Just when King Qin bought narcissus for only a fragrant Kung Fu, twoorthree rich and noble people came to him The leader, dressed in red, yellow, Zhu Bo and jade belt, like a handsome young master, glanced over the bustling flower market and landed on a pot of purple orchids LAN is a gentleman among flowers. His carriage stops at the door, covered by a thick curtain

King Qin went up to check it himself. The carriage was very comfortable and soft. Two old guards were driving the car to ensure that the journey was not bumpy When he was satisfied with it, he went into the house and hugged Hua Rong. He came out step by step and got on the carriage In the dusk, Ma Su and others mounted the horse. Ma Su was dressed in a robe and wore a valley scarf, like a handsome young master When people looked at it, they thought it was a wealthy family on a trip

Palace lantern riddles, talking and laughing, the streets are full of red and green, the song Empire, immersed in her incomparable joy Ma Su glanced at the intoxicated people on the street and thought, how long can this Pianan last? In the end, who will destroy Song Dynasty? Kim? Or who will destroy the song and Jin Dynasties?

The carriage rumbled away, and no one answered his question

After walking out of the suburbs for dozens of miles, he suddenly thought of a serious problem: before he set out, uncle Yang had told him to "persuade" the king to try his best to train Yelv's army and reach cooperation between the two sides His words came to his mouth several times, but he didn't dare to "advise". At this moment, he asked King Qin to put down Huarong and use it with Yelv to complete his king's ambition. Is it possible?

Island, sunny, spring, flowers bloom

Wearing a bright red carp belly pocket, a child ran happily on the beach, holding two golden soft fish in his hand These days, he has learned to grasp the fish firmly. The fish kept struggling in the palm of his hand, numb and itchy. He giggled happily. His small arms and legs were tanned, but he was a little taller than children of the same age. He was very strong, and his big eyes blinked, reflecting the fish in his hand, as if there was a layer of golden light in his eyes

Far away, he saw a big man striding over He held the fish, looked carefully, and giggled: "Dad... Dad..."

King Qin rushed over and hugged him: "smelly boy, do you miss me?"

His dark eyes rolled, giggled and put the fish close to his eyes: "Dad... Mom... Where's my mom? Where's my dad?" King Qin's heart was sour. He remembered that he still remembered his father

"Boy, kneel down."

"No."

King Qin stretched out his hand, and the child knelt on the soft beach. He giggled, thinking that dad was playing with him

"Kowtow to your father."

King Qin adjusted his body to the direction of Lin'an. The child was taught by his mother to kowtow to "Uncle" earlier, but now it is kowtow to "Daddy". I don't know the difference, but he also did it. He thought it was very interesting and kept laughing It was not until he kowtowed nine heads that King Qin picked him up: "boy, remember, your father's name is Yue Pengju."

"Yue Pengju, Yue Pengju..." he murmured, constantly struggling in King Qin's arms, "Mom. My mom..."

"Mom is here. You'll see mom soon."

The child couldn't wait for a moment. The fish in his hand fell to the ground and kept shouting, "Mom, mom... Where's my mother..."

Hua Rong's eyelids moved for a moment, and the sound seemed to rise from the bottom of his heart. The sound rang in his ears. His small hands were soft and fat, like a kind of creeping bug, touching his face fat and tender: "Mom, mom, don't you sleep..."

"Mother" - the son is calling himself, one by one

Along the way, in many hallucinations, she had heard this sound, but she didn't know whether it was a dream or a real one She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were so sleepy that she couldn't open them She wanted to stretch out her hand, which was too weak to hold, so she could only move slightly, touch and touch her son Then, smile In the comfort of this moment, she even forgot her husband's death and where she was. She only knew this soft person and this pair of soft hands. They were so gentle and warm. They were Peng Ju's blood and his own blood. He was still alive

How nice to be alive

King Qin's eyes were hot, hugged little tiger's head tightly, and gently covered her hand on his son's hand: "girl, my son is here, and my son has been waiting for you to come back."

In a daze, she heard his voice, his hand next to his son's soft hand, so relieved And grateful, although I can't open my mouth, I'm grateful. In a daze, I'm grateful all the way

Little tiger head was frightened by the injured hands and kept retreating: who is this woman? There are so many scars on his face, his eyes are closed, and layers of cloth are wrapped around his body Who is this? How can it be your mother? She is not her mother

"Smelly boy, call Mom quickly, quickly..."

He broke away from the touch of his hands, stepped back and cried, "Mom... No... this is not my mother..."

King Qin was furious: "heartless boy, his mother can't recognize it? Look, I won't spank you."

Hua Rong couldn't open her eyes, and tears came from the corner of one eye

Little tiger head stood timidly. It was mother and son's nature after all. When he saw the tears in his closed eyes, he couldn't help crying, "Mom, my mom..."

The mother and son snuggled together, and he timidly reached out to touch his mother's face and the scars on her body The child didn't know how important it was. With a slight pull, he touched the scar under the cloth, and a low, painful voice came from the end of the flower dissolving nose

"Be light, don't hurt mom."

King Qin picked him up, sighed and said to the wet nurse, "take the young master out. From today on, take him three times a day to say hello to his wife and accompany her."

"Yes."

The room was quiet, Hua Rong's hands moved slowly, and she wanted to speak a word, but her lips wriggled, but she couldn't say it King Qin bent down and sat beside her and asked softly, "girl, don't worry about tiger head, I will take care of him."

"Qin Shangcheng, Qin Shangcheng..."

She opened her mouth, finished this sentence, and then closed her mouth with difficulty I want to thank him, but I know I don't need it I don't need to thank him In this world, he is the one who doesn't need to be thanked, and he doesn't need it!