C218 His Abba

He smiled and nodded and patted his son's face. He placed him on the ground and pointed to the tree, silently telling him that he would catch him soon. Lu Wenlong saw that Abba was as nimble as a leopard cat, he suddenly picked up a small stone and jumped, so quickly throwing it onto the big tree, right when it hit the wings of the green feathered bird, the bird fell down, but because it had controlled its strength well, it did not sustain any heavy injuries.

The child joyfully grabbed it in his hands and giggled non-stop, "Good day Abba, it's best if Abba … Abba, you think I haven't … "

He held his son in his arms again, tightly, with tears in his eyes.

"Abba, Abba …"

"Peng Ju …"

Hua Rong felt that he should not, and felt it was strange. She opened her eyes and slowly turned around, her gaze intersecting with her. She was stunned for a moment, looking at that pair of hot eyes, unable to say a word.

"Mother, Abba came to see me. Abba came … "Heh heh heh …"

In the end, he was still a father and son from a few years ago. Lu Wenlong was so happy that he could dance as he cackled non-stop in his father's arms. He gave his father a resounding kiss on the cheek, "Abba, I missed you so much …"

His face was covered with the saliva of a child, and he was all soft and affectionate, with a warmth and gentleness that he hadn't felt in a long time. He just held his son tightly, as if he had just recovered from a loss.

He stared at Hua Rong for a good while before slowly opening his mouth, "Hua Rong! Are you feeling better? "

Hua Rong said with a face full of smiles: "Thank you Fourth Prince. I'm much better. When I was in Jinguo, I could only escape after you took care of me. After getting injured, you would have to give the thousand year ganoderma a gift in order to survive until now. "Last time, I was in a hurry before we parted. Now, sigh, I really do not know how to thank you …" She thought that in this lifetime, she would never be able to truly thank him for repaying her, but this buried 'thank you' was something that had to be said.

It didn't matter if he was hostile to another country or another country. His good will was something that couldn't be ignored.

"Fourth Prince, thank you!"

Jin Wushu tightly embraced his son and lowered his head, not daring to meet her gentle gaze. His chest grew hotter and hotter, to the point that tears were about to fall.

She didn't know.

Until now, she still did not know that the Lingzhi was fake.

Furthermore, even the fake Lingzhi was not a "gift" from him, but something that the King Qin snatched away.

He asked himself again and again: If he knew about her condition, if King Qin did not come to snatch it, would he have given her the Lingzhi back then?

Could it have been?

Would it?

After a long period of silence, it was as if he could hear the sounds of flowers blooming under the sunlight.

Jin Wushu raised his head and looked at Hua Rong.

She was still sitting quietly in her chair, with her head full of little red flowers, many of which still had green leaves on them. The sunlight spilled all over her body, and just like that, the mess gave her pale face a different kind of sadness and helplessness.

It was no longer the valiant and valiant look that came from the "Salix".

Not anymore.

Her hands were so soft, so powerless. How could she lift a bow that could pierce through trees with a hundred steps? For a moment he was lost in thought, her figure frozen only on the Salix, frozen on the horse of GenSys, waving the weeping willow to salute everyone, smiling like a flower.

He could not help but look at the spring sky in the blink of an eye. The sun was bright and beautiful and yet another "Salix" was about to arrive.

However, things are different for people, and things are similar for people. Since when have people been the same?

"Fourth Prince... Those Lingzhi in the box, you also sent it, didn't you? "Thank you …"

It was him. It had to be him. If it was not the King Qin, then it must be him.

He hesitated for a moment. "Will the Lingzhi really be useful to your injuries?"

She smiled. She didn't know. Who knows? Maybe it was just a psychological comfort. If Ganoderma Lucidum could bring death back to life, wouldn't there be many people in the world who didn't need to die?

"Thank you, but you don't need to send it back." Actually, it's not that useful. "

Her clear refusal infuriated him. It was always like this, always the same. From the Liu Jia Temple's army camp to the Yanjing's Crown Prince's Palace, she was always trying to please him.

His breath quickened and his voice quickened, "Actually, what does your life actually have to do with me? I... I'm here to see the child … "

The child was in his embrace, holding onto a bird. Green feathers swept across his face, "Abba, you catch birds for me everyday …"

His eyes softened as he touched his son's flushed face and said, "Yes."

The father and son were too intimate. This was the accumulation of many years of love, something they couldn't compare to in a short period of time.

Hua Rong's eyes dimmed, and did not say a word.

Just then, the child loosened his grip, and the bird fell to the ground, flapping its wings as if it was about to fly away. He quickly struggled and jumped out of Abba's embrace to catch it.

"Very pretty."

Jin Wushu also stepped forward a few steps.

There was only one child between the two of them.

Unconsciously, he pulled the child away from Hua Rong. Looking at her pale face, he asked softly, "Hua Rong, how were you injured? Was it Zong Han's soldiers who injured you? "

She shook her head.

His eyes were somewhat angry as he suddenly reached out to grab her wrist. After that, he placed his hand on her chest as his expression greatly changed: "Hua Rong, who injured you? "How could an ordinary soldier do such a thing?"

His movements were too fast. She had no time to dodge, nor did she dodge. She could only remain silent. Jin Wushu's martial arts was not bad, and seeing how injured he was, he could tell immediately. There was no point in lying to him.

He questioned sternly, "Just who was the one who injured him? "When you left my crown prince's mansion, you were still perfectly fine …"

She shook her head as if nothing had happened. "It's a battle in the dark. I can't see clearly."

This was the truth. Back then in Yanjing, it was indeed pursued by many people, so it was not a lie.

Jin Wushu was both shocked and doubtful. He couldn't believe that the Great Jinguo had such an expert. Could it be that he did not know of some other outstanding person under Zong Han?

Hua Rong gently removed his hand and hugged her son's small shoulder. Only then did she look at Jin Wushu's casual attire. He was dressed entirely in the clothes of a Song people. He was dressed in a white scholar's uniform and on his head was the kind of Dongpo towel that he liked.

She smiled, it was very rare, when Jin Wushu dressed up like this he did not take out a fan, but he actually did not take out a fan, which was already considered strange. From the army camp to the sea, from the Song Kingdom to the Jinguo, the elegant and elegant Fourth Prince, the fans of the Southern Dynasty's culture, wasn't he acting cool?

The borders of the Oolong Town was not as free to come and go as he pleased. It was obvious that he had spent a lot of effort to come here.

Only then did she realize that Jin Wushu's expression was extremely haggard, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and his entire person had lost a large amount of weight.

She was shocked. Could it be that she was heartbroken over the disappearance of her son?

Is that possible?

Her voice was very low as she spoke with a bit of luck, "What are you doing here?"

This child was his. He had taken it away from the Lu family and nurtured it to grow. He must have put in a lot of effort to grow it. She could tell that the child loved him even more than she loved her husband and wife just by looking at how affectionate the child was toward him after parting from him for so long.

Seeing that he didn't answer, she sighed and said, "If you want to take your child and leave …" He suddenly recalled his son's words, "If a mother wants to give birth to a baby brother, she doesn't like me to hit her".

However, the child did not know that there were so many dark waves between the adults. She held onto her mother with one hand and Abba with the other, looking at the two of them happily: "Mom, Abba, I'm so happy today …"

Jin Wushu's heart trembled.

Mother, Abba!

This was the warm family he longed for. So what if he wasn't his own son?

After experiencing such a great irony, the word "biological" had completely become unimportant. He suddenly thought that if this was his wife and his son, then even if she could never give birth again, so what? He only had this one wife, so what if he had a son?

He was so eager that he could feel the warmth of the pale hand in front of him through his son's hand. Actually, he had held this hand more than once, and he had even hugged her injured body many times. At that time, he had still been in Liu Jia Temple, fleeing, getting injured, committing suicide … The two of them got along, and every time, she would feel pain from her injuries. If she didn't commit suicide, then she would be killed.

Women in troubled times, the fate of chaotic times.

A low voice came out from his nose: "Hua Rong …"

"Yes."

"Hua Rong!"

She looked at his urgency, and her eyebrows rose in surprise. What was he going to say? You're going to take your son away soon? She was very uneasy. But how could she stop him?

"Fourth Prince, about the child …"

"I …"

He wanted to say that he wasn't doing it because of the child. Not just because of the children. However, he couldn't say it out loud, especially after experiencing so many things.

She saw that Jin Wushu's expression was growing weirder and weirder. After a while, she pulled her son's hand and slowly asked: "Son, mom has something to ask you …."

"Mom, go ahead."

"Are you willing to follow your mother or the Abba?" If you can't make up your mind, you can leave it to the child to decide for himself.

As if she had asked a strange question, the child still held onto the two of their hands tightly: "I'm with mother, I'm with Abba … "Everyone …"

She smiled and said, "Mother, Abba, you can only choose one …"

The child looked at her in surprise, then looked at Jin Wushu, and faced with the first choice in his life.

Jin Wushu said with a hoarse voice. "Why must we make the child give up? Why not both? "

He was the child's Abba, and she was his mother. Was this not the best combination? What better ending than this?

In fact, if it was her, the mother and son would have followed in the army.

He shook his head violently at his own strange thought.

His vague words slid down her throat. Only he could hear them clearly, but Hua Rong and the child could only see his strange expression. Hua Rong's mouth opened and closed, anxious and anxious.