C461 Do Not Beat Me

King Qin suddenly thought of the valley towel that he hadn't seen in a long time. That set of Single Shirt in winter, he let out a long sigh.

"Abba, why did you want to beat up the Little Tiger's head before?"

King Qin looked at this devilish child and caressed his head. "Son, is it still painful?"

The Little Tiger nodded continuously, and asked relentlessly: "Abba, why do you want to beat the Little Tiger's head?" Because he had never fought before, he felt both weird and wronged.

"I haven't hit him yet."

Didn't beat him up? His soul had been scared out of him as well. The Little Tiger scratched his head, he could not bring himself to say such words, and continued to tug on his hair: "Abba, will you beat me up again in the future? You are not allowed to beat up Little Tiger's head in the future, okay? "

"If you don't wear clothes, then just beat him up." King Qin took out a small toy from his bosom and coaxed him, "Wait until we get to the shore, Abba will buy you a candied fruit."

"Okay!" The Little Tiger laughed and forgot to ask. It placed its finger in its mouth and drooled. Sweet candied fruits flew around in front of its eyes.

Above their heads, Sea Birds flew over in groups, the Little Tiger rode on the Abba's shoulders and kept reaching out to grab them, but they could not grab even a single one. King Qin hugged him the entire time as if he was not tired at all. Witnessing the anger that the King Qin had, he was as frightened as the others, but when he looked over, he saw that the King Qin's face was filled with vicissitudes of life. His leopard-like eyes were filled with loneliness, and on his shoulder sat his son that did not belong to him, as if he was the most patient father in the world. How could he throw the Little Tiger's head away?

He walked over slowly. "Great King."

"What's the matter?"

"Great King, where is the Little Tiger located?"

"Come with me."

"This trip to the Liaoning is a long one, and I'm afraid there might be some mishap. The Little Tiger is too small, so it's not appropriate to travel on the road."

"I have my own arrangements, what are you talking about?"

"Your Majesty …" Before Liu Zhiyong could finish speaking, his head was empty, the Little Tiger had already reached out and removed his hood, waving it in his hands, he laughed out loud: "Scoundrel, you don't want me to be with Abba, big bad guy …" He danced happily, his hands went limp, and his turban drifted slantingly into the sea.

King Qin acted as if he had seen something funny and laughed out loud. "Stinky kid, you sure are a good person to tease people, you really are a bad boy …"

Seeing the father and son were overjoyed, Liu Zhiyong knew that the King Qin had already pampered this child to the bones. No matter how he tried to persuade him, it was to no avail, so he did not speak anymore. Just as he was about to leave, the King Qin suddenly called out to him.

Liu Zhiyong was a little surprised.

"Get me some more food that the Little Tiger's head likes. Take a look at what's in the cabin and then arrange the cabins."

He didn't dare to ask why, so he had to prepare.

The Little Tiger's head regained its former liveliness, running back and forth on the high deck, curiously looking at the sailors on the ship coming and going, decorated with lanterns and decorations, as if it was about to celebrate some grand festival.

"Abba, what are they doing?"

The King Qin carried him with a mysterious smile. "Because someone's birthday is coming."

"Who's having a birthday?"

"Little Tiger head."

The Little Tiger s head and eyes were blurry as she laughed and shouted in joy, "Alright! I want to wear new clothes!"

Every year when he was born, his mother would prepare a new set of clothes and a lot of delicious food. King Qin himself never had a birthday, but suddenly, he remembered that when Hua Rong entrusted this child to him, he said that it was his birthday. This was the first time he had ever done such a thing, but she was glad to see her son in high spirits, and even happier to see himself than he was for his own birthday.

"Abba, but I don't have any new clothes. Mom hasn't made any new clothes this year."

"When you see your mother, tell her to make it up."

"When Abba's birthday comes, can you also tell Mom to make new clothes?"

King Qin could no longer answer. His two gentle hands seemed to still be on top of his head, combing his hair, the warmth remaining. He knew in his heart that this little girl treated him well. At least for a period of time, she wanted to spend a lifetime with him. He couldn't help but throw the Little Tiger's head into the air to catch it. He was overwhelmed with emotions and wished that he could see the woman in his dreams the next time he looked at her.

"Hehe, Abba, when will we be able to see mother?"

"Soon, son. When your birthday is over, you will be able to see it."

Girl, damnable girl, where is she now? Could it be that he couldn't even remember his son's birthday?

As the morning sun rose, Lu Wenlong carried a few long Flos Lonicerae and ran back. As he ran, he shouted, "Mom, quickly look, what a beautiful flower!"

Hua Rong smiled as she walked out of the tent to meet him. She took out a vase and carried the clear water. These days, every day, this big vase would bring about new flowers. Lu Wenlong went in and out of the tent and felt that this tent was always clean and smelled good.

"Mom, I didn't like living in a tent before, but this year, I suddenly like living in a tent."

Hua Rong looked at the vase and felt satisfied.

"Because the tents of the past were not decorated with flowers and they were not so neat and tidy. Mother, why do you always make everything so neat? "

Hua Rong laughed and pulled his hand: "Son, look, what good stuff did Mommy prepare for you?"

Lu Wenlong walked over, only to see that there was already a sumptuous breakfast on the table, a rich cake, and a bowl of something he had never seen before: Inside the rose bowl, there were two white eggs with red sugar, it was crystal clear and hot, releasing a sweet fragrance.

"Mom, what is this?"

"This is a sugared egg. Mom couldn't find any eggs, so she randomly found a few wild eggs to make up for the amount. In my mother's hometown, if someone had a birthday, they would eat this kind of sweet, watery egg. "

"Mom, is this your birthday? It's today? "

Hua Rong could not help but cry. Today was the birthday of the Little Tiger. That summer, Penga returned victorious, traveling for days and nights in a rush. In the moment of pain that he was in the middle of giving birth, he descended from the sky and held his hands. "Sister Shi Qi, I'm back. The two of them had a hard-won son, but the husband was gone, and the son couldn't be with them.

Seeing her tears, Lu Wenlong quickly comforted her: "Mom, don't be sad …"

Hua Rong wiped her tears and smiled as she pushed the bowl in front of him. "Son, today is little brother's birthday. Your birthday is in two months, and then Mom will make you something even better. "

"You helped your little brother eat the sweet egg." Although he was a teenager, he also felt a wave of indescribable sorrow. He took the chopsticks and spoon and said, "Mom, I will give all my good stuff to little brother to play with, okay?"

Hua Rong looked away, unable to suppress the sorrow and sadness in her heart. Who on earth knew the birthday of the Little Tiger's head? She wasn't sure if she could remember the King Qin.

Jin Wushu stopped at the door and heard the faint sound of sobbing from inside the tent and his son's panicked and comforting voice, "Mother, don't be sad anymore … "Don't be sad …"

This woman, this strong woman, would also cry like this.

Just as he was about to open the curtain and go in, he suddenly remembered her warning, coughed, and then "knocked": "Hey, Hua Rong, this prince has something to talk to you about, can I come in?"

Hua Rong used a piece of the wet kernels to wipe her eyes, and then used a dried kernels to wipe it clean before saying indifferently: "Please come in."

Jin Wushu stared at her face a few times, then shifted his gaze away. Lu Wenlong was in high spirits as he pushed his bowl in front of him, "Abba, this thing tastes really good, try it yourself."

Hua Rong pushed the bowl back. "Son, eat. There's more here. "

Jin Wushu was in disbelief: "Do I have one too?"

Perhaps it was because he thought of his son, but Hua Rong's face showed a gentleness that had never before shown him before, as she handed him a similar red bowl. Inside the pure white porcelain plate, there was a red sugar and a white wild egg.

Lu Wenlong finished his in a few bites. Seeing that Abba had not moved, he gave him the chopsticks and urged him: "Abba, it's very delicious. You quickly eat it."

When he picked up the chopsticks, he realized that his son had become so proficient with them. He seemed to be deep in thought, but didn't say anything. He only held the bowl in his hands and savored the taste slowly, and only put it down after he was done eating: "Hua Rong, thank you."

She said lightly, "No need, today is my son's birthday, this is his favorite food. I can't stay with him this year. I hope I can stay with him for his birthday next year. "

Next year? Will she be able to complete her revenge plan next year? Jin Wushu patted his son's shoulder. "Go out first, I have something to say to your mother."

Lu Wenlong looked at his mother, seeing that her nodded, he took his bow and arrows and walked to the entrance of the tent before turning back to look. Seeing that there were no signs of a quarrel between Abba and his mother, he finally relaxed and left.

Once he left, Jin Wushu said, "Hua Rong, this crown prince has already discussed with Wolf Lord and is prepared to use Song Qinzong to restrict Zhao Deji."

Her eyes lit up. "If that's the case, will Qin Gui send out his envoy to the Jinguo?"

He hesitated for a moment, "Don't hold too much hope, Qin Gui is a cunning old fox, I think he might think of a way to go about it."

"Fourth Prince, as long as you indicate for him to come, he wouldn't dare not come."

"Hua Rong, maybe you are overestimating this prince."

No one understood Zhao Deji's fear better than Hua Rong. As long as Zhao Deji heard the words "gold soldier is here", he would be impotent his entire life and lose all his descendants. He wanted to stay safe in Jiangnan, as long as the Jinguo clearly indicated that he wanted Qin Gui to send the mission, how could he refuse?

Jin Wushu saw the unfathomable change in her expression, and sighed: "I might still be able to kill Qin Gui. But, don't forget, the real culprit behind this is Zhao Deji. In this life, I'm afraid you won't be able to kill him. "

Her eyes were fervent, her heart was filled with anxiety, and she was extremely excited: "Forget it, we'll kill every single one that we can. Kill Qin Gui first, then I will think of a way yourself. "

"Zhao Deji, I really am unable to help you."

"Of course, I do not expect you to bring Zhao Deji to Jinguo as well."