May in the Kingdom of Jin was not too hot yet, but the Jurchen nobles were already well prepared to escape the summer heat. As usual, they went to the river dozens of miles outside Yanjing to escape the heat.
Several important concubines in the Fourth Prince's Mansion waited for the Fourth Prince's return with great difficulty, and they were all ecstatically thinking about how to ask the Fourth Prince to take them with him. Not only would they be able to enjoy themselves, but it would also be an affirmation of their status. More importantly - until now. , the fourth prince’s title of Yue Princess is still vacant.
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Just as they were walking back and forth dressed up in fancy clothes, trying to attract the attention of the fourth prince, in the corner, Yelu Guanyin's eyes sparkled with resentment, half happy, half sad. What was happy was the fourth prince's current status, sad The question is how can you achieve your goal
The horse's hooves hit, and a maroon pony came in from the gate. A young boy carrying a bow and arrow dismounted. He was wearing a golden horse costume and a slow-moving beaded crown on his head. He had long colorful feathers and was full of heroic spirit. He held two pheasants in his hands, dismounted and shouted loudly: "Daddy, daddy..."
A group of concubines came up to him and greeted him flatteringly: "The young master is back..."
"Master, have you hunted so many things again?"
"The young master is really good at archery. He is a hero at a young age and has the demeanor of a fourth prince..."
"Master, give this to the kitchen and prepare a delicious meal for you..."
The little boy cupped his hands calmly: "Thank you, aunties. I will go and pay my respects to my father first."
Yelv Guanyin hid in a corner, gritting her teeth as she looked at the young man with pink makeup. The three-year-old boy at the time was now in his teens after a few years. He had handsome features, a strong body, and was taller than other children of the same age. One, at a young age, is extremely powerful, with two spears on his waist. He is a good hunter. He has long been famous among the disciples of the Jurchen nobles and is known as the number one.
This is the favorite of the fourth prince. Little Lu Wenlong's status is higher than anything else in the fourth prince's house. The concubines all want to win over this child in order to please the fourth prince. However, no matter how hard they try, little Lu Wenlong always gets close to them. Can't get up. Yelv Guanyin naturally thought of this shortcut. Unfortunately, little Lu Wenlong was deeply impressed by her fear when she was a child. Every time they met, they could not say more than two words and left in a hurry. Yelu Guanyin was infatuated at this time, and the other concubines watched. He tried to figure out her thoughts and even blocked her, secretly telling little Lu Wenlong that it was Yelu Guanyin who killed his "mother", so she couldn't get close to little Lu Wenlong at all.
How could little Lu Wenlong know the thoughts of so many women? He happily ran into the fourth prince's bedroom and shouted: "Dad, the child is back..."
Jin Wushu sat up from the kang, but when he saw that the young man who came in was handsome and growing up day by day, he finally felt a little comforted in his heart and said quickly: "My child, come and sit next to daddy."
Lu Wenlong got on the kang and sat next to his father. He saw a pot of wine on the table, so he obediently poured a glass: "Dad, please drink."
Jin Wushu was overjoyed and poured him a glass: "Son, why don't you have a few drinks with me?"
Jurchen men were accustomed to drinking at a young age. Lu Wenlong also had a good drinker. He usually drank various Jurchen milk wines as if he were drinking water. Jin Wushu was very happy when he saw him drinking heavily and patted his head: "Son, you Do you want to go to Yanjing to escape the summer heat?”
"I think. Dad, I heard people talking these days that it is very close to Elong Town. Dad, will we see mom there?"
Jin Wushu put down his wine glass and was speechless.
After all, he was a child. Lu Wenlong's thoughts still stayed in the place where he lived. For more than a year, he wore tiger skin clothes made by his mother, learned archery and hunting, and learned from another father's double guns. He always thought that his mother still There, he asked Jin Wushu this question many times, but every time he got no result and was faltered. This time, when he learned that he was going to a place very close to Elong Town, he naturally asked.
Jin Wushu asked carefully: "Son, do you still remember your mother?"
He raised his face and said innocently: "Of course I remember. Dad, if you can see mom again, don't lock her up again, okay?"
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Jin Wushu was shocked, and then he realized what a profound impact that experience had on little Lu Wenlong. At that time, the child was already several years old and could remember things. Did he really torture Hua Rong like that back then? of? After thousands of twists and turns, it turns out that I have always been so cruel to Hua Rong
He was even more cautious: "Son, are you still thinking about her?"
Lu Wenlong nodded. He grew up in the Fourth Prince's Mansion. He knew that other partners or the unnoticed brothers from concubines had mothers, that is, biological mothers. However, he did not. As he grew up, he became more and more curious about his own. Who is his biological mother? After meeting Hua Rong, she loved her carefully and remembered the tiger skin clothes. Therefore, at his slightly sensible age, and the occasional rumors heard by Yixin from the fourth prince's house, he deeply believed that his Mom must be Hua Rong.
"Dad, do you dislike mom?"
Jin Wushu was startled and asked him: "Who said that?"
He murmured: "My child once heard someone say that my mother is a lowly person, and... plus you are not caring about my mother..."
Jin Wushu said angrily: "Who said your mother is a lowly person? Who said that?"
Lu Wenlong was shocked. He had rarely seen his father with such an angry face and did not dare to say anything.
Seeing him like this, Jin Wushu looked gentler: "Son, remember, your mother is the best woman in the world."
He was very happy: "Huh? Dad likes my mother very much?"
Jin Wushu nodded, feeling lost. Lu Deng's wife committed suicide and died. She was a woman he admired very much. And Hua Rong, Hua Rong! Hua Rong has suffered many times more hardships than Mrs. Lu. How can she clearly explain her life experiences? My son’s mother, no matter which one he talks about, she likes very much.
His voice couldn't help but become softer: "Son, your mother is very smart, good at both civil and military skills. She can also sing very good songs, write beautiful Chinese characters, and make tea... "
"Mom is so powerful?"
"Your mother is the best at making tea. Can she transform into all kinds of flowers, birds, insects and fish?"
"Then I'll ask mom to make me tea..."
Is there such an opportunity? Jin Wushu could not continue talking, the blood circulation in his body was accelerating again, and there was a dull pain. Poison, what kind of poison is it? Is there an antidote? Where is the antidote
Lu Wenlong saw his father's expression change suddenly and broke into a cold sweat. He hurriedly supported his father and said, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Jin Wushu wiped the sweat from his head and shook his head: "It's okay, I'm okay. Son, go get me the two books on the top of the bookcase."
Lu Wenlong agreed and ran over. On the top of the bookcase, there were two thick thread-bound books. One of them was Wang Anshi's poems, which was also Wang Anshi's original work. The other one was Su Dongpo's poems.
"Dad, what do you want a book for?"
"The sons, Su Dongpo and Wang Anshi, are the two most famous people in the Song Dynasty..."
The child asked innocently: "Are they so great as Dad, a hero?"
The fourth prince returned with great fame, and the whole country celebrated. He was regarded as a first-class hero by everyone in the Jin Kingdom. Lu Wenlong believed that his father was already the best hero in the world.
Children can't lie. Jin Wushu looked at the pride on his face. Such cute eyes were not at all the flattery of concubines. His mood improved slightly and he said softly: "Son, these two books are both good and bad." Your mother gave them to me, and now I give them to you."
"Thank you, Dad." Lu Wenlong asked in surprise: "Dad, after we go to Yanjing, can I go to Elong Town to find my mother?"
After a while, Jin Wushu sighed: "Okay. Then my father will take you to search. If I can see your mother again in this life, I will never imprison her again. No matter what, I will definitely Treat her well! As long as I can see her again!"
Lu Wenlong was so happy that he almost jumped up: "Really? If you see your mother, you can ask her to come back with us?"
Jin Wushu couldn't answer. Yue Pengju died and Hua Rong disappeared. With such a serious injury, who knows whether he is alive or dead
"Dad, will mom come back with us?"
"Yes! As long as she is still alive, my father will bring her back. Son, God Haotian will bless her..." He stretched out his hand and silently adjusted his son's bow and arrow, only to realize that his son had grown rapidly in the past two years. He was already shoulder-to-shoulder with himself. He felt even more melancholy in his heart. Time was passing by, and Lu Deng's son would be an adult in the blink of an eye. How should he tell him his identity then? Or just hide it for the rest of your life
The wind blew along the coastline, blowing up thousands of piles of snow.
The little tiger saw her mother's body buried in the sand, motionless for a long time. The waves rolled in and washed over her body, making her all wet. The child thought it was very funny, and giggled and imitated her mother's example, lying down on the beach. Go up and see some small sea creatures being rolled up, including shells and turtles.
"Mom, Mom..." The waves became bigger and bigger, and the little tiger head became a little scared. He held his mother's hand and cried loudly.
His son's cry was like a thunderous sound above his head. Hua Rong turned over and sat up. He saw that his son was also soaked, with water dripping from his hair and his face covered with water. He didn't know if it was water or sweat.
"Mom, let's go home."
Hua Rong hugged her son tightly. The little tiger was so hugged that he couldn't breathe. He broke away from his mother and shouted happily: "Mom, go back, mom, go back..."
Several plates of side dishes, a pot of fresh sea fish, and fried sea shrimps smelled delicious. The little tiger head ate with relish, and while eating, he gave his mother fried shrimps: "Mom, this is so delicious."
Hua Rong looked at the shrimps piled high in the bowl and shed tears in her eyes. Son, he already knows how to pick up vegetables for his mother. But how long can he take care of him? She quietly wiped away her tears, suppressed her choking voice, and asked softly: "Hutou, do you like it here?"
"Yes, I like the sea, shells, turtles, and fried shrimps..." The little tiger head replied crisply, "Mom, don't you like it?"
Hua Rong smiled and nodded, and asked him again: "Do you like Dad?"
"If you like it, dad will give me a lot of fun things."