C407 resuscitation

In the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the King Qin bought the Water Immortal. The leader's gaze swept across the bustling flower market and landed on a pot of purple colored orchids. It was his first time seeing so many orchids. He was originally fond of them, but right now, he was not in the mood to admire them. He could only frown: Why is Hua Rong making a ruckus in this city? I don't know how Wu Qimai found out about this either.

After a while, Wu Qimai came over, he anxiously asked: "Are you sure it's here?"

Wu Qimai shook his head: "Only people found a tall and sturdy man. I thought it was the King Qin. Fourth Prince, look … "

He said softly. Jin Wushu suddenly raised his head and saw a tall and sturdy man wearing a bamboo hat in front of him. His face was full of muscles as he held a chicken coop for fighting chickens.

Wu Qimai also noticed, "No … "I made a mistake …"

Jin Wushu was disappointed. Seeing the flowers in front of him, he could no longer bear it and impatiently said: "Let's go, we have to quickly find them. If we were late, I'm afraid they would have long left Lin An."

The snow had long since stopped, and the weather of the Southern Kingdom could not keep the snow and frost. When the sun came out, it was as light as the clouds, as if the rain and snow of the last few days had never happened.

A lonely grave, evergreen pine.

Ma Su quietly knelt in front of the grave, there were only a few words written on it: "Heavenly Moon's Tomb". Golden branches, jade leaves, a pile of loess. He knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face. Who would have thought? Who would have thought? With such a shy smile, Weiwei accepted the treatment and repeatedly said, "Thank you, thank you." The most heartless royal family, if they had known earlier, they would have lived a different life from the scorching sun at the edge of the sea and the ends of the earth.

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed nine times. "Princess, I am sorry. I was unable to save you."

There was no sound. The wind blew across the grave. The withered and yellow grass had already begun to show signs of sprouting.

He slowly stood up, his knees going numb. He looked at the setting sun and the sunset in the west. Tears streamed down his face as he walked away. It had been a long time.

Knocking on the door seven times, An Zhigang opened it and was pleasantly surprised: "Ma Su, we were waiting for you."

Ma Su entered and looked at everyone. He couldn't help but feel mixed emotions. He bowed to King Qin and anxiously looked at the unconscious Hua Rong on the bed: "King, she is Madame Yue?"

King Qin said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I won't die."

These days, he took care of Hua Rong without rest. He fed her medicine and changed her medicine, not daring to be careless at all. Ma Su looked at the water immortal on the Desk, and sighed, feeling sad in his heart. If he had the determination of the King, how could the princess die? He didn't dare, he never had dared. Thus, he could only watch helplessly as she returned to the palace. He could only watch as she married and was executed. From start to finish, he never even dared to say a word of 'like'.

He looked at the water fairy, then looked at King Qin. Pirates and emperors. For example, the likes of Zhao Deji, who had used his shamelessness and insidiousness to the extreme, but the thieves in the eyes of the world, were actually a little human and bloodthirsty. He could not help but bow once more, sincerely and sincerely, "Great King, Ma Su will always be with you in this life.

King Qin stared at him strangely. "What are you doing?"

Ma Su did not answer, but said: "I have already secretly asked around, the Yue Xiang Gong was quietly buried by the Jail Temple Prison's jailer. But now it was impossible to find out where it had been buried. The poor hero of Yue Xiang Gong had actually ended up in such a miserable state. "

"Sigh, so what if I die? The corpse doesn't matter anymore." King Qin poured a jar of wine on the table and said as he poured, "Yue Pengju, you're a man again in eighteen years. You must kill Zhao Deji in the next life to get your revenge. If you are alive in heaven, then protect your wife and son. "

Everyone's heart was in pain as they lowered their heads.

The news of Yue Pengju's death quickly spread to the north and south of the Great River Sect. All of the Jinguo s rejoiced, especially those who had fought against the Yue Army. At the same time, Song Jin had basically reached an agreement on the peace talks. The Wolf Lord of the Jinguo ordered Zhao Deji to be conferred with the title of "Emperor as a subject", and to be called a vassal to the Great Jin Dynasty.

The documents and golden booklets that Zhao Deji had received were like talismans that could prevent death, and he was extremely happy. His many years of Taiping Tianzi life, which he had been yearning for, had finally officially begun. What was left was to wholeheartedly welcome the return of the Empress Dowager Wei. He had ordered his men to build up the palace and make it look like gold and jade. Everything was ready, only to be owed to Her Majesty.

A carriage stopped in front of the entrance, with thick curtains covering it.

The King Qin personally went up to check it out. The interior of the carriage was very comfortable and soft, the people driving the carriage were two old types, to ensure that the journey was not bumpy. When he was satisfied, he carried Hua Rong and stepped into the carriage. In the twilight, Ma Su and the others mounted the horses. Ma Su was dressed in a brocade robe and wore a valley towel. Everyone turned to look, and they thought that it was a rich and powerful family that was out on a tour.

Palace lamp poem was a mystery, talking and laughing merrily, the streets were filled with red and green, the Da Song Empire was immersed in her incomparable joy. Ma Su looked at the intoxicated people on the street and thought, how long can this peace last for? In the end, who would be the one to destroy Song? Gold? Who could it be that killed Song Jin?

As the carriage rumbled away, no one answered his question.

After walking for a few kilometers outside of the city, he suddenly thought of a serious problem. Before he left, the Third Uncle Yang had told him to "persuade" the King to train Ye Lvdayong's army to cooperate with him. There were several words that came out of his mouth, but he simply did not dare to "persuade" them otherwise. At this moment, was it really possible to get the King Qin to put Hua Rong down and finish her job with Ye Lvdayong?

Island of the sea, the sun, spring, flowers open.

A child wearing a bright red carp apron was running happily on the beach, clutching two golden, soft fish in his hands. These days, he had learned to catch fish firmly. The fish struggled in his hands, numb and itchy, and he giggled happily. His arms and legs were already tanned, but he was still taller than his peers.

In the distance, he saw a large man approaching with large strides. Holding the fish in his hand, he took a good look at it and chuckled loudly, "Abba... Abba... "

King Qin ran over and hugged him. "Stinky kid, do you miss me?"

His black eyes rolled around and he chuckled as he brought the fish to his eyes again, "Abba … Mom... Where's my mother? Where is my Abba? " King Qin felt his heart ache. He still remembered his own Abba.

"Kneel, kid."

"No."

King Qin stretched out his hand and kneeled on the soft beach. He giggled, thinking that the Abba was playing with him.

"Kowtow to your Abba."

King Qin turned his body towards Lin An. His mother had taught him to kowtow to "Uncle" a long time ago, and now, he was kowtowing to "Abba". He didn't know the difference, but he still did as he was told. It was only after he had knocked his head nine times that King Qin carried him: "Brat, remember, your Abba's name is Yue Pengju."

"Yue Pengju, Yue Pengju..." He mumbled to himself as he struggled in the arms of the King Qin, "Mother. "My mother …"

"Mom's here. You're going to see Mom soon."

The child couldn't wait any longer. He dropped the fish in his hands and kept shouting, "Mom! Mom!" "Where is my mother …"

Hua Rong's eyelids twitched, and the voice seemed to rise from the bottom of her heart. The voice rang beside her ears, and his small hands were soft and chubby like a squirming bug.

"Mama!" — the son calling to him, one voice at a time.

Along the way, she had heard this voice many times in her hallucinations, but she didn't know if it was real or just a dream. She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too sleepy to open. She wanted to reach out her hand, but her hand was powerless. She couldn't hold her son, so she could only move it slightly, caress him, and caress him. Then, he smiled. In this moment of consolation, she even forgot her husband's death and where she was. She only knew of this soft person, only knew of this pair of soft hands, so gentle, so warm.

How good it was to be alive.

King Qin's eyes were burning with passion as he held onto the head of the Little Tiger tightly. He gently placed her hand over his son's hand and said, "Girl, your son is here. His son has been waiting for you to come back."

In a daze, she heard his voice, and felt so at peace with her son's soft hand. He was also grateful. Although he couldn't say it, he was grateful. He was also grateful all the way in a daze.

The Little Tiger was so frightened by the two injured hands that it kept backing up. Who is this woman? There were so many wounds on his face, his eyes were closed, and layers of cloth were wrapped around his body. Who is this? How could it be his mother? She was not his mother.

"Stinky kid, quickly call me mother, quickly …"

He pulled away from the hands, took a step back, and began to cry, "Mother..." No... "This isn't my mother …"

The King Qin was furious, "You heartless brat, even your own mother can't recognize you? "Let's see if laozi will spank your butt."

Hua Rong could not open his eyes, only tears could be seen from the corners of his eyes.

Little Tiger's head stood still timidly. In the end, it was mother and son's nature to do this. When he saw the tears flowing down her tightly shut eyes, he couldn't help but call out, "Mother, my mother …"

The two of them snuggled together. He reached out his hand timidly to stroke her face and the scars on her body. The child did not know the severity of the pain. He lightly pulled, touching the scar below the cloth strip, causing Hua Rong's nose to emit a low sound of pain.

"Lighter, don't hurt Mommy."

King Qin carried him and sighed. "Take Young Master out. From today onwards, you will have to bring him to the Madam three times a day to greet her and accompany her."

"Yes."

The house quieted down, Hua Rong's hands slowly moved, wanting to say something, her lips moved, but she could not. King Qin bent down and sat beside her, and asked gently: "Girl, don't worry about Tiger Head, I will take care of him."

"Qin Shangcheng, Qin Shangcheng..."

She opened her mouth, and then shut it with difficulty. I wanted to thank him, but I knew there was no need. She didn't need to thank him. In this world, the person he didn't need to thank the most was him, and he didn't need it either!