Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 515
Seeing her, the children having fun gathered around her one by one and shouted: "Boss, boss, come and teach us how to make a snowman..."

Lu Wenlong's cheeks were flushed from running, and he rubbed his hands and bragged to his friends: "My mother can dress the snowman, it's fun."

"Quick, teach us..."

"What are the snowman's clothes?"

Hua Rong smiled and walked to the side of a big snowman, randomly found a few dead branches, dead leaves and some small local stones with patterns.I saw her hands flying up and down, and after a while, the snowman turned into a child wearing a straw hat and a right lapel.The eyeballs are made of black lacquer stone, with two pink stones dotted in the middle, which looks lifelike.

The children clapped their hands and applauded. Lu Wenlong was very proud and took her hand: "Your mother would not make such a snowman."

The children all looked at her enviously, Hua Rong laughed, is being able to build a snowman a skill?She pulled the children around her and said softly, "I'll pile it up for you too."

The children clapped their hands and cheered: "Yes."

Zhahe ran over, he was wearing a thick layer of black bear fur, and he was holding two tiger skins, one large and one small, and handed them to Hua Rong: "Brother, this is what I fixed. It’s freezing 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."

"Staying is too boring, Mom, I want to go out for a walk."

Zahe immediately said: "Little brother, don't worry, I will take him out."

The child is lively by nature and can't stay still, Hua Rong sees his strong demands, so she can only nod her head, telling the two of them to be careful.

As soon as the two of them left, Big Snake walked over drunkenly holding a bamboo wine glass, and said with a smile, "Leader, come and have a drink with your brothers by the fire to warm up your body."

Hua Rong didn't refuse, and followed Big Snake to the fire.After drinking a bottle of wine, she looked at the happy crowd and sighed secretly.This mysterious tribe is no longer mysterious. After several months of war, not only Yelu Dayong, but also Jin Wushu are known.Had to get involved in the war of mortals and endure waves of conspiracies.How long can these savages with slash-and-burn farming, stone knives and wooden utensils withstand the impact of powerful Jurchen soldiers?
She had to try to speak, asking Orochi to take advantage of this time to arrange for the savages to make more bows and arrows, so that they could not be idle.Big Snake had heard about the wars between the tribes, and was already worried about the safety of his own tribe. When he saw her proposal, 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 lying down, I was in a daze, and it was also a snowy day, with countless enemies chasing after me!Yue Pengju was like a god, waving a spear, and shouting loudly, "Sister Seventeen, run, run..." In the hail of guns and bullets, the two shuttled desperately. In front of them was a green grass lake. stop here.She stopped, out of breath, and there were no pursuers behind.Leaning on Yue Pengju, she was ecstatic: "Pengju, we escaped..." He smiled from the corner of his eyes, just like the handsome young man when Zhong Jiazhuang reunited: "Yes, sister, we are safe..."

Intense joy welled up in her mind, her body and mind relaxed, she sat up suddenly, and stopped abruptly with a "Peng Ju", only to realize that it was just a sweet dream.

The sky outside had darkened, she felt lost, but felt a little strange.Since Pengju's death, he has been plagued by nightmares and bloody scenes, but he has never dreamed of his resurrection.Pengju raised his gun and rushed out, escaping from the sky!If it weren't for the dream to be true, how wonderful it would be!She suddenly thought of Lu Da, who had never been heard from until now. She didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and she felt vaguely in her heart, as if she had an impression that couldn't be pieced together.

From the beginning to the end, I never saw Pengju's corpse with my own eyes, and the tomb I worshiped was just a "Jia Yiren" set up by a kind jailer.However, the jade bracelet and other keepsakes on Pengju's body were certain, who else could it be if it wasn't Pengju?Moreover, under the situation of thousands of troops and horses at that time, there was absolutely no chance for Pengju to escape.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt grief and indignation, Pengju died tragically, but Zhao Deji and Qin Hui are now a pair of princes and ministers of Taiping.Losing half of the rivers and mountains is nothing, and paying tribute every year is nothing. If they go to the south of the Yangtze River, they can still be extravagant and lustful.I am a woman, with two children, and this tribe that includes only a few thousand women and children, how can I get revenge?

There was a flash of inspiration in my mind, as if someone was speaking softly in my ear, so wise: "Sister Seventeen, you have been fighting with me for many years, will those experiences help you?"

As if enlightened, she patted herself on the head suddenly, staring at the evergreen and unknown vicissitudes of the big tree outside the window, she actually forgot, forgot the valuable experience of the invincible Pengju.If these experiences are compiled into a military book, will it be of great help to future generations?At least, it can be given to King Qin and the Orochi Tribe, and let them refer to how to deal with the Jin army.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she was, and immediately opened a box in the corner.This box was secretly brought out from the fourth prince's camp back then, and it contained high-quality paper, ink, pens and inkstones.She spread it out on the simple table and picked up the pen, but for a moment she didn't know how to write.Thoughts are like tides, starting from the reunion at Zhongjiazhuang, I followed Pengju to the South and North Wars, the land battle with the Jin Army, the sea battle with the Jin Wushu, the water battle with the Dongting Navy, and the Zhuxian Town, etc. A series of battles... one after another, clearly in my heart as if it just happened yesterday.Because there are too many clues, there are no clues.She was holding a pen. If Pengju was here, what would he write?How would he start?This thought made him go crazy, and in a daze, he subconsciously looked out the window, as if his face was outside, following him like a shadow, never leaving him.

She stood up and stretched out her hand: "Pengju..."

The snowflakes trembled and fell on the holly tree, and there was a surprise cry in my ear: "Mom, mom, we are back..."

She looked down with a smile, and saw that Zhahe carried seven or eight wild animals, while Lu Wenlong held a pheasant in one hand, and shook it at her with vigor: "Mom, look quickly, Uncle Zhahe helped me hunt it. Mom , come down quickly, Uncle Zhahe said to cook barbecue."

"I'll be right down."

On the big fire, there are roasting rods commonly used by wild people, as well as some spicy local spices.The weather is cold, animals are scarce, and hunting is very difficult. It is not easy to have these animals.A dozen or so pheasants, hares and other animals were tied together and placed on the fire, and the smell of oil began to sizzle.The children gathered around, scrambling to apply seasoning and salt to the barbecue.Zhahe was so busy that he was sweating profusely, and kept yelling at the troublesome children.Lu Wenlong made a big crown out of long pheasant feathers and 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's face was full of sadness, so he turned his head away.

Hua Rong gently took his hand, and asked him in a low voice: "Son, what's wrong?"

He said in a low voice: "I think of my father. I really want to see my father... Before, he had such a hat."

Hua Rong was speechless.The child is old enough to be able to tell right from wrong.She also told him part of her grievances with Jin Wushu, including Yelu Guanyin's poisoning.

Lu Wenlong said cautiously: "Mom, it's all about Miss Yelu's fault. If she's gone, can we go back?"

Will Yelu Guanyin be there?I'm afraid she's about to give birth.Although she didn't know the details of the relationship between Yelu Guanyin and Jin Wushu, but logically speaking, this child should undoubtedly belong to Jin Wushu.How would Jin Wushu choose between his biological son and adopted son?As long as there is Yelu 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 and follow Dad...I hope to follow you..."

She felt sore, this child had a deep relationship with Jin Wushu, but besides Yelu Guanyin, his background was also an important reason why she didn't want him to go back.Are you going to tell him the truth?
She looked at her son's face, handsome and handsome, he had removed the braided hair left lapel of the golden man, but dressed like a savage, the only difference was that he didn't apply a lot of oil paint, and he also wore clothes to keep out the cold.How should I tell him that Jin Wushu is actually his father-killing enemy?How could such a child accept the kindness and righteousness of his father who suddenly became the murderer of his biological parents?

She swallowed the words a few times, she couldn't imagine how to let the child accept such cruelty!

"Mom, are you angry? Mom, I just don't go back..."

She patted her son on the shoulder, and had no choice but to blame everything on Yelu Guanyin's head, and said with a wry smile: "Lady Yelu has a lot of poison in her hands, it's too unsafe for us to go back, let's talk about it later."

Lu Wenlong's heart turned cold. Could it be that since Mrs. Yelu is still alive, he will 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 leaf of roasted chicken, and said, "Wenlong, eat roasted chicken."

His attention was immediately attracted by the strong aroma, he took the roast chicken, took a bite, and said happily, "Mom, it tastes so good, eat it quickly."

Hua Rong took it with a smile and took a bite. At this moment, Zhahe, whose face was covered in soot, came over with a rabbit leg and a jar of fragrant fruit wine, sat down beside Lu Wenlong, and patted his head: "Wen Long, drink this wine and see."

Lu Wenlong took a sip, looked at Huarong, saw that her complexion had improved a lot, and said in a low voice, "Brother, do we want to pick up the little tiger head?"

A few days ago, when he saw Hua Rong was unhappy and looked restless, he thought she was worried about her son, so he volunteered and said, "Little brother, I'll pick it up for you this time."

Hua Rong smiled and shook her head, why doesn't she miss her son?But after thinking about it, since the little tiger's head is properly placed, and there are people like Liu Zhiyong taking care of it, it is safer than being by his side.More importantly, she was worried that as soon as the spring began, there would be a fierce battle with Jin Jun. At this time, her son was by her side, but it was not beautiful.She even thought that it would be best to send Lu Wenlong away as well.

(End of this chapter)