Normally, Wang Junhua would be no match for her, but at this moment, she was injured, hungry and cold, her whole body was weak, her hands and feet were numb. Wang Junhua stabbed her again with a knife, but she couldn't dodge it, but she stretched out her hand and clamped the dagger with all her strength. With so much strength, the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.
Wang Junhua was shocked and did not dare to push in any further, so he only retreated towards the door step by step.
Hua Rong used the dim light of the lantern to take a closer look at the man in black. He wore a huge bamboo hat on his head and had a bloated figure. Moreover, he never said a word. But as soon as they met, he immediately knew that he was a woman. .
But, is this the woman who wants to kill herself
She shouted: "Who are you?"
The black shadow had retreated to the door, breathing heavily.
Hua Rong took advantage of this moment and ran out immediately. Wang Junhua suddenly woke up and immediately closed the door.
After all, Hua Rong was too seriously injured and could no longer hold on. He could only watch her close the door and leave.
As soon as he went out, he saw the maid coming with food, which was brought to Hua Rong. Wang Junhua shouted: "Stop."
The maid stopped and asked, "What is the envoy's order?"
"But delivering meals to prisoners?"
"Exactly."
Wang Junhua took a look and saw some delicious side dishes in the food box inside. He was furious and slapped her face: "Idiot, how can a prisoner eat such food?"
The maid covered her face and started crying, sobbing and saying, "I just sent you here according to the order. I have nothing to do with you."
After stamping in a mess, she stopped, sneered, and ordered the maid: "Pick it up."
The maid didn't dare to disobey, she squatted down, picked up the trampled food from the snow and put it in the food box.
"yes."
"Kick her a few times."
The maid looked troubled: "This..."
Wang Junhua's sharp five fingers pinched her face, and with a strong force, she immediately screamed in pain and said hurriedly: "I obey my order, I obey your order..."
The door opens again.
This time, Hua Rong was alert and leaned against the wall, glaring at the people who came in.
She was just a rough servant maid, with thick eyebrows, tall and strong body, and average appearance. She was not masked. She came in and said: "Eat."
Hua Rong struggled and saw her put down the food box, then stepped back and held the door.
Hua Rong was extremely hungry. When he picked up the food box, he saw that the food in the bowl was blurry and was completely mixed with mud and snow, making him unable to swallow it at all.
Wang Junhua was hiding at the door like a ghost. When he saw Hua Rong's angry, angry and disappointed look, he couldn't help it anymore and chuckled in his heart, and then he twisted his body proudly and took a few steps back.
Hua Rong threw the bowl to the ground: "Who are you? Where is my son?"
The maid said nothing.
She hissed: "Where is my son?"
Hua Rong gritted his teeth, groaned, and fell to the ground. The maid turned around and closed the door. There was only a sound, the key fell, and the cell door closed again.
Hua Rong's lips almost bled from biting them, and she didn't know whether she fell into the hands of Miao Liu or someone else. What her fate would be, I really didn't dare to imagine.
Wang Junhua was overjoyed when he heard the scream coming from the room. When he saw the maid coming out, he whispered: "Every time I deliver food, it's like this..."
She took out a piece of silver, and the maid hurriedly took it: "I will definitely act according to your orders."
"Okay, go down and don't mention it to anyone."
"yes."
Wang Junhua walked forward slowly and passed through the courtyard. In the courtyard in front, there was a tangy fragrance of plum blossoms. It turned out that the garden was filled with wintersweet flowers in full bloom.
She folded a plum branch and put it on the end of her nose, and then walked gracefully towards the thermal pavilion in front.
This is a warm pavilion made of an all-wooden house, even for a wealthy family in the southeast. The house is covered with a large carpet, and the built-in fireplace is burned with smokeless high-quality coal specially designed for princes and nobles. , there is no smoke at all, but the room is as warm as spring.
The bed in the room is exquisite, and is definitely not comparable to the earthen bed in the bitter cold of the Northeast. At this time, in the large Jun kiln vase in the corner, there is a large bunch of wintersweet, the fragrance is lingering, refreshing. There are several dishes of winter seasonal dishes on the table. Cured meats, some fresh vegetables that are only available in the winter in the south, frozen deer pear pulp, ice-cracked official kiln porcelain cups filled with fragrant wine.
The large grand master's chair was covered with thick white velvet silk fabric. When one sat in it, it was soft and warm. He held the wine cup and looked at the carpet with great joy, where a child with pink makeup and beautiful jade was chasing the colored glass. Beads, playing with marbles, crawled around excitedly.
The child was tired from playing, and the room was warm. After a while, there were beads of sweat on his forehead. He turned over and ran over, waving his chubby arms and legs: "Daddy, daddy, where is mom... Where is mom?" ?”
He hugged his son, smiled and took out three rattles and a bunch of candied haws: "Son, what do you think these are?"
The child's attention was immediately attracted. He took the candied haws and took a bite. His eyes were bright, but he asked again: "Where is mom? I want mom..."
"Son, what do you think this is?" He took out another exquisite thing made of gold. It was a monster with the head of a bull and the body of a unicorn. When the button was pressed, it would moo. The child was attracted by this novel thing and immediately He climbed down from his father's lap with the toys and sat on the carpet to play.
After all, he was a child. He was tired from playing and couldn't even open his eyes. He just murmured: "Where is my mother?" and was carried into the room by a maid next to him to sleep.
As soon as the child left, Wang Junhua twisted his body and came in from the door.
At this time, she had already removed the thick camouflaging black robe on her body, as well as the round iron ring hidden inside to hold up the skirt and change her walking posture in order to change her figure. She took off her fine white mink fur coat, like this The good fur fur was brought back from the Jin Kingdom. She took it off casually and put it aside. Inside was a water-red narrow-waist skirt with a layer of finely crafted patterns, and her towering breasts could be seen underneath.
Seeing flowers in the mist is just a layer away. The young master likes the youthful body, but a woman who still has charm naturally has a charm that a girl can't match. These days, she thinks she knows the young master very well, and walks over with a charming smile, next to him, Pour him a glass of wine, put it to his mouth, drink a glass yourself, and a peach blossom immediately appears on your face.
Her hands touched his chest, every inch of her was inviting and full of charm. She guided his hands to touch her towering chest, and her voice was surprisingly charming: "Young Master..."
He hugged this body that he was familiar with and disgusted with. There were countless beauties in the Southern Dynasties. In comparison, this body no longer had the temptation of the past. At this time, he was also a little drunk and asked: " Why are you here again?"
"Yesterday, the imperial censor sent a message to Lao Gou to return to his post, saying that there are still rewards from the court..." She smiled charmingly and hugged his neck, "Thank you for your superior chess and your clever arrangements."
He laughed heartily: "That's very good. If everything goes as planned, you can become the prime minister's wife soon..."
She knew that every step of the Young Master was taken care of, and besides Qin Hui, there must be someone with Jin's eyes and ears in the court. Although she didn't know who it was, she was even more devoted to the Young Master.
She smiled coquettishly and was a little confused: "Is it true?"
"Naturally, Zhai Ruwen will be dismissed soon."
"Why?"
He just smiled and didn't answer: "You can just be your prime minister's wife."
Wang Junhua wisely stopped questioning and lowered her head, only to see him sitting barefoot, like a scholar. She knew that this was one of the young master's habits. In the Southern Dynasties, the climate was warm, and he liked it like this, relaxing body and mind at will.
He sat on the ground, spread it out on the small table next to him, and picked up a roll of paper. The handwriting on the paper was that of a child. He was very happy to see it: "My son's calligraphy has made great progress."
Wang Junhua immediately complimented: "The young master has inherited the wisdom of the young master, so he is naturally smarter than others."
He was very happy. He picked up the pen and marked the words written by his son with his eyebrows. While writing, he shook his toes. Wang Junhua suddenly did something he had never done before, leaning down.
He was surprised, but she smiled charmingly: "I will help you relieve the itching."
The toes were lightly touched by her tongue, which felt very comfortable. After a while, he smiled and said, "Okay, I will set off to go back soon. What reward do you want? For the sake of your service, everything is up to you." "
She then sat up, still lying on his lap like a cat, her eyes as charming as silk: "I don't want any reward, I just ask that I can take care of my little master when my master is away."
"this… "
"If you don't have a biological son, you must serve him as if you were your biological son. You will never have any second thoughts."
He still shook his head.
She tried to ask: "Do you want to take the little master back?"
Seeing him thinking deeply, Wang Junhua could no longer hold back: "No matter how you arrange it, Master, I just hope that your little master will not be left in Hua Rong's hands again."
His expression changed.
"Young master captured Hua Rong and neither killed nor released her. What does that mean?"
He narrowed his eyes: "Are you going to see Hua Rong again?"
She breathed rapidly and made no sound.
"I warned you long ago not to expose your identity. Hua Rong is not Wanwan, she is very shrewd. If your identity is discovered..." His tone gradually became stern.
Strong jealousy, the jealousy of a woman, almost broke all reason. She hugged his legs and whispered: "So what if you find out? Wanwan doesn't dare to kill. Doesn't it mean that she, Hua Rong, doesn't dare to kill? The only option is to kill." With this woman, we can get rid of the serious troubles in our heart..."
"You don't need to talk about my business!"
Her voice was a little louder: "Don't you know that the young master has selfish motives? Just because you are infatuated with her..."
His face was extremely gloomy: "Wang Junhua, don't forget your identity!"