dawn.
Hua Rong opened her eyes and saw that it was still foggy and confused outside. I don’t know when it started snowing again. In the south, such continuous snowy days are very rare. She thought it was because the new year was approaching.
It’s so easy to turn over the new year.
She wanted to get up as usual, only to find that her hands were numb and tied with strong ropes.
Maybe it was the good dream last night that made her forget that she was a "prisoner" and slept so sweetly. Now when she woke up, she felt sore all over.
Unable to stand up, he was tied to the vagina by a "big five-flower tie".
The bed is so comfortable and the brocade quilt is so gorgeous. Who knows what it feels like to sleep on the bed
A childish voice came from outside the door, so joyful: "Mom, mom..."
She responded in a low voice, wanting to laugh and make her son happy, but she did not want her son to see her embarrassment at all.
The door was pushed open, and it was not the son who came in, but a handsome young man in white. He had recently changed into a light blue turban, and wore a bun on his head, which is also the famous Dongpo bun, making the whole person look even more elegant. He As soon as he came in, he immediately closed the door, then slowly walked to the bed and lifted the quilt.
The person under the quilt is wearing thin and beautiful pajamas because of anger.
With a gentle smile on his face, like the most affectionate person, he stretched out his hand to untie the rope that bound her, and said while untying it: "Hua Rong, good morning, did you sleep comfortably last night?"
He stared at her as if staring at his favorite piece of art. Then, he picked up a set of clothes that he had prepared and put them on for her.
These were not the clothes of an ordinary Song Dynasty woman, but a set of clothes of a Jurchen noble lady. While dressing her up, he said enthusiastically: "I was granted the title of King of Yue, and I don't know what the princess would look like in that set of clothes." …”
These clothes were not for the princess, but he suddenly became curious. He had never seen Hua Rong wearing the clothes of a Jurchen woman. What would happen if he changed his clothes
He put it on for her with his own hands, and his smile deepened little by little: "Hua Rong, you should be happy, this prince has never put on clothes for anyone, let alone women, not even men..."
He felt that what he said was a bit strange, and he laughed at himself and said: "So, you are an exception. You have always been an exception with this prince, you know?"
As he spoke, he picked up her hand that had deep purple marks from the rope, and breathed in distress: "Oh, Hua Rong, you have suffered..." Then, he gently rubbed it a few times and sighed. , "Why are you so stubborn? Woman, if you weren't so stubborn, how many good days would be waiting for you? From now on, you will be obedient, okay? As long as you are obedient, I will never make things difficult for you. I will leave all housework to you. Take charge and make you the most distinguished hostess..."
Hua Rong was indifferent, and didn't even show his anger. She just looked at him indifferently, looking at him like the most talented actor, how could he continue to perform this play step by step.
Finally, after the clothes were put on, he even picked up a comb with his own hands and combed her slightly messy hair bit by bit. Then, he stood in front of her with a very proud look on his face, looking up and down:
The Jurchen wore bright red clothes and yellow clothes, and her long black hair hung down to her waist. Perhaps a strand of long hair scattered on her forehead and blocked her sight. She flicked it casually, leaving a silhouette. The posture was so beautiful, the back of her hand The falling snow outside the window reflects a warm fragrance, a kind of nephrite...
His heart was shaken, and he put down the comb and was about to hug her shoulders when she suddenly turned sideways and slapped him in the face quickly.
Jin Wu took a step back after the operation. The slap was not severe, because her hand gradually recovered from numbness and could no longer use any force. However, his condition became embarrassing. In the caltrop mirror on the table, he caught a glimpse of his own hand. His face was originally that of a handsome young man, but now, the swelling has not disappeared.
Still with a dull pain.
It was the memorial "left" by Hua Rong when he failed to kill him that day. Although it was no longer as big as a pig's head, it still left a bruise that would not go away for three or two days.
He subconsciously covered his face, and then immediately let go. The smile in his eyes became a little ferocious, but also a little joyful, like an animal tamer: "Hua Rong, this prince tames you like a horse. In this world, I will never do that." There are horses that cannot be tamed."
Hua Rong remained silent and just sat on the dressing table with her eyes closed.
At the door, the son's voice came one after another: "Mom, mom... Dad..."
The loving smile returned to Jin Wushu's face. He looked at Hua Rong sternly before going to the door to open the door. The child who had been waiting for a long time was already impatient, so he pushed her away and ran to his mother, shouting: "Mom, It’s snowing again, shall we go make a snowman?”
She looked at the thin falling snow outside the window and smiled. Such light snow was not enough to pile up and make a snowman. She just said softly: "The snow is too light..."
"But, the snow used to be so heavy, we made snowmen every day."
At that time, he was in the Kingdom of Jin, with white mountains and black waters, naturally covered with snow, and building a snowman was no problem.
Jin Wushu beamed: "Son, do you like building snowmen? We will be home soon. When we get home, my father will build many for you personally and even play snowball fights with you..."
The child clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay."
Hua Rong reached out and hugged him, but saw that her son was also dressed as a child from the Jin Kingdom, with the sideburns of a child from the Southern Dynasty combed on his head. He looked like a fire boy.
Jin Wushu saw her eyes falling on his son's clothes and said calmly: "I have decided to change his clothes and treat him as my own son."
The child was curious and very satisfied with his strange new clothes, especially the beautiful silver ornaments and tassels on his hat.
Jin Wushu saw him sitting in Hua Rong's arms, holding the tassel with his little hands, so he leaned over slightly and teased him: "Son, when I go back, I will have many more beautiful clothes for you. I have been granted the title of King of Yue." , you also have a title, you are my little prince of Daijin, and you have beautiful clothes waiting for you... "
The child was very happy and looked up and asked him: "Dad, when will we go back?"
"We will go back after the New Year."
Hua Rong heard that he suddenly changed his mind. He was originally going to rush back to the Kingdom of Jin. Why did he not rush when he reached the sphere of influence occupied by Liu Yu? However, she naturally couldn't ask him, but her heart trembled when she saw that the child was full of expectations for the next "way home".
She suddenly freed up a hand and inadvertently waved it in front of her son. The son looked at the deep scars on her hand, took a breath and said distressedly: "Mom, who hit you?"
She turned around and saw Jin Wushu's ferocious and warning gaze.
She smiled slightly and suddenly pointed at Jin Wushu, about to tell her son that this is your real enemy who killed his father. However, when the words came to her lips, she suddenly remembered that she didn't know if there was a chance to escape. If she couldn't escape, wouldn't it be wrong? Putting kids in trouble
Those who don't know are happy.
The child was still asking curiously: "Mom, which bad guy hit you?"
She smiled slightly and pointed at Jin Wushu: "This man is a wolf in human skin, the worst person in the world."
Jin Wushu was so angry that he snatched the child away: "Hua Rong, don't go too far."
At the door, a new nanny immediately caught the child, took him out before he cried, and brought him a lot of gadgets to coax him.
When Jin Wushu saw the door closed, he breathed a sigh of relief. The proud smile returned to his face. He took a step forward, leaned down slightly and looked at Hua Rong's closed eyes.
When she closed her eyes, her eyelashes always trembled, like two rows of small butterfly wings vibrating. Against the background of the morning, there was a touch of red on her face, and her white brows were stretched.
He stretched out his hand and gently touched her eyelashes. She remained indifferent.
He smiled: "Hua Rong, I gave you face to let you take care of the child. But don't be shameless. If this continues, you won't even be qualified to be a nurse for your child. Let me tell you the truth. My patience has long been exhausted. I caught you just as a trophy for me to slowly enjoy and keep as a souvenir. Do you really think I still like you? Then you are overestimating yourself. This is impossible! If a woman is too arrogant and stubborn, do you know what will happen? "
She still had her eyes closed, as if she was asleep.
Jin Wushu was furious, stretched out one hand, pulled her hair, and hit her hard.
She gritted her teeth slightly, but remained silent.
Silence is the greatest contempt.
I don't even bother to scold him.
He almost reached the peak of his anger, let go of his hand, and slammed her down on the chair, gasping for air.
Lobby.
Although the splendor here is not as great as that of the old site in Kaifeng, it still has a certain scale.
A man came in in a hurry, saw Jin Wushu, and immediately knelt down and said, "I see the fourth prince."
Jin Wushu smiled and helped him up: "Prince, you don't need to be polite."
This man was Liu Lin, the son of Liu Yu, the puppet emperor of the Qi Dynasty, and the "prince" of the puppet Qi Li. More than a month before this, his father Liu Yu was jointly assassinated and crowned the "Sub-Emperor" by Lord Da Jin and Little Wolf.
Liu Lin was about the same age as Jin Wushu, so he was still very respectful: "When the fourth prince came from afar, my father wanted to greet him in person. However, due to the Chinese New Year, there were many things in the court, so he had to postpone it for a few days. The ministers came to greet him first, and also Please forgive me, Fourth Prince..."
As he spoke, he asked people to send a large amount of treasures to Jin Wushu. The fourth prince now had a heavy army and was the number one person they wanted to win over, so he did not dare to be careless at all.
Jin Wushu took a brief look at it and ordered Wu Qimai to accept it.
Liu Lin waved his hand again, and eight slim singing prostitutes came up, carrying pipa, harp and other musical instruments in various styles. They were fat and thin, and they were beautiful.
Liu Lin said: "These are eight beautiful virgins given to the fourth prince. In addition, each of the accompanying guards also has a concubine to send with them."
Everyone was overjoyed.
Liu Lin took another beautifully made pure gold dragon figure, weighing seven or eight kilograms. Of course, it is not just the gold that is valuable, but its exquisite craftsmanship and the two same-color cents embellished with longan on it. A flawless baby.
Since the beginning of the emperor, "dragon" has been a forbidden thing for anyone from the emperor down. If you hide the dragon robe or the dragon seal privately, it is treason and can harm the nine tribes.
Although the Kingdom of Jin did not have such rules, Jin Wushu also knew the rules of the Han people. But when he saw Liu Lin taking out such a thing, he couldn't help but ask: "What is this?"