C410 Mommy and Daddy

Hua Rong was half asleep and half awake. In front of him was the Oolong Town's Red Leaf, a dark and serene wood flower that was right outside the Donglin Temple's meditation room. Under the moonlight, Peng Hai held up a bunch of wild flowers. "Sister Shi Qi, this is for you …" She took the flowers with a smile and threw himself into his arms. Their lips were glued together almost immediately. It had been a long time since they had last been married. It was the kiss of the most intimate lover, the husband's arm around him, like so many lingering nights. She hugged his neck and responded with enthusiasm.

King Qin's mind was clouded by this enthusiasm. He only felt that his soft lips were fragrant like honey, full of passion, as if his thin body was filled with endless passion that was inexhaustible. It was even more intoxicating than he remembered. It was like a flower blooming at the most appropriate time, unrestrained and passionate, coquettish and coquettish, more beautiful than the most beautiful woman in the world. It was even more beautiful than the most beautiful woman in the world.

This was the first time he experienced how passionate she was. She was no longer the shy little girl who was filled with fear and cowardice. How wonderful!

"Little girl, little girl …"

His call was completely sealed by her, his lips and tongue entwined, kissing until he couldn't breathe, pushing all the desire in his body to the peak, he couldn't hold it in anymore, and gently took off her clothes. Without shyness or evasion, her soft body completely fit into his embrace, gentle yet active. Soft hands slid down from his neck, from his chest to his stomach, and her voice was intoxicating, her breathing rapid, like someone about to drown, as she embraced the last piece of driftwood. Temptation was the kind of nothingness that came after great fear. It needed comfort and a warm support. Such love could only be given to those who loved it the most.

He reached out and held her in his arms. Suddenly, he heard her groan. It was because of the wound on her shoulder that he was able to pull her back to reality. The pain was so intense that she cried out miserably as tears fell from her eyes. The impression from her dream disappeared, leaving only pain. There was an endless amount of pain, as if someone had stabbed her in the chest with a knife.

King Qin hurriedly stopped and gently hugged her in his embrace, "Little girl, is it painful? Where's the pain? "

She clung sleepily to his shoulder and tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were sleepy, and she sobbed softly, burying her face in his chest. A moment later, she fell asleep again. King Qin held her and caressed her hair. "Girl, wait for you to get better, you'll get better." Then, he carefully examined the wound on her shoulder and the wound on her waist. These places were already beginning to grow new flesh. He examined it slowly, stroking it gently, feeling nothing amiss, taking care of her, as he did every night these days, in the manner of a husband. This woman was his wife after all, wasn't she?

The morning sun rose and the windows were pushed open. Outside was a sea of flowers, a dense mass of grape arbors, a night of wind and rain. The grapes had been washed by the rain and were scattered all over the ground. The Little Tiger's head let out a cheerful giggle, and in his hand was a bunch of grapes. He picked one and put it into his mouth, jumping around non-stop, laughing: "Give this to Mommy to eat … …" this is for Abba to eat … "

King Qin turned around from the window and saw that Hua Rong had already slowly opened her eyes.

He walked over. "Girl, do you want to get up?"

Hua Rong nodded and sat up.

King Qin took out a green robe that he had prepared a long time ago and handed it over to her. He carefully helped her put it on and said softly: "Girl, today I will bring you to a good place to play."

Hua Rong nodded and slowly stood up. For the first time, she was able to stand perfectly straight. Only, after standing for a little while, her leg became lame again — her injured left leg had caused her to lose her balance.

The morning sun shone in through the window, covering her face like a green thrush that had been broken by a hunter. King Qin felt his heart ache, and his voice became even more gentle, as if all the gentleness of his life had concentrated onto this period of time. "Girl, you're so beautiful like this."

Her face revealed a smile. These words were so familiar, and Pengju always liked to say it, "Sister Shi Qi, you're so beautiful …"

She stared at the ancient face across from her, the familiar tenderness in her eyes that was at odds with him. However, this tenderness was clear. She knew it and could see it and experience it. Even during the hundreds of days and nights when he was in a coma due to his injuries, he could still feel it deeply.

The morning sun shone onto the beach, and the Little Tiger ran ahead happily while holding a bunch of grapes in its hands. Behind it, King Qin supported Hua Rong and slowly walked towards the concealed grass on the island. It was a beautiful place, and also where Hua Rong found the exit to her escape route more than ten years ago.

At that time, the flowers were in full bloom, and the aquatic plants were extremely lush.

"Abba, hurry up …"

"Mom, quick, hurry up …"

From afar, the Third Uncle Yang's gaze firmly stared at the three people. The Little Tiger giggled and King Qin laughed out loud. These days, following Hua Rong's gradual awakening and recovery, King Qin was completely immersed in the joy of family life.

What exactly could this kind of family life bring to the King Qin? More accurately, it was hindering him from what?

Third Uncle Yang frowned, he was extremely anxious.

Here the sun was soft and beautiful.

There was grass as far as the eye could see, green as a whole piece of crystal, decorated with a dense variety of wild flowers. Some wild and unknown animals were running around in groups. They were wild sea sheep with long and rare horns. They spread out their hooves and sprinted rapidly before stopping again. The rare horn flickered with a faint blue light. The sunlight shone down from a tall flower bush. The purple color of the flower reflected the sunlight like a gigantic kaleidoscope. Dust flew within the kaleidoscope as it transformed into many grotesquely shaped patterns.

Little Tiger Head had never been here before, he was so shocked by this strange scene that he started to giggle, clapping his little hands as he chased after the beautiful sea sheep. Hai Yang was a rare sight and was not afraid at all. She let out a bleating sound, stuck out her long tongue, and licked the face of the Little Tiger. The Little Tiger head laughed out loud as he extended his hand and tiptoed, but he still could not reach the Qilin horn. The man and the sheep seemed to be hugging each other, causing his face to be covered with saliva from the red tongue of the Sea Sheep …

Hua Rong lied on the grass, the sky was so blue that it did not seem real, and here, it was as if she had entered a brand-new world. Everything had changed, even the "Sunset Island" had undergone drastic changes. Only this place had not changed one bit, and it was exactly the same as in the past. Only, one person was missing. She could not help but look towards the entrance of the sea under the willow tree. A simple boat seemed to be swinging in front of her. She and Pengju had spent a lot of time secretly making it here. This is a secret, a secret that the King Qin still doesn't know about. Back then, he only knew that the two of them had escaped. However, he had never known how they had managed to do so.

She lay on the grass, warm as the most comfortable green blanket, soft comfort and moisture. The sky above her head was a deep blue, and her mind was completely relaxed. She closed her eyes, looking like she was about to fall asleep again. In the mist, the boy's figure ran and jumped, holding up the bright red shells and conch, working so hard with the canoe. At that time, he was only 17 years old, and Pengju was not yet 14 years old. Both of them worked diligently, and with incredible tenacity, they quickly built a small boat, hoping to escape into the world of freedom. She happily ran over, got closer, closer, and he held up the crimson conch. "Big sister …" "Elder sister …" She stretched out her hand and woke up with a start. She could only shout, "Pengju, Pengju …"

In a warm embrace, his voice was soft. "Little girl, what's wrong?"

She slowly closed her eyes, exhausted. The freedom that had been running towards him since he was young had finally not been obtained. Everything he had obtained was shackles and a prison, imprisoning the heart and the body. Ideal was just a joke, a lie. He and Penga had chosen the wrong path from the very beginning. Until he used his life and blood to verify the absurdity of what he had just passed through.

Zhao Deji, Qin Gui, Wang Junhua, Jin Wushu … Many faces appeared before his eyes. Only now did he recall the hatred, the bone-deep hatred. However, he had lost the impulse from before. He could only hide it in his heart. Hatred was also a form of survival learning.

"Penga him? "Peng Ju's body …"

It was only after a long while did King Qin hear her gently ask this question. He had used all his strength to say the word "corpse", but he had no choice but to do so.

"He was buried by the Jail Temple Prison's jailer."

Hua Rong looked at the sky above her head and did not speak for a long time. The anger and sorrow that had settled in her heart reignited as it resounded in her chest, almost breaking out of her throat. She couldn't even bury her own husband's body. She didn't even know where he was buried. A thousand miles of lonely grave, without a place to speak of desolation.

"Zhang Xian also died in prison. As for the rest, Yu Peng, Sun Ge and the rest were exiled. Zhang Xian's wife and children were also exiled. "The news I got was that there were villagers taking care of them along the way …"

Zhang Xian was also dead! Jin Wushu, this treacherous Dogfish. She quietly clenched her fists, then loosened them again. Beside her, a bunch of wild flowers were crushed into pieces, scattering to the ground.

He suddenly thought of Lu Da, where had he gone to?

"Where's the Big Brother Lu?"

"This monk is unfathomable. I had previously arranged to meet with him at a meeting place. But he was besieged at the South Gate and lost to us. After Yue Pengju died, no matter how hard we tried, we could not find out his whereabouts.

Hua Rong did not continue asking. It was all a terrible pain, as her own family and friends were all taken care of in one fell swoop. She had only one son left, and that was herself. She was trapped on the island, helpless and helpless. Now that she had reached this point in her life, she knew that she was truly at the end of her road.

There was only one King Qin.

She lay down again. The green velvet grass was heavenly and light. It was the complete relaxation, safety, and peace of mind during the most desperate times of one's life. Her son's chuckle was in her ears. He ran and laughed, picked up a bunch of wild flowers, and spread them out around his mother. She wanted to pile her up into a pile. He was so excited by the fun that she was not tired of it. Not long later, Hua Rong was surrounded by flowers as if she was trapped inside a wall of flowers.

King Qin looked at him while grinning, but did not stop him. The King Qin himself had also casually picked a handful of wild flowers, causing all sorts of fragrance to wrap around Hua Rong's face. Hua Rong's coolness swept over her face, and with her eyes closed, her body was filled with fatigue, pain, and hardship, as if it had finally come to an end. It was no longer a bloody scene or a wandering one. After experiencing such bitter battles and being able to fend off the wind and rain, how fortunate was she to have lived her entire life? She buried her gratitude deep down in her heart, waiting for the words to come out, but she couldn't say them out loud. She could only hold his hand and call out "Qin Shangcheng".