He smiled and nodded, patted his son's face, put his son on the ground, pointed to the tree, and silently told him that he would catch him right away. Lu Wenlong looked at his father as agile as a civet cat, and suddenly picked up a small stone and jumped over it. He picked up and threw it from the big tree so quickly, hitting the wing of the green-feathered bird. The bird fell down with a sound, but because of the good control of the force, it was not seriously injured, and its wings fluttered. It's very heavy, jumping on the ground, and can't run very far.
The child happily grabbed it and held it in his hand, giggling non-stop: "Hello daddy, daddy is the best... daddy, do you think I didn't..."
He hugged his son again and held him tightly in his arms, his eyes a little moist.
"Abba, Abba..."
"Pengju..."
Seeing that he didn't respond, Hua Rong felt a little strange. He opened his eyes, slowly turned around, their eyes met, and he was stunned for a moment. Looking at those burning eyes, he was speechless for a moment.
"Mom, daddy came to see me, daddy is here...hehehe..."
After all, they have been father and son for several years. Lu Wenlong danced with joy, kept giggling in his father's arms, and kissed his father loudly on the face: "Dad, I miss you so much..."
His face was covered with the child's saliva, soft and sweet, with a long-lost warmth and tenderness - such feelings that he had never experienced in many years of hard work. He just hugged her tightly. My son seemed to be lost and found again.
He stared at Hua Rong intensely for a while, then slowly said: "Hua Rong! Are you feeling better?"
Hua Rong smiled broadly: "Thank you, Fourth Prince. I'm much better. When I was in the Kingdom of Jin, I had to take care of you so that I could escape unharmed. After I was injured, I needed your thousand-year gift of Ganoderma lucidum to survive until now. Last time, I was in a hurry to say goodbye. Now, oh, I really don’t know how to thank you..." She thought that in this life, she would never be able to truly thank him and repay him, but this "thank you" deep in her heart must be said.
Regardless of whether he is a hostile person or a foreign country, his kindness to him cannot be denied.
"Fourth Prince, thank you very much!"
Jin Wushu hugged his son tightly and lowered his head, not daring to look into her gentle eyes. His chest was getting hotter and hotter, and he almost shed tears.
she does not know.
She still doesn't know that Ganoderma lucidum is fake.
Moreover, even if it was fake Ganoderma lucidum, it was not a "gift" from me, but was snatched away by King Qin.
He asked himself over and over again: If he had known about her condition, and if King Qin had not come to snatch her, would he have given Ganoderma to her in the first place
Did you know it before
Will it
There was a long silence, as if one could hear the sound of spring flowers blooming under the sun.
Jin Wushu raised his head and looked at Hua Rong.
She was still sitting quietly on the chair, with a mess of little red flowers on her head, many of which had green leaves. The sun was shining all over her body, and it was such a mess that added color to her pale face. There was a different kind of sadness and despair.
He is no longer as heroic and graceful as he was on the "She Willow Festival".
Not anymore.
Her hands were hanging down so softly and feebly. How could such hands pick up the bow and arrow that could pierce the Yangtze with a hundred steps? For a moment, he was in a trance, and her figure was only fixed on the "Willow Shooting Festival", on the horseback of Kinses, waving the weeping willow, saluting everyone, smiling like a flower.
He couldn't help but look at the spring sky, the bright sun, and another "Willow Shooting Festival" was coming.
However, things are different and people are different. Flowers are similar year after year. How can people be the same year after year
"Fourth Prince... Those Ganoderma lucidum in the box were also sent by you, right? Thank you..."
Only then did she understand that it was him, it must be him. With such an acting style, it must be him if he was not the King of Qin.
He hesitated: "Will Ganoderma lucidum really be useful for your injury?"
She smiled but didn't answer. She didn't know either, who knew? Maybe, it's just a psychological comfort. If Ganoderma can really bring the dead back to life, wouldn't many people in the world not have to die
"Thank you. You don't need to send me any more in the future. In fact, it's of no use."
Her clear refusal angered him. It was like this every time, and it had always been like this. From the Liujiasi military camp to the prince's residence in Yanjing, he always tried to please himself in every possible way, but she coldly distanced herself.
His breathing was rapid and his voice was rapid: "Actually, what does your life and death have to do with me? I... My coming here has nothing to do with you, I just came to see the child... "
The child was in his arms, holding the bird, and the green feathers were sweeping around his face: "Dad, from now on you will catch birds for me every day..."
His eyes slowly softened, he touched his son's red face and said, "Yeah."
Father and son are too close. It is the accumulation of emotions over many years, which cannot be compared to the relationship between husband and wife.
Hua Rong's eyes dimmed and he remained silent.
At this time, the child let go of his hand and the bird fell to the ground, flapping its wings as if it was about to fly away. He quickly struggled and jumped out of his father's arms to catch it, held it in the palm of his hand, ran to his mother, and asked happily Mom: "Does it look good?"
"very nice."
Jin Wushu also took a few steps forward.
There is only one child between them.
He inadvertently pulled the child away slightly, looked at her pale face, and asked in a low voice: "Hua Rong, how were you injured? Did Zong Han's soldiers hurt you?"
She shook her head.
His eyes were a little angry, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab her wrist. Then, he put his hand on her chest and his expression changed drastically: "Hua Rong, who hurt you? How could an ordinary soldier do such a thing?" Heavy hand?"
His movements were too fast, and she had no time to dodge, nor did she dodge, she just didn't answer. Jin Wushu was good at martial arts, and the extent of his injuries could be seen immediately, so there was no point in deceiving him.
He asked sternly: "Who was injured? When you left my prince's residence, you were obviously in good health..."
She shook her head nonchalantly: "It's hard to see clearly in the dark night."
This is the truth. There were indeed many people chasing him in Yanjing at that time, which is not a lie.
Jin Wushu was shocked and confused. He couldn't believe that there was such a master in the Dajin Congress. Could it be that there were some outstanding people under Zong Han that he didn't know about
Hua Rong gently took his hand away and hugged her son's small shoulders. Only then did she see Jin Wushu in casual clothes. He was completely dressed like a Song Dynasty man, wearing a white scholar's uniform, and his hair was still the one he liked. I planted Dongpo scarf, but I no longer held a fan.
She smiled slightly, it was very rare that Jin Wushu didn't hold a fan when he dressed up like this. It was a strange thing that he didn't hold a fan. From the military camp to the sea, from the Song Dynasty to the Jin Dynasty, the romantic and suave fourth prince, the culture of the Southern Dynasties A fan of , he doesn’t act cool anymore
The border of Elong Town is not so easy to come and go. He obviously spent a lot of effort to get here.
However, she discovered that Jin Wushu looked so haggard, his cheeks were sunken, and he had lost a lot of weight.
She was startled. Could it be that she was so sad that her son was missing
Is it possible
Her voice was very low, and she said with some luck: "What are you doing here?"
This child is his. He took it from the Lu family and raised it, and he must have put a lot of effort into it. Just looking at the affection the child still has towards him after being apart for so long, she knew that the child loved him even more than she loved herself. Husband and wife.
Seeing that he didn't answer, she sighed in a low voice: "If you want to take the child away..." Suddenly she remembered her son's words, "A mother who wants to give birth to a little brother doesn't like me and wants to beat me." She couldn't continue.
The child didn't know that there were so many undercurrents between adults. He held his mother with one hand and his father with the other hand, and looked at the two of them happily: "Mom, father, I am so happy today..."
Jin Wushu was shocked.
Mom, Dad!
This is the warm family that I long for. What's the problem even if it's not my biological son
After experiencing such a great irony, the word "biological" became completely unimportant. He suddenly thought, if this is his wife, this is his son, even if she can never have children again, what will happen to her? What's the harm? Even if he only has one wife and one son, what does it matter
Her heart was so anxious that through her son's hand, she seemed to be able to feel the warmth transmitted by the pale hand in front of her. In fact, he had held this hand more than once, and even hugged her injured body many times. At that time , still in the golden camp of Liujiasi, escaping, getting injured, committing suicide... Every time the two of them got along, she was in pain, either committing suicide or being killed.
A woman in troubled times has a fate in troubled times.
A low voice came from his breath: "Hua Rong..."
"Um."
"Hua Rong!"
She looked at his hurried look and raised her eyebrows in surprise. What was he going to say? Are you taking your son away soon? She was very uneasy. But how could she stop him
"Fourth Prince, the matter of the child..."
"I… "
He wanted to say that at this moment, he was not here because of his children. He was not here just because of his children. However, he couldn't speak out, especially after experiencing many things.
She saw Jin Wushu's expression getting more and more strange. After a while, she held her son's hand and slowly said, "Son, mommy has something to ask you..."
"Mom, tell me."
"Would you rather follow mom or dad?" If you can't make up your mind, you might as well leave it to your child to make the decision.
As if she asked a strange question, the child still held their hands tightly: "I am with my mother, I am with my father... all together..."
She smiled: "Mom and Dad, you can only choose one..."
The child looked at her in surprise and then at Jin Wushu, facing the first choice in his life.
Jin Wushu's voice was hoarse: "Why do we have to give up the child? Why can't we choose both?"
He is his child's father and she is his mother. Isn't this the best combination? What could be a more ideal ending than this
Even if it were her, what would be the harm if the mother and son followed the army and fought in the north and south
He shook his head violently in shock at his strange thoughts, which were extremely absurd.
His words slid vaguely down his throat, and only he could hear them clearly. Hua Rong and the child only saw his strange expression, and his mouth opened and closed, eager and anxious.