Hua Rong hesitated, not knowing how to answer.
Zhahe was even more anxious: "Brother, I will be loyal to the little prince, take good care of him, and never let anyone hurt him. Besides, it is pointless for me to go back to Yanjing. I don't have any relatives. I miss Yanjing, I like it here..."
Hua Rong could only nod.
Seeing that she agreed to stay, Zhahe touched his head happily. Hua Rong smiled softly, touched his son's face, and said in a very gentle tone: "Zhahe, don't call him little prince anymore, just call him Wenlong." .”
Zhahe rubbed his hands and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, there is nothing good about being the fourth prince's son. From now on, I will call him Wenlong."
Early the next morning, Tuo Tuo Yang came in a hurry accompanied by the big snake. Only then did Hua Rong notice that Tuo Tuo Yang was different from others. He was actually wearing a robe made of palm leaves. Not that kind of colorful tattoo.
By the stream in the jungle, a chopped down palm tree fell into a blazing fire, with thick smoke already coming out. Some sap flowed down the branches, emitting a wine-like smell. On the ground There was a boat-shaped tube made of several large leaves, and Lu Wenlong was placed inside. All his clothes were taken off, and the dripping juice almost completely soaked him.
Dottooth held several black herbs in his hand and placed them on the fire. As soon as the herbs were touched by the fire, they immediately burned and emitted a strange smell, which quickly dissolved into black liquid and mixed with the palm trees. The juice seemed to be mixed with a kind of black ink. Due to Duo Tuoyang's instructions, only Da She and Hua Rong were allowed in.
At this time, Tuotuoyang suddenly stood up, with a fierce look in his eyes, and waved his hands as if to drive him away. Hua Rong was startled, and the big snake hurriedly said: "Quickly, Tuotuoyang is about to do something."
Hua Rong already felt weird about their witch doctor, and when he saw the big snake's expression, he didn't dare to leave easily. However, Tuotuoyang waved his hands even more vigorously, and the big snake's expression became even more frightened.
Hua Rong had no choice but to leave with him.
As soon as he arrived in the jungle, the big snake immediately said: "Chief, I'm sorry, Tuotuoyang never lets anyone witness what he does."
Hua Rong was worried: "Will it be effective?"
The snake was full of confidence: "Yes, it will definitely happen. Tuotuoyang is the most experienced witch doctor in our tribe. He has cured many people."
Hua Rong had no choice but to sit under the tree and wait for time to pass by.
From morning to dusk, Hua Rong couldn't sit still anymore. She wanted to stand up several times, but she couldn't bear it. Her son's life was uncertain, and she had some doubts about the witch doctor's treatment. If this continued, he might die. what to do
Seeing that the sun was about to set, she couldn't bear it any longer, and the big snake could no longer dissuade her, so he had to bite the bullet and accompany her forward. Just as they approached the mouth of the stream, they heard violent breathing and the two stopped. The footsteps and panting sounds were made by Tuotuoyang. His whole body seemed to have exhausted all his energy and fell to the ground. He was panting heavily, as if a stone cow was panting at the same time. The business was astonishing.
Hua Rong was shocked and rushed forward. Big Snake also rushed forward. As soon as the two of them ran in, Tuotuoyang sat up. Hua Rong was about to say something when he heard a weak voice, "Mom... Mom..."
This voice was like the sound of nature. Her tears fell immediately, her legs went weak, and she knelt down on the grass. It turned out that on the palm leaf robe next to the sheep, there was lying a young man covered in black. His breath was weak, but he could already speak.
Hua Rong burst into tears and didn't bother to thank Tuotuoyang. She hugged her son, tears streaming down his face: "Son, you finally woke up!"
"Mommy mommy!"
Lu Wenlong raised his hand to touch her face, but dropped it weakly. Hua Rong raised his son's hand, held it tightly, and put it against his face, crying and laughing: "Son, you finally woke up. Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Mom will give you some water..."
Lu Wenlong smiled, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.
Hua Rong was anxious: "Son, son, what's wrong with you?"
"He just woke up. He was very weak and fell asleep. He will be fine after a few days of rest."
Hua Rong breathed a sigh of relief and hugged his son. Then he looked at Tuotuoyang next to him and hurriedly thanked him. Tuotuoyang didn't respond and didn't ask for help from the big snake. He stood up, shook his body and walked a few steps. Just as Hua Rong When I was worried that he was going to fall, he stood firm and walked away quickly.
The big snake was very happy and looked at Lu Wenlong: "Chief, your son is fine, let's go back."
Hua Rong hugged her son. The little boy was already very heavy in her arms. It was very difficult for her to hold him. When the big snake offered to help her, she was filled with joy and shook her head resolutely. No matter how heavy it was, she was happy to hold it by herself.
In front, Zhahe, who was still waiting anxiously, saw Hua Rong hugging Lu Wenlong, who was completely black. He immediately came up to meet him, surprised and happy: "Brother, Wenlong is awake?"
Hua Rong smiled broadly and gasped: "Wake up, Wenlong wakes up."
As soon as she opened her mouth, her hands loosened and she could hardly hold the child. Zhahe hurriedly took it, put it in the prepared basket, and brought it to the tree house.
The big snake was also very excited and hurriedly ordered the tribesmen to prepare wine and meat to celebrate tonight.
After settling down the son, it was already dark, and a raging fire was burning in the big square under the tree house. The tribesmen were sitting around the fire, singing and dancing. All kinds of cooked wild boar meat, wild lamb, etc. were served in huge earthen jars. , the meat is fragrant, everyone can eat freely, and have endless fun.
Hua Rong sat on the fire. Although he had been worried and running around for many days, he was exhausted at this moment. He drank a large bowl of rough sweet wine and felt his appetite increased. He was like a savage, holding a big piece of meat with his bare hands. After eating and drinking, look at the fire and see the big snake dancing happily with the men and women. It is a tap dance with a very distinctive rhythm. The wild people are holding bamboo spears, which symbolizes the victory of the conquest.
She suddenly remembered the Datong society in the history books. Thousands of years ago, no matter in the Central Plains or in foreign lands, everyone was still a savage. There were not so many rules and privileges, and everyone was free. How good it was back then!
She held the wine bowl and took another sip. The firelight illuminated her face red. This was almost her happiest day after Yue Pengju's death. Her son woke up and was with these savages. At this moment, he left All the hatred, the blood of revenge, and the heavy burden on the shoulders have been removed, and only this pile of blazing flames is left in the heart.
Isn't this kind of happiness a kind of day
Wenlong woke up. Wouldn't it be perfect if we added a little tiger head
She suddenly cheered in her heart. Little Hutou had never missed her son so urgently. To have him by her side, to take care of him, to protect him, to watch him grow up in person, was Pengju's flesh and blood. Looking at him was like watching With Pengju’s face, I need to fulfill my responsibilities as a mother! Wang Junhua is dead, Qin Hui wants to kill him, and Zhao Deji wants to kill him too, but his son is also very important, isn't he? Revenge is important, but so is the future of his sons.
"Mom, my mother..."
The little tiger's voice penetrated the eardrum and suddenly turned into his crying face. How could the impatient Li Tinglan, his own son, let King Qin and his wife take responsibility? They may already have their own children, little tiger heads, who must take care of them by themselves!
Zhahe was dancing with the savages when he suddenly ran over and saw her sitting by the fire, smiling, thinking slightly, her hair hanging down, covering half of her eyelids. At this time, she was still wearing a neat shirt, all over her body There is no oil paint on them, and the hand holding the cheek is so white, completely different from the savages in this world.
He didn't know why his heart was beating so fast, and his voice was soft, as if looking at a noble queen: "Brother, do you want to dance?"
Hua Rong raised her head, looked at him, and suddenly stretched out her hand, like those female savages, to hold his hand, and laughed: "Zhahe, I am really happy today, even happier than Orochi and the others..."
As Zhahe was being pulled by her, he felt his hands tremble and his steps became light. He could only see countless men and women, countless green bamboo spears, and countless firelights... However, none of these could hide such a bright smiling face. Like the red morning glow and the brilliant sunset, they are so beautiful...
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His heart felt like it was flying to the sky, and he suddenly heard her gentle voice: "Zhahe, I'm going to pick up my son, I'm going to bring back the little tiger head. I will take good care of him and Wenlong... "
Zhahe just smiled and nodded, unable to hear what she said. He could only see her bright face and moving lips, full of life under the firelight.
The night has gone deep.
The moonlight shone on the tree house, and the shadows of the trees were whirling, looking like mirrors. Hua Rong sat by the window, leaning on her hands, hearing her son's calm breathing, and feeling surprisingly calm. She took the child away, and Jin Wushu I will never give up, and if I want to return the child, I will never give it back. With Yelu Guanyin, the child will have no place to go. How should I settle the child
After many years of wandering, I desperately long for powerful power. The Orochi tribe is the only bargaining chip for me to become stronger. Moreover, now the cooperation with Jin Wushu has come to an end, and I have to kill Qin Hui and Zhao Deji myself. .With the help of Orochi, a tribe of savages, how can he first protect himself, protect his sons, and then develop and grow
Her heart warmed, and she suddenly thought of Pengju. Ever since he led the Orochi tribe to fight, she had subconsciously used her husband's strategies and tactics. Pengju was victorious in every battle, and he organized his troops and formed formations like a god. She had followed her for many years. At this time, I struggled to recall the scenes of those classic battles: the naval battle, the Dongting water battle, the victory at Yancheng, Zhuxian Town... I witnessed each scene with my own eyes, and it clearly emerged before my eyes.
She almost jumped up and slapped her head. She had forgotten such a big thing - Sun Tzu's Art of War existed in ancient times. Now, why can't there be Yue Peng's Art of War? Peng Ju passed away in a hurry and had no time to complete it. Why not inherit his legacy and complete these things for him
There were papers, pens, ink and inkstones in the bag, which she had secretly brought out from the Fourth Prince's tent earlier. They were originally intended to develop the Serpent Tribe. She took out the paper and pen, spread them on the table, contemplated, put down the pen again, and for a moment If you dare to write lightly, you must make your husband's painstaking efforts public. And what is the name of this book? Peng Ju’s Art of War? Yue's Art of War? Yuehua Art of War? Thinking of the latter, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. She remembered that when her husband was alive, he would discuss everything with her. The couple never had any reservations or grudges, and they were so happy and happy.
Alas, if there is an afterlife!