C515 There is still war

When the children saw her, they all surrounded her and shouted, "Leader, leader, quickly come and teach us how to make snowmen …"

Lu Wenlong ran until his cheeks were red, rubbed his hands together and bragged to his friends: "My mom can dress the snowman, it's so fun."

"Quick, teach us …"

"What are Snowman's clothes?"

Hua Rong smiled as she walked to the side of a snowman. She randomly picked out a few twigs, dried up leaves, and some small stones with decorative patterns on them. Her hands flew about, and a moment later, the snowman was a kid wearing a straw hat and a right bow. Her eyes were made of black paint stone, and there were two pink stones in the middle of them. They looked very lifelike.

The children clapped their hands and cheered. Lu Wenlong was very pleased and pulled her hand: "Your mother wouldn't be such a snowman."

The children looked at her enviously. Hua Rong couldn't help but laugh. She pulled the children around her and softly said, "I'll also stack them for you."

The children applauded, "Yeah."

Zha He ran over. He was wearing a thick layer of black fur bear skin and holding two big and small tiger skins in his hands, he passed them to Hua Rong. "The little boys, I have treated these.

Hua Rong received it with a smile, and said thanks. Lu Wenlong had already happily draped it over his shoulders, looking just like a gorgeous little tiger.

"Uncle Zha He, where are we going to hunt today?"

"It's too cold for hunting today."

"It's too boring, Mom. I want to go for a walk."

Zha He immediately said, "The little boys, don't worry, I will bring him out."

The child was lively and could not stay any longer. Seeing him strongly request for help, Hua Rong could only nod her head and tell the two of them to be careful.

Just as the two of them left, Da She walked over drunkenly with a bamboo wine cup in hand, and said while grinning: "Leader, quickly come to the bonfire to drink with Brothers, and warm your bodies."

Hua Rong did not decline and followed Da She to the bonfire. After drinking a cup of wine, she looked at the happy crowd and sighed to herself. This mysterious tribe was no longer mysterious. After a few months of war, not only Ye Lvdayong, even Jin Wushu knew about it. He had no choice but to be embroiled in the war and endure waves after waves of plots. How long could these savages with weapons made from stone, blade, and fire withstand the impact from the powerful female Genuine Soldiers?

She had no choice but to ask Da She to make use of this time to arrange for the barbarians to make more bows and weapons, he couldn't afford to be idle. When Da She heard about the war between the various tribes, he was already worried about the safety of his own tribe.

Hua Rong discussed with the others for a while, the wild people started to play again. She felt a little tired, and went back to the tree base to rest for a while. Not long after she had laid down, a snowy day followed by countless of enemies came to an end! Yue Pengju was like a god, waving his spear and shouting, "Sister Shi Qi, run, run …" In the midst of the rain of bullets, the two of them ran for their lives. In front of them was a Cyan Grass Lake. She stopped, panting. There were no pursuers behind her. Leaning on Yue Pengju, she was wild with joy. "Pengju, we've escaped …" There was a smile at the corners of his eyes, just like a handsome youth at the right time. "Yes, big sister. We're safe …"

Her whole body and mind relaxed as she felt a surge of joy surge through her head. She abruptly sat up, and with a 'Pengju' sound, she realized that it was just a beautiful dream.

The sky outside had already darkened. She was at a loss, but felt that it was a bit strange. Ever since Pengju died, nightmares had been plaguing his body, a scene of him bleeding profusely, yet they had never dreamed of his revival. Peng Jian raised his gun and shot out, escaping into the sky! If the dream wasn't real, how wonderful it would be! She suddenly thought of the Lu Da that she had not heard of until now. Whether he was dead or alive was unknown.

From the beginning to the end, he had never personally witnessed Peng Quan's corpse. The grave that he paid his respects to was merely a "Jia Yi Ren" erected by a kind-hearted jailer. However, the jade bracelet and the other keepsake on Penga's body were without a doubt. Who else could it be if not Penga? Moreover, at that time when he was surrounded by thousands of enemies, there was no way that he would have a chance to escape.

The more she thought about it, the more grief and indignation she felt. Pengju had died a miserable death, but Zhao Deji and Qin Gui were currently like the flowers in the wind and the moon as they acted as a pair of peace and harmony monarchs. Losing half a river and mountain wasn't much, but so was an annual tribute. It was enough for them to live happily in the southern regions. He was a woman with two children. What hatred could he possibly have for a tribe that only had a few thousand women and children?

A thought flashed through his mind, as if someone was speaking gently beside his ear, that wisdom spoke out, "Sister Shi Qi, you have been following me in battle for so many years, will your experience be of any help to you?"

Suddenly, she patted her head as she stared out the window at that evergreen unknown ancient tree. She had actually forgotten about those valuable experiences of the victorious Pengju. Would it be of great help to his descendants if they were to compile these experiences into a military book? At the very least, he could give it to the King Qin and Da She Tribe to let them know how to deal with the Golden Army.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She immediately opened a box in the corner. This box was also secretly brought out from Fourth Prince's tent, and inside it were high quality paper, ink, and paper. She spread it out on the simple table, picked up the pen, and for a moment did not know how to continue. His thoughts were like the tide, starting from the reunion of the Zang family village, his own battles against the Golden Army, his own battles against the Golden Army, Jin Wushu's sea battles, his own water battles with the water army of the courtyard, as well as his own series of battles on the Zhu Xian Town … One by one, the pieces in his heart were as clear as if they had just happened yesterday. Because there were too many clues, there was actually no clue at all. She held up the brush. If Peng Jian was here, how would he write? How would he start? As he thought of this, his mind went blank. He subconsciously looked out of the window, as if his face was right outside, like a shadow that would never leave him.

She stood up and stretched out her hand. "Pengju …"

Snowflake trembled as she fell from the holly tree. She heard a surprised shout by her ear, "Mom! Mom! We're back!"

She smiled as she looked down, only to see Zha He carrying seven or eight wild animals. Lu Wenlong, on the other hand, was holding a wild chicken in one hand, and waving it at her with great vigor: "Mom, look quickly, Uncle Zha He helped me hunt them. Mother, quickly come down. Uncle Zha He said that he wanted to make some barbecue. "

"I'll be right down."

On the big fire were roasting sticks commonly used by the barbarians, as well as some spicy local spices. The weather was cold, the animals were rare, and hunting was very difficult. It was not easy to have these animals. A dozen or so wild chickens and rabbits were treated by Zha He and placed on the fire. The children crowded around, scrambling to spread spices and salt on the barbecue. Zha He was busy to the point that he was sweating, yelling at the naughty kids. Lu Wenlong took a long piece of wild chicken hair and put it on his head. After he shook it a few times, he suddenly let out a sigh.

Seeing that he was sighing at such a young age, Hua Rong was very surprised, and asked gently: "Son, what's wrong?"

Lu Wenlong's face was full of sadness, and he turned his head away.

Hua Rong gently pulled his hand, and asked him in a low voice: "Son, what's going on?"

He then said softly, "I remember the Abba. I really want to see my Abba … He used to have a hat like that. "

Hua Rong was speechless. The child was already old enough to distinguish between right and wrong. She had also told him a portion of her grudge with Jin Wushu, including Ye Lvguanyin's poison.

Lu Wenlong said carefully, "Mom, it's all Ye Lvniangzi's fault. If she's gone, can we go back? "

Would Ye Lvguanyin be here? I'm afraid she's about to have a baby. Although she didn't know the details of Ye Lvguanyin and his past, logically speaking, this child should be Jin Wushu's without a doubt. How would Jin Wushu choose between his biological son and his adopted son? As long as Ye Lvguanyin was present, he definitely could not go back.

Lu Wenlong saw that she did not speak for a long time and was a little worried. "Mother, I was just asking … Actually, I don't necessarily have to go back and follow Abba … "I'd rather follow you …"

Her heart soured. This child had a deep relationship with Jin Wushu, but other than Ye Lvguanyin, there was also his ancestry. This was also the main reason why she didn't want him to go back. Should I tell him the truth?

She looked at her son's face and saw that he had already removed the braid on his head from Golden Man's left and right. He was dressed like a wild man, the only difference was that he did not have much paint on his face, and was also wearing clothes to protect himself from the cold. How could she tell him that Jin Wushu was actually his arch enemy? How could such a child accept a father who had suddenly become the murderer of his own parents?

She swallowed her words back down her throat. She didn't dare to imagine how she could make her child accept such cruelty!

"Mom, are you angry? "Mom, I won't go back …"

She patted her son's shoulders, and could only place everything on Ye Lvguanyin, and laughed bitterly: "Right now, Ye Lvniangzi has a large amount of poison in his hands, it's not safe for us to go back, let's talk about it later."

Lu Wenlong's heart sank. Could it be that if Ye Lvniangzi didn't die, she wouldn't be able to see Abba? Furthermore, after she became pregnant and gave birth, how could she leave the Fourth Prince Palace?

A child ran over with half a roast chicken in his hand. A rich fragrance assaulted his nostrils. "Wenlong, it's time to eat roast chicken."

His attention was immediately attracted by the rich fragrance. He received the roasted chicken and took a bite. He said happily, "Mom, the taste is really good. Hurry and eat it."

Hua Rong received it with a smile on her face. At this time, Zha He, whose face was covered with smoke and ashes, walked over with a rabbit leg and a jug of fragrant fruit wine. He sat beside Lu Wenlong and patted his head: "Wen Long, drink this wine and take a look."

Lu Wenlong took a sip. Zha He looked at the beauty, and seeing that her complexion was much better, he asked softly: The little boys, should we go and fetch the Little Tiger's head?

A few days ago, when he saw Hua Rong depressed and unsettled, he thought that she was worrying about her son, and volunteered: "The little boys, I will help you take it this time."

Hua Rong smiled as she shook her head. How could she not miss her son? But after thinking about it again and again, since the Little Tiger was properly settled down with someone like Liu Zhiyong, and had been taken care of, it was much safer than being by her side. More importantly, she was worried that in the beginning of spring, there would be a fierce battle with Golden Army. She even thought that it would be best if she could send Lu Wenlong away.