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King Qin laughed: "Stinky kid, what do you know? "Quick, give it to Mommy to eat."

"No, Mommy won't eat it. It stinks, stinks …"

King Qin picked up a handful of fat oysters, and was about to give it to Hua Rong, but then he saw that on top of the huge rock, she was sitting down. His vision was a bit blurry, just like that fearful little girl from more than ten years ago.He was hidden in the crevices of a large stone, his entire body covered with wounds. She was almost drowned by the sea water and lost her life. Many years had passed and she had always been injured. What he had given her, was the pursuit of the Golden Army in flight, and Zhao Deji in pursuit … A woman that had experienced so much life and death, how pitiful was her life? How could he bear to let her suffer even a little bit more? No more!

Hua Rong turned her head slightly, and saw King Qin's smiling face: "Girl, try it, this is an oyster, have you eaten it before?" She took it and tasted it. Like her son, she was not used to this smell.

"If you don't like it, then forget it. There's something else in the kitchen tonight."

Hua Rong stared at him. King Qin, is the person in front of him a former demon? For almost a year, he had been busy every day with his eating something good, recovering quickly, using the best medicine, not leaving any scars, healing his limp … The ferocity of the past had been completely consumed by these trivial matters. It was as if he had become the most patient man in the world. Time passed. Did he owe him, or did he owe his?

King Qin did not know what she was thinking about, but he carefully observed her face and exposed calves and arms. Under the meticulous care of the two teachers, all the birds and beasts on the island, all the ginseng and precious herbs that they had stored in the past, were used on her, completely healing her wounds, and his body also seemed to have been reconstituted. Her face was shining with a new light, sparkling and translucent like jade, and his haggard, dead, and all traces of pain had disappeared.

It was a great sense of accomplishment, more satisfying than being an emperor. His gaze fell on the leg that was rolled up and his throat tightened as his body suddenly became hot and dry. This calf was no longer the sparkling and translucent white that it used to be. Instead, it had turned a wheat like color, firm and slender. Under the sunlight, it revealed a strong temptation. He couldn't help but walk over and grab the calf. With a strange voice, he said, "Little girl, little girl …"

Hua Rong was suddenly caught off guard. Her body leaned slightly forward and she was already in his embrace. He held her up, lowered her head, and uncontrollably kissed the red lips that she had been yearning for a long time.

For a moment, Hua Rong was completely unable to catch her breath, her body was limp, she did not know how to resist, nor did she know how to struggle, she only allowed him to do as she pleased, as if she was the fate of her entire life.

However, such a violent kiss quickly softened his hand. Slowly, he relaxed his grip and gently kneaded his beautiful leg, gently yet cherishingly. He was unable to catch his breath, "Girl …" "I really like you …"

She closed her eyes. This "I like you" completely touched the softest pain in her heart. It had been so many years. Was it easy for him? Love, who can say that this is not the deepest love?

King Qin raised his head and looked at the pair of foggy eyes. The heat from his entire body completely spread out as he hugged her and was about to turn around, when the Little Tiger ran over holding its head full of sea prawns. As it ran, it shouted, "Abba! Hugging... "I want to hug him too …"

King Qin reached out his hands and hugged him again. With his long arms, he carried the two of them and walked into the forest.

The flat stone slab was the same as before, the wind blew and the sun blew, the years in the forest did not move at all. The stone tablets were covered with high quality Stationery, wolf cub, and high quality Xuan Yan's ink.

A golden tiger skin was tied around the waist of the Little Tiger's head, and it was holding a large wooden sword. A child's most mimic ability. He liked the look of the Abba, so Mother Yang also made a tiger skin waist, her entire body was suntanned, and she revealed her Little Tiger teeth with a smile.

King Qin sat down on a stone block and started to grind the ink. The Little Tiger head ran over and chattered: "I want to grind, Abba, let me grind …"

"Don't make a fuss, wait for your father to finish grinding, your mother will write easily."

"What did Mom write?"

"Write your name, write my name …"

"Alright …"

Hua Rong stood at the side, holding onto a strand of wolf hair. It had been a whole year, and she had never mentioned the brush again. She was clearly relaxed, but her hands had actually forgotten how to move, almost forgetting how to write.

The wind made the Stationery rustle, she stood there for a while, sighing. Just as the wind was about to blow the paper away, the King Qin was quick to grab the paperweight and hold it tight.

"Mom, quick, write my name …"

The Little Tiger's head was on the large stone and its face was covered with a drop of ink. When his hand touched its mother's body, the green Skirt's head was immediately covered with a ball of ink.

"Alright, Mom will write it for you."

Hua Rong took up her brush and wrote a line of "Little Tiger Yue".

The Little Tiger threw itself at Yun Che with a smile, as if it wanted to kiss its name. King Qin laughed out loud, "Stinky kid, when you're done, you need to dry …"

"No, mother, you write, you write again …"

Hua Rong raised her brush and continued, "Little Tiger Yue …"

"Little Tiger head …"

Beautiful Stationery were hanging on the clearing in the forest. As the wind blew, paper flew everywhere and the Little Tiger's head was giggling as it chased after: "Mom … Running away... My name is gone … "

He held one and the other ran away, laughing and running. King Qin laughed and helped him grab the paper, teaching him: "Foolish brat, if you want to do this, use a small stone to press it down... "Yes, that's right. Every single one of them is pressed down …"

As he imitated, he pressed down his name one by one. Seeing that the paper was no longer running away, he smiled and pulled King Qin's hand. "Abba, your name hasn't been written down yet …"

"Mom won't write for me."

"Your mother will write. Mother will write."

King Qin said with a bitter face: "My mother, Mother Yang, doesn't know how to write. "What should we do?"

The Little Tiger pulled King Qin over to his side, blinking its eyes, "Mommy, the Abba's name hasn't been written down yet, why didn't you write it for Abba?"

Hua Rong laughed, holding the brush, she raised her head and looked at King Qin.

The sunset shone through the gaps of the trees, and the King Qin looked at her absent-mindedly as she reminisced. A young lady wearing a light green robe, holding onto a strand of wolf hair, wrote down her name one by one.

"Qin Shangcheng... Qin Shangcheng... " Because of this, he had been possessed for half his life.

He only stared at her eyes, which were not so black anymore, but were filled with the vicissitudes of life. However, the eyes were still so bright and large, and because of nourishment and recuperation, even the thin wrinkles on her eyelids had disappeared.

He muttered to himself, "Girl, girl, you're tired. Don't write anymore. We can write more tomorrow …"

She shook her head, smiled sweetly, and slowly bent down to write.

When the three words "Qin Shangcheng" appeared before his eyes, a thin piece of paper weighed as much as a thousand kilograms. King Qin stretched out his hand as if he could not hold it back. After a long while, when the ink was almost dry, he took it and carefully studied it, gently folding it and putting it away in his bosom. He laughed: "Little girl, thank you."

She was going to say this to him, but he said it first. Hua Rong smiled and put down the Wolf's Bristles. The Little Tiger ran over and took the pen: "Mom, I want to write, I want to write too …"

"Hmm, it's time for the Little Tiger to write."

When they were on the island, Third Uncle Yang had slightly taught the Little Tiger the first few words. In this past year, Hua Rong had been in the sickbed and had never taken care of his son. She corrected her son's posture as he held the brush, and sighed lightly: "Head of the Little Tiger, if you like to learn then learn, if you don't then forget it. "In this world, one doesn't need much knowledge. It's fine if one can read …" She didn't know if she was talking to herself or to her son. What did he mean by 'home country', 'the worries of the world', even if it was filled with poems and books, even if it was a martial arts and literature, what could he do about it? It would be better to be a carefree savage on this island, isolated from the world and much happier.

The Little Tiger's head didn't even hear what its mother was saying. It only used its brush to write a few words that it recognized slightly, "Yue Yang … "The Little Tiger Yue …" Other than his own name, he would never write anything else.

King Qin had been watching him write. He suddenly raised his head and smiled mysteriously: "Abba, can I write your name?"

"Haha, good! Good boy, you can write my name?"

"Yes. "Look …" He held the pen and slanted the word "Qin". There were many strokes in the last two words, so he couldn't write anymore. He was sweating profusely from anxiety. King Qin took a look and saw that this was not his name, but a pile of grass. He slapped the little idiot on his butt, "Silly boy, you can't even write this …"

The Little Tiger was about to cry. King Qin held him tightly: "My good son, look at me, this daddy will write it for you …"

"Abba, you can write too?"

The Little Tiger looked at Abba in shock. Although the position of the King Qin was extremely strange, he actually wrote a few big words: "Yue Little Tiger", "Qin Shangcheng". The two names were side by side.

Hua Rong turned her head, but upon seeing the words that he had written, she was shocked. When did this person learn how to write? It was truly three days of friendship between a man and a woman, and they had a whole new level of respect for each other. Only then did she remember that it was not three days, but more than ten years, countless days. So it turned out that she had always lacked an understanding towards the King Qin.

They only enjoyed his good points and forgot to pay attention to him.

King Qin looked up at her, his face full of smiles.

Hua Rong

The way he held the pen was strange, as if he were holding a knife, and it was difficult to write, but the two words were very clear, much more precise than the first two names, and I could tell that he had written them more than once.

silently reached out his hand to help him grind the ink, just like how he had done with himself. Then, he took the paper to hang it properly.

King Qin felt embarrassed and reached out his hand to tear the paper away. "Girl, I, the Glyph Devils, threw it away …"

She put the paper away and said quietly, "It's fine, I like it."

King Qin scratched his head, overjoyed. He patted his son's head and said, "Son, it's time to go home and eat dinner."

"Yeah."

Hua Rong stood at the side and looked at him silently, looking at the heartfelt love he had for the Little Tiger. Therefore, she didn't thank him because there was no need.