Aunt Xiao weighed the soft and smooth silk material with her own hands. This batch of material was robbed from a ship on the sea route of the traitor Cai Jing more than ten years ago. Inside was the Shu brocade in its heyday, which was washed with the water of Jinjiang River. The color has remained unchanged for many years and is as bright as new. Even Aunt Xiao, who was born in the palace, has never seen such high-quality materials in Khitan. She was overjoyed and asked: "Are these prepared by the king for my young lady?"
"Exactly. My king attaches great importance to this marriage. Your king is already quite old. To be honest, I hope that your king will get married as soon as possible and give birth to a son soon. In this way, even if I die of old age, I can rest in peace."
"Thank you very much, Third Uncle, and please take care of me and give me some advice. New Year's Eve is coming soon. New Year's Eve is the most important festival for the Han people. Marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog. My young lady hopes to spend New Year's Eve with the King."
"sure."
Aunt Xiao left, and Uncle Yang hurried to the seaside to look out, but there was still no trace of King Qin. This New Year's Eve, he couldn't even reach Changlin Island, how could he spend New Year's Eve with Li Tinglan
He couldn't help but think of the news brought back by Liu Wu again, and the judgment of the current situation between Song and Jin Dynasty. Now the two countries have entered a temporary peace negotiation period. In the Song Dynasty, Yue Pengju died, Han Zhongliang and others were dismissed one after another, and all good generals were eliminated; in the Jin Dynasty, only There is only one Jin Wushu left to support the overall situation. Now the two countries are busy restoring their economies and recuperating. According to his judgment, it is unlikely to use troops on a large scale in a short period of time. At this time, it is a great opportunity for the rise of Yelu Dayong. No further delay After a period of time, when Song and Jin regain their breath, I am afraid that their power will soon be wiped out in the cradle.
Some opportunities often only come once, and once missed, they will never be seen again. However, just when a man was showing off his skills, King Qin ignored the overall situation and indulged in his children's personal affairs. A young man ran up to him and said angrily: "Has the king come back?"
The minion replied: "Ma Su has just left for a day, how could there be news so soon? Third uncle, please wait patiently."
How can Uncle Yang wait any longer? I just wish I could walk up to the King of Qin, grab him by the collar, and teach him a lesson. Is this boy just a pirate, not an emperor
Yue Pengju's tomb.
Since Yue Pengju's body was buried by the jailer of Dali Temple, Hua Rong could only take her son and build a tomb for her husband on this remote island. There were no clothes in it, only a portrait she painted for her husband and her godson The three characters "Yue Pengju" in the writing meeting.
A pile of incense, wax, money and paper were lit, and Hua Rong and his son knelt down and kowtowed together.
"Pengju, my son is already learning the Three Character Classic and martial arts. He is much taller than before. Soon, I will teach him archery..."
"Pengju, all my injuries have healed. Don't worry about me."
"Pengju..."
The little tiger asked in a sweet voice, "Mom, is daddy in there?"
"Yes. Dad's soul has always been with us."
"But why is daddy in there? Why doesn't he come out? When will he come out?"
Hua Rong burst into tears and couldn't answer.
It was the first time that the little tiger head saw his mother crying so sadly. He was so anxious that he was in a hurry: "Mom... Mom... Is the little tiger head not good? From now on, the little tiger head will obey his mother's words... "
She hugged her son tightly and fell to the ground crying.
The little tiger head didn't know what to say, so he started crying and shouted loudly: "Mom, mom..."
A row of green grass was bent by crying, and only the three words "Yue Pengju" lay there silently in the sea breeze, making no sound.
The mother and son stayed here for a whole day. The little tiger couldn't sit still and ran to the grass chasing various birds and animals, making the sea antelopes bleat.
Hua Rong sat blankly in front of the tombstone, burying his head in his knees. The sea breeze was blowing, and he didn't know the cold. His whole body was numb, and his heart was numb. He had no idea how to continue with the future and life. .
The little tiger head was sweating profusely from running, and he rushed to his mother and shouted: "Mom, I'm hungry, I want to go home for dinner."
She held her son's little hand and silently pulled him back. The little tiger kept chirping along the way: "Mom, it's been a long time since daddy came back? Why is daddy here? From now on, we will come here every day to wait for daddy. Mom, I wrote "Yue Pengju" again today, and my husband said that I wrote it very well..."
Hua Rong said nothing, only held her son's hand and let him shake it, completely unable to hear what he was saying.
On the dining table, there were several large plates of exquisite dishes and a large basin of steaming fish soup. Dried wild grapes were made into simple raisins and placed on the table. The little tiger reached out to grab a few and put them in his mouth, shouting loudly. He shouted: "Dad, raisins are so delicious."
King Qin gave him a pair of chopsticks: "Smelly boy, if it tastes good, eat more. Boy, where did you go to play today?"
"I went to see my dad today. Mom said that my dad lives under the grass and will come back to see us soon..."
The child's childish words were unbridled. King Qin looked at Hua Rong, but saw that she was sitting on a chair, lost in thought. It seemed that she had not heard what her son was saying at all. As the day of Yue Pengju's memorial day came, all the painful experiences seemed to wake up. As soon as the mind comes to mind, it is full of scenes of flesh and blood...
"Girl..." King Qin called out three times before she woke up, hurriedly walked to the table and sat down, picked up the bowl and ate.
"Girl, you look very bad today. You should pay attention to rest."
She forced a smile, nodded, and responded vaguely. She only knew how to eat as if eating had become the most important thing in the world.
I ate in a daze and didn't know how to say goodbye to King Qin. I didn't even hug my son. I went back to the house and lay down like a zombie. I didn't do anything, but I felt tired; I didn't think about anything, but my mind was confused. It was so strong that it almost exploded. King Qin watched her float away, and the little tiger hurriedly shouted: "Mom, mom..." He hugged the little tiger, "Mom is tired, let her rest, and I will play with you tomorrow."
The last quarter moon rises slowly from the eastern sky. The moon faces east, the bleakest moment before sunrise and dawn. A lonely moon is as clear as a halo of light in the vast desert. The desert, life, and destiny are all... Plunged into the endless desert.
"Sister Seventeen...Sister Seventeen..."
Hua Rong quietly got up from the bed and walked to the window. She was neatly dressed, walking lightly, and was anxious. Pengju came, and it was Pengju who called her. She walked over happily, and Pengju wore red silk and white. Shang, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, Kong Wu is strong.
The seventh month sings oranges, the eighth month contains achievements, and the eighth month contains yellow. I, Zhu Kongyang, am the son of a prince.
It seemed like the sound of his son's reading, loud and clear. He came out of the "Book of Songs" and smiled calmly: "Sister Seventeen... Sister Seventeen..."
She jumped on her body, and a burst of light smoke filled the air, turning into a thick fog. Peng Ju's figure gradually disappeared. She was so panicked that she didn't know what to do. She was about to give chase, but the smoke faded away, and the overwhelming pursuers looked like dark clouds. Clusters of arrows were shot at her one after another. She couldn't breathe and could only resist with all her strength. However, it hurt. She was covered with sharp arrows, like a hedgehog, and she could only see blood gushing out like a tide.
"Pengju, Pengju... I feel so much pain..."
A long spear swept towards her, and he descended like a god from the sky, grabbing her hand tightly. However, hundreds of swords came at her, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere, broken arms and limbs... Whose was it? who? my own? Peng Ju’s? Why are these hands so cold? Why can't I hold it anymore or hold it firmly? Like a pile of rocks, Peng Ju's body fell down with a crash, like a pile of quicksand, disappearing without a trace in an instant... She could only watch thousands of sharp arrows shooting at her chest, with tears streaming down her face. , panicked, not knowing where to look for the disappeared person...
King Qin opened the door and rushed in. He saw a disheveled figure by the window, waving a bow and arrow, shouting hoarsely: "Kill... kill Zhao Deji... kill Zhao Deji... kill Zhao Deji... Pengju, save me... save me..."
"Girl, girl..."
Her strength suddenly became so strong that he couldn't hold her. Her body kept running towards the window, and she was about to jump out of the window alive.
"Girl, wake up, wake up quickly..." He hugged her and grabbed her shoulders violently. Her hands hurt, and the bow fell to the ground. She screamed and fell down.
King Qin hurriedly carried her to the bedside and lit the lamp, only to find that her hands were covered with blood. She didn't know when she had found her little bow on her back, as if she had just been involved in a life-and-death struggle.
His heart was cut by a knife. He held her tightly in his arms and gently wiped the blood on her hands. He didn't know how she got hurt. These days, she had nightmares every day. He didn't know what to do. He just hoped. After Yue Pengju's memorial day and this terrible New Year's Eve, let's see if she can get better.
"Girl, don't be afraid. I'm with you. There will never be any danger again. Don't be afraid..." He hugged her and patted her back gently, feeling sad in his heart, as if he was coaxing a weak child to sleep.
The little tiger next door was awakened when he heard his mother's crazy and terrifying screams, and cried loudly. The wet nurse coaxed him, and he quickly fell asleep again. King Qin sighed and blew out the lamp. He saw outside the window that the sky was already dark. It started to light up.
Not long after he lay down, he vaguely heard the sound of rustling. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was Hua Rong. She had already gotten up and had finished washing herself.
Seeing him open his eyes, she smiled slightly: "Qin Shangcheng, aren't you going to discuss something today?"
King Qin turned over and sat up. The sun had already risen outside. Then he remembered that he had arranged the last meeting at the end of the year today, which was mainly about the expansion of overseas trade. Since Li Tinglan arrived at Changlin Island, he has rarely allowed people to go to Luoxia again. On the island, all meetings were moved to other places, and this time was no exception. It took about a day and a night to come and go. He got up in a hurry, got dressed and got out of bed. Hua Rong had already given him face wash to wash up. Qin The king saw the dark circles under her eyes and her eyes were bloodshot, and sighed: "Girl, you have a good rest, you don't have to do this."
"It's okay. I have nothing to do all day long anyway."
She picked up the comb and stood behind him. King Qin hurriedly said: "Girl, your hand is injured, I will do it myself."
She seemed to have just noticed her bandaged hand, and she looked a little confused, and she didn't know how it was injured. There was a dull pain, but it was not serious. She shook her head, grabbed his hair, and gently combed it.
King Qin didn't say anything anymore. These days, he has been completely accustomed to her care. She tidies her carefully every day, and she combs his hair and massages it gently. It is a great enjoyment. He loves it completely. Enjoying this kind of enjoyment, I am so happy that I can really have this kind of happiness for the rest of my life! I never dared to think about it before.