C414 valley towel

The King Qin packed up his ink and reached out to pull Hua Rong's hand. Only then did he realise that she was staring at him, and for some reason, his face blushed red and her voice sounded like she was saying, "Girl, are you hungry?"

She smiled and nodded. King Qin did not know what to say, his heart was filled with an unfamiliar emotion. He bent his arm, hung the ink bag around his neck, extended both of his hands, and picked up the big and small, and ran away quickly: "Eat Luo, there's something good to eat tonight …"

"Hehe, Abba, you have to be slower …"

"Abba, raise me up high …"

"Abba, I have a wild fruit on my head, I want to eat it …"

"Abba …"

Her delicate voice was filled with happiness. So having a family was such a wonderful thing.

A few dishes, a jug of wine, and slices of wild goat meat were placed in a large plate in the cracked ice pot. The meticulous cook even placed a wild alfalfa on top of the meat, making it look fresh and refreshing.

King Qin picked up his chopsticks and first gave the Little Tiger's head a few slices of meat: "Son, do you like this food?"

A bottle of wine was passed over and placed in front of him. A woman's gentle voice said, "Qin Shangcheng, have a look, how about this wine?" He took the wine and finished it in one gulp. A few pieces of meat were already in his bowl. His voice was still gentle as he said, "Eat first before you drink." He ate the meat again.

The Little Tiger looked at his smiling face and shouted, "Mom, I want to drink too, I want to eat meat too …" Hua Rong said gently: "The meat in your bowl is about to form a small hill." No, the Abba bowl was the best. I want his... "Mom, I want to …" He always thought that the Abba's bowls were more delicious than her own.

The King Qin gave the meat in his bowl to him with a smile. "Stinky kid is made from the same plate, isn't it all the same?" "No, what you gave was from my mother, mine was not."

In the blink of an eye, King Qin saw Hua Rong's face filled with smiles. She was holding a rice bowl that belonged to the same color system, her hands were red, and her blue and white porcelain bowl. This was the first time she had poured wine, eaten, and eaten for herself, like the most virtuous wife.

He picked up the bowl. In the clouds and mist, he felt that it was unreal. Staring straight at her, those bright eyes, rosy lips, long fingers, green as the tip of a onion. Of course, this was not important. What was important was that she accompanied him to dinner, took care of him, and behaved just like his wife. How good this would be. On the day that he could lick blood from the mouth of a saber in half a lifetime, he actually had a family, a wife and children.

His booming voice dropped to a very gentle tone. "Little girl, do you want to drink?"

She smiled and shook her head.

The Little Tiger immediately reached out for a cup of wine. "I'll drink, I'll drink."

King Qin slapped his little hand away. "Children are not allowed to drink alcohol."

The head of the Little Tiger was not convinced? Why can't children drink? Seeing that he was so wronged that he looked like he was about to cry, the King Qin passed the wine cup to him. "Pui …"

The King Qin laughed out loud. Hua Rong said softly: "This is not good, I will spoil this child."

"Men must drink. "Girl, don't worry, I won't hit him. Starting tomorrow, I will teach him martial arts." He pinched Little Tiger's chubby cheek, "Stinky kid, you will have to wake up early tomorrow, and practice with me everyday, do you know?"

The Little Tiger's eyes lit up, she jumped off the table to get her wooden sabre, and asked happily: "Abba, is this what you're training in?"

"Yes." There was also a spear and a blade. "When you learn everything, I will give you many good things."

The Little Tiger ran back and climbed onto the stool. It hugged King Qin and kissed him on his face until he was drooling: "Hehe, Abba is so nice."

Hua Rong then filled another bowl of rice for King Qin, but seeing the two of them getting closer and closer to each other, the smile on their face became wider.

It was already late in the night, and Little Tiger Head had long since fallen asleep in the room next door. When the King Qin came back after taking care of some things, under the light of the lamp, Hua Rong was sitting right now sewing a new Single Shirt.

"Little girl, it's getting late. Rest early."

Hua Rong shook her head: "I'm not tired. You go rest first. "

"Little girl, why are you doing this?"

"The weather is a little cold, I'll make you a Single Shirt."

It was already late in the month of La, and there were only seven to eight days left before New Year's Eve. Only now did King Qin realize that outside the window, the wind was howling. He didn't feel it during the day, but he felt a little cold at night.

"Those clothes of yours are too thick and too thin, they aren't suitable."

King Qin had been on the island for many years, and when he was thirsty or hungry, he would order his subordinates to prepare food and drinks, but he never felt cold. When he was cold, he would put on a coat or a piece of tiger skin, and never considered whether his clothes were fitting or not. This was the first time he heard such considerate words, and when he looked at the room again, he discovered that the room had long since been tidied up completely, and was completely different from the room that the servants were tidying — everything was arranged in an orderly manner, other than convenient shortcuts, there was also a sense of beauty and comfort. It was just a simple change in location and collocation for the same items, but everything had changed. This was the charm of a mistress!

He looked around, and his gaze fell back to the bed, which was hung high up with the brocade curtain. The bed had also been changed into a more simple and unadorned quilt, and the pillow had been replaced with a new one. bridal chamber! bridal chamber! This was the bed that he had slept on before! He did not know why, but he had been thinking about it all day, thinking about it and never forgetting it. Since Hua Rong was injured, she had been unconscious for the greater part of a year. For the rest of the time, he recuperated with all the other wounds on her body.

Now that she had finally gotten rid of the lingering sickness in her bed, the strong smell of medicine slowly disappeared from the room, just like when she had seen her calf. Her throat tightened as hot blood almost burst out of her entire body.

Hua Rong put down her needle and thread, and held onto that pair of big, warm hands without saying anything for a long time.

He breathed in and out with an anxious voice, "Little girl …"

It was the most ardent passion of a man who had been repressed for years, and could not wait to be released. She knew, she knew, that her body was trembling slightly from the heat. She slowly closed her eyes. He rubbed his hand against her hair and placed it on her waist. He held her soft waist and was about to pick her up when she felt something was wrong. She reached out his hand and felt the tears on her face. He was extremely shocked. "Little girl, what's going on?"

She kept her eyes closed as tears streamed down her face, "It will be the day of Peng Kai's sacrifice in the next few days … Qin Shangcheng, I will marry you after the new year, okay? "

His heart skipped a beat, but he still held her shoulder tightly. In his heart, she had always been and had always been his wife. Her thoughts were indeed different from hers. From the Madame Yue to the Madam Qin — how many years had it been?! But what did it matter? Such a long period of time had passed. In just these few days, what could possibly stop this?

He picked her up, put her on the bed and covered her with a thin blanket before saying softly, "Girl, I'll do as you say. I'll be staying next door for the next few days. Have a good rest, we'll talk about it after the new year. "

She didn't answer, just leaned against his chest. Ever since his husband's death, the only person he could rely on in this world had disappeared. Now, it was only him, Qin Shangcheng. At the ends of the earth, in this lifetime, who could be better to him than the Little Tiger s head or to himself?

He was going to use all his strength and use all his strength to be good to him, to repay him, but Pengju's birthday was coming up, these few days were coming up, it was the 20th day of the lunar month, New Year's Eve — the warmth of the island, without the reminder of the wind or snow, was actually making people forget that New Year was approaching. However, on New Year's Eve, it would eventually come. Year after year, it would remind itself that it was the day of Pengju's martyrdom.

Under such circumstances, how could he be at ease and have a good time with other men?

"Qin Shangcheng, I'm sorry!"

He laughed, "Little girl, it's fine. Our family will have a good year together."

Early morning, the sun had just risen.

The Little Tiger's head was pulled out from under the blanket, and sleepily rubbed its eyes. Seeing the bright big blade in King Qin's hands, it immediately became excited and jumped out of the bed: "Abba, can I use the big blade now?"

King Qin lowered her voice, "Don't wake mother, child. Use a wooden sabre first. You are not allowed to use the big blade until you are a little older. "

"How long has it been since I grew up?"

"In a few more years."

"How long is a few years?"

"Not long? "It's been many years since I woke up and opened my eyes …"

Hua Rong stood at the door, not opening it. She only heard the father's and son's footsteps receding into the distance. Then, she slowly went back to sit down and picked up her needle frame.

The sun had risen.

The Little Tiger came back with a head full of sweat. The wet nurse took him to wash his face, while the King Qin walked in with big strides, also sweating profusely. After putting away the basin of washing water, the kernels was given to him in a warm manner: "Wash your face and eat."

His heart was filled with that wonderful feeling, that heartfelt gentleness. It was the gentleness of a wife. After washing his face and wiping off the sweat on his body, he found a new set of Single Shirt s and draped them over his body.

He was wearing it, and Hua Rong helped fasten his belt. He reached out her hand, and his entire body, just happened to fit perfectly on his body.

He looked at her slightly red eyes and asked, "Little girl, did you stay up late last night?"

"Not long, it's simple, it'll be done soon."

He reached out to take her hand, but she smiled and pulled it away. She picked up a tortoiseshell comb from a nearby Desk and said softly, "Let me comb your hair into a bun …"

He couldn't believe his ears and reached out to stroke his disheveled hair. Her memories were so vivid that even when she went to the Jinguo to tease Jin Wushu, she still shaved her hair until it was braided to the left and right. When she brought the medicine for him, she found out that he had shaved his head and combed his hair with a Dongpo towel. How much better it would have been to have her comb her hair and put on her headscarf every day.

Her hand slowly stroked the top of his head. It was so soft, one after another, that he had placed the bronze mirror in front of him. However, she was so excited that she forgot to look at herself in the mirror.

The gentle voice said, "Alright, take a look. Have you gotten used to it?"

The man in the mirror was well-groomed. He was no longer a wild man with unruly hair. He looked ten years younger. He was unable to contain his joy, and touched his scarf: "Little girl, what kind of Dongpo towel is this?"

She smiled and shook her head: "No, this is a valley towel."