King Qin suddenly thought of his long-lost valley scarf and that winter singlet, and let out a long sigh. If he were to go back to those days again, he didn't know if there would be any hope in this life.
"Dad, why did you want to beat the little tiger on the head earlier?"
King Qin looked at this ghostly child and touched his head: "Son, is it still hurting now?"
The little tiger nodded his head and asked relentlessly: "Dad, why do you want to beat the little tiger?" Because he had never beaten him before, it was very strange and aggrieved.
"I haven't beaten you yet."
No beating? Most of his soul was frightened. The little tiger scratched his head, unable to say such things, and kept pulling his hair: "Dad, are you going to beat me again? Don't hit the little tiger in the future, okay?"
"If you don't wear clothes, you will be beaten." King Qin took out a small gadget from his arms and coaxed him: "When you get to the shore, my father will buy you candied haws."
"Okay." The little tiger smiled happily and forgot to ask. He put his fingers in his mouth and drooled. His eyes were filled with sweet candied haws flying around.
Overhead, seabirds flew by in droves. The little tiger head was riding on Dad's shoulders. He kept reaching out to catch one, but couldn't catch one. He was carefree and giggling. King Qin kept holding him. He seemed tireless. On the other hand, Liu Zhiyong did not dare to come over. Witnessing King Qin's previous anger, he was as frightened as everyone else. But when he looked at it, he saw King Qin's face full of vicissitudes, like a leopard. His eyes were full of loneliness, and sitting on his shoulders was a son who did not belong to him, as if he was the most patient father in the world. How could he really throw away the little tiger's head by doing this
He walked over slowly: "Your Majesty."
"what's the matter?"
"Your Majesty, where will the little tiger head be settled?"
"With me."
"It's a long way to go to Liao Kingdom, and I'm afraid of any accidents. The little tiger's head is too small, so it's not suitable to go on the road."
"I have my own arrangements, why are you so long-winded?"
"Your Majesty..." Before Liu Zhiyong could finish his words, his head was empty. Little Hutou quickly reached out and took off his turban, waved it in his hand, and chuckled: "Bad guy, you don't want me to be with my father, big bad guy..." He danced happily, and when his hands softened, his turban drifted into the sea in the wind.
King Qin seemed to have seen something interesting and strange, and laughed loudly: "You brat, you are a good person for making fun of others. You are really a bad boy..."
Seeing that their father and son were overjoyed, Liu Zhiyong knew that King Qin doted on this child to the bone. No matter how he tried to persuade him, it was useless, so he stopped talking and was about to retreat when King Qin suddenly stopped him: "Go and prepare, we will make some tonight." A sumptuous meal.”
Liu Zhiyong was a little surprised.
"Get some more things that the little tiger head likes to eat, take stock of what is in the cabin, and then decorate the cabin."
He didn't dare to ask why, so he had to prepare.
The little tiger head regained its former liveliness and agility, and kept running up and down the high deck, curiously watching the sailors on the ship decorating and decorating the ship back and forth, putting on lights and colorful decorations, as if they were celebrating some grand festival.
"Dad, what are they doing?"
King Qin picked him up with a mysterious smile: "Because someone has a birthday."
"Who has a birthday to celebrate?"
"Little tiger head."
The little tiger smiled brightly and cheered loudly: "Okay, I want to wear new clothes."
Every year when he was born, his mother would prepare a new set of clothes and many delicious food. King Qin never celebrated his birthday, but he suddenly remembered that Hua Rong had said his birthday when he entrusted the child to her, After painstaking efforts, I remembered that his birthday was just a few days ago, and immediately made arrangements to celebrate his child's birthday. It was the first time for him to do such a thing, but when he saw that his son was in high spirits, he was also filled with joy, even happier than his own birthday.
"Dad, I don't have any new clothes. Mom didn't make any new clothes this year."
"When I see my mother, I'll ask her to make up for it."
"How about asking mom to make new clothes for dad's birthday?"
King Qin could no longer answer. Those gentle hands seemed to be still on his head, combing his hair, and the warmth was still there. He knew clearly in his heart that the girl was treating him well. At least for a while, she wanted to follow her wholeheartedly. I had a lifelong longing for love that I had suppressed for a long time. I couldn't bear it anymore. I raised the little tiger's head and threw it into the air and caught it again. My heart was surging and I wished I could see the woman in my dream immediately at the next glance.
"Gee, dad, when can we see mom?"
"Come on, son, you can see it after your birthday."
Girl, damn girl, where are you now? Could it be that he can’t even remember his son’s birthday
When the morning sun rose, Lu Wenlong ran back holding several long nasturtiums, shouting as he ran: "Mom, look, what beautiful flowers..."
Hua Rong smiled and walked out of the tent to greet him. He took out a vase and filled it with water. Five nasturtiums were arranged in layers, fragrant and beautiful. These days, this big vase will be replaced with a new flower every day, Lu Wenlong Walking in and out of the tent, I felt that the tent was always so clean and fragrant.
"Mom, I didn't like living in tents before, but this year, I suddenly like living in tents."
Hua Rong looked at the vase, felt satisfied, and asked softly: "Why?"
"Because there were no flowers in the tent before, nor was it so clean and tidy. Mom, why do you always keep everything so tidy?"
Hua Rong laughed and held his hand: "Son, look, what good things has mom prepared for you?"
Lu Wenlong walked over and saw that a sumptuous breakfast, rich pastries, and a bowl of something novel that he had never seen before were already on the dining table: two white eggs in a rose-red porcelain bowl produced by Jun Kiln. The red sugar is crystal clear, steaming hot, and exudes a sweet fragrance.
"Mom, what is this?"
"These are sugar-coated eggs. My mother couldn't find any eggs, so she randomly found a few wild eggs to make up for it. In my mother's hometown, if someone celebrates their birthday, they eat these sugar-coated eggs."
"Mom, is it your birthday? Today is it?"
Hua Rong smiled but couldn't help but burst into tears. Today was Little Hutou's birthday. That summer, Peng Ju returned from a great victory. He was traveling day and night. When he was in labor pain, he fell from the sky and held her hand: "Sister Seventeen , I'm back, I'm here, don't be afraid..." The two had a hard-won son, but their husband was gone and their son could not be around.
Lu Wenlong saw her crying and hurriedly comforted her: "Mom, don't be sad..."
Hua Rong wiped away her tears and pushed the bowl in front of him with a smile: "Son, today is my brother's birthday. Help him eat the eggs with sugar water. It will be your birthday in two months. Then, mother will give you some You make something more delicious."
"You helped my brother eat the eggs with sugar water." Even though he was a young boy, he felt an unspeakable sadness. He took chopsticks and a small spoon and said: "Mom, from now on, I will give all my good things to my brother and play with him." ,OK?"
Hua Rong looked away, unable to suppress the grief and sadness in his heart. Today is Xiao Hutou's birthday. Who else in the world knows? King Qin, he doesn't know if he remembers it.
Jin Wushu stopped at the door, listening to the slight crying coming from the tent and his son's frightened comfort: "Mom, don't be sad... don't be sad..."
This woman, this strong woman, would cry like this.
He was about to open the curtain and go in, when he suddenly remembered her warning, coughed, and then "knocked on the door": "Hey, Hua Rong, I want to see you for something, can you come in?"
Hua Rong wiped his eyes with a wet handkerchief, then wiped them thoroughly with a dry handkerchief, and then said lightly: "Please come in."
Jin Wushu stared at her face for a few times. Hua Rong looked away. Lu Wenlong happily pushed his bowl in front of him: "Dad, this thing is so delicious. Try it..."
Hua Rong pushed the bowl back: "Son, you eat. There is more here."
Jin Wushu couldn't believe it: "Do I have one too?"
Perhaps thinking of her son, Hua Rong's face was gentle as never before, and she handed him a similarly red bowl. Inside the white porcelain body, there were red sugar, snow-white wild eggs, and the red heart in the middle was a kind of pink. color.
Lu Wenlong finished his own in a few seconds. Seeing that his father hadn't moved yet, he pushed his chopsticks to him and urged: "Dad, it's delicious. Eat it quickly."
He picked up the chopsticks, and then he realized that his son was very skillful with chopsticks. He was thoughtful, but didn't say anything. He just held the bowl and tasted it slowly. After eating, he put down the bowl: "Hua Rong, Thank you."
She said calmly: "No, today is my son's birthday, and this is his favorite food. I can't be with him this year, but I hope I can celebrate his birthday with him next year."
next year? Will she be able to complete her revenge plan next year? Jin Wushu patted his son on the shoulder: "You go out first, I have something to tell your mother."
Lu Wenlong looked at his mother, and when he saw her nodding, he took his bow and arrows and went out. He walked to the door of the tent, looked back, and saw that his father and mother showed no signs of quarreling, so he left with peace of mind.
As soon as he left, Jin Wushu said: "Hua Rong, this prince has discussed with Lord Wolf and plans to use Song Qinzong to restrain Zhao Deji."
Her eyes lit up: "In this case, Qin Hui will be sent as envoy to the Kingdom of Jin?"
He hesitated: "Don't have too much hope, Qin Hui is very cunning, I'm afraid he will try his best to evade it."
"Fourth Prince, as long as you specify that you want him to come, he won't dare not come."
"Hua Rong, maybe you overestimate this prince."
No one understands Zhao Deji's fear better than Hua Rong. As long as Zhao Deji hears the words "The Jin soldiers are coming", he will commit suicide for life and cut off his descendants. He wants to maintain peace in Jiangnan, as long as the Kingdom of Jin clearly wants Qin Hui to send an envoy. , how dare he refuse
Seeing the unpredictable expression on her face, Jin Wushu sighed: "It might be possible to kill Qin Hui. But don't forget that the real number one culprit is Zhao Deji. I'm afraid you will never kill him in this life." he."
Her eyes were fanatical, her heart was eager, and she was very excited: "Ignore it for now. If you can kill everyone, count them all. Kill Qin Hui first, and then I will figure out a way for Zhao Deji."
"Zhao Deji, I really can't help you."
"Of course, I don't expect you to bring Zhao Deji to the Kingdom of Jin."