Hua Rong smiled and took a wooden spoon to scoop a spoonful of water from the boiling water, and put it in a Jun kiln tea cup. It was green, rose red, and the inner white porcelain body was no longer a cup of tea, but an incredible work of art. At such a young age, Lu Wenlong held the tea cup and did not dare to drink it. He murmured to himself: "Mom, how beautiful it is. I really don't dare to drink it."
"Son, if you drink it, mom will serve it to you."
The child followed the mother's instructions, tasted it slowly, put down the teacup, and behaved like a little gentleman: "Mom, I like it very much. I will drink tea more often in the future. This tea is different from Daikin's..."
Hua Rong asked with a smile: "Do you like Daikin's milk tea or the tea made by mom?"
Without thinking, he said: "Of course it's the tea made by mom."
"This kind of tea is called Song Tea, a top-quality famous tea from the Song Dynasty..."
"Ah, it smells so good, son, daddy, let's have a drink too..." Her voice was interrupted, and a strong smell of alcohol floated in. She frowned slightly, and saw Jin Wushu walking in drunkenly. He also Wearing a large gold hunting suit, he may have drunk a lot, his face is red, his hair is a little disheveled, and his eyes are wide open, like a drunken beast.
He sat down heavily next to his son and carefully looked at his clothes and his bun, from head to toe and from toe to head. He still remembered that when he was a boy, he had longed for such clothes, and when he was young, he would even add extra hair. A paper fan with Su Dongpo's personal inscription on it. However, as time passed, I don't know when, as long as he was in Daijin, he never wore such clothes - not even in his own private residence.
His eyes fell on Hua Rong. There was no bow and arrow, no dagger, black hair piled up in clouds, jade-cut fingers, beautiful eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. Her beauty was still the same. Time, maybe she was hurt too much, so he was particularly fond of her? He reached out and picked up the cup of tea that Hua Rong had just poured and let cool down next to him and drank it in one gulp. He kept saying: "Good tea, good tea, hahaha. I never thought that this prince could drink such good tea in his lifetime." Something, hahaha, so good, great..."
Lu Wenlong saw his mother's expression change suddenly. Although he didn't know the reason, he smelled the smell of alcohol all over his father's body and said hurriedly: "Dad, are you drunk?"
"Drunk? Son, you underestimate my father too much. My father can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. What does that mean? Tea, drink tea..." He looked at Hua Rong with eager eyes. Where is the tea? Why don't you pour yourself some tea? Why not with that gentle, friendly smile? Why does it feel like seeing the plague when I see myself? Why
He stretched out his hand and saw that Hua Rong could not move, so he snatched the spoon from her hand and filled it with water. He thought the cup was too small and said loudly: "Bring a big bowl..."
The soldier who was accompanying him immediately handed him a large bowl. He took a wooden spoon and scooped out a large bowl of water. Seeing that the copper pot was dry, he simply ordered the soldier to pour a large pot of water into it, which almost splashed out. .
Lu Wenlong saw that his father was not looking good, so he hurriedly said: "Dad, this is not how mom cooks..."
He glared: "How do you want to drink it? It's just a cup of tea, why do you need so much trouble? You little kid, don't be arty."
Lu Wenlong was scolded by his father for the first time, and he felt very uncomfortable. He slowly stood up, feeling a little scared.
Hua Rong also stood up: "Son, you go to bed first."
He was still worried, fearing that his father and mother would have another argument, so he hesitated and refused to leave. However, when he saw his mother wink, he said, "Okay. Father, mother, the child is going to rest first." .”
Jin Wushu waved his hand: "Go, go."
As soon as he left, Hua Rong saw that Jin Wushu was still drinking, with no intention of leaving at all, and the alcoholism on his body was getting stronger and stronger, knowing that he drank a lot tonight. She said lightly: "Fourth Prince, please be nice too." rest."
Jin Wushu stopped her: "Where are you going?"
"It's getting late, I'm going to rest."
"This is your tent, where can you go?"
"Since you know it's mine, why don't you leave?"
He pointed at his nose: "Haha, Hua Rong, you told me to leave? Why do you do that?"
"No reason. If you don't leave, I'll leave."
He jumped up and grabbed her arm, fiercely.
She struggled but couldn't break free. She was wary, but asked calmly: "What does the Fourth Prince want?"
"What do you want?" He pulled her harder, turned around, and suddenly pulled her body around, holding her tightly. He looked at her clothes, her high bun, and her shiny and smooth eyes. Hands, those long and slightly panicked eyelashes - such a pair of eyes, there is no familiar water mist, no misty weakness and clarity, but firmness and indifference. - damn indifferent, just like the eyes of a man.
This indifference irritated him even more, and he restrained her fiercely: "You should know what the prince wants to do when you are in the prince's camp, right?"
"Jin Wushu, don't pretend to be crazy while drinking."
"Pretending to be crazy? Do you think this prince is crazy?" He breathed heavily, the smell of alcohol almost spraying on her face, and grabbed her moon-white loose shirt. The faint fragrance of the candle was like coming out of a Song Dynasty poem. A woman; elegant and fresh, no trace of time, everything is as familiar as before, a startling glance.
"Hua Rong, if you live here, you should be my prince's princess, right?"
"of course not!"
"You stay here, stay forever, make tea for me, and have children."
"What a daydream."
"Hua Rong, I want you..."
"You are so ridiculous."
The two talked to each other, each exerting force, forcing, and resisting. But Hua Rong's strength was finally reduced and he couldn't break free. He became furious and slapped him in the face: "Jin Wushu, you Stop pretending to be crazy and acting stupid."
This slap landed on her face, and stars were shining in her eyes. Jin Wushu woke up slightly and stared at her shirt fiercely. He let go and grabbed her collar with lightning speed: "Hua Rong, "You think I don't know about your ambition?"
"What's wrong with me?"
He sneered and stared at her shirt: "What did you change into? What clothes did you wear for your son, and what kind of bun did you put on your son? You also made tea and cooked vegetables. Why? Do you think I don't Know?"
Hua Rong suddenly changed his color and pointed to the big suitcase next to him: "You sent these yourself. If you have any wolfish ambitions, then you are also the instigator... "
"I sent it to please you. I hope you like it, but I don't want you to use it to subtly lead my son to bad ways."
"Why did I lead him astray? Is this considered leading him astray?"
"Do you want to encourage him and instigate him to leave me? Do you want to run away with him and leave this prince with nothing?"
"Jin Wushu, when did you become so suspicious and have no self-confidence? You, the dignified fourth prince, the hero respected by the children, the idol worshiped, will leave if I instigate him?"
"You still want to quibble?" He was furious. Hua Rong was frightened by his ferocious look. She tried her best to make him even more angry. With a "swish" sound, her singlet was torn to a large extent, exposing half of her shoulders.
This half of the jade arm appeared in front of him. Under the candlelight, it was a kind of crystal white. His throat tightened, and the desire that had been suppressed for a long time rushed up, like a volcano erupting, unstoppable.
A moment of spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold. What else can stop a man's strongest desire
Especially when you are tipsy, you are half losing your sense and half being indulgent.
Wine is really a wonderful thing. When you are drunk, you don't know what's going on. But when you are a little tipsy, it is different. You can use it to indulge yourself, regardless of the consequences and good or bad of things - if anything happens, you can still blame it on the wine.
Use force.
When you are 30% drunk and 70% sober, it is the best time to use force.
Hua Rong was frightened by these blood-red eyes. There was no way to retreat; there was no way to move forward.
With only the emotion of wariness and giving up in her body, she laughed: "Jin Wushu, if you really dare to pretend to be crazy under the influence of alcohol, you will never be able to save your life."
He stared intently at the open red lips, not wanting to hear or think about it. There was only that crystal arm left in his eyes and heart, and there was only one uncontrollable desire. He hugged her tightly in his arms with both hands, hot, The burning heat cannot be relieved, and it is burning in the body, and it is so comfortable to be tortured. Desire is the most delicious food in the world.
He restrained her struggle with all his strength, as if he had stepped forward to lift the big iron dragon and used all his strength, which was the beginning of victory. Only by possessing a woman's body can you possess her heart! He lowered his head, and in a hurry, he came into contact with a touch of softness, like the finest silk of the time, the most fragrant rose, and even a faint scent of tea, which was fascinating, like a melting fire, or water, It makes your whole body soft and your soul turbulent. At this moment, you don’t know anything anymore, and nothing matters anymore. There is wine today and you will be drunk today. Who cares when and where the poison of tomorrow will take effect
Getting, possessing, this is the reality we should have at this moment.
Hua Rong pushed away the smell of alcohol. Seeing that he had completely lost his mind and couldn't struggle, he suddenly leaned over and bit his shoulder hard... There was a taste of blood in his mouth, but Jin Wushu didn't feel it at all. Pain, but excitement, a kind of excitement at the scene of a bloody battle. The stronger the opponent, the more distinct the sense of victory. This is not just for a woman, this woman is also an opponent, an enemy, and a dream that cannot be realized. Only by conquering her after pursuing prosperity for many years can I give an explanation for my years of planning!
The hand holding her waist became harder and harder, almost crushing her whole body into pieces - the moon-white singlet could not withstand such desire, it shattered and crumbled, and he saw more of the skin he longed for. , the smooth body, under the flickering candlelight, carries endless temptation...