.

"Son, I miss you every day... miss you and your mother... son..."

Little Tiger was tired from beating his head, his body was limp in his arms, his sleepy eyes opened wide, he stopped crying, and looked at him and his mother in amazement, his little brow wrinkled like a piece of walnut: "Where's brother?"

"Brother went to rest, son, you also sleep with daddy for a while..."

"No! You are not my father...I want to find my father...Let's go, mom, let's go..." He desperately went to pull his mother, but his hand was caught. Not only could he not hold his mother, but he It's also like a fish caught in a net. When it staggered, it fell completely, and fell between the mother and the parachutist.

"Son...son..."

He struggled to get up, but saw the pair of eyes on the top of his head, those eyes full of pity and love... He was frightened, because, in those eyes, there were tears like rain - the child had never seen it before. The most serious and vicious person in my life is actually crying.

After all, he is a child. At this time, he has forgotten the hatefulness of the parachutist. It is all the roasted rabbits of the parachutist. I don't want to beat you... Did I hurt you?"

His words were blocked, and his whole body was hugged tightly.

It was a father's hug. In this life, he was close to death. In the end, even his son didn't recognize him at all, and he was desperately trying to escape from his side.

The little tiger's head was suffocated, and then he lay down between his parents and fell asleep again.

The parachutist still hugged him tightly, but he was looking at his wife——his wife's back!Thousands of words, I want to tell them, let their mother and son know how I survived these years, and how I rolled over in the blood and tears.Back then, how he was rescued by Lu Tixia, how he fled to the Western Regions, how he was rescued by an expert, he was wounded and disfigured to the unrecognizable wounds, healed and mended one by one, making him what he is today.

The reason to keep on living is for revenge, to come back, and to find them—even if we meet each other but don’t know each other, we still have to find them. That’s why we led the army to help King Qin desperately and hit Hongyagang town.

There are all kinds of bloody memories, how can I explain them clearly?

He didn't say anything, just took something out of his arms.

Hua Rong still turned sideways, but with the flickering candlelight, he could see so clearly.

Yue Pengju!
That's Yue Pengju's three words.

The yellowed paper, the ink has turned pale and yellow after so many years, it was the first name I wrote for him back then—even if Lin'an died, even if he was in exile all his life, he still treasured it, treasured it firmly .

Just like the person in my heart.

As long as you don't die in this life, you will never lose that thing.

She burst into tears, and he also burst into tears.

Hua Rong still didn't look back, this time, she fell into a complete coma.So tired, so tired.

The parachutist also fell asleep, and he was too tired. In his entire life, there had never been a day when he truly let go of his mind and fell asleep soundly like this day.

In the mist, the hand passed through the son's body, and it was her hand that was tightly held--it was her hand!

How many times in the Liyang Town barracks, I have longed for it; I can only touch it by pretending to be drunk-now, it is just and aboveboard.

(End of this chapter)