Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 452 Shooting Willow Festival

This thank you is worth a thousand words, especially, the smile from the heart on her face.Zha He rubbed his head, feeling a little embarrassed: "By the way, little brother, tomorrow is the Shooting Willow Festival, do you want to go and see the excitement?" Seeing Hua Rong hesitate, he said in a low voice, "The fourth prince has all the power for a while. , the prestige is far above the wolf lord, if we use his reputation, it will be easier for us to act..."

Hua Rong laughed, saying that Zhahe was honest, who knew that this person also had a dishonest side?She nodded, and said quietly: "Okay, let's use the fourth prince's signboard, since nobility can't be eaten anyway, can't it?"

The next morning, Hua Rong got up, dressed and woke her son up.

The child slept deeply, and Lu Wenlong used to be woken up by servants, but now, every morning, he is woken up by his mother, and when he opens his eyes to see that gentle face, this feeling is really wonderful.He rubbed his eyes lazily, with a little childish coquettishness: "Mom, it's still early..."

Hua Rong said softly: "Son, look at the new horse outfit that mom prepared for you."

He turned over suddenly, and saw his mother holding a brand new single shirt with a leopard leather belt around her waist, which seemed novel and fashionable.He hurriedly put it on, Hua Rong pulled him to his tent, looked at the big bronze mirror, and looked like a little leopard.Lu Wenlong couldn't put it down, Hua Rong combed him a wild bun again, subtly changed the Jurchen's braided hair to the left lapel without showing his whereabouts.

"Mom, this looks so pretty."

Hua Rong smiled: "Does it look better than your previous clothes?"

"It looks much better. Mom, I will wear it like this from now on."

Hua Rong laughed happily again.

In the distance, Jin Wushu stopped his horse and watched the mother and son mount the horse hand in hand.He stared intently at the mother and son, who looked like people walking down from a painting.There was an illusion in his heart: this is his own son, the son born by Hua Rong and himself!

"Daddy, daddy..."

He was awakened, suppressed his excitement, and looked at Hua Rong's clothes curiously. It was a gorgeous dress he sent, and he thought that she would not know how to wear it.

"Hua Rong, you look so pretty."

She smiled slightly: "Thanks to the fourth prince's compliment. Let's go, Wenlong still wants to win the golden knife."

He was full of spirits: "You wait to see the performance of our father and son."

Many years ago, the first time I saw the scene of the Shooting Willow Festival has become indifferent, and now I revisit the old place, perhaps because there are more tourists than before in peacetime.On the tent in the middle, the wolf lord Heci sat on a high seat with little Xishi and other favorite concubines, looking down at Da Jin's warrior in black armor.And in the first position on the left is the tent of the fourth prince, which is not inferior in size to the tent of Heci.As soon as Jin Wushu and his party boarded and sat down, the surrounding Jurchen nobles whispered, and countless eyes looked at the woman beside him—even Heci was no exception.

He sized it up for a long while before sighing: "It has been rumored for many years that my fourth uncle is obsessed with a woman from the Song Dynasty, but I still don't believe it. Seeing him today, he really deserves his reputation."

Xiao Xishi Zhang is also from the Song Dynasty. Hearing the stabbing tone, he hurriedly said: "Fourth Uncle does things in an eclectic manner. Look, Your Majesty, the belts you rewarded are all tied to her, and you can be said to have deep affection for her..."

Heci heard what she meant, and hurriedly comforted her: "My dear concubine, I dare not give you too high a name due to the old rules of the old minister these years. Since the fourth uncle started this, I will definitely follow his example. as..."

Xiao Xishi smiled happily. After waiting for so many years, no matter how favored the wolf lord is, but because of his low status, he can only stay low and be a small one. The fourth prince has power for a while, and in the eyes of his officials, his strength is even better than that of the wolf lord. If he brings this Head, I may have a bright day.

When Jin Wushu went to salute the wolf master again, he greeted each other, and he was about to step back when Heci whispered in his ear: "Fourth Uncle, your concubine is really good. I congratulate you."

Jin Wushu was very proud and laughed loudly: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Yelu Guanyin and Wang Junhua, who were watching with cold eyes, felt cold again.Although they are all in the same tent, the difference in their status is beyond reason?Even Wang Junhua, even though the fourth prince wanted to capture King Qin as an excuse, but doubts inevitably arose. Is there an excuse for doing so?Fourth Prince, don't want to fake a show and do it for real!

First, in the youth group competition, Lu Wenlong really lived up to expectations and won the laurel crown. Holding the golden knife, he rushed to his mother: "Mom, I won the first place..."

Hua Rong took the golden knife, took a breath, and praised: "It really is the best sharp knife in the world."

Lu Wenlong liked it even more: "Mom, this is for you."

Hua Rong nodded and accepted it cautiously. The child rubbed his hands together: "Father is about to play a game, let's watch it, okay?"

Hua Rong looked, and saw not far away, Jin Wushu was riding on a black horse, wearing a pocket on his head, and holding a bow and arrow.

"Your dad is performing, he won't participate in the competition."

According to Jin Wushu's status today, it is naturally only for performance, and will not fight for the first place.He was in high spirits, thinking of Hua Rong's stunning appearance back then, he couldn't help feeling overwhelmed, and became even more eager: I must show her a hand!Let her see that she is still a hero.

With an order, he galloped up, shot arrows at the willow branches tied with red veils, and then flew to catch them.There was thunderous applause all around.He ran around to express his thanks, and habitually looked at his tent, only to see his son running towards him under the guard of his own soldiers, cheering repeatedly: "Daddy is so powerful, Daddy is so powerful..."

He jumped off the horse, embraced his son, and whispered beside him, "Where's your mother?"

"Mom said she was not feeling well, so she went back first."

He was exasperated and disappointed.This woman didn't even want to stay to see what she just used was the same trick she used to shoot willows back then - it was learned after years of pondering and practicing.

Make a pretty eye for the blind!

As dusk fell, the ancient tree tents were shrouded in a soft glow.Then, the glow began to become stronger, like a golden edge inlaid with thousands of Taos, and the mangrove forest opposite turned into a golden red, like a bright painting.Lu Wenlong came back with his horse, and Hei Yueguang's mane was also coated with a layer of brilliant gold, shining brightly, as if he was a fairy boy running in a fairyland in a fairyland.

Hua Rong came out of the tent and faced him, "Son, you're back."

He jumped off the horse, and the soldiers took the horse to wash and take care of it. He went to his mother, looked around, and found that Zhahe was not there, so he asked, "Where is Uncle Zhahe?"

"He has something to go out, and he won't be back in a few days."

He was slightly worried: "Will mom be in danger?"

Hua Rong was taken aback, and realized that he thought Zhahe was here to protect his own safety.Feeling soft, he took his hand and said with a smile, "How can mother be in danger with a son protecting her?"

A feeling of a hero and a sense of responsibility spontaneously arose in the child's heart, and he was very happy: "Mom, Dad is going to the banquet tonight, I'll come back to accompany you."

The Jurchen nobles had a grand banquet tonight, and Lu Wenlong came back early thinking that his mother was alone at home.Seeing that he was so sensible, Hua Rong was in a good mood, and suddenly said: "Son, Mom will make you some tea tonight."

"Really?" He raised his face excitedly, "Daddy said that the tea made by mother is better than fine wine."

Jin Wushu had mentioned it several times in front of him, although he had never drank it before, but when his mother mentioned it, he immediately remembered it, thinking it was fine nectar. "But, Mom, I'm so hungry."

She said softly: "Mom knows, so I have prepared many good things for you."

Most of the dishes on the table were unfamiliar to Lu Wenlong.It is not the usual fat pork plate, let alone the game of the Liao Kingdom. It is all rice and side dishes from the Song Dynasty. The usual wild vegetables, the usual beef and mutton, now, the colors are refurbished, and there are even simple slices of melons and fruits. Flower decoration, another novel taste that he had never thought of.

He ate full of praise: "Mom, it's delicious. It's so delicious..."

Hua Rong smiled softly: "In my mother's hometown, we all ate like this."

"Do people in Elong Town eat like this?"

"My mother's hometown is not Elong Town. It is bigger and wider. Tokyo, Hangzhou, Fuzhou, Yizhou, Nanshahai...the food there is more delicious than here, the clothes are more beautiful than this, and there is warmth. sun, many turtle shells and corals, countless novelties..."

He stopped his chopsticks—he realized that after his mother came, he got used to the chopsticks he had been using all the time, "Mom, we must go to these good places to play..."

She is extremely patient: "Playing? It's not playing. It's where to live. Live in a happy place."

"Is it better than Daikin there?"

"It's not cold there, and it's like spring all year round, which is much better than here."

"Okay, our family will go."

She just smiled and said nothing, the child is still deeply rooted towards Jin Wushu, she has no intention of correcting his consciousness, after all, the kindness of nurturing is profound, isn't it.Then she cleared the table, "Son, I'll make you Sencha."

The child followed the instructions, washed his hands in the big tub, and went back to change into the loose robes his mother had prepared, with his hair loose, like a little handsome gentleman.He actually liked this kind of attire, and felt as if he was born to like it, more than Jurchen's horse attire.

"Mom..." He ran in and couldn't help being stunned: there were fragrant candles lit all around, no smoke, and a faint fragrance.On the beautiful desk, a set of rose-red Jun kiln tea sets have been set out, and water is boiling in the copper pot. The flames and rose red form a strange beauty.And mom.Mom has already changed into a new moon-white singlet, her hair is combed into a high bun, her jade hand is raised, and she is holding a blue bamboo slice.She smiled slightly: "Son, drinking tea has a long history. In the Tang Dynasty, there was a tea doctor named Lu Yu..."

He only saw his mother's soft smile, the fluttering of red lips, the sound of gurgling water, and the unpredictable flowers, birds, insects and fishes brought up by the churning of the red crisp hands-he stretched out his hand several times, trying to catch it. Flying birds and swimming fish, only touching the water vapor in one hand, with the child's lively, innocent, curious and hearty laughter: "Mom, it's amazing. It's so fun, you teach me, I want to play too..."

(End of this chapter)