That night, King Qin tossed and turned, staying alone in an empty room for the first time, feeling as if his heart was scratching his head. In the past, even if he couldn't have sex, as long as she was around, just smelling her familiar scent would be a great comfort. .Now, I am suddenly alone. Even my sons are next door, which is unbearable.
He got out of bed and wanted to go out, but he forced himself to hold back. It was just for this night. After this night, everything would be fine.
After suffering like this all night, I felt happy and impatient. At dawn, my eyes were as red as a rabbit. I ran away to find my bride.
With the sound of firecrackers, fluttering ribbons, and bustling crowds, the island is like a grand festival, where all residents gather together happily.
When Li Tinglan and another female family member helped the bride, who was wearing a red hijab, to walk out, the whole place was in a state of excitement.
King Qin also put on new clothes, with a bright red belt and colorful balls tied around his waist, and he rubbed his hands in excitement.
"Your Majesty, pick up the bride quickly..."
"Your Majesty, haha, look, Your Majesty is shy, Your Majesty's face is red..."
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Uncle Yang was sitting on the high platform, with the old god present, and for the first time he truly enjoyed the feeling of being a parent. Suddenly, a pair of small hands grabbed his neck, coldly.
"Little Hutou, what are you doing?"
"Grandpa, who is that masked one?"
"Silly boy, it's your mother."
"Why is mom covering her head?"
“…”
"Grandpa, what are you doing sitting here?"
"Cough cough cough..."
Lu Wenlong grabbed his braid and pulled it away, stopping him from continuing to harass. However, he quickly changed his goal and jumped: "Dad, I want that big flower too..."
That was the big red flower held by King Qin.
Uncle Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so Lu Wenlong picked him up and said with a straight face: "Little Hutou, if you keep making trouble, I won't like you."
"That's all I'm not going to do. I really want to wear that big flower."
Uncle Yang laughed and said, "Boy, do you want to wear it? Let's talk about it in ten or twenty years."
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Three cheers, the auspicious time has arrived.
The newlyweds pay their respects and are sent to the bridal chamber.
The red candles are burning high, and the whole room is enchanting.
She was a little strange, and when she was about to ask, King Qin smiled strangely, "Wen Long is still sensible. Who else can control the little tiger head besides him? Hahaha, one thing is like another, this kid only obeys Wenlong. Wenlong talks to him better than me."
Hua Rong laughed, but he was careful and thought of all this.
The more he talked, the more excited he became. After a good night's sleep, he became so energetic again: "Girl, I really want to have a little girl..."
She bit her red lips slightly: "Bah, my daughter is still a boy, how can I have a baby if I want to?"
"Why not? As long as we work harder, we will have a little girl soon... Come on, it's time to work hard... "
Her whole body was limp and she had no power at all, so she could only blush and let him do whatever he wanted.
In fact, neither of them knew that the little tiger head was not silent, but was dragged to the beach by Lu Wenlong.
Lu Wenlong sat across from him in a pile of sand.
The little tiger head watched curiously as his brother folded a branch, drew on the beach, and quickly drew a model of a sand table.
"Brother, what are you drawing?"
"It's a sand table. It's used for combat analysis. My father taught me before..." No, it was taught by the fourth prince. He lost his words, but of course little Hutou wouldn't know, and he immediately felt relieved, "Little Hutou, mom gave me I have a copy of Father Yue's Art of War, and he told me to study it carefully. I have already recited it by heart along the way, can I teach it to you? "
The little tiger clapped his hands, "Okay, okay, brother, you teach me... But why should we learn the art of war?"
"I heard from Uncle Ma Su that there might be a war. We are men, so of course we have to behave like men. Don't you want to protect mom?"
"Think about it, I will beat whoever bullies my mother."
"Okay, then you just listen to me. I will teach you marksmanship every day from now on. You are not allowed to be lazy in any way."
"I must listen to my brother. By the way, what are mom and the others doing? Why don't they play together? Where is daddy? I'm going to find daddy..."
"I just said that I would listen to my brother, and now I don't listen anymore? Little Hutou, look, the enemy is coming from here..."
The little tiger head looked at his brother's gestures curiously, completely forgetting to ask his mother and father. The sand table on the beach was so childish and rough, but the tall boy had grown up slowly. In life, in addition to playing, there are also There are many more important and urgent things. Because he has experienced two cruel and bloody wars, he has even, faintly, become like a little general.
This winter, there is heavy snow.
Yanjing was covered in silver both inside and outside, and even the palace of Wolf Lord Heci had to temporarily stop renovations.
This morning, Jin Wushu got up very early. There was a brazier burning in the room. Although it was very warm, it was far less comfortable than the earthen kang in Beijing in the past. This is the style of Yanjing, which has completely imitated the customs and habits of the Song Dynasty, and is also full of The golden powder and fragrant smell of the Southern Dynasties. However, now it seems that it seems to be an embroidered pillow imitated from the East.
When he was young, he had never felt like this, and even thought the earthen kang was vulgar. Now he suddenly felt that the earthen kang was so intimate. Fragrant and beautiful things are often impractical, just like the prosperity of the Song Dynasty, which was always vulnerable.
He walked to the window and opened it.
The wind and snow blew towards me like a knife, and my face was burning and painful.
He stood there for a long time, trembling slightly. The fourth prince, who used to be a fierce warrior, could no longer bear the snowstorm!
Wu Qimai pushed the door open and came in. Seeing that he had the window open and snowflakes covering his hair, he was surprised and said: "Fourth Prince, why are you standing here? Be careful of catching the cold..."
A large cloak was handed to him and he put it on. It was a mellow black mink. Ginseng, mink, and uralia were the three treasures of his hometown.
He touched the soft fur of the mink and sighed: "This thing is better."
Seeing that he was a little more energetic, Wu Qimai said with a smile: "When spring comes, I will hunt some better ones for the Fourth Prince."
He didn't answer. Spring has begun. When will spring begin
"Fourth Prince, news came from Gao Yigong that Qin Hui died of illness, and the entire Qin family was exiled to Lingnan..."
This was something that was expected. He said calmly: "Qin Hui lost his conscience all his life and died a good death. This is already a great gift from God to him."
"That's true. If it weren't for the fourth prince, Qin Hui might have died long ago."
Jin Wushu walked to the side and picked up his big hat.
"Fourth Prince, do you want to go out?"
"Wu Qimai, please accompany me to the palace."
"Fourth Prince, in such a cold weather... should we go another day? Your body can't bear it..."
He shook his head, picked up a letter on the table, put it in his arms, and walked out slowly.
Standing at the door was his black horse. He looked at the old horse that had followed him through life and death for more than ten years. It was already very old and no longer the majestic horse it once was. There was also another horse, the famous "Black Moonlight" ", it is in its prime, the most glorious time, but the black moonlight has also disappeared.
"Fourth Prince, will you take the sedan chair?" Wu Qimai said cautiously, "You are sick. Besides, this is Yanjing..."
He said categorically: "I, a descendant of Dajin, do not have the custom of sitting in a sedan chair! I was pampered and pampered. This is how the Song Dynasty perished. How can we make the same mistake again?"
He turned on his horse. At this moment, his movements were so vigorous, as if he had returned to his heroic years. However, Wu Qimai noticed that after he sat down, his body shook slightly, and he subconsciously pressed the button with one hand. Touch your heart and let go quickly.
28 The lady ran out, her voice full of surprise: "Fourth Prince, Fourth Prince..."
Jin Wushu said calmly: "What's the matter with you?"
"Are you going to the palace? Don't forget to ask for a title for your son. Lord Wolf will definitely agree to it. You are the greatest hero of the Kingdom of Jin. How can he not listen to you? You must remember Ah, I have to win the title of king for your only son..."
He smiled faintly and rode away.
Wu Qimai glared at Lady 28 fiercely. Even he was filled with sorrow and anger. A hero like the fourth prince, his final situation was nothing more than mediocre.
In the palace, He Ci was drinking and having fun with his concubines. Yesterday, a surrendered minister of the Song Dynasty presented him with a good thing: cold food powder.
After taking this thing, he got up early in the morning and started playing again. These are the blessings that an emperor should have. He thought that if he could be the emperor of the Southern Dynasties for a lifetime, he would look noble. How could he decorate a palace? Still struggling
When the palace servants came in, they were also eunuchs. After arriving in Yanjing, the Jin Kingdom really used a large number of eunuchs, and they also learned from Song and Liao.
The eunuch rolled up his sleeves and said, "Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince would like to see you."
He Ci was in high spirits, and it wasn't that he didn't want to see anyone. However, after hearing that it was Jin Wushu, he immediately said: "No, I will go out in person to see my fourth uncle? Is my fourth uncle already recovered? Hahaha, that's great. Very, very good…”
In the imperial study, Jin Wushu looked at him carefully, wearing a wide robe and long sleeves. Except for the Jurchen's braid on his head, he was already a Han man. Even his body shape completely inherited the bones of the Han people - After drinking too much for a long time, he was almost as weak as the young Song Qinzong back then.
His heart skipped a beat. He shouldn't have been surprised, but he still felt that the room had suddenly become colder, as if the last heat in the brazier in the imperial study was slowly evaporating.
"Fourth uncle, the brazier in the imperial study is so warm, why don't you take off your cloak?"
He shook his head. No matter how brightly the brazier burned, he could not feel any warmth. He was wrapped in a black cloak, like a huge trumpeting bird.
"I came today to present to Your Majesty three strategies for dealing with the Song Dynasty." He took out the slip from his arms, which was also a memorial, and handed it over, "Your Majesty, please read it."
He Ci took it and saw that it was simple and clear, and it said "Three Strategies Against the Song Dynasty". However, he read it again and couldn't understand it. As a habit, he had no interest in these military and national affairs. He used to have his stepfather help him read it, but now? Of course, the fourth prince helped to watch.
"Fourth Uncle, if you want a clever plan, just implement it. I will definitely support you."
"Your Majesty, you should take a closer look. National affairs come from you. From now on, you are the only decision-maker."