C279 Crown Prince

Dawn.

Hua Rong opened her eyes and saw that there was still some confusion outside. At some point, it started to snow again. In the south, days like this are rare. It must be the end of the year, she thought.

How easy was it to turn the year around.

It was only when she got up, as was her habit, that she realized her hands were numb and tied with a strong rope.

Maybe it was because she had a good dream last night that made her forget that she was a "prisoner" and sleep so sweetly. Now that he had awoken, he felt an aching pain all over his body.

Unable to turn around, he had been tied to the bed with 'all sorts of tied up'.

The bed was so comfortable, the quilt so gorgeous, who knew what it was like to be in bed?

A childish voice came from outside the door, filled with joy. "Mother, mother …"

She wanted to laugh to please her son, but she didn't want him to see her in such a sorry state.

The door was pushed open, but the person who entered was not his son, but a white-robed young master. He had put on a new light green turban, and his hair was tied up in a bun. It was also the famous east slope bun, making him look even more elegant. He closed the door as soon as he came in, then walked slowly to the bed and pulled back the covers.

The person under the blanket was wearing a thin and beautiful nightgown. His chest was heaving with anger.

His face was filled with a gentle smile, like a most affectionate person. He reached out his hand to untie the ropes binding her, and said while untied the ropes, "Hua Rong, good morning.

He stared at her as if she were his favorite work of art. Then, he picked up a set of clothes that he had already prepared and helped her put them on.

It was not the clothes of an ordinary lady from Da Song, but a set of the clothes of a genuine lady. As he helped her on, he said in high spirits, "This prince has been sealed by the Prince of Yue. I wonder what kind of appearance wangfei will have when she wears that set of clothes …"

His curiosity was piqued, he had never seen Hua Rong wearing a woman's clothes before. If he changed his clothes, what would happen?

"Hua Rong, you should be happy. This prince has never helped anyone put on their clothes before, not to mention women, even men have not worn their clothes before …"

He felt that what he just said was a little strange, so he self-deprecatingly said, "So, you are an exception. You have always been an exception to this crown prince's rules, do you understand?"

As he spoke, he held up her hand, which had a deep purple-red mark on it from the rope, and blew on it painfully. "Sigh, Hua Rong, you've suffered …" Then, he gently rubbed it a few times and sighed, "Why are you so stubborn? Woman, if you weren't so stubborn, how many good days would there be for you? From now on, you all have to listen to me obediently, okay? As long as you are obedient, this crown prince will not make things difficult for you. I will hand over all the Housework to you, so that you can become the most esteemed mistress … "

Hua Rong was indifferent, she did not even reveal a look of anger. She only looked at him blandly, like she was the most talented man in the world, how could this show be played out step by step.

Finally, he put on his clothes. He even picked up a comb with his own hands and began to comb her slightly messy hair bit by bit. Then, he stood in front of her with a pleased look on his face, looking up and down:

The woman really was wearing a bright red dress and her long black hair hung down to her waist. Perhaps it was a strand of long hair that was scattered across her forehead, blocking her view. She casually waved it, leaving behind a beautiful silhouette. The back of her hand and the flying snow outside the window gave off a warm fragrance, a kind of soft jade …

He put down his comb and was about to take her shoulder when she leaned over and slapped him in the face.

Jin Wushu took a step back. The slap wasn't really heavy, because her hand had only just recovered from the numbness. However, his situation had turned into a mess. On the table, he caught a glimpse of his own face through the peephole — what used to be an elegant young master, but now, the swelling had not disappeared.

There was also a faint pain.

It was precisely the commemoration that Hua Rong left him at that time when he failed to kill him, even though it was no longer as big as a pig's head, it had still left behind a bruise that would not disappear for two to three days.

He subconsciously covered his face, and then immediately let go. The smile in his eyes became somewhat sinister, and at the same time, joyful, as if he was a beast trainer. In this world, there is no horse that cannot be tamed. "

Hua Rong no longer spoke, she only sat on the dresser with her eyes closed.

At the door, his son's voice came in wave after wave, "Mother, mother..." Abba... "

Jin Wushu's face returned to that kind of loving smile again, he looked at Hua Rong sternly, then went to open the door. The child who was waiting a long time ago was already impatient now, as he pounced on him and prodded him, he pushed her away and ran in front of his mother, shouting: "Mom, it's snowing again, let's go make a snowman, alright?"

She looked out the window at the fine flying snow and laughed. It was not enough to build a snowman, not enough to build a snowman. He only said softly, "The snow is too small..."

"But before, when the snow was so heavy, we piled up snowmen every day."

At that time, he was in Jinguo with a white mountain and black water.

Jin Wushu beamed. "Son, you like snowmen? We'll be home soon. When we get home, Abba will personally make a lot for you and even accompany you in a snowy battle … "

The child clapped his hands and laughed. "Sure."

Hua Rong reached out to hug him, but his son was also dressed like a child of the Jinguo, with the two horns on her head still combed. He looked like a little flame boy.

Seeing that her gaze was on her son's clothes, Jin Wushu said indifferently: "I have already decided to change his clothes, and will treat him as my own son."

The child was curious. He was very satisfied with his strange new clothes, especially the beautiful silver ornaments and tassels on the hat.

Jin Wushu saw him sitting in Hua Rong's embrace, with his small hands holding onto Liusu. He bent down slightly to tease him: "Son, when we return, Abba still has a lot of more beautiful clothes for you. Abba is sealed by the King of Yue, and you have a title as well. You are the little prince of my Da Jin and have beautiful clothes waiting for you … "

The child was overjoyed. He raised his head and asked, "Abba, when are we going back?"

"We'll go back after the new year."

When Hua Rong heard him suddenly change her mind, she originally wanted to return to the Jinguo quickly, but why wasn't she rushing when she reached Liu Yu's area of influence? However, she naturally couldn't ask him about it, but seeing how much the child was looking forward to the "road home", she felt a chill in her heart.

She suddenly let go of a hand and inadvertently shook it in front of her son, who looked at the deep scar on her hand and blew on it.

In the blink of an eye, she saw Jin Wushu's sinister and warning gaze.

She smiled and suddenly pointed at Jin Wushu, about to tell her son — This is your real arch enemy. However, the moment the words left his mouth, he suddenly recalled that he didn't know if he could have the chance to escape. If he couldn't escape, wouldn't that be putting the child in a difficult situation?

Those who do not know are happy.

The child was still asking curiously, "Mom, which scoundrel hit you?"

She smiled slightly and pointed at Jin Wushu. "This person is a wolf in human skin, the worst person in the world."

Jin Wushu was so angry that he snatched the child away. "Hua Rong, don't go overboard."

At the door, a new nurse immediately caught the child and carried him out before he could cry, teasing him with a bunch of gadgets.

Seeing that the door was closed, Jin Wushu heaved a sigh of relief, his face reverting back to the pleased smile, stepping forward, he leaned slightly forward, and looked at Hua Rong who already had her eyes closed.

When she closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered like the wings of two small butterflies. In contrast to the morning, there was a hint of red on his face, and his fair brows relaxed.

He reached out and touched her eyelashes. She remained unmoved.

He slightly smiled, "Hua Rong, I am only giving you face to bring up your child. However, you don't want to give me face. If this goes on, you won't even qualify as a baby-sitter. I'll tell you the truth, my patience with you has run out. I'll just catch you as a trophy, and slowly enjoy it as a souvenir. Do you really think I still like you? Then you overestimate yourself. This was impossible! Women are too arrogant and too stubborn. Do you know what happens to them? "

Her eyes were still closed, as if she were asleep.

Jin Wushu flew into a rage. He extended a hand out and grabbed her hair with force.

She slightly gritted her teeth and did not say anything.

Silence is the greatest contempt.

He didn't even bother to scold her.

He was almost furious. He let go of her and slammed her down on the chair, breathing hard.

In the lobby.

Although the resplendent gold and jade here was not comparable to the old location of the open seal, it still had a certain amount of scale.

A person rushed in, upon seeing Jin Wushu, immediately kneeled and kowtowed: "This subject greets Fourth Prince."

Jin Wushu smiled and helped him up. "There's no need to be so courteous, Crown Prince."

This person was the fake, the son of puppet emperor, and also the fake "Crown Prince" Qi Li. It was only a month ago that his father, Liu Yu, was called "Son of Emperor" by the Great Golden Little wolfhirsutism.

Liu Lin was around the same age as Jin Wushu, he was still extremely respectful: "Fourth Prince came far, royal father originally wanted to personally welcome you, but because of the new year, there are a lot of things happening, so we can only push it back a few days.

As he spoke, he sent Jin Wushu a large amount of treasures. Right now, Fourth Prince was a heavy soldier and was the number one figure that they wanted to recruit. Thus, they did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

Jin Wushu looked at it for a bit and then asked Wu Qimai to accept it.

Liu Lin waved his hands again, and eight slim and graceful songbird s appeared, carrying all kinds of instruments, including the lute, broo, and the other instruments.

Liu Lin said, "These are for the eight beautiful virgins of Fourth Prince. In addition, every guard and follower has a concubine to send them off. "

Everyone was overjoyed.

Liu Lin then took another pure gold little dragon that was crafted to perfection, weighing seven to eight kilograms. Of course, it wasn't just the gold that was precious, but its exquisite craftsmanship as well as the two homochromatic, flawless treasures that adorned it.

Since the birth of the Son of Heaven, the "dragon" had existed below the emperor. Anyone who hid a dragon robe or dragon seal would be considered an indomitable existence.

Although the Jinguo did not have such a rule, Jin Wushu knew about it too. Seeing that Liu Lin had taken it out, he could not help but ask: "What is this?"