How long has it been since King Qin happily greeted her gentle and grateful eyes? Running all the way, she was in a coma almost every day. Now, she was able to speak a word. He didn't know whether he was happy or sad, but he grabbed her hand and his eyes were filled with tears: "Girl, you will feel better soon." Yes. Don’t be afraid, I will be with you every day.”
She listened to his voice in a daze, familiar and kind, so warm and reliable. At the tip of her nose, there was the salty air blown by the seaside wind, with the unique fragrance of spring. There was no ice and snow, it was spring. .The sun hit her face, sending out heat. Her eyebrows raised slightly, and she finally opened her eyes and saw the blue sky above her head.
"Girl..."
King Qin was so happy that she opened her eyes. She finally opened her eyes.
With a smile on her face, she put her hand softly against his, and tried to sit up, but when she moved, her body seemed to fall apart, and she fainted again with a heartbreaking pain.
King Qin quickly picked her up and hurried to the room that had been tidied up.
More than ten years ago, this was his "imperial palace". Several banana plants have grown even bigger. The house has been rebuilt and planned according to the suggestions of Ma Su and Liu Wu. It is very grand and looks like a beautiful palace. The floor of the old castle is covered with a kind of marble-like rock collected from the island. It has invisible patterns that are unique to marble, which is cool and pleasing to the eye. In the large bedroom, there are three large vases from Jun kiln, filled with Flowers collected on various islands were collected. Several thick wild roses were inserted in a row, blooming as if in a large vase. A large piece of Shu brocade was spread out, and a tea stove was placed on the white jade table. There is a rose red tea set from the official kiln of the same color. The brocade tent hanging high is a soft moon white, and the calf leather mat is comfortable and pleasant. These were all rearranged before King Qin came back. of.
After a bumpy journey, her body was lying on a comfortable bed, surrounded by the fragrance of wild roses, with a touch of sweet pollen. Hua Rong closed her eyes and fell asleep again. She had experienced too many things and needed to rest for a long time. rest.
King Qin sat next to her and touched her cheek, where the scar had not faded. He felt sad and happy. He had returned to the island, the bridal chamber, and even the same bed. In a blink of an eye, he saw The huge agarwood suitcase in the corner of the room was filled with brand new shirts, in red, yellow, blue and green. There was a time when he thought these clothes would never see the light of day again, but he never expected that these clothes would never see the light of day again. , she actually came back here again.
He walked over, opened the box, and took out a light green shirt. It was an old shirt, exactly the one she wore back then. As soon as she left, the shirt was locked into the box, and it seemed to still exude The fragrance of a seventeen-year-old girl.
How wonderful it was then.
He took the shirt and returned to the bedside. From the age of seventeen to the age of thirty, so many years, so many days and nights, finally, he could wear it again.
At this time, it is also very good.
Next door is a huge study room, which was also decorated according to Ma Su's opinions. In it are various ancient and rare books snatched over the years, flower slips, calligraphy and paintings, Su Huang Mi Cai's original works, Wang Anshi's poems, a row of wolf hair, fine The inkstone is like a room for scholars rushing to take exams. However, King Qin himself never goes in. At this time, he thought of the study and couldn't help but said: "Girl, wake up quickly. When you wake up, teach the little tiger head to write his name." , and then write a few more for me."
It wasn't until Hua Rong was completely asleep that King Qin slowly came out of the house and walked outside.
The last ray of the setting sun sprinkled the sea surface like blood, sparkling, and the sea water was half ice red and half blue. Seagulls flew past in groups, their wings flapping the waves, and the sea was calm.
Uncle Yang walked over and sat quietly watching the little tiger heads playing on the beach. His bellyband was tied with green ruffles, like a giant salamander holding a lotus flower. He squatted down, resting his chin on his hands, concentrating on watching a group of people washed up. The plankton that came up and the long tentacles of the plankton drew green traces on the beach. Some small turtles followed these traces and crawled slowly.
Uncle Yang stretched out his hand to hug him, but he refused: "Grandpa, turtle... turtle..."
Sanshu Yang took out a jade pendant from his arms, tied it with red silk thread, and hung it around his neck. It was a pair of high-quality unicorn jade, with exquisite carvings and flawless jade color.
The little tiger head found it interesting. He picked it up and put it to his mouth, laughing. He bent down and picked up a little turtle: "Grandpa, here you go..."
"You brat, you still know how to reciprocate love?"
Uncle Yang turned around, and King Qin had sat down next to him. King Qin looked at the jade pendant worn on the tiger's head. It was a family heirloom of Uncle Yang. He was slightly surprised: "Uncle, why did you give up such a precious thing?" For children?"
"I have long said that this jade pendant is for your son. Since you regard Hutou as your son, then he is my grandson."
He sighed, the death of Yue Pengju was known to the whole world. "Alas, it is a pity that Yue Pengju was a hero and the most ruthless emperor. Zhao Deji destroyed the Great Wall and became a minister to Jin. It is hateful and pitiful. I hope the child will be safe and sound while wearing a jade pendant. grow up."
"Thank you, uncle."
At this time, the little tiger head had already run out a few steps, chasing a seabird that had just landed on the beach. The seabird had long and colorful feathers. He pounced on it and tried to pluck the seabird's feathers, but where could he get it? The seabird took off, but he ran too fast and fell on the beach, all he could do was giggle. Uncle Yang's eyes kept following him. Although he was not without worries, he loved this child from the bottom of his heart. He had been on the island for so long, He rarely cries. Even if he falls down, he always giggles like this. He is always carefree, happy and lively, and full of infinite vitality.
"If Yue Pengju has such a son, he should rest in peace."
"No, he died so tragically that he will never rest in peace."
Sanshu Yang withdrew his gaze and stared at King Qin: "Your Majesty, Yelu Dayong's horse army has begun training."
"With Liu Wu here, I don't have to worry about it. What I need to pay attention to is the power at sea, and I can't revolve everything around Yeluda. Third uncle, I have not been idle these days."
The King of Qin was indeed not idle, and was intensively strengthening the deployment and expansion of the maritime power every day. Uncle Yang wanted more than that, reminding him: "Your Majesty, your marriage is approaching."
Liu Wu can worry about military training, but should Liu Wu also worry about getting married
King Qin pondered for a moment and shook his head: "Third uncle, we and Yelu Dayong can actually have other ways of cooperation. Marriage is not necessarily required..."
Sanshu Yang stared at him closely: "A gentleman's words are swift and his horse is whipped. Those who have achieved great things since ancient times, abiding by the oath is one of the most basic virtues. When forming an alliance, keeping one's word is the most important thing. I think if Mrs. Yue wakes up, her first priority will be My wish should be to avenge my husband..."
King Qin was shocked. If he wanted to avenge Yue Peng, what else could he do besides the army and power? Hua Rong, she must never forget to avenge her husband.
"Your Majesty, preparations for your marriage should begin. Since it is an alliance, it should not be shabby."
"I'm busy."
"You don't need to spend any energy, I will naturally arrange everything for you."
"Let's talk about it later. I don't want to get married anyway. I think we can always find other ways through cooperation between the two parties."
Uncle Yang wanted to say something more. King Qin stood up and walked to the side, picked up the little tiger head and said, "Son, say goodbye to grandpa."
"Goodbye, grandpa."
Uncle Yang was very worried as he watched his father and son go away. Little Hutou came, and now there was a half-dead Hua Rong. With her mother and son on the island, it would not be easy to ask the king to marry another woman. ? However, now that everything is on the right track, how can we watch our efforts go to waste
No, this marriage must be concluded. Otherwise, why should I explain to Yelü Dayong
For quite some time, Hua Rong was in a semi-comatose state. Every day, the little tiger head was taken by the wet nurse, and he would play for a while next to his mother's bed in the morning and dusk. The crisp "Mom" sound was like the best elixir. , every time a wound occurs and the pain is unbearable, Hua Rong is always awakened by her son's soft voice, and understands that she must live, and there are people waiting for her, waiting for her to take care of and nurture her.
"Sister Seventeen, little Hutou is so pitiful. He is still waiting for us. How can he not have a mother?" Her husband's last words were heard in my ears. Yes, little Hutou, how can he not have a mother? He must have a mother. Just like this, she survived the pain time and time again.
Little Hutou especially likes the dusk. At this time, Qin Dazi always carries Hua Rong to the beach, bathing in the soft light of the sunset, which relaxes her body and mind. At this time, Little Hutou will accompany her mother. Playing on the beach, picking out many shells and fish for her to see, and blowing conch shells in her ears.
Gradually, gradually, the little tiger head saw that his mother's blood-stained face became clean and clear again, like a shedding snake. The new skin was moistened by various herbs and plasters, and became white and clean. Then, mother's hands, A layer of blood-colored skin has also faded away, and even the thin calluses left over from practicing archery in her early years have completely faded away due to the long period of recuperation. When touched, they become soft and smooth again. The cloth strips wrapped around her body It is also peeling off layer by layer. Every time it is peeled off, more new life will emerge, like a phoenix bathed in fire, tempered thousands of times, looking forward to a complete new life.
Night falls slowly.
The sunshine that had been raging all day turned into a gentle afterglow, making the shells on the beach colorful and dazzling. The little tiger head ran and picked up a lot of shells, crabs, and baby turtles, and piled them up next to his mother. Almost completely surrounding my mother with shells.
He held a red conch in his hand, put it to his mouth, blew it loudly, and shouted happily: "Mom, mom..."
Hua Rong sat up and opened her eyes to look at her son. The running son, the dancing arms, and the soft child grew up day by day. A gentle and loving feeling drove away the pain all over her body, and she could even reach out her hand. , and slowly hugged his son.