Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 413 Writing
King Qin laughed loudly: "Stinky boy, what do you know? Come on, give it to mom."

"No, mom won't eat it, it stinks, it stinks..."

King Qin picked up a large handful of plump oysters, and was about to give them to Hua Rong, when he saw her sitting on the huge rock with her back, the afternoon sun shone all over her body, and fell on her black hair.I was in a daze, like ten years ago, that little girl who was trembling was hiding in the cracks of boulders, her whole body was covered with scars, and she was almost killed by the seawater.How many years have passed, she has been injured all the time, what I gave her, the pursuit of the Jin army in the escape, the pursuit of Zhao Deji... A woman has experienced so many lives and deaths, how sad is this life?How could I have the heart to let her suffer even the slightest bit of harm?Never again!

With one hand on his shoulder, full of enthusiasm, Hua Rong turned his head slightly, and saw King Qin's smiling face: "Girl, try it, this is an oyster, haven't you eaten it before?" She took it and tasted it, followed by Like my son, I am not used to this kind of fishy smell.

"It's fine if you don't like it, the kitchen has prepared other good things tonight."

Hua Rong stared at him, King Qin, is the person in front of you an old demon?For nearly a year, he was busy almost every day trying to figure out what to eat for her to recover quickly, what medicine to use, how to heal her lameness without leaving scars... the fierceness of the past, in these trivial matters Exhausted, he seemed to be the most patient man in the world.Time flies, does she owe him, or does he owe herself?

King Qin didn't know what she was thinking, he just looked carefully at her face, her exposed calves and arms, the scars from earlier were almost disappearing or fading away.Under the meticulous care of the two doctors, the birds and animals on the island, all kinds of Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng and precious medicinal materials that were looted in the past were almost all consumed on her body, and her scars were completely healed, and her body seemed to be restored. After remodeling, the face glowed with a new radiance, crystal clear like jade, and disappeared the haggard, ashes and all traces of pain.

This is a great sense of accomplishment, more satisfying than being an emperor.His eyes fell on the calf with the trousers rolled up high, his throat tightened, and his whole body suddenly became hot.This calf is no longer the crystal clear white of the past, but has become a wheat-like honey color, strong and slender, revealing a strong temptation in the sun.He couldn't help walking over, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the leg, with such a strange voice: "Girl, girl..."

Hua Rong was caught suddenly, startled, leaned slightly, and fell into his arms, he hugged her, lowered his head and couldn't help kissing the long-awaited red lips.

For a moment, Hua Rong couldn't breathe at all, his body was limp, and he didn't know how to resist or struggle, but just let him go, as if the ups and downs of this life, the rain beats the wind, he was powerless to fight, and didn't want to fight any more.

However, such a fierce kiss quickly became soft, and his hands slowly relaxed, and he only kneaded that beautiful calf gently, tenderly and cherishingly, panting unevenly: "Girl... like you……"

She closed her eyes, and the softest pain in her heart was completely touched by the sound of "I like you". It has been many years, is it easy for him?Love, who can say that this is not the deepest love?

King Qin raised his head, looked at the pair of foggy eyes opposite him, the heat from his whole body spread completely, hugged her, and was about to turn around, when the little tiger came running with a big shrimp in his head, and shouted as he ran, "Daddy... hug her!" Hug...I want to hug too..."

As soon as King Qin stretched out his hand, he hugged him again. With long hands and arms, he hugged the two of them and walked towards the forest.

The flat stone slab remains the same, weathered by the wind and the sun, and the forest remains unchanged.The stone slabs are covered with fine flower paper, small wolf brushes, and fine Xuan inkstone and square ink.

There is also a piece of golden tiger skin tied around the waist of the little tiger's head, and a large wooden knife pinned to it. He walks like King Qin with his hands crossed, and he is full of air.The child has the best ability to imitate. He likes his father's appearance, so Yang's mother also made a tiger skin waistline, tanned all over, and showed her small tiger teeth when she smiled.

King Qin sat down on a stone pier, took the ink and began to grind it. The little tiger head ran over and chirped: "I want to grind, Father, let me grind..."

"Don't make a fuss, wait for me to finish grinding, and my mother will be able to write."

"What word does mother write?"

"Write your name, write my name..."

"Great……"

Hua Rong stood at the side with a wolf pen in his hand. It had been a whole year and he had never picked up a pen again. He was obviously relaxed, but he forgot how to move his hand, almost forgot how to write.

The wind blew the paper rustling, she stood there for a while, and sighed, seeing that the wind was about to blow the paper away, King Qin immediately took the paperweight and pressed it.

"Mom, hurry up, write my name..."

The little tiger threw its head on the big stone slab, with a drop of ink on its face, and touched its mother's body with its hands, a large ball of ink was immediately stained on the green skirt.

"Okay, mom will write for you."

Hua Rong picked up the pen and stroked it one by one: "Yue Xiaohu..."

The little tiger head smiled and rushed forward, as if about to kiss his name, but the kiss was full of ink, and his face was stained.King Qin laughed loudly, "Stinky boy, you have to dry it after writing..."

"No, Mom, you write, you write..."

Hua Rong picked up his pen and wrote again: "Yue Xiaohu..."

"Little tiger head..."

A piece of beautiful flower paper was left to dry in the forest clearing. When the wind blew, the paper flew around, and the little tiger head giggled and chased it around: "Mom... ran away... my name ran away..."

He hugged one and ran away with the other, laughing and running in a hurry.King Qin laughed, helped him grab the paper, and taught him: "Silly boy, if you want to do this, use a small stone to press it... Yes, that's it, press every piece of paper..."

He followed suit and pressed his names one by one. Seeing that the paper did not run away anymore, he smiled and pulled King Qin's hand: "Father, your name hasn't been written yet..."

"Mom won't write to me."

"You ask mom to write, and mom will write."

King Qin had a bitter face: "My mother Yang, even my mother can't write. What should I do?"

Little Tiger pulled King Qin to Hua Rong's side, blinking his eyes, "Mom, Dad's name hasn't been written yet, why don't you write it for Dad?"

Hua Rong laughed, held up the pen, raised his head, and looked at King Qin.

The setting sun was shining through the cracks in the trees, King Qin looked at her with absent-minded eyes, the past was vivid in his memory, the girl in the light green shirt was holding a wolf hair, writing her name one by one.

"Qin Shangcheng...Qin Shangcheng..." Because of this, the madman half his life.

He only stared at her eyes, these eyes were no longer so dark, filled with vicissitudes, but the eyeballs were still so bright and big, because of the nourishment and recuperation, even the fine wrinkles on the eyelids disappeared, It exudes a mature and gentle charming style, and is so weak that people are reluctant to disobey her.

He muttered to himself: "Girl, girl, if you are tired, stop writing, we will write tomorrow..."

She shook her head, smiled sweetly, slowly bent down, and started writing with a pen.

The words "Qin Shangcheng" appeared in front of my eyes, a thin piece of paper weighed like a thousand pounds.King Qin stretched out his hand, as if he couldn't pick it up. After a long while, he didn't take it until the ink was almost dry. He looked at it carefully, folded it gently and put it in his arms, and laughed: "Girl, thank you."

This is what I wanted to say to him, but he said it first.Hua Rong put down the wolf hair with a smile, and the little tiger ran over and took the pen: "Mom, I want to write, I want to write..."

"Well, it's time for Xiaohutou to write too."

When he was on the island, Uncle Yang had briefly taught Xiao Hutou a few words. Hua Rong had been sick for a year and hadn't taken care of his son at all. Only then did he remember that it was time for his son to read and practice calligraphy.She corrected her son's posture of holding the pen, and sighed softly: "Little Tiger Head, you can study as long as you like, and forget it if you don't like it. You don't need much knowledge in life, as long as you can read and write..." She didn't know why Tell yourself or tell your son.What is the cause of the family and the country, what is the worry of the world, even if he is full of poems and books, even if he is literary and military, so what?It would be much happier to be a carefree savage on this island, isolated from the world.

Little Hutou didn't listen to what his mother was saying at all, and just picked up a pen and wrote a few words he could barely recognize: "Yue Xiaohu... Yue Xiaohu..." Except for his own name, he would never write anything else again. up.

King Qin had been watching him write, when he suddenly raised his head and smiled mysteriously: "Father, can I write your name?"

"Haha, okay, good boy, can you write Lao Tzu's name?"

"Yes. Look..." Holding the pen, he wrote the character "Qin" crookedly. The last two characters had too many strokes, and he couldn't write any more. He was sweating profusely and scribbled.King Qin saw that this was not his own name, but a pile of grass, and he slapped his butt with a palm: "Silly boy, little idiot, I can't write this..."

The little tiger was about to cry when his mouth was flattened, King Qin hugged him: "My dear son, read mine, I will write it for you..."

"Daddy, can you also write?"

Little Tiger looked at Dad in surprise. King Qin took the pen. Although his posture was very strange, he actually wrote a few big characters: "Yue Xiaohu" and "Qin Shangcheng". not bad.

Hua Rong turned around, but was surprised when he saw the few words he wrote. When did this person learn to write?Shibie really admired each other for three days.Only then did I realize that it was not three days of goodbye, but more than ten years, countless three days.I have always lacked understanding of King Qin.

I only enjoyed his kindness and forgot to pay attention to him.

King Qin looked up at her, with a smile on his face, and wrote two more words:
Hua Rong
His posture of holding the pen is very strange, like holding a knife, and he writes with great difficulty. However, those two characters are written very clearly, much more correct than the previous two names. It can be seen that he has written more than once. These two words.

Feeling wet for a while, Hua Rong stretched out his hand silently, and rubbed the ink for him, just like he did for himself, and then stretched out his hand to take the paper to dry.

King Qin was quite embarrassed, and was about to tear off the paper as soon as he stretched out his hand: "Girl, I am drawing a talisman, throw it away..."

She put the paper away and said quietly, "It's pretty good, I like it."

King Qin scratched his head, very happy, and patted his son's head: "Son, we are home, it's time for dinner."

"Great."

Hua Rong still stood aside and looked at him silently, watching his kindness towards Xiaohu from the bottom of his heart.Therefore, I never thanked him, because I didn't need it.

(End of this chapter)