"Dad... it tastes great. This tea is really delicious. However, your tea does not have flowers, birds, insects, or fish... it doesn't have the pattern of mom..." Lu Wenlong's voice was filled with joy.
"Yes, this is a big regret. Haha, even a genius cannot automatically understand these phantoms of flowers, birds, insects, and fish. In this regard, I am not as good as your mother."
"But, Dad, it's your first time and it's already very good."
Jin Wushu accepted his son's praise for the first time, beaming with joy, waving his hand, and then stopped.
Lu Wenlong looked at him happily. He had been observing carefully, always feeling that there was an undercurrent between his parents - the people he called father and mother were not a family, what a strange combination. The father even had to save his mother, Why does my mother still have no complaints when she comes back? However, this time, things did not seem to be the case. They were polite and did not have any displeasure. On the contrary, they also revealed a vague intimacy - a friendship that he could not describe, but I feel a little warmth, I hope it will be like this, it will always be like this, life is still here.
It's just that he doesn't know how to stop life!
Just like time, it always slips away slowly and slowly.
Jin Wushu looked over and met Hua Rong's gaze. Her expression was calm and slightly anxious, and she asked the question again: "Hailing, will it embarrass you?"
"Embarrassed?! Hailing Huangkou'er, he is not worthy of being my prince's opponent!"
At this moment, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes, he was the real fourth prince again. Hua Rong breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt happy. The soil here is really not suitable for breeding gentlemen, whether it is the Song Dynasty or the Jin Dynasty. This is true for all countries, and it is true for all soils influenced by the Confucian way of kings and ministers.
"No, Dad, Hailing wanted to cause trouble for us that day..."
Jin Wushu's eyes stopped his son from continuing, but Hua Rong turned a blind eye and only looked at Lu Wenlong: "Have you also seen Hailing?"
"He spoke rudely to my father and was beaten by my father. Mom, this man is so hateful..."
Jin Wushu coughed, and Lu Wenlong had to shut up. He hesitated, but still mustered up his courage: "Dad, can't you even say it to mom?"
Jin Wushu was startled, and in a blink of an eye, he saw a trace of anxiety in Hua Rong's eyes. Is this anxiety because of himself? Come because of yourself? Is she also worried about herself
He laughed and picked up the fourth and fifth cup of tea behind him - a defective sencha. He drank it purely because he was thirsty. He used a big bowl and was very generous. He drank it all in one bowl, just like kumiss. .
Only then did he understand what was between him and her - the moment when he truly let go of his heart and lived in harmony without any grudges. All the past events were calculated, and even under the tenderness and sweetness, he was full of emotions. The suspense is rising, and I don’t know when and where I will truly let go of my guard. As everyone knows, the friendship between people depends on time to cultivate. Love at first sight is gorgeous, but it is too short-lived, like fireworks, and the rest Days require a tacit understanding of each other and trivial matters day and night.
The so-called affection means trivial tolerance; not the ups and downs.
Just like this. Just like this, even if it's just making a cup of tea for her and him with my own hands, it's that simple.
He thought, this point is so crucial, but why had he never thought of it or understood it before
"Hua Rong, don't worry, Hailing is nothing to me. He will be rampant unless this prince dies!"
Hua Rong understood, but why did this sentence contain a hint of ominousness? Only then did she focus on the man opposite. He was sitting lazily on the big chair, leaning against the backrest. He was in a very comfortable and relaxed state. He did not have the vigilance or bravery of the former military commanders. His facial expressions Between the eyes, the corners of the lips are smiling. Because of this, the wrinkles on the forehead look so deep, just like the undulating mountains and rivers, like ordinary people everywhere on the roadside, leisurely, with relatives and friends. , bragging and chatting.
He also looked at Hua Rong, even his eyes were lazy, his hands were casually placed on both ends of the chair, and his sitting posture was more relaxed. Because of this unrestrained and distanceless feeling, he suddenly remembered a sentence:
I met you for the first time, and it seemed like we were old friends returning home.
How nice! If only it had been like this back then, how great would it be
Or, how good would it be if I understood it earlier and changed my attitude towards her and my methods of doing things
In the silence, only Lu Wenlong's voice was full of pride: "Hailing dares to mess with Dad, he will die."
Hua Rong wanted to say something, but didn't say it. The fourth prince had a high position and was naturally powerful. But after all, he was not the emperor and had to be subordinated to one person. After witnessing Yue Pengju's death, he understood that everyone has political enemies. Even if it was Jin Wushu, how could he have no political opponents? Today, despite countless bloody storms, even a small negligence or mistake may lead to a big loophole, which can be seized by the enemy.
If not, why would he be living in seclusion in the Fourth Prince's residence every day
Jin Wushu put his hand on his forehead, and even his voice was full of tiredness: "Hua Rong, I am suddenly tired of war. I hate war very much now. The thought of going to the battlefield makes me upset."
A war madman in the past, now a decadent old man.
He is old! Fourth Prince, is he really old
"I hate the smell of blood, I hate seeing piles of corpses, and I hate the smell of decay... You kill me, I'll kill you, whether it's a Jin person or a Song person, life is short, I really don't know why To kill forever and endlessly..."
She thought, wasn't all this caused by his fourth prince
Or maybe, his later armistice agreement was all because of this? In any case, it would be good for us to have a truce and let each other recuperate.
He looked at Hua Rong, thinking that she was going to refute or be sarcastic, but suddenly he was surprised to find that she nodded lightly, and, moreover - she was not wearing a bow and arrow! The bow and arrow that had been with me for a moment were now gone.
She was dressed plainly and elegantly, just like an ordinary woman.
It was only now that he entered the house that he discovered this huge change.
why is that
Qin Hui was stabbed, but Zhao Deji was still alive and well. The culprit was Xiaoyao. Could it be that she wouldn't avenge Yue Pengju's great revenge
Outside the door, Wu Qimai was waiting impatiently, but the maid repeatedly stopped him and said in a very low voice: "No, the fourth prince has given orders that no one is allowed to disturb him."
"But, I have something important and I must see the Fourth Prince."
"No, the fourth prince is talking about anyone! No one is allowed in. Lord Wuqimai, not even you. Please understand that the slaves are acting under orders..."
The maid's attitude was respectful and docile, Wu Qimai had no choice but to linger outside the door.
The night was getting darker little by little, and the midsummer sunset came to an end. It poked its face out of the open window lattice, reflecting the surrounding branches red. The marble floor gave off a quiet coolness, which was smooth and pure. Just like the people around you.
Jin Wushu stared at the Jiaowei Qin in front of him for a long time, and suddenly he remembered the singing fisherman girl a long time ago. On the edge of the West Lake, there were lively red fish, with a fishy fragrance. She combed her hair in a fisherman girl's bun, She lowered her head and tidied up, like a seductress in the dark night. Even the gaudy red headscarf and black silk stockings made her face look like snow in the blink of an eye. The woman in front of her looked so haggard, with her thin cheeks carrying the vicissitudes of time, half her life. Despite all the hardships, only the eyes are still bright, emitting a faint brilliance.
"Hua Rong, I want to play a song."
He spoke slowly, walking towards the strings. His voice was full of enthusiasm, as if there was an excitement that ignited the passion for life, so intense.
Hua Rong was noncommittal.
He didn't miss her look at all, so plain, as if she had lost her enthusiasm for all the romance - only then did he realize that the suppressed sadness in her eyes, some things could never go back, just like the years, getting old She was old, and she left as soon as she left. No one could reach out to hold her back, and she left quietly just between the fingers.
Gone, oh, just like the green years.
His fingers stretched out, and the hand used to holding a bow and arrow was still slender, with long joints and a strong energy that should be expected at his age.
"Hua Rong, what music do you want to listen to?"
Hua Rong shook his head, playing the piano and composing music, as if it was a long time ago. He had forgotten it. He only knew the mountains and forests, the savage tribes, the sound of the wind, the sound of flowing water, the moonlight, ah, the sound of the moonlight.
Lu Wenlong couldn't feel this atmosphere and was extremely excited. It was the excitement of a family reunion: "Mom, my dad plays the piano so beautifully. You will definitely like it after listening to it..."
Hua Rong still had a calm expression. When Jin Wushu saw that she did not refuse, his eyes lit up and he touched the strings with his fingers. A series of low notes came out with a rustling sound: "You Song people have a saying, where there is well water. , including Liu Yong's poems. Among the great writers of the Song Dynasty, my favorites are Su Dongpo and Liu Yong..." No one answered, and he continued to sing:
Standing in the dangerous building, the breeze is blowing softly, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. In the grass-colored smoke and the lingering light, I can't say who would lean on the railing.
I plan to get drunk and sing to the wine. The strong music is still tasteless. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I will never regret it. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
It was the first time Lu Wenlong heard such a song. He didn't know what it felt like. He only felt an unspeakable lingering, pathos, sadness, and sadness. The voice lingered at the end of the sound, very low, like a wisp of smoke on the roof. , in the sky, swirling around:
The belt is getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi.
I'm so haggard. Who do you know why I'm so haggard
Hua Rong slowly stood up and looked at Lu Wenlong.
Jin Wushu followed her eyes. He understood. He naturally understood her purpose of coming. This was a farewell. Quietness was the shengxiao of farewell. It was the feast of this night. Not only was she leaving, but she was also taking the child away. Then It's Da Song's child, her child.
Lu Wenlong seemed to understand something, and suddenly felt uneasy. He looked timidly at his father and then at his mother. It was a kind of sensitivity and intuition. For the first time in his life, he was faced with a choice, a choice in life.
It was by no means as simple as going to the savage tribe in the past. At that time, we were still within the sphere of influence of the Jin Kingdom and could see my father at any time. He asked anxiously: "Mom, where are you going?"
"Yangzhou!"
He repeated silently, with a hint of confusion. Yangzhou!