Now, the return of the Sixth Prince is related to the Wolf Lord's attitude towards Zong Han. It is also related to Jin Wushu's actions, so Jin Wushu has to wait patiently.
Wu Qimai and others retreated, and Jin Wushu saw Hua Rong still sitting opposite. He remembered that he had forgotten to avoid her just now, and she also knew the Jurchen language, and said angrily: "Hua Rong, you dare to eavesdrop on our secrets? "
"What kind of secret is this? Everyone knows that you and Zong Han are at odds."
He suddenly smiled mysteriously: "But there are some things you definitely don't know."
"whats the matter?"
He was about to answer when he suddenly heard Wu Qimai's voice: "Fourth Prince, what's bad, the eldest prince's residence was attacked by a sneak attack, and several members of the Song Dynasty's envoy ran away..."
"Ah? Who went to sneak attack?"
"The eldest prince suspects that you did it and said that he will report it to the Wolf Lord and punish you."
He was furious: "When did I go to attack him secretly?"
Hua Rong smiled faintly: "The eldest prince is using a bitter trick, Jin Wu Shu. You'd better be careful and don't become a scapegoat for him to start an army..."
These words simply added fuel to the fire, and Jin Wushu almost jumped up: "He is going to rebel, he is really blatantly rebelling. Wu Qimai, immediately send an order to Han Chang to get ready..."
"yes."
Jin Wushu immediately went out to arrange it, looking very mysterious, and did not come back until evening.
He saw Hua Rong still sitting there, as if she had never moved. He also sat down on the chair opposite and suddenly felt a little dizzy. In fact, he had felt a little uncomfortable since this morning.
Hua Rong saw him pressing his head as if he was in pain. She thought he was meditating, but after a while, his condition became worse and worse, and sweat slowly broke out on his forehead.
"Fourth Prince?"
"Hello, Jin Wushu?"
Seeing that his expression was getting more and more painful, she couldn't help but step forward. His body softened, and she reached out her hand, only to find that his forehead was hot and he had a high fever.
Zong Wang also had a fever first and died soon. Jin Wushu also had the same symptoms. In particular, there were scars on his face, which might be tetanus or the like.
She was shocked: "Jin Wushu, did you also take a bath with cold water after playing like the second prince did?"
"Um."
"Didn't I tell you not to wash? That kind of cold water..."
"I washed it the day before, but you didn't tell me yet... Yesterday, you told me, but I didn't wash it..."
"You barbarians know nothing and deserve to die..."
"What did you say?"
Hua Rong didn't care to argue with him. If Jin Wushu died like Zong Wang, he might not be able to return to the Song Dynasty. If he wanted to die, he would have to delay it.
When she thought about it, should she run away immediately or
In a blink of an eye, she saw Jin Wushu leaning on the chair with a look of pain on his face. She didn't think much about it and quickly called two maids to help Jin Wushu to his chest. Hua Rong immediately followed the instructions in her memory. I created a common sense medicine list, listed some home remedies that could be found immediately, and asked the maids to make some simple medicinal soups.
When the maids saw that she was the fourth prince's distinguished guest, they did not dare to disobey and immediately acted happily.
However, when the medicine list came down, the mansion did not prepare these simple herbs. In fact, there are many precious medicinal materials in Beishan Heishui, but it is a pity that these barbaric Jurchens do not know how to use them at all. They are still in the primitive stage and think that witchcraft is better than everything. If If the wizard cannot cure it, then it will be punished by the gods and the person deserves to die.
Although Jin Wushu admired the culture of the Central Plains, he could only scratch the surface. At heart, he was still a Jurchen aristocrat. He had not had the habit of taking medicine since he was a child. He lay down in a daze, but he was still awake in his heart. He saw Hua Rong constantly ordering medicinal materials. He said angrily: "Find the wizard..."
"You still remember the death of the second prince, right?"
He was shocked. The death of his second brother was still vivid in his mind. Fortunately, Hua Rong reminded him. At this time, he already trusted Hua Rong's judgment. Knowing that she had good intentions yesterday, he was even more afraid. If he was like Zong yesterday, Even if he looks normal, wouldn't he also be killed
She saw the look of fear in Jin Wushu's eyes, and suddenly realized that he was afraid of death!
Jin Wushu is also afraid of death!
The only thing in the world is death.
Heroes are like Jin Wushu, and once death comes, their expressions are like those of children.
In fact, his illness was not serious. It was probably caused by injuries on his face, unbridled exposure to water, tetanus, typhoid, and high fever. As long as he was treated with medication, he would not die.
Hua Rong saw that he was frightened and did not comfort him. He thought that this man was so arrogant, so it would be good to scare him.
"Hua Rong, will I die?"
"If you continue to be so arrogant, I might go see your second brother."
The high fever made people tired, and he resisted the urge to fall asleep. However, his eyes kept following Hua Rong's figure. When he saw that she was about to go out, he immediately said: "Don't go."
"You should rest first, take some sleep and then take the medicine. You will feel better tomorrow."
"What kind of medicine should you take? No, we never take medicine. Hua Rong, you want to harm me? You need a wizard, a wizard..."
Hua Rong sneered: "Do you think that if you find two witch doctors and dance a few times, you will be cured of your illness? Are you going to kill a dog and drip some dog blood on you to see if there are any demons and ghosts possessing you?" Hey, you were originally a monster too, maybe you showed up as a wild wolf or wild boar on the grassland... "
When Jin Wushu saw her unscrupulously making fun of the Jurchen's customs, he was furious: "Hua Rong, how dare you look down on my Dajin customs? What do you know about Southern Barbarians? Damn Song Zhu..."
"Since everything is good for you, the Jin Dynasty, why do you want to covet the Song Dynasty? Let me tell you, when the nobles of the Song Dynasty get sick, they are treated by doctors in groups. What about you Jin people? Barbarians, barbaric sacrifices, and sickness. You don’t even know how to heal, and you are still arrogant. Apart from fists, what else do you know? Don’t you claim to be familiar with the culture of the Southern Dynasties? Then do you know that one of our ancestors, Shennong, tasted hundreds of herbs just to heal the people? The disease is gone? It’s ridiculous that you Jin people and Jin Wushu, do you want to hire a dance master? If you want, I won’t make the medicine. I’ll see if they can solve your problem, or, you Want to follow your second brother? "
Jin Wushu was so angry that he couldn't say anything, but when he thought about his second brother's death, he was afraid that he would have the same problem as him. He was even more frightened, sweating profusely, and was actually afraid that she would stop looking for herbal medicine.
"Jin Wushu, don't you want to take the medicine? In that case, I won't bother..."
"you… !!!"
Hua Rong saw him staring at her with a fierce look in his eyes, half-smiling but not smiling: "I'm very curious, Jin Wushu, if you die, will your wives be inherited by Gu Shen? Or Zong Han?" Have you decided who will be buried?"
He was so angry that he wanted to jump up and strangle her neck. However, because the fever was getting worse and worse, and he was almost unconscious, how could he jump up
The medicine was quickly served and the flowers melted and receded.
Two maids went to feed him, but he hissed: "Hua Rong, feed me..."
"Dream! Am I the one who makes your bed and serves you tea and water?"
"Could it be that Yue Pengju is sick and you have the same attitude?"
"Yue Pengju is my husband, so I naturally have to serve him carefully. Who are you to me? What does your life and death have to do with me? Jin Wushu, you overestimate yourself..."
"Hua Rong, I can't forgive you... you are a heartless evil woman..."
As he screamed, Hua Rong had already walked out, walked to the door, and laughed again: "Jin Wushu, if you want to get angry, you'd better get better first. A sick cat can't be so crazy..."
Jin Wushu was so angry that he grabbed the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp, not caring that it had cooled down. He said angrily: "One more bowl."
The maid quickly brought another bowl. He drank it again and became dizzy. He fell on the pillow and fell asleep.
When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day.
He touched his head. Although it was still hot, it was already much better and his mind was somewhat clearer. He sat up and shouted: "Hua Rong..."
When the maid waiting on the side saw him waking up, she called out to Hua Rong and immediately said, "Fourth Prince, Miss Hua Rong is out."
"What is she going out for?"
"No one knows the medicinal materials she wants, so she can only find them herself..."
Jin Wushu said angrily: "Where can she find her?"
"On the mountain outside, there are two guards following her."
The maid cautiously said, "In the morning, the housekeeper went to invite a wizard, but she drove him away, saying that the wizard was useless..."
Jin Wushu was already feeling better at this time, and he believed in Hua Rong's treatment seven or eight times, and no longer cared about the wizard's matters. But when he heard that Hua Rong was looking for herbs to save himself, he was really carried away and got out of bed and walked away. Circle and laugh.
Just when he was feeling proud, he suddenly heard footsteps at the door. It was Hua Rong who had returned and was giving instructions to the people who were making the medicine outside. He was cunning and cunning, knowing that if he was "well", Hua Rong would immediately ignore him and go barefoot. He lay back down again and pulled the quilt over him, looking miserable.
Hua Rong has already come in: "Fourth Prince, are you feeling better?"
He looked increasingly miserable.
Hua Rong walked in: "Hey, Jin Wushu..."
Hua Rong saw that his face was still full of pain and reached out to touch his forehead. It was obvious that he wasn't feeling hot anymore? Look at the corners of his mouth again, they are twitching as if they are trembling.
What's wrong with this guy? Could there be such a strange disease
She suddenly shouted and lifted the quilt off his body: "Jin Wushu, are you just faking it?"
Jin Wushu stood up, and his original chuckle turned into anger: "Evil woman, you really don't look like a woman..."
It's really just an act.
Hua Rong took a step back, sat aside, and said coldly: "You don't have to pretend anymore. If you have a little cold, drink three bowls of herbal medicine later. I guarantee you won't die."
Jin Wushu was sitting on the edge of the bed. At this moment, he suddenly felt a little sad: "Hua Rong, do you think my second brother will not die if he gets this kind of treatment?"
"How do I know? I didn't see your second brother's condition." Zong Wang was relatively well-off among the few, but he died too quickly. Hua Rong was very depressed and couldn't help but say: "Why not?" Where is Zong Han dead?"
When Jin Wushu saw that she was worried, he said, "Hua Rong, if you save my life, I will pay you back with the lives of Zhang Xian and Zhang Xian."
She was full of hope: "Where is Queen Mother Wei? Can she also go back to Song with me?"
He suddenly got out of bed and came to her side.
"Hua Rong, if you are willing to stay, I promise to mediate the release of Queen Mother Wei."
"Hahaha."
"why are you laughing?"
"Laughing at your dreams."
Jin Wushu glared at her, turned around and went back to lie on the bed. For the first time, he acted like a patient and refused to speak. After a while, he fell asleep again.