C217 Family

Yue Pengju had not walked far when he suddenly saw Zhang Xian flying over with two guards.

The two of them were surprised, why was Zhang Xian here so early in the morning?

Zhang Xian alighted from the horse, and his face was extremely ugly. He hurriedly asked: "Pengju, are you going out again?"

Yue Pengju answered with a question: "Zhang Xian, what happened?"

Zhang Xian was furious: "I received the order to transfer our troops to the Xiangyang."

Yue Pengju was shocked. "Why?"

"It was said that the imperial court and the people of the Tulip Family negotiated with each other, and the Jinguo offered to return the two rivers of land …"

Return two rivers of land? Even before his death, the old general Zong Ze would only call them "cross the river, cross the river". The Song Kingdom's capital city used to be the capital city, but now the Golden Man was holding the two abandoned emperors hostage and was also holding them in place at any time. How could they so easily return the two rivers of land? Even if they were to return it, what kind of price would the Song Kingdom have to pay?

Yue Pengju only asked: How many troops are left here?

"Only one thousand."

What can a thousand guards do?

If they withdrew like this, wouldn't it open up their doors again?

Hua Rong suddenly asked: "Who is the leader of the court in charge of the peace talks?"

"I heard it's Qin Gui. "After this boy became Song, he made many suggestions to His Majesty. This time's negotiation will all be presided over by him …"

Indeed, the chess piece that Jin Wushu had laid down was showing its power step by step. Hua Rong suddenly thought of the letter she had exposed about Qin Gui, and her back felt a little cold.

Zhang Xian said: "Penga, what do you guys plan to do now?"

Initially, the couple had planned to go to Xiangyang once things stabilized, but now, they didn't want to go at all. Yue Pengju looked at his wife, then said indifferently: "We will stay here for now."

Zhang Xian was a little hesitant, and said slowly: "Peng Ju, why not bring his wife along on the journey? In such a big place like Xiangyang, there are always a few teachers, and there will always be people who have a way."

"There is no forest there and it is not convenient for beasts to hunt. Zhang Xian, you can go back first. "

Zhang Xian was unable to persuade his anymore, and immediately mounted his horse and left dejectedly.

Because of this incident, the couple's original good mood was completely ruined. Yue Pengju raised his spear, forcing himself to comfort his wife: "The weather today is not bad, I will definitely catch a tiger and make some tiger boots for my son."

Hua Rong smiled sweetly, "Alright, since you have gotten the tiger skin, I will make a pair of tiger skin cold boots for you and your son."

It was a beautiful day.

Under the continuous clear skies, the snow on the surrounding trees had long since melted. The gentle spring breeze was like a pair of enchanted hands. After a few nights, the bare ground started to emit countless amounts of green light. As for those trees, those that had experienced the first snow of spring, they had already been replaced with a new layer of yellow-colored clothes, swaying back and forth with an extremely vigorous life force.

The sun was shining, and the guard took a wide, rough stool made of birch wood and laid it out on the grass. It was covered with a thick tiger skin.

Hua Rong sat on a stool and raised her head to look at the sky. In the afternoon, when it was the warmest part of the day, she was still dressed in heavy clothes, and the wind still felt cool against her neck.

Lu Wenlong ran back and forth at the side. He was lively and lively, the thick anorak on his body had already been replaced with a mottled leopard leather jacket. Sometimes he plucked at the grass, and sometimes he looked at the birds flying about in the trees. There was a kind of green bird, with two long colored feathers trailing on its tail, flying through the forest in a sparkling and dazzling manner. He looked at it with interest, wondering how he could catch one of them.

But no matter how he ran around waving his short fat arms, sweating, still unable to get the point, the birds still perched on the treetops, chirping, and he had no choice but to put his hands on his hips and look up at them for a long time, then run over and say, "Mommy, Mommy …" I want a bird... "The kind that sings …"

Hua Rong held needle and thread in her hand, and was sewing up a few thin bunny skin, intending to make a jacket for her son. Spring is coming, summer is coming, can't wear tiger skin, leopard skin and so on.

She sewed needle after needle and said in a soft voice, "Birds sing so well. If you catch one, you can't sing anymore …"

"No, I think he sings on the ground."

"A bird flies in the sky. When it reaches the ground, it will cry."

"I will treat it very well. Why would it cry?"

"Because it can't see its own Abba or its own mother anymore …"

"Sigh …"

Hearing that, Hua Rong sighed like a little adult and burst out laughing. He said seriously, "If Abba is here, then you can arrest him for me. Mother, when will Abba return? "

"Abba is going to hunt for tigers. He'll be back before nightfall."

The child looked up at the sun. "It's been a long time since it's dark?"

"A few more hours."

He was disheartened and said to himself, "That fierce uncle can catch birds... "Ai, if only he was here …"

"Fearful uncle" was naturally King Qin. On the way back, King Qin caught all kinds of birds to coax him. Therefore, even after so long, he still remembered his "ferocious uncle."

Hua Rong saw that she was frowning and frowning in a strange manner, and was extremely mature, he laughed and said: "Child, quickly go and practice martial arts, when you are older, if your martial arts are any better, you can go up the tree and catch birds."

He took his own long spear and ran over. There were two of them, and Yue Pengju had made the two for him, because he was a child, he could make any of the two, but he liked both of them, so he would often dance with them.

He practiced according to his father's instructions for a while. Hua Rong saw that he was sweating profusely and said softly, "Child, rest up for a while."

He ran over and Hua Rong took out a kernels s spear. He saw a green bird parked on the grass in front of him, so he quietly walked over, saying in a small voice: "Mom, the bird doesn't know, I'll quietly go and catch it …"

Hua Rong laughed, but he stopped and looked at his mother nervously. Hua Rong immediately understood that he wanted to silence her. She hastened to cooperate, no longer laughing, and then he turned and walked very softly towards the bird.

He crept closer, held out his hand, and the bird naturally flew away. He was disheartened. Suddenly he saw little red flowers blooming on the grass in front of him. He became happy again and ran over to pick them.

Seeing that he was running further and further away, Hua Rong did not call out to him and slowly placed the needle and thread in her hand on her knees. The warm sun was tiring, or perhaps it was spring, and these days she was tired, leaning back in the chair behind her, closing her eyes and taking a nap.

Lu Wenlong picked a bunch of little red flowers and came back, shouting non-stop, "Mom, Mom …"

Hua Rong closed her eyes and smiled, allowing him to run around freely.

Slowly, a person peeked his head out from behind a tree where three people were hugging each other. This was already the third day he had come here. Because of the presence of Yue Pengju, he had not revealed himself two days ago. Today, he had also been standing here for a long time. He had never known that such an ordinary scene would cause his heart to surge with emotions. It was as if a strange emotion had awoken, but also as if it had precipitated something familiar to him.

He greedily looked at the bouncing child. In just a few months, he had already grown half a head taller. He was dressed in a spotted leopard jacket, and on his head he wore the same leopard cap, which had been taken off by now. His hair was combed into two corners, his lips were red, his teeth were white, his face was rosy, and on his feet were small boots with the same leopard pattern.

He stood on the edge of the chair behind the woman, holding a bunch of flowers, leaning against her, putting his soft arms around her neck, sticking the flowers in his hands one by one into her hair, and giving her a head full of little red flowers.

"Mommy, Mommy …" "You look great …"

The child looked at his mother's head full of flowers and laughed proudly.

The woman closed her eyes and remained motionless, allowing her child's soft hands to tease her. The gentle and sweet smile on her face, along with the half-sewn clothes on her knees, formed an incomparably loving and feminine charm.

Even a straightforward person would be moved by such a scene. He stood there for a long time, listening to the child's carefree laughter and teasing.

Love, because you feel love, that's what it is, isn't it?!

Even when children were with Tian Wei and milkmaid, they had never been so vigorous and lively.

In half a year, she had developed such a close relationship with her child. What other reason could there be other than love?

And she!

Her hands that hung over her knees were pale and skinny. Under the illumination of the sunlight, the back of her hands revealed a faint blue color, as if they were transparent. Her face, too, was as translucent as jade. Because of that kind of injury, she was even more slender, and her entire person exuded an indescribable amorous attitude.

He suddenly felt his entire body go limp, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest in excitement.

The child wrapped his arms around his mother's neck, holding her head and crying out, "Mom, mom, look, there are even more beautiful birds …" "I want the birds, hurry and catch them …"

"Hehe, when Mommy gets better, I'll teach you how to shoot arrows and shoot down …" "Ugh …" She seemed to have been strangled, the child's hands loosened, he ran forward, climbed on top of her, and very intimately, whether he wanted to hug her or let her hug him, he laid in her arms, continuously acting like a spoiled child, "Mother, mother …" "When are you going to get better …"

Under the bright and beautiful sunlight, he could hear her weak laughter. His breathing was a little hurried, and his face was slowly turning purple. It was obvious that he couldn't surpass the burden of a child. But how could the child know this? He was still in her arms, and he even reached out and wrapped his arms around her neck. "Mom, tell me …"

He tiptoed over.

Seeing that a familiar little toy had fallen onto the ground, he immediately let go of his mother and ran over to pick it up. Then, he clapped his hands and laughed heartily, throwing himself into the arms of the person who came over, "Abba, Abba …"

"Abba, Abba, I miss you …"

Hua Rong turned her back to the father and son duo. She wanted to turn around, but felt that her eyes were tired and unable to open, so the smile on her face became more and more profound. His son was always in awe of Yue Pengju, but why did he call him "Abba" so cordially? She said softly, "Pengju, you came back so early today? "You should catch a bird for your son. He has been pestering me …"

"Okay, Abba, quickly catch a bird for me... "Look, it's right on top of the tree …"