C416 Dream

Xiao Daniang weighed the soft and thin silk with her own hands. This material was stolen from a boat that the great scoundrel Cai Jing had used to travel the ocean to steal it over ten years ago. Inside was the Shu brocade from the prime of his life, washed with the water of the Jinjiang River. Even Xiao Daniang, who was born in the palace, had never seen anything like this before. She asked with joy, "Did the King prepare these for my Young Miss?"

"Exactly. My king attaches great importance to this marriage. The King is not young anymore. To be honest, the King wishes for the King to get married soon and have a son. In this way, even if the King dies of old age, the King will still be able to rest in peace. "

"Thank you, Third Uncle, for your concern." It's almost New Year's Eve, and New Year's Eve is the most important day for the Chinese people. Marrying a chicken will be followed by marrying a dog and a chicken; my Miss would like to spend New Year's Eve with the King. "

"Definitely."

When Xiao Daniang left, the Third Uncle Yang hurriedly went to the seaside to take a look, but there was still no trace of the King Qin. This New Year's Eve, he wasn't even at Changlin Island, how could he spend New Year's Eve with Li Tinglan?

He couldn't help but recall the news that Liu Wu had brought back, as well as Song Jin's current judgement of the situation. Now that the two nations had entered into a temporary period of peace and negotiation, the Song Kingdom side, Yue Pengju's death, Han Zhongliang and the rest had all come to an end, their good generals crippled. On the Jinguo side, there was only Jin Wushu left to support the overall situation. Currently, both countries were busy recovering their economies and recuperating. According to his judgement, it was unlikely for them to use soldiers on a large scale for a short period of time. And this time, it was a great opportunity for Ye Lvdayong to rise. If this was delayed any longer, when Song Jin managed to catch his breath, he was afraid that his faction would be annihilated in the cradle soon.

There were some opportunities that only happened once, and once missed, it would never happen again. However, just as he was doing his best, King Qin did not care about the big picture and was immersed in the private affairs of his children. With a stomp, two small fry s ran over. He shouted angrily, "Has the King returned?"

small fry replied: Ma Su just left for a day, how could he have gotten news so quickly? Third Uncle, please wait patiently. "

How could the Third Uncle Yang wait any longer? He only wished he could step in front of King Qin, grab his collar and teach him a lesson. Could it be that this boy was just a raw material for becoming a pirate and not the life of an emperor?

Yue Pengju's Crest of Clothes.

As Yue Pengju's corpse was buried by the Jail Temple Prison, Hua Rong could only take his son and build a memorial grave for his husband on this remote island. Inside, there was not even a coat of arms, only the portrait she drew for his husband and the words "Yue Pengju" that he taught her son to write.

Hua Rong and her son kneeled down and kowtowed as they saw a pile of fragrant wax paper burning in the air.

"Pengju, your son is already learning the Three Character Classic and is also learning martial arts. "He's grown taller than before. Before long, I'll teach him how to shoot arrows …"

"Penga, my injuries have also healed. Don't worry about me."

"Peng Ju …"

The Little Tiger asked in a childish voice: "Mom, is Abba inside?"

"Yes." The soul of the Abba has always been with us. "

"But, why is the Abba inside? Why didn't he come out? When will he come out? "

Hua Rong's tears fell like rain, and she was unable to reply.

This was the first time Little Tiger saw her mother cry so bitterly. Mom... Was the Little Tiger naughty? "In the future, Little Tiger heads will listen to mother's words …"

She hugged her son tightly and fell to the ground crying.

The Little Tiger started crying as well. It could only shout out, "Mommy, Mommy …"

A row of grass was bent over by the waves of tears. Only the words "Yue Pengju" was left lying there silently in the sea breeze.

The mother and son stayed there for the whole day. The Little Tiger could not sit still and ran to the grass to chase after all kinds of birds and beasts.

Hua Rong sat in front of the tombstone in a daze, she buried her head in her knees, the wind was howling and she did not know how to continue, her entire body was numb, her heart was numb, she did not know how to proceed with her life and the future.

The Little Tiger's head was drenched in sweat as it ran towards its mother and shouted, "Mom, I'm hungry, I want to go home and eat dinner."

She took her son's hand and silently pulled him back. The Little Tiger kept on chattering along the way: "Mom, Abba took so long to come back? Why must the Abba be here? Are we going to wait here for the Abba every day? Mother, I wrote 'Yue Pengju' again today. Mister said that I wrote very well … "

Hua Rong didn't say a word, and only held onto his son's hand. No matter how hard he swayed, he couldn't hear what his son was saying.

On the dining table, there were several large plates of exquisite dishes and a large bowl of fish soup that was steaming hot. The wild grapes that were dried were placed on the table as simple raisins. The Little Tiger extended its head to grab a few of them and put them in its mouth, shouting: "Abba, the raisins are so delicious."

King Qin gave him a pair of chopsticks: "Stinky kid, eat more if it's delicious. "Kid, where did you play today?"

"I went to see the Abba today. Mom said that the Abba is right under the grass. He will be back to visit us soon …"

The child spoke without restraint. King Qin looked towards Hua Rong only to see her sitting on a chair, completely lost in thought, as if she hadn't heard a single word her son said. Following the arrival of Yue Pengju's Sacrificial Sun, all of the painful experiences seemed to have awakened, as their memories surfaced one by one, all of them a scene of flesh and blood flying everywhere.

"Little girl …" The King Qin called out three times before she came to her senses. She hurriedly walked to the table and sat down, then picked up the bowl to eat.

"Little girl, you didn't look well today. Be careful and rest. "

She forced a smile and nodded. She answered vaguely, only knowing how to eat big mouthfuls, as if eating had become the most important thing in the world.

After eating his meal in a daze, he didn't even know how to say goodbye to King Qin. He didn't even hug his son as he returned to his room like a walking corpse and laid down. He did nothing, but he felt tired; he thought nothing, but his mind was so muddled that it felt like it was about to explode. King Qin watched as she floated away, then shouted anxiously. "Mother, mother …" He hugged Little Tiger's head. "Mom is tired, let her rest. I'll play with you tomorrow."

The next moon was rising slowly from the eastern sky, facing the east. It was the darkest moment before sunrise. A solitary moon, as clear as a circle of light in a vast desert. The desert, life, and fate had all fallen into the endless desert.

"Sister Shi Qi … Sister Shi Qi … "

Hua Rong quietly got up from the bed and walked over to the window. She was neatly dressed, and she walked lightly, and she was anxious. Pengju came, this was Pengju calling him. She joyfully went over, and Pengju wore a white dress, his eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were like stars. He looked strong and healthy.

July Citrus, August performance, carrying the Xuan Huang, I Zhu Kongyang, for Gongzi Chang.

It was like the voice of a son reading a book. It was clear, loud and clear. Sister Shi Qi … "

She pounced forward and a burst of smoke diffused into the air, transforming into a thick fog, Pengju's figure gradually dissipated, she was panicking and did not know what to do. Just as she was about to give chase, the smoke faded, and the pursuers who blotted out the sky and covered the earth, arrow cluster s that were like dark clouds, shot towards her layer by layer. She couldn't breath, and could only try her best to resist. However, it was in pain and her body was covered with sharp arrow s. Like a hedgehog, she could only see blood gushing out like a tide.

"Pengju, Pengju... "I'm in so much pain …"

A long spear swept over. He descended like a god, tightly grasping her hand. However, as the hundred great blades came slashing over, flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and all of his limbs were broken … Whose? Whose? His? Peng Jian? Why are these hands so cold? Why can't I hold it tight anymore? Like a pile of building blocks, Pengju's body fell down with a splash, like a pile of quicksand, and he instantly vanished without a trace … She could only watch helplessly as tens of thousands of sharp arrow s shot towards her chest. Tears streamed down her face, and she panicked, not knowing where to go to find those disappearing figures …

King Qin pushed open the door and rushed in. He saw a dishevelled human figure by the window, waving a bow and arrow, shouting until his voice was hoarse, "Kill … Kill Zhao Deji... Kill Zhao Deji... Kill Zhao Deji... Pengju, save me … "Save me …"

"Little girl, little girl …"

Her strength suddenly increased so much that he could not catch her. Her body rushed towards the window, and she actually wanted to jump out.

"Girl, wake up, wake up …" He held her tightly, grabbing her shoulders fiercely. Her hands were in pain, and the lesser arch fell to the ground, screaming as it fell.

King Qin hurriedly carried her onto the bed and ignited the lamp. Only then did he realize that her hand was covered with blood, as if she had just fought a life and death battle. He didn't know when she had found the back of his lesser arch.

His heart felt as if it had been cut by a knife. He hugged her tightly and gently wiped the blood off her hand. It was unknown just how she had been injured. In these past few days, she had been having nightmares and he had no idea what to do. He could only hope that after Yue Pengju's day of sacrifice and this terrifying New Year's Eve, she would be able to improve a little.

"Little girl, don't be afraid. I'll accompany you. There won't be any more danger. Don't be afraid …" He embraced her and lightly patted her back. His heart was sad, as if he was coaxing a weak child to sleep.

The Little Tiger next door that was listening to her mother's crazy and terrifying cries was also awakened, and began to wail loudly. The nurse coaxed him, and he quickly fell asleep again. King Qin let out a long sigh and extinguished the light. Outside the window, the sky started to brighten.

Not long after he laid down, he heard some rustling sounds in his sleep. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Hua Rong.

Seeing him open his eyes, she smiled lightly: "Qin Shangcheng, aren't you going to discuss some matters today?"

King Qin sat up. It was already late in the morning outside, and only now did he remember that today was the last meeting he had arranged for the end of the year. Ever since Li Tinglan arrived at Changlin Island, very few people were allowed to enter the Sunset Island. All the meetings were changed outside of Sunset Island, and this time was no exception. He quickly got up and put on her clothes. Hua Rong had already washed his face and let him wash. King Qin saw that her eyes were black and bloodshot, and sighed: "Girl, you rest well, there is no need to do all this."

"It's fine. I don't have anything to do all day anyway."

She picked up the comb and stood behind him. King Qin hurriedly said: "Little girl, your hand is injured. I'll do it myself."

It seemed that she had just noticed that her hand was bandaged, and her expression was somewhat confused. She didn't know how she had gotten injured. The pain was faint, but it wasn't severe. She shook her head and grabbed his hair to gently comb it.

These days, he had already gotten used to her care. Everyday, he had her meticulously arranging his hair, she would comb it for him and massage it for him. That was a great pleasure. He really didn't dare to think about it in the past.