Chapter 452

This sentence of thanks is worth thousands of words, especially the heartfelt smile on her face Zhaha felt his head and was a little embarrassed: "by the way, brother, tomorrow is the shooting willow Festival. Do you want to see the excitement?" Seeing Hua Rong hesitating, he whispered, "the fourth Prince is in power for a while, and his prestige is far above the wolf Lord. If we use his reputation, it will be easier for us to act..."

Hua Rong laughed and said that Zha he was honest. Who knows this person has an dishonest side? She nodded and quietly said, "OK, let's use the signboard of the fourth prince. Anyway, Qinggao can't be a meal, can't we?"

The next morning, Hua Rong got up, dressed up and called her son to get up

The child slept heavily. Lu Wenlong used to be woken up by servants. Now, his mother wakes him up every morning. When he opens his eyes, he sees that gentle face. This feeling is really wonderful He rubbed his eyes lazily, with a little child's coquetry: "Mom, it's still early..."

Hua Rong said softly, "son, look at the new horse suit your mother prepared for you."

He rolled over and saw his mother holding a brand-new sweater with a leopard skin belt on her waist. He felt that it was new and fashionable He hurried to wear it on his body. Hua Rong pulled him to his tent and looked at the big bronze mirror like a little leopard Lu Wenlong couldn't put it down. Hua Rong combed a wild bun for him, and the whole person skillfully changed the pigtail and left lapel of Nvzhen, but he didn't show his whereabouts

"Mom, it's so beautiful."

Hua Rong smiled, "is it better than your previous clothes?"

"It looks much better. Mom, I'll wear it like this in the future."

Hua Rong laughed happily again

Far away, Jin Wushu stopped his horse and watched his mother and son mount the horse hand in hand He stared at the mother and son, dressed as if they were walking down in the picture There was an illusion in my heart: This is my own son, the son born to Hua Rong!

"Daddy, Daddy..."

He woke up with a start, endured his excitement, and looked at Hua Rong's clothes curiously. They were the beautiful clothes he had sent. He thought she wouldn't wear them

"Hua Rong, you look so beautiful."

She smiled: "thanks to the fourth prince. Come on, Wen long still wants to win the golden knife."

He was in high spirits: "you wait and see our father and son's performance."

Many years ago, the scene of seeing the sheliu festival for the first time has begun to fade. Now, the old place is revisited, perhaps because in peacetime, tourists are better than in those days In the middle of the tent, the wolf Lord he CI sat high with Xiao Xishi and other favorite concubines, looking down at Da Jin's black Armored Warriors In the first position on the left is the tent of the fourth prince, which is not inferior to the tent of He Ci As soon as Jin Wushu and his party climbed up and sat down, the Nuzhen aristocrats around whispered, and countless glances looked at the women around him - even Lian he stab was no exception

After looking at him for a while, he sighed, "it has been said for many years that the fourth uncle is obsessed with a woman from the Song Dynasty, but I still don't believe it. As soon as I see him today, he really deserves his reputation."

Xiao Xishi, Zhang Shi, also from Song Dynasty, recognized the prickly tone and hurriedly said, "fourth uncle acts in an informal manner. Your majesty, you see, your belt is tied on her, and you are affectionate to her..."

Hearing the meaning of her words, He Ci hurriedly comforted her: "concubine, I dare not give you too high a reputation because of the old rules of the old minister these years. Since the fourth uncle opened this head, I will follow his example..."

Little Xishi smiled happily. After waiting for so many years, no matter how favored the wolf Lord was, he could only be humble because of his low status. The fourth crown prince was in power for a while. In the eyes of his ministers, his strength was better than the wolf Lord. If he took this head, he might have a day of prominence

When Jin Wushu went to salute the wolf Lord again, he saw each other and saluted. He was about to step down. He stabbed quietly in his ear and said, "fourth uncle, your princess is really good. I congratulate you."

Jin Wushu was very proud and laughed, "thank you, your majesty."

Yelv Guanyin and Wang Junhua, who looked on coldly, were cold in their hearts again Although they are all in the same tent, what is the difference between each other's identity and status? Even Wang Junhua, even if there are four princes who want to arrest King Qin as an excuse, it is inevitable to breed doubts. Is there such an excuse? Don't pretend to be the fourth prince!

First, in the youth group competition, Lu Wenlong really lived up to expectations and won the crown. Holding a golden knife, he rushed to his mother: "Mom, I got the first..."

Hua Rong took the golden knife, blew a breath and said, "it's really the fastest knife in the world."

Lu Wenlong liked it more: "Mom, here you are."

Hua Rong nodded and accepted it carefully. The child rubbed his hands: "Dad is going to play soon. Shall we go and watch it?"

Hua Rong saw that not far away, Jin Wushu was riding on Wu Zhui's horse, wearing a pocket handrail and holding a bow and arrow

"Your dad is performing. He won't participate in the competition."

According to the current status of Jin Wu Shu, it is natural that it will not compete for the first place just for performance He was in high spirits. Thinking of the amazing appearance of Hua Rong in those years, he couldn't help but feel surging and eager: he must show her! Let her see that her hero is not old

With a command, he rushed up, shot arrows at the willow branch tied with a red veil, and then flew to catch it Thunderous cheers came to mind all around He ran around to express his thanks and habitually looked at his tent, but he saw his son running to him under the guard of his own soldiers, shouting: "Daddy is so powerful, daddy is so powerful..."

He jumped off the horse, hugged his son, whispered beside him, "where's your mother?"

"Mom said she was not feeling well, so she went back first."

He was angry and disappointed The woman didn't even want to stay and see if she just used the same trick she used to shoot Willows - it was learned after years of speculation and practice

Pretty eyes for the blind!

As dusk fell, the ancient tree tents were shrouded in a soft glow Then, the glow began to become strong, such as inlaid with thousands of gold rims, and the mangrove opposite turned into a golden red, like a bright painting Lu Wenlong rode back, and the black moonlight's sideburns were also plated with a layer of brilliant gold, glittering, as if he were a fairy running in yaochi Wonderland

Hua Rong came out of the tent and met him, "son, come back."

He jumped off the horse, and the soldiers pulled the horse to wash and take care of it. He walked to his mother, looked around, and found that Zhaha was not there, so he asked, "where is uncle Zhaha?"

"He's out on business and won't be back in a few days."

He was a little worried: "will mom be in danger?"

Hua Rong was stunned and understood that he thought Zha he was here to protect his safety A soft heart, took his hand, smiled and said, "with a son to protect mom, how can mom be dangerous?"

The child felt a heroic mood and a sense of responsibility, and was very happy: "Mom, dad is going to dinner tonight, and I'll come back with you."

Nuzhen aristocrats have a grand banquet tonight. Lu Wenlong thought of his mother being at home alone and came back early Seeing that he was so sensible and in a good mood, Hua Rong suddenly said, "son, mom will fry tea for you tonight."

"Really?" He looked up excitedly. "Dad said that mom's fried tea was better than wine."

Jin Wushu had mentioned it several times in front of him. Although he had never drunk it, he immediately remembered what it was when his mother mentioned it "But, mom, I'm so hungry."

She said softly, "mom knows, so she has prepared many good things for you."

Most of the dishes on the table are unknown to Lu Wenlong It's not an ordinary fat pork plate, let alone the game of the Liao Dynasty. It's all rice dishes from the Song Dynasty, such ordinary wild vegetables, such ordinary beef and mutton. Now, the colors are renovated, and even the colors are decorated with simple melon and fruit slices. He never thought of another novel taste

He was full of praise: "Mom, it's delicious. It's so delicious..."

Hua Rong smiled softly, "in my mother's hometown, we all eat like this."

"People in elong town also eat like this?"

"Mom's hometown is not elong town. It's larger and broader. Tokyo, Hangzhou, Fuzhou, Yizhou, Nansha sea... There, the food is more delicious than here, the clothes are more beautiful than this, there is also the warm sun, many turtle shells and corals, and countless new things..."

He stopped Chopsticks - he realized that he had been using chopsticks since his mother came, and unconsciously got used to it, "Mom, we must go to these good places to play..."

She was extremely patient: "play? Not play. Where to live. Live in a happy place."

"Is it better than Dajin?"

"It's not cold there. The seasons are like spring. It's much better than here."

"OK, my family will go."

But she didn't laugh. The child was still deeply rooted towards Jin Wushu. She didn't intend to correct his consciousness. After all, the grace of parenting is deep, isn't it Then she made people clean the table, "son, I'll fry tea for you."

As instructed, the child washed his hands in a big wooden basin and went back to change the loose robe prepared by his mother. His hair was scattered like a little handsome young man He actually liked such costumes, as if he was born to like them, more than women's real horse clothes

"Mom..." he ran in, stunned: I saw fragrant candles all around, smoke-free, light fragrance On the beautiful table, a set of rose red Jun kiln tea set has been laid out, and the copper pot began to boil water, flame, rose red, forming a strange beauty And mom Mother has changed into a new moon white sweater, combed into a high bun, raised her jade hand and held a green bamboo piece She smiled: "son, drinking tea has a long culture. In the Tang Dynasty, there was a tea doctor named Lu Yu..."

He only saw his mother's soft smile, the movement of red lips, the sound of gurgling water, and the unpredictable flowers, birds, insects and fish brought by his red crisp hands. He stretched out his hand several times to catch the flying birds and fish, and only touched the water vapor in one hand, with the child's kind of lively, innocent, curious and hearty laughter: "Mom, it's amazing. It's really fun, you teach me, and I want to play..."