This thank you is worth a thousand words, especially the smile from the heart on her face. She touched her head and felt a little embarrassed: "By the way, little brother, tomorrow is the Shooting Willow Festival, do you want to go? Want to see the excitement?" Seeing Hua Rong's hesitation, he whispered, "The Fourth Prince has great power, and his prestige is far higher than that of the Wolf Lord. If we use his reputation, it will be easier for us to act..."
Hua Rong laughed and said that Zhahe was honest. Who knew that this person also had a dishonest side? She nodded and said quietly: "Okay, let's make use of the Fourth Prince's trademark. You can't be a noble person anyway, right?"
Early the next morning, Hua Rong got up, dressed and asked her son to get up.
The child slept deeply. Lu Wenlong used to be woken up by his servants. Now, every morning, his mother wakes him up. When he opens his eyes and sees that gentle face, this feeling is really wonderful. He rubbed his eyes lazily. , with a bit of childlike coquettishness: "Mom, it's still early..."
Hua Rong said softly: "Son, look at the new horse outfit that mom has prepared for you."
He suddenly turned over and saw his mother holding a brand new unlined upper garment with a leopard skin belt around her waist. It felt novel and fashionable. He hurriedly put it on, and Hua Rong pulled him to his tent. Looking at the big bronze mirror, he looked as arrogant as a little leopard. Lu Wenlong couldn't put it down, and Hua Rong combed his hair into a wild bun, cleverly changing the left side of Jurchen's braided hair, but not Show traces.
"Mom, this looks so beautiful."
Hua Rong smiled and said, "Do they look better than your previous clothes?"
"It looks much better. Mom, I will wear it like this from now on."
Hua Rong laughed happily again.
In the distance, Jin Wushu stopped his horse and watched the mother and son get on the horse hand in hand. He stared intently at the mother and son, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, just like the people stepping down in the painting. There was an illusion in his heart: This He is his biological son, the biological son born to Hua Rong and himself!
"Abba, Abba..."
He was awakened, suppressed his excitement, and curiously looked at Hua Rong's clothes. They were gorgeous clothes sent by him, and he thought she would not be able to wear them.
"Hua Rong, you look so beautiful like this."
She smiled slightly: "Thank you for the compliment from the fourth prince. Let's go, Wenlong still wants to win the golden sword."
He said enthusiastically: "Just wait and see how our father and son perform."
Many years ago, I had become indifferent to the scene of the Willow Shooting Festival for the first time. Now I revisit the old place. Perhaps it is because during peacetime, there are more tourists than before. On the tent in the middle, the wolf Lord Heci and Xiao Xishi and other beloved concubines are sitting in a high position. Looking down at Dajin's warriors in black and angry armor. At the first position on the left is the fourth prince's tent, which is not inferior in size to Heci's tent. As soon as Jin Wushu and his party climbed up and sat down, the surroundings The Jurchen nobles then whispered, and countless eyes looked at the women beside him - even He Ci was no exception.
He looked at her for a long time and then sighed: "For many years, it has been rumored that my fourth uncle is obsessed with a woman from the Song Dynasty, but I still don't believe it. When I saw her today, she is indeed well-deserved."
Xiao Xishi Zhang was also from the Song Dynasty. Hearing the tone of the assassination, he quickly said: "My fourth uncle is very eclectic in his behavior. Your Majesty, look, the belt you rewarded is tied to her body. He is very affectionate towards her..."
He Ci heard the meaning of her words and hurriedly comforted her: "My dear concubine, I have not dared to give you a high status due to the old rules of the old ministers. Since my fourth uncle has made this move, I will definitely follow his example. The deeds of…”
Xiao Xishi smiled happily. After waiting for so many years, no matter how favored the Wolf Lord was, because of his low status, he could only stay humble. The fourth prince had all the power for a while. In the eyes of the officials, he was more powerful than the Wolf Lord. If he brought this He may have a chance to succeed.
When Jin Wushu went to salute the Wolf Lord again, they greeted each other. Just as he was about to retreat, He Ci whispered in his ear: "Fourth uncle, your princess is really good. I congratulate you."
Jin Wushu was very proud and laughed loudly: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Yelv Guanyin and Wang Junhua, who were watching with cold eyes, felt cold in their hearts. Although they were all in the same tent, their status was different than just a matter of logic. Even Wang Junhua, even if the fourth prince wanted to capture King Qin as an excuse, it would inevitably breed doubts. Is there any excuse for doing this? The fourth prince should not act fake and be real!
First, there was the youth group competition. Lu Wenlong lived up to expectations and won the crown. He ran to his mother with a golden knife in hand: "Mom, I won first place..."
Hua Rong took the golden sword, blew on it, and praised: "It is indeed the fastest sword in the world."
Lu Wenlong even liked: "Mom, this is for you."
Hua Rong nodded and accepted it carefully, while the child rubbed his hands: "Dad is about to compete, let's go and watch, okay?"
Hua Rong looked around and saw that not far away, Jin Wushu was riding on a Wuzui horse, wearing a dagger on his head and holding a bow and arrow in his hand.
"Your father is performing, he will not participate in the competition."
According to Jin Wushu's current status, it was natural that he would not compete for the first place just for the sake of performance. He was in high spirits. Thinking of Hua Rong's stunning appearance back then, he couldn't help but feel excited and became more and more anxious: he must show off his skills. Look at her! Let her see that she is not old as a hero.
At the command, he galloped up, shooting arrows at the willow branches tied with red handkerchiefs, and then flew to catch them. Thunderous cheers came to mind around him. He ran around to thank him, and habitually looked at his tent. But he saw his son running towards him under the protection of his own soldiers, cheering repeatedly: "My dad is so awesome, my dad is so awesome..."
He jumped off the horse, hugged his son, and whispered beside him: "Where is your mother?"
"Mom said she wasn't feeling well and was going home first."
He was extremely angry and disappointed. This woman even refused to stay and see that the trick she had just used to shoot the willow was the same one she had learned after years of speculation and practice.
The pretty eyes are made for the blind!
As dusk falls, the ancient trees and tents are shrouded in a layer of soft glow. Then, the glow begins to become stronger, like a golden edge inlaid with thousands of lines. The mangroves opposite turn into a golden red, like a bright painting. When Lu Wenlong rode back, Black Moonlight's temple hair was also coated with a layer of brilliant gold, shining brightly, as if he were a fairy boy galloping in the fairyland of Yaochi.
Hua Rong walked out of the tent and greeted him: "Son, you're back."
He jumped off the horse, and the soldiers pulled the horse to wash and take care of it. He walked towards his mother, looked around, and found that Zhahe was not there, so he asked, "Where is Uncle Zhahe?"
"He's out for something and won't be back for a few days."
He was slightly worried: "Is mom in danger?"
Hua Rong was startled and realized that he thought Zhahe was here to protect his own safety. He felt soft in his heart, took his hand and said with a smile: "How can mother be in danger if her son protects her?"
A heroic emotion and a sense of responsibility suddenly arose in the child's heart, and he was very happy: "Mom, daddy is going to the banquet tonight, and I will come back to accompany you."
There was a grand banquet for the Jurchen nobles tonight. Lu Wenlong came back early because he thought his mother was alone at home. Seeing that he was so sensible, Hua Rong was in a good mood and suddenly said: "Son, mother will give you some tea tonight."
"Is it true?" He raised his face excitedly, "My dad said that the tea made by mom is better than wine."
Jin Wushu had mentioned it to him several times. Although he had never drank it, when his mother mentioned it, he immediately remembered it and thought it was some kind of fine wine. "But, Mom, I'm so hungry."
She said softly: "Mom knows, so she has prepared many good things for you."
Most of the dishes on the table were things that Lu Wenlong had never seen before. They were not the usual fatty pork dishes, let alone game from the Liao Kingdom. They were all rice dishes from the Song Dynasty, ordinary wild vegetables, and ordinary beef and mutton. Nowadays, the colors have been renovated and even decorated with simple melon and fruit slices, another novel taste that he had never thought of.
He was full of praise after eating: "Mom, it's so delicious. It's so delicious..."
Hua Rong smiled softly: "In my mother's hometown, we all eat like this."
"Do people in Elong Town also eat this way?"
"Mom's hometown is not Elong Town. It is bigger and wider. Tokyo, Hangzhou, Fuzhou, Yizhou, Nanshahai... The food there is more delicious than here, the clothes are more beautiful than this, and there are warm clothes. The sun, many turtle shells and corals, countless novelties..."
He stopped using his chopsticks - only then did he realize that he had been using the chopsticks since his mother came, and he had gotten used to them without realizing it. "Mom, we must go to these good places to play..."
She was extremely patient: "To play? It's not to play. It's to live somewhere. Live in a happy place."
"Is it better than Daikin?"
"It's not cold there and it's like spring all year round. It's much better than here."
"Okay, let's go as a family."
She smiled silently, but the child still had a deep-rooted attachment to Jin Wushu. She had no intention of correcting his consciousness. After all, the kindness of upbringing is profound, isn't it? Then she ordered the table to be cleared, "Son, I will make tea for you. "
The child followed the instructions and washed his hands in the big wooden basin. He went back and changed into the loose robe prepared by his mother. His hair was spread out, like a young and handsome young man. He actually liked such an outfit and felt as if he was born to like it. He was more beautiful than a girl. I like the horse costume even more.
"Mom..." He ran in and couldn't help being shocked: he saw fragrant candles all around, smokeless and lightly scented. On the beautiful table, a set of rose-red Jun Kiln tea sets had been laid out, and the copper kettle started Boiling water, flames, and rose red form a unique beauty. And mother. Mother has changed into a brand new moon-white singlet, combed her hair into a high bun, raised her jade hand, and held a cyan Bamboo slices. She smiled slightly: "Son, drinking tea has a long history. There was a tea doctor named Lu Yu in the Tang Dynasty..."
He only saw his mother's soft smile, the twitching of her red lips, the sound of gurgling water, and the unpredictable flowers, birds, insects, and fish brought up by the red hands - he reached out several times to catch the flying bird. Yuyu, who only touched the water vapor with one hand, laughed heartily with the lively, innocent curiosity of a child: "Mom, it's amazing. It's so fun. You teach me, and I want to play too..."