C452 Salix

This gratitude was more than a thousand words, especially the heartfelt smile on her face. Zha He scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed: "That's right, The little boys, tomorrow is Salix, do you want to go watch the show?" Seeing Hua Rong's hesitation, he said in a low voice, "Fourth Prince's power and prestige far surpasses that of Wolf Lord. If we use his reputation, it will be easier for us to act …"

Hua Rong laughed, everyone said that Zha He was honest, who would know that this person had a dishonest side? She nodded her head and also quietly said, "Okay, we will use the Fourth Prince's name. It's not like we can eat as food, no?"

The next morning, Hua Rong got up and dressed up to wake her son up.

Lu Wenlong used to be woken up by servants, but now, he was woken up by his mother every morning. When he opened his eyes, he saw that gentle face, it was an incomparably wonderful feeling. He lazily rubbed his eyes, acting like a child. "Mom, it's still early …"

Hua Rong said gently: "Son, look at the new clothes that mother has prepared for you."

He rolled to his feet and saw his mother holding a brand-new set of Single Shirt s, with a leopard belt around her waist. He hastily put on the clothes as Hua Rong pulled him to her own tent. Looking at the large bronze mirror, he looked just like a small leopard. Lu Wenlong loved it so much that he could not let go of it. Hua Rong then combed a bun that was full of wildness for him.

"Mom, this is so beautiful."

Hua Rong smiled merrily: "Is it better than your previous clothes?"

"Much better. "Mom, this is how I'll wear it from now on."

Hua Rong laughed happily once again.

In the distance, Jin Wushu stopped his horse and looked at the mother and son riding on his horse. He stared fixedly at the mother and son, fresh and angry, as if they were figures from a painting. A misconception suddenly arose in his heart: This was his own son, the son born between Hua Rong and him!

"Abba, Abba …"

He forced himself to calm down and looked at Hua Rong's clothes with curiosity. He thought that she wouldn't wear the clothes that he had delivered to her.

"Hua Rong, you look really good this way."

She smiled slightly: "I am indebted to Fourth Prince for his praise. Let's go, Wen Long still wants to win over the gold knife. "

He was in high spirits. "Just you wait and see how we are."

Many years ago, the first time they met the Salix was already beginning to look indifferent. Perhaps it was because of peaceful times, but now they had to travel again. On the tent in the middle, wolfhirsutism, along with the rest of the Pet Consort, were sitting in a high position as they looked down at the golden-armored warrior with anger in his eyes. And on the first position on the left was Fourth Prince's tent, the scale was not inferior to the tent with the combined thorns. The moment Jin Wushu and his group climbed up and sat down, the surrounding female nobleman began to whisper, countless gazes looking at the woman beside him.

He sized her up for a long while before sighing, "It's been rumored that Fourth Uncle is obsessed with a female Song Kingdom for many years, but we don't believe it yet. Seeing you today, you truly live up to your name. "

Small Cisch's Zhang Shi was also a Song people, but when he heard the tone of his voice, he quickly said: "Fourth Uncle does not follow any rules. Your Majesty look, all of your rewards are tied to her, it can be said that you are deeply in love with her …"

He heard the meaning of her words and quickly comforted her: "My beloved concubine, I dare not give you too much fame because of my old rules these past few years. "Since Fourth Uncle has started it off like this, I will definitely imitate his actions …"

Small Cisch was beaming with joy. After waiting for so many years, no matter how kind the Wolf Master was, he could only be humble because his status was low. Fourth Prince was powerful, but in the hearts of his subordinates, he was stronger than the Wolf Master.

When Jin Wushu bowed to the Wolf Lord again, they greeted each other courteously. Just as he was about to step back, the combined thorns quietly whispered into his ears, "Fourth Uncle, your wangfei is really not bad. I congratulate you. "

Jin Wushu was extremely pleased with himself and laughed: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Ye Lvguanyin, Wang Junhua and the others who were watching coldly from the sidelines felt a chill in their hearts. Although they were both in the same tent, the difference in status and position was more than just a logical difference. Even if Wang Junhua had the excuse that the Fourth Prince wanted to capture the King Qin, doubts would inevitably arise. Fourth Prince, you shouldn't pretend to be serious!

It was the competition of the junior group. Lu Wenlong did not disappoint and won first place, raising his gold knife, he ran towards his mother: "Mom, I got first place …"

Hua Rong took the gold knife, exhaled, and praised: "As expected, it's the world's fastest blade."

Lu Wenlong liked it even more: "Mom, this is for you."

Hua Rong nodded his head and cautiously accepted it. The child rubbed his hands: "The Abba is going to fight soon, let's go watch, okay?"

Hua Rong looked over and saw that not far away, Jin Wushu was riding on a black horse.

"Your Abba is acting, he will not participate in the competition."

Based on Jin Wushu's current status, it was naturally only for the sake of his performance, and he would not fight for first place. He was in high spirits, and when he thought of Hua Rong's stunning performance that year, he could not help but feel a surge of emotions, and he became more and more anxious: I must show her! Let her see, her hero is not old.

With a command, he quickly dashed and hastily shot an arrow towards the willow branch that was tied to the red kernels. A thunderous cheer rose from the crowd. He ran around to express his gratitude, then habitually looked at his own tent, only to see his son running towards him while being escorted by a personal guard, cheering, "Abba is so powerful, Abba is so powerful …"

He jumped off the horse, embraced his son, and whispered next to him, "Where's your mother?"

"Mom said she's not feeling well, so she's going back first."

He was angry and disappointed. This woman didn't even want to stay and see if she had even used the same move she had used to shoot the willow. She had spent many years trying to figure it out and practiced it for a long time before finally learning it.

She was showing her charming eyes to the blind man!

Twilight descended, and the ancient tree tents were enveloped in a layer of soft light. Then, the light became intense, as if it were embedded with thousands of golden edges. The mangrove opposite turned into a golden red color, as if it was a painting. When Lu Wenlong rode back, the Black Moonlight's hair was also plastered with a layer of brilliant gold. It was shiny, as if he was a celestial child running in the Jade Lake Paradise.

Hua Rong walked out of the tent and welcomed him: "Son, you're back."

He jumped off his horse and went to wash up. He walked over to his mother, looked around and found that Zha He was not there, so he asked, "Where is Uncle Zha He?"

"He's out for something. He'll be back in a few days."

He was slightly worried. "Then, will mother be in danger?"

Hua Rong was startled and understood. He thought Zha He was here to protect him. Her heart softened. She held his hand and smiled. "With a son protecting your mother, how could your mother be in danger?"

The child felt a sense of responsibility as a heroic feeling arose in his heart. He was very happy as he said, "Mother, Abba will attend the banquet tonight. I will accompany you when I return."

Tonight, female nobleman had a grand feast. When Lu Wenlong thought about how his mother was at home by herself, he came back early. Seeing that he was so sensible, Hua Rong was in a good mood. She suddenly said, "Son, mom will make some tea for you tonight."

"Really?" He raised his face excitedly. "Abba said that the tea brewed by mother is better than fine wine."

Jin Wushu had mentioned it to him several times. Even though he had never tasted it before, hearing his mother mention it, he immediately thought that it was some kind of Bejewelled Nectar Jade Fluid. But, Mom, I'm so hungry. "

She said softly, "Mom knows, so she prepared a lot of good things for you."

Most of the dishes on the table were things that Lu Wenlong had never seen before. They were all rice dishes from the Da Song, ordinary wild vegetables, and such ordinary beef and mutton meat. Now, the color of the flowers had changed, and there was even a simple decorative arrangement of a melon and fruit. There was another kind of taste that he had never thought of.

He ate with great admiration. "Mom, it's delicious. "It's too delicious …"

Hua Rong smiled gently: "In mom's hometown, this is how we eat."

"Do the people of Oolong Town eat like this too?"

"Mother's homeland is not the Oolong Town. It was bigger and wider. Tokyo, Hangzhou, Fuzhou, Yizhou, Nansha Sea … "It's better there than here, and the clothes are prettier. There's even a warm sun, and many sea turtles, shells, and corals, and countless other strange things …"

He stopped his chopsticks – it was only then that he realized that since his mother had arrived, he had been using the chopsticks. Unknowingly, he had gotten used to it. "Mom, we must go to these good places to play …"

She was extremely patient. "Play? Not for fun. Where to live. To live in a happy place. "

"Is that place better than Da Jin?"

"It's not cold there. The seasons are like spring, so it's much better than here."

"Alright, we'll go together."

She smiled without saying a word. Her child was still deeply rooted in Jin Wushu, she had no intention of correcting his thoughts. After all, the favor of raising and nurturing was deep, wasn't it? Then she ordered the table cleared. "Son, I'll make you some tea."

The child did as instructed and washed his hands in a large wooden basin. He went back to change into the loose robes his mother had prepared. His hair was loose, like a small, elegant gentleman's. He actually loved this sort of attire. He felt as if he was born to like this more than a real horse costume.

"Mom …" He ran in, stunned: sweet candles were burning all around him, smokeless and faintly fragrant. On the beautiful Desk, a set of rose-red kiln tea set had already been set up. The copper pot began to boil water, flames and rose red, forming a kind of special beauty. And Mom. His mother had already changed into a new crescent Single Shirt. She had combed her hair into a high bun and was holding a green bamboo slip with her lily-white hands. She smiled faintly and said, "Son, tea has a long culture. There's a tea doctor in the Tang Dynasty called Lu Yu …"

He only saw his mother's soft smile, the moving of her red lips, the gurgling of the water, the undulating of the fishes and birds as her hands turned — he had reached out several times to catch the fish, had touched only the steam of his hand, had laughed with the innocent wonder of a child: "Mother, it's amazing. "It's really fun. Even if you teach me, I want to play too …"