When the children who were having fun saw her, they gathered around her one by one and shouted: "Chief, leader, come and teach us how to make a snowman..."
Lu Wenlong's cheeks were red from running. He rubbed his hands and boasted to his friends: "My mother can put clothes on the snowman. It's so fun."
"Quickly, teach us..."
"What's the snowman's outfit?"
Hua Rong walked to a big snowman with a smile and randomly found some dead branches, dead leaves and some small local stones with patterns. Her hands were flying up and down, and after a while, the snowman turned into a head. The child wears a straw hat and a right hood. The eyes are made of black lacquered stone, with two pink stones dotted in the middle, making it look lifelike.
The children clapped and applauded. Lu Wenlong was very proud and held her hand: "Your mother would never make a snowman like this."
The children all looked at her with envy. Hua Rong burst into laughter. Being able to build a snowman is considered a skill? She pulled the children around her and said softly: "I'll pile them up for you too."
The children clapped their hands and said, "Okay."
Zhahe ran over. He was covered with a thick layer of black bear skin, and he was holding two tiger skins, one large and one small. He handed them to Hua Rong: "Brother, I repaired these. Oh my god. It’s cold in the cold, you and my little brother each have one.”
Hua Rong took it with a smile and said thank you. Lu Wenlong had already happily put it on his body, looking like a beautiful little tiger.
"Uncle Zahe, where are we going to hunt today?"
"The weather is too cold for hunting today."
"It's too boring to stay here, Mom, I want to go out for a walk."
Zhahe immediately said: "Little brother, don't worry, I will take him out."
The child was lively by nature and could not stay still. Seeing his strong request, Hua Rong had no choice but to nod and ask them to be careful.
As soon as the two left, the big snake came over drunkenly, holding a bamboo wine glass, and said with a smile: "Chief, come and have a drink with the brothers by the fire to warm yourself up."
Hua Rong didn't refuse and followed Da Snake to the fire. After drinking a bottle of wine, she looked at the happy people and sighed secretly. This mysterious tribe was no longer mysterious. After several months of war, not only Yelu Dayong, even Jin Wushu knew about it. He had to be involved in the mortal war and withstood the impact of waves of conspiracies. How long can these savages, who cultivate slash and burn farming, use stone knives and wooden weapons, withstand the impact of powerful Jurchen soldiers
She had to try and ask Orochi to take advantage of this period of time to arrange for the savages to make more bows and arrows. He had heard about the wars among the tribes and was already worried about the safety of his own tribe. When he saw her suggestion, he readily agreed. .
Hua Rong discussed with everyone for a while, and the savages started playing again. She felt a little sleepy, so she went back to the tree house to rest for a while. Not long after she lay down, she fell into a daze. It was also a windy and snowy day, and there were countless enemies chasing her! Yue Pengju was like a god, waving his spear and shouting loudly, "Sister Seventeen, run, run..." In the rain of bullets, the two of them shuttled back and forth. In front of them was a green grass lake, the wind was sunny, the clothes were warm, and the flowers were blooming. In winter, She stopped here. She stopped, panting, and there were no pursuers behind her. She leaned on Yue Pengju, ecstatic: "Pengju, we escaped..." There was a smile in the corners of his eyes, just as handsome as when they reunited at Zhongjiazhuang. Teenager: "Yes, sister, we are safe..."
Intense joy surged into her mind, and her whole body and mind relaxed. She sat up suddenly, and suddenly stopped with a "Peng Li", only to realize that it was just a sweet dream.
The sky outside had darkened, and she felt lost, but felt a little strange. Ever since Peng Ju's death, she had been haunted by nightmares and bloody scenes, but she had never dreamed of his resurrection. Peng Ju raised his gun and escaped. Birthday! How wonderful it would be if the dream were not true! She suddenly thought of Ruda, who had not been heard from so far, and she did not know whether he was alive or dead. She felt vaguely in her heart, like an impression that she could not put together.
From beginning to end, I had never seen Pengju's body with my own eyes, and the tomb he worshiped was just "Jia Yiren" erected by a well-meaning jailer. However, the jade bracelet and other tokens on Pengju's body were definitely not Pengju's. Who else could it be? Moreover, with thousands of troops and horses at that time, Pengju had no chance of escaping.
The more she thought about it, the more she became more and more sad and angry. Peng Ju died tragically, but Zhao Deji and Qin Hui are now living as a pair of peaceful monarchs in a romantic world. Losing half of the country is nothing, and paying tribute every year is nothing. They can still be proud of Jiangnan. Luxury and leisure are enough. I am a woman, and I have two children. What kind of revenge can I get from this tribe, which contains only a few thousand women and children
An idea flashed in his mind, as if someone was speaking gently and wisely in his ear: "Sister Seventeen, you have fought with me for many years. Will that experience be of any help to you?"
As if she was enlightened, she patted her head violently and stared at the unknown evergreen tree outside the window. She actually forgot about the valuable experiences of Pengju, who was victorious in every battle. If these were Will the experience compiled into a military book be of great help to future generations? At least, it can be given to the King of Qin and the Orochi Tribe to give them a reference on how to deal with the Jin Army.
The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, and she immediately opened a box in the corner. This box was secretly brought out from the fourth prince's tent. It contained high-quality paper, ink, pens, and inkstones. She spread it out on the simple table and picked up the pen. , but I didn’t know how to write it down at the moment. My thoughts were like a flood. Starting from the reunion at Zhongjiazhuang, I followed Pengju in his expeditions to the north and south, the land war with the Jin army, the naval battle with Jin Wushu, and the Dongting navy. water battle, and a series of battles such as Zhuxian Town... one by one, each one is as clear as if it happened yesterday. Because there are too many clues, there are no clues. She holds the pen, if Peng Ju is here, What would he write? How would he start? This thought made me so obsessed that I looked out the window in a daze and subconsciously, as if his face was outside, following him like a shadow, inseparable for a moment.
She stood up and stretched out her hand: "Pengju..."
Snowflakes trembled and fell on the holly tree, and a surprised cry came from the ear: "Mom, Mom, we are back..."
She looked down with a smile and saw that Zhahe was carrying seven or eight wild animals, while Lu Wenlong was holding a pheasant in one hand and shaking it at her with dignity: "Mom, look, it was Uncle Zhahe who helped me hunt it. Mom. , come down quickly, uncle Zhahe said he is going to make barbecue."
"I'll be down right away."
On the fire, there is a barbecue pole commonly used by savages, as well as some spicy local spices. The weather is cold, animals are rare, and hunting is very difficult. It is not easy to have these animals. There are more than a dozen pheasants, hares and other animals. After being tied up, trimmed and put on the fire, the aroma of oil began to sizzle. The children gathered around and smeared seasonings and salt on the barbecue. Zhahe was so busy that he was sweating profusely and kept yelling at the children who were making trouble. We. Lu Wenlong took a long pheasant feather and made it into a big crown, put it on his head, shook it a few times, and suddenly sighed.
Hua Rong was surprised to see him sighing at such a young age, and asked softly: "Son, what's wrong?"
Lu Wenlong looked sad and looked away.
Hua Rong gently held his hand and asked him in a low voice: "Son, what's going on?"
He then whispered: "I think of my father. I really want to meet my father... He used to have a hat like this."
Hua Rong was speechless. The child was old enough and could distinguish right from wrong. She also told him part of her grudges with Jin Wushu, including the poisoning of Yelu Guanyin.
Lu Wenlong said cautiously: "Mom, it's all Mrs. Yelu's fault. If she is gone, can we go back?"
Yelu Guanyin will not be here? I'm afraid she's about to give birth. Although she doesn't know the details of Yelu Guanyin and Jin Wushu's festival, logically speaking, this child should be Jin Wushu's. How would Jin Wushu choose between his biological son and his adopted son? As long as there is Yelv Guanyin, Lu Wenlong will never go back.
Seeing her silence for a long time, Lu Wenlong was a little worried: "Mom, I'm just asking... Actually, I don't have to go back to follow my father... I would rather follow you... "
She felt sour in her heart. This child had a deep relationship with Jin Wushu. However, in addition to Yelu Guanyin, there was also his life experience, which was also an important reason why she was unwilling to let him go back. Should she tell him the truth
She looked at her son's face, which was handsome and beautiful. He had removed the golden man's braided hair and dressed up like a savage. The only difference was that he did not apply a lot of paint and wore warm clothes. What should she do? Tell him that Jin Wushu is actually his father-killing enemy? The kind and righteous father suddenly turned into the murderer of his biological parents. How can such a child accept it
The words came to her lips several times, but she swallowed them back. She couldn't imagine how to let a child accept such cruelty!
"Mom, are you angry? Mom, I just won't go back..."
She patted her son on the shoulder and had no choice but to rely on Yelu Guanyin for everything. She smiled bitterly and said: "Mrs. Yelu has a lot of poison in her hands now. It is too unsafe for us to go back. Let's talk about it later."
Lu Wenlong's heart felt cold. Could it be that as long as Madam Yelu stayed alive, he would never be able to see his father? What's more, after she became pregnant and gave birth to a child, how could she leave the Fourth Prince's Mansion again
A child ran over, holding half a fan of roasted chicken. The aroma was fragrant: "Wenlong, eat the roasted chicken."
His attention was immediately attracted by the rich aroma, he took the roast chicken, took a bite, and said happily: "Mom, it tastes so good, hurry up and eat it."
Hua Rong smiled and took it and took a bite. At this time, Zhahe, whose face was covered with soot, came over with a rabbit leg and a can of fragrant fruit wine, sat down next to Lu Wenlong, and patted his head: "Wen Long, drink this wine and see."
Lu Wenlong took a sip, and Zhahe looked at Huarong. Seeing that her complexion was much better, he whispered: "Brother, should we pick up the little tiger head?"
He saw Hua Rong depressed and restless a few days ago. He thought she was worried about her son, so he volunteered and said, "Brother, I will pick it up for you this time."
Hua Rong smiled and shook her head. Why didn't she miss her son? But after thinking about it, since the little tiger head was properly placed and taken care of by people like Liu Zhiyong, it would be safer than being by her side. More importantly, she was worried that there would be a fierce battle with the Jin Army as soon as spring began. , it was not beautiful to have her son by her side at this time. She even thought that it would be best to send Lu Wenlong away as well.