King Qin was carried away by such enthusiasm. He felt that those soft lips were as fragrant as honey and full of passion, as if her thin body contained endless passion, inexhaustible and inexhaustible. Better than memory The feeling of ecstasy is even more ecstatic, like a flower that blooms at the most appropriate time, unrestrained and passionate, lingering and charming, more beautiful than the most beautiful woman in the world; more charming than the most charming woman in the world.
For the first time, he experienced her enthusiasm. She was no longer the young girl she was before, full of fear and shrinking. How wonderful!
"Girl, girl..."
He stretched out his hand and held her in his arms, and suddenly he heard her groan. It turned out that the wound on her shoulder was pulled, pulling her almost to consciousness. The pain was so severe that she screamed, eyes filled with tears. As I shed tears, the impression in the dream faded away, leaving only pain, endless pain, as if someone was stabbing my heart with a knife.
King Qin hurriedly stopped and gently held her in his arms: "Girl, does it hurt? Where does it hurt?"
She clung to his shoulders in a daze, trying to open her eyes, but her eyelids were so sleepy. She just cried softly, burying her face in his chest. After a while, she fell asleep again. King Qin held her in his arms, Stroking her hair: "Girl, wait until you get better, get better." Then, he carefully looked at the wounds on her shoulders and the scars on her waist. These places were gradually beginning to grow new flesh. He slowly checked and touched her gently, but he didn't feel anything was wrong at all. Just like every night these days, he took good care of her and acted completely as a husband. This woman was originally his wife. Isn't it
The morning sun rises, the window opens, and there is a large sea of flowers and dense grape trellises outside. After a night of wind and rain, the grapes have been washed by the rain and fell all over the ground. The fine ash on the fruits has been removed from those left on the trellises. , completely revealing the crystal clear fruit. The little tiger's laughter came, squeaking, squeaking, holding a bunch of grapes in his hand, picking one and putting it in his mouth, jumping around and laughing: "This is for mommy... This is for daddy to eat..."
King Qin turned around from the window and saw that Hua Rong had slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were dark and very clear.
He walked over and said, "Girl, do you want to get up?"
Hua Rong nodded and sat up.
King Qin took out the green shirt he had prepared and handed it to her. He carefully put it on for her and said softly, "Girl, I will take you to a good place today."
Hua Rong nodded and stood up slowly. For the first time, she was able to stand upright. However, after standing for a while, her leg became lame again - the injured left leg made her lose her balance.
The morning sun shone in through the window and filled her face, like a green thrush whose wings were suddenly broken by a hunter. King Qin's heart hurt, and his voice was even gentler, as if all the tenderness in this life had been concentrated here. Duan Guangguang: "Girl, you look so beautiful like this."
There was a smile on her face, and the words were so familiar. Pengju always liked to say: "Sister Seventeen, you are so beautiful..."
She stared at the vicissitudes of face opposite her, and the familiar gentle affection in her eyes was completely incompatible with his whole person. However, this tenderness was clear. She knew it, could see it, and felt it. Even if I could feel it deeply during the hundreds of days and nights when I was seriously injured and unconscious.
The morning sun shines on the beach. Little Tiger Head is running happily in front holding a bunch of grapes. Behind him, King Qin is half-supporting Hua Rong, slowly heading towards the hidden grassland on the island. It is a beautiful place. It was there, more than ten years ago, that Hua Rong discovered the exit.
At that time, the flowers were in full bloom and the water and grass were luxuriant.
"Dad, hurry up..."
"Mom, hurry up, hurry up..."
From a distance, Sanshu Yang's eyes were fixed on the three people. Little Hutou giggled, and King Qin laughed. Over the past few days, as Hua Rong gradually woke up and recovered from his injuries, King Qin was completely immersed in In the joy of family life, a loving wife and young children have endless joy.
What can this kind of family life bring to King Qin? What, exactly, is holding him back
Uncle Yang frowned, feeling very anxious.
When the sunshine reaches this point, it becomes soft and beautiful.
The vast expanse of green grass turned into a piece of crystal clear crystal, dotted with dense wild flowers of various colors. Some wild unknown animals were running around in groups, including wild sea sheep with long horns. It spread its four hooves, ran quickly, and then stopped. The horns of the unicorn shone with a faint blue light. The sun shone down from a slightly taller flower bush, reflecting the purple color of the flower, like a large kaleidoscope, with dust flying inside. , transformed into many strange patterns.
The little tiger head had never been here before, so he giggled at the novel sight. He clapped his hands and chased the beautiful sea sheep. The sea sheep rarely saw people and was not afraid. It made a bleating sound and stretched out its long With his tongue, he licked the little tiger's face with hot breath. The little tiger laughed happily, stretched out his long hands and stood on tiptoes, but still couldn't reach the horns. One person and one sheep seemed to be hugging each other, making his face full of tears. It’s the saliva left by the sea sheep’s red tongue…
Hua Rong was lying on the grass. The sky was too blue to be true. When we got here, it seemed like we had arrived in another brand new world. Everything had changed, even "Luoxia Island" had undergone drastic changes. Only this place remained unchanged, not even a single bit. Nothing has changed, it's exactly the same as in her memory. However, one person is missing. She can't help but look at the willow tree at the mouth of the sea, where a simple boat seems to be dangling in front of her eyes. It's herself and Pengju, Hua Hua. It was made here quietly for a long time. This is a secret, a secret that King Qin still doesn't know. At first, he only knew that the two escaped, but he never knew how they escaped.
She lay on the grass, warm as the most comfortable green blanket, soft and comforting. The sky above her head was blue, and her mind was completely relaxed. She closed her eyes, lazily, as if she was about to fall asleep again. In the mist, the figure of the young man was running. Jumping, holding bright red shells and conches, working so hard on the canoe. At that time, he was only 17 years old, and Pengju was not yet 14 years old. Both of them were hardworking, and with incredible tenacity, they quickly built a canoe. The boat, hoping to escape and run towards the ideal world of freedom. She ran towards it happily, getting closer and closer, holding up a bright red conch: "Sister... sister..." She stretched out her hand and woke up, shouting, "Peng." Lift, Pengju..."
In a warm embrace, it was his soft voice: "Girl, what's the matter?"
She slowly closed her eyes, infinitely tired. The freedom she had been striving for since she was a child was finally not obtained. Everything was shackles and prisons, imprisoning the soul and the body. The ideal was just a joke and a deception. He and Pengju chose a wrong path from the beginning. They used their lives and blood to verify the absurdity they had gone through.
Zhao Deji, Qin Hui, Wang Junhua, Jin Wushu... Faces appeared in front of my eyes. Only then did I think of hatred, deep-seated hatred. But I lost the original impulse and only hid it silently in my heart. Hatred is also a kind of knowledge of survival.
"Pengju him? Pengju's body..."
After a while, King Qin heard her gently ask and say the word "remains". He exhausted all his strength and didn't dare to imagine it, but he had to face it.
"He was buried by the guards of Dali Temple Prison."
Hua Rong looked at the sky above her head and didn't speak for a long time. The anger and sadness that had been trapped in her heart resurfaced, echoing repeatedly in her chest, almost bursting out of her throat. She couldn't even bury her husband's body with her own hands, and she didn't even know where he was buried. .A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, no place to speak of desolation.
"Zhang Xian also died in prison. Yu Peng, Sun Ge and others were exiled. Zhang Xian's wife and children were also exiled. The news I received is that there were villagers taking care of them along the way..."
Zhang Xian is dead too! Jin Wushu, the treacherous thief. She quietly clenched her fists and then unclenched them. A cluster of wild flowers beside her was crushed into pieces, and the petals scattered on the ground.
Suddenly I thought of Ruda. Where did Ruda go
"Where's Brother Lu?"
"This monk is unpredictable. I had made an appointment with him beforehand to meet at a meeting place. But he was besieged at the south gate and became separated from us. After Yue Pengju died, we could not find out his whereabouts, nor did we know whether he was dead or not. It’s life.”
Hua Rong didn't ask any more questions, all she felt was the terrible tragedy. All her relatives and friends were wiped out in one sweep. Only one son and herself were left, trapped on this island, helpless and helpless. At this point in her life, how could she Know the true end of the road.
There is only one King of Qin.
She lay down again. The green velvet-like grass made her feel like she was in heaven. She felt relaxed all over. It was the feeling of complete relaxation, safety and peace of mind during the most desperate period of her life. Her son's giggles could be heard in her ears. He was running and laughing, and he picked a piece of grass at random. Lots and lots of wild flowers were spread around his mother, trying to pile her up. He got excited about playing and never tired of it. After a while, Hua Rong was surrounded by flowers, as if he was trapped in a sea of flowers. wall.
King Qin looked at him with a smile and did not stop him. King Qin himself also picked a lot of wild flowers. Various fragrances wrapped around Hua Rong's face, and the coolness of Hua Rong brushed on her face. She closed her eyes, The fatigue, pain, and hard work all over my body seemed to have ended here. There was no more bloodshed, and no more displacement. After experiencing such a painful fight, and still having someone to protect me from the wind and rain, how lucky was I in this life? Deep gratitude was buried deep in my heart. When I wanted to say something, I couldn't express it. I just held his hand and called "Qin Shangcheng" in a low voice.