C408 tenderness

The King Qin welcomed her warm and grateful eyes. How long had it been? She had been in a state of coma ever since he started running, and now he could actually open his mouth to speak. He didn't know if he was happy or sad, but he grabbed her hand, his eyes stuttering. "Girl, you'll be fine very soon. "Don't be afraid, I'll accompany you every day."

She listened to his voice in a daze, familiar and affectionate, warm and reliable. The tip of the nose was the salty air brought by the wind by the sea. It carried the unique fragrance of spring. There was no snow. Spring had arrived. Sunlight shone down on her face, emitting heat. Her eyebrows slightly raised. Finally, she opened her eyes and saw the blue sky above her.

"Little girl …"

King Qin was ecstatic. She opened her eyes, and finally opened them.

With a smile on her face, she softly pressed her hand to his and tried to sit up. However, as she moved, her body felt like it was about to fall apart. The pain in her body caused her to groan softly before she passed out again.

King Qin hurriedly carried her and headed to the room that was already prepared.

The houses had already been rebuilt long ago, and according to Ma Su and his suggestion, they were built in a manner that was similar to a beautiful ancient fortress. The floor was covered with a kind of marble like rock collected from the island, with an invisible pattern more unique than marble, cool and pleasing to the eye. In the spacious bedroom, there were three big vases of kiln. Inside the vases, there were all sorts of flowers that were collected on different islands. A few thick, wild roses, with their branches sticking out as if they were blooming in a large vase. On top of a white jade Desk, there was a tea pot and a few rose-red tea sets from the same color system's official kiln. The silk curtains on the bed were hung high, it was a kind of soft moonlight white, the cool mat of calfskin comfortable. These were all rearranged before the King Qin returned.

The whole journey was bumpy, and his body was comfortably lying on the bed. The fragrance of wild roses permeated his surroundings, along with the faint sweet smell of pollen. After experiencing too many things, he needed to rest for a long period of time.

King Qin sat beside her and caressed her face that had not yet recovered from her injuries. She felt both sad and happy. He returned to the island, to the room in the bridal chamber, and even to the same bed. In the blink of an eye, he saw the huge trunk of the Agarwood in the corner of the room. Inside, there were all kinds of brand-new shirts, red, yellow, blue, and green in all colors. There was a time when he thought that these clothes would never see the light of day again. He never thought that she would actually return here.

He walked over, opened the suitcase, and took out a light green shirt. It was an old shirt, the same one she had worn back then. Once she left, the clothes were locked in the trunk, and seemed to still be giving off the fragrance of a Shi Qi girl.

How good it was then.

He took his shirt and returned to the bedside. From the age of Shi Qi to his thirties, how much time had passed, how many days had passed, and finally, he could put it on again.

At this time, it was also good.

Next door was a huge study room, also arranged in accordance to Ma Su's suggestion. There were all sorts of ancient books and paintings, Su Huang Mi's real work, Wang Anshi's words, a row of wolf hair, and good ink stones. It was like rushing to a scholar's room. Only, the King Qin himself never entered. At this time, he thought of his study room and couldn't contain his joy, "Little girl, wake up quickly." When you're awake, teach the Little Tiger to write her name. Then, write a few for me. "

Until Hua Rong was completely asleep, only then did King Qin slowly come out of the house and walk towards the outside.

The last ray of sunlight was like blood as it sprinkled across the sea. The water was sparkling, and half of it was icy red while the other half was blue. The seagulls flew past in groups, their wings flapping, the waves calm.

The Third Uncle Yang walked over and sat down to watch the play on the beach. He wore a green fringed apron, like a baby fish with a lotus flower. He squatted down, resting his chin on his hands, and concentrated on watching a group of plankton being washed up. The long tentacles of the plankton left a green mark on the beach. Some of the small sea turtles began to slowly crawl along these traces.

Third Uncle Yang reached out his hand to hug him, but he refused. "Grandfather, Sea Turtle … "Sea Turtle …"

Third Uncle Yang took out a jade pendant from his bosom and tied it with a red thread, hanging it around his neck. This was a pair of Qilins' high-quality jade walls. It was beautifully carved and had a flawless jade color.

Little Tiger's head thought it was interesting, so he put it to his mouth and laughed. He bent down and picked up a small sea turtle. "Grandfather, I'll give it to you …"

"Stinky kid, you still know to return a favor?"

Third Uncle Yang turned his head and sat down beside him. King Qin looked at the jade pendant on the chest of the tiger head. This was a family heirloom for the Third Uncle Yang, he was slightly surprised: "Third Uncle, why did you give such a precious thing to me?"

"I told you before, this jade pendant is for your son. "Since you view the tiger as your son, then he is my grandson."

"He sighed, the world is aware of Yue Pengju's death." Sigh, what a shame, Yue Pengju was the hero of his life, the most heartless of all the royal families. I hope that the child will grow up safe and sound by wearing the jade pendant. "

"Thank you, Third Uncle."

At this time, the Little Tiger had already ran out for a few steps, chasing after a big sea bird that had just stopped on the beach. He threw himself at the bird, wanting to pluck its feathers. How could he pluck it? The seabirds took off, and he ran so fast that he fell on the sand, giggling. Third Uncle Yang's gaze had been following him the entire time. Even though he was not without worry, he truly loved this child from the bottom of his heart. Having been on the island for so long, he rarely cried. Even when he fell, he would always giggle like this, always carefree, lively, and full of endless life force.

"With Yue Pengju having such a son, it's time for him to rest in peace."

"No, he died such a miserable death, there's no way he will rest in peace."

Third Uncle Yang retracted his gaze, and stared at King Qin: "Great King, Ye Lvdayong's horse army has started to train."

"With Liu Wu here, there's no need for me to worry. What I need to pay attention to are the powers in the ocean, I can't just revolve around Ye Lvdayong. Third Uncle, I haven't been idling around these days. "

The King Qin was indeed not idle, every day he would strengthen the arrangement and expansion of the ocean powers. However, what the Third Uncle Yang wanted was not just this, he reminded him: "Great King, your marriage is coming soon."

Soldier training was something that Liu Wu was worried about, and marriage was also something that Liu Wu was worried about?

King Qin muttered to himself for a moment, then shook his head: "Third Uncle, Ye Lvdayong and I can actually work together in other ways, we do not need to get married …"

The Third Uncle Yang stared at him, "A man's words are like a whip. For those who had achieved great things since ancient times, abiding by the oath of alliance was one of the most basic virtues. If both sides were to ally, it would be to keep the promise. I think that if Madame Yue wakes up, her first wish will be to avenge her husband … "

King Qin's heart trembled. Other than the army, what else could she do to avenge Yue Pengju? Hua Rong would definitely not forget to take revenge for her husband.

"Great King, your marriage should begin. Since it is an alliance, it should not be shabby. "

"I'm not free."

"You don't need to waste your energy, I will naturally arrange everything properly for you."

"We'll talk about it later. This marriage, I don't want to be. "I believe that with the cooperation of both sides, there can always be other ways."

Third Uncle Yang stood up and walked to the side, holding the Little Tiger's head. "Son, say goodbye to grandpa."

"Goodbye grandpa."

Third Uncle Yang watched the two of them leave as his heart was filled with worry. The Little Tiger started, and now there was another half dead Hua Rong. With her and her son on the island, it was easier said than done to have the King marry another woman. However, things had just gotten to this point. How could he just sit back and watch and do nothing?

No, this marriage must be done. Otherwise, how would he explain himself to Ye Lvdayong?

For quite a while, Hua Rong was in a semi-conscious state. Everyday, the Little Tiger's head was being brought by the wet nurse to sleep in the prefecture, where it would play for a while by the side of its mother's bed. That clear and crisp voice of "mother" was like the best spirit medicine. Every time a wound broke out and it was unbearable, Hua Rong would always be woken up by his son's soft voice, realizing that he had to live. There was even someone waiting for him, taking care of him and taking care of him.

"Sister Shi Qi, how pitiful is the head of the Little Tiger, he is still waiting for us, how can he not have a mother?" His husband's last words were in his ears. That's right, the head of the Little Tiger, how could it not have a mother? He must have a mother. That was it, she had endured the pain time and time again.

Little Tiger especially liked dusk. Every time this happened, Son Qin would carry Hua Rong to the beach and bathe in the soft light of the setting sun, allowing her body and mind to relax. At this time, Little Tiger would accompany her mother to play on the beach, picking up a lot of shell fish for her to see, blowing in her ears the sea snails.

Gradually, gradually, the Little Tiger's head saw its mother's blood-stained face and became clean and distinct once more. Like a shedding snake, its new skin was white and clean under the nourishment of all kinds of herbs and ointments. After that, his mother's hand shed a layer of its blood-colored skin, and even the thin cocoon left behind by the early archery training had completely faded due to the long period of recuperation. It felt soft and smooth to the touch. The strips of cloth around her body were being ripped off layer by layer. Each time she removed a part of the cloth, even more new life would be born. She was like a phoenix in the bath, repeatedly tempering herself, anticipating another complete rebirth.

Night slowly descended.

The sun, which had been raging all day, had turned into a gentle afterglow, illuminating the seashells on the beach with all kinds of colors, golden and dazzling. The Little Tiger ran and picked up a bunch of shells, crabs, and little sea turtles. They gathered around its mother and almost surrounded her entirely.

In his hand was a large red conch. He put it to his mouth and blew it. He shouted happily, "Mom! Mom!"

Hua Rong sat up and opened her eyes to look at his son. The running son, the dancing arm, the soft child growing day by day. A tender, loving feeling drove all the pain out of her body, and she was even able to reach out and slowly embrace her son.