Pain, unbearable pain, it was a terrible violent feeling. Hua Rong's eyesight went dark and he could hardly breathe. All the strength in his body gathered on his mouth again, and he bit down again, hard...
There was a piece of bloody meat in his mouth, but he did not retreat. He seemed to be a puppet who didn't know the pain. His breathing became more and more rapid. Drops of sweat fell on their faces, burning, as if a hot rain suddenly fell from the sky. Yu was like a ferocious tiger, making its last struggle before death. His hands clamped on her waist, and with more force, she could even hear the sound of her ribs breaking...
However, the pain she expected never came. She hit a ball of cotton with all her strength. His hand softened and his body was shaking rapidly. She raised her head in fear and saw Jin Wushu's eyes turned into one. As red as a ferocious beast - his hands could hardly be restrained any longer, and his body was curling up slightly, like a huge python, starting to twist wildly.
She shouted in horror: "Jin Wushu, why are you so crazy?"
His hand completely let go, and she couldn't stand still and almost fell to the ground. Jin Wushu had completely fallen to the ground, tearing his hair violently. He could no longer see anyone in his eyes, only pain and boundless pain. Severe pain, the joints all over the body creaked, and the blue blood vessels seemed to suddenly become larger and thicker, trying to break through the shackles of the skin and rupture completely.
Hua Rong kept backing up, and then backing up, and he was almost back to the door. The soldiers outside the door were ordered by the fourth prince not to approach, and Zhahe was not there. There was no one around, except inside the house. Jin Wushu said something in his mouth The sound of "ho ho ho".
Hua Rong suddenly realized that he was suffering from a poisonous attack. Because of drinking and lust, this poisonous attack was more severe than ever before. He fell to the ground, desperately grabbing his hair, and his limbs were dancing wildly, like Like a madman.
Hua Rong turned aside and watched helplessly as he dropped everything within range: tea sets and tea cups to the ground, pinging, pinging, and shattering...
Lu Wenlong ran in and screamed in fright: "Daddy, daddy...Mom, daddy, what's wrong?" He was about to run to help daddy, but Hua Rong grabbed his hand: "Son, don't go over. "
He was in disbelief: "Mom, what's wrong with Dad?"
Hua Rong said calmly: "He is sick and will be fine soon."
"How could he be so sick? No, we have to help him and find a doctor for him."
"No one can cure this disease. We can only wait for him to get better slowly."
"When will it be better?"
"In a moment."
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Jin Wushu didn't seem to realize that someone was talking next to him. At this time, his hair was completely disheveled, and he was so powerful that even his flexible riding clothes were torn in pieces. And his pockets, It was still thrown at the door, where it was thrown when he came in. He couldn't see anyone in his eyes, he could only see things that could be smashed, and he was ready to rush over suddenly.
Hua Rong was shocked, but Lu Wenlong broke away from his mother's hand and rushed to help him: "Daddy, daddy, what's wrong with you?"
When he exerted force, Hua Rong screamed, and the child had been thrown out of the door like a sandbag. Hua Rong ran out and saw Lu Wenlong being thrown three feet away. Fortunately, it was grass, and he fell to the ground. He limped up again and cried, "What happened to Dad?"
Hua Rong didn't dare to let him take any more risks, and held his hand firmly, not allowing him to go in again. At this time, the soldiers had heard the sound and came up, and the leader asked in surprise: "Madam, what happened?"
She shook her head and said immediately: "Take the little prince to bed immediately."
"Is he the fourth prince?" The two soldiers heard the violent noise inside. When they wanted to see what happened, Hua Rong immediately shouted softly: "Quickly retreat, the fourth prince is fine."
Where are the two willing to leave? Hua Rong shouted: "Step back, the fourth prince is fine."
Seeing her fierce expression, the two of them did not dare to stay any longer. They took Lu Wenlong and left. However, Jin Wushu staggered out and shouted: "Stop, don't take my son away, stop..."
"Fourth Prince..." The soldiers returned immediately. They had long felt that something was wrong. They took out their weapons and rushed towards Hua Rong, thinking it was a murder.
Hua Rong, with his sharp eyesight and quick hands, unexpectedly slapped Jin Wushu on the chest and whispered: "Jin Wushu, do you want to expose your ugliness in front of the children?"
He clutched his chest, his hair like steel wire, stuck in Hua Rong's hand, staggering, and shouted at the surprised soldiers: "Get out, get away, all of you, get away from me..."
The tent door was closed, flickering candles, and smashed objects everywhere.
He collapsed on the ground, panting heavily. His body was scratched by some fragments of porcelain, bleeding, and he didn't know the pain. His mouth was wide open, like a poisonous snake that had shed its skin at a critical moment. He held his head high, with a terrifying ferocity in his eyes. Light.
"Hua Rong, give me the antidote, I want the antidote..." He stretched out his hand to grab her, but she was just outside the reach of his arms.
"Hua Rong, cruel woman, give me the antidote quickly..."
She stared at the outstretched naked arm. The thick blood vessels faintly showed a strange purple and cyan color, as if countless earthworms were wriggling inside.
"Hua Rong, give me the antidote quickly... Antidote, I want the antidote..."
She was very calm: "Wang Junhua is not dead, Qin Hui is not dead, and Zhao Deji is not dead either."
"What does Zhao Deji have to do with me?"
"Okay, Zhao Deji has my own idea. But Qin Hui, he hasn't arrived in Yanjing yet."
"How can it be that easy? He is the Prime Minister. How can the Prime Minister come to Yanjing so easily?"
"Song Huizong and his son may come, why can't Qin Hui come? Jin Wushu, you didn't try your best!"
He was in disbelief: "Do you think Qin Hui is a stupid dog? Hua Rong, you are a vicious woman..."
She suddenly stretched out her hand and flicked her fingers, and an unknown piece of something popped into his mouth, sealing the insult below him. The Adam's apple protruded, and the sound of the thing rolling down his stomach could be clearly heard. He shouted in a hissing voice: " What poison did you give me again?"
She said lightly: "Painkiller, a painkiller made from a special herbal medicine."
"Where did you come from?"
"It has nothing to do with you, it's not poison anyway."
He opened his mouth wide, and sure enough, the pain in his body was gradually weakening - it seemed like a numb feeling, anesthetizing the nerves, making his limbs weak, like a cramped mollusk.
Hua Rong walked around the debris on the ground, picked up a singlet, put it on, put it on and lay down.
Under the dim candlelight, Jin Wushu's eyes were like a kind of peculiar colored glass, moving from the surrounding objects to the naked eye, facing those eyes: What kind of eyes were they, with a faint smile and endless ridicule? It's like enjoying a farce.
Fourth Prince, that's all you have. I know, that's all you have, but nothing more.
In her eyes, her own pain is just a farce.
He wanted to jump up, go forward and dig out those eyes, but as soon as he moved, he felt pain, indescribable pain, all the energy in his body seemed to be exhausted, and his bones were broken, like a soft snake, only He could crawl but could not stand. He was suspicious that he would never stand up again.
She closed her eyes and reached out to extinguish the candle.
He hissed: "Hua Rong..."
Her voice was calm, as if she had just watched a good show: "Fourth Prince, it's getting late, why don't you go to bed?"
He struggled: "Hua Rong, you heartless woman..."
A pair of hands placed on his waist: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"
It was the voice of his son who was full of concern. He rushed in from the dark tent and used all his strength to help his father, full of anxiety. Jin Wushu met his eyes and suddenly burst into tears, infinitely aggrieved. Even though he had the power over the world , Even though he is prosperous and wealthy, besides this son and these supporting hands, what else does he have? He leaned on his son's young shoulders, like a scoundrel in the market: "Son, you are the only one in the world who is good to me, you are the only one..."
The child was stunned by his father's wails, which was more terrifying than seeing him smashing things in pain. He then looked at his mother, who was lying naked in her clothes, and murmured: "Mom, daddy..."
"Don't call her mother. She is not your mother. She is the most cruel woman in the world. She enjoys torturing me. I was tortured like this by her..."
Lu Wenlong looked at his mother in surprise. Under the candlelight, he couldn't see his mother's expression clearly. He only saw her long eyelashes motionless, as if she had fallen asleep. He was surprised that his mother could still fall asleep after witnessing his father's miserable scene. Mom , She shouldn't be like this, right? He couldn't help it anymore and shouted: "Mom..."
Hua Rong sat up and said calmly: "Son, you go down and sleep first."
"No!"
She was troubled by the stubbornness in the child's eyes, and suddenly remembered how her son had protected her when she was bound and imprisoned by Jin Wushu. After a while, she looked at Jin Wushu and said, "Fourth Prince, are you trying to show off in front of the child?" , Do you want to settle the score with me? "
Jin Wushu was shocked. He still leaned his head weakly against his son and held his son's hand tightly.
Lu Wenlong's eyes turned from his mother's face to his father again, extremely confused: "Dad, are you quarreling with your mother?"
He was exhausted and stared at the clothes on his son. Such a refreshing single shirt, which was the fashionable clothes of the Song Dynasty. Every stitch was the result of Hua Rong's hard work all night. My child, he loved this set of clothes so much, so Wear it even to bed? Even better than the set of hereditary crowns that crown one.
The crown is no match for this suit of clothes
His voice was very hoarse: "Son, you go down first. It's okay, Dad is okay. Someone, take the little prince down."
When Lu Wenlong refused to leave, Jin Wushu pointed at Hua Rong and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry, son, your mother will take care of me."
Lu Wenlong followed his direction and saw the strange expression on his mother's face, which seemed angry and sad, and even a torn sleeve of hers was exposed. He was already half a child, and he didn't understand what was going on. Is dad bullying mom or mom bullying dad? So confused: "Mom, will you take care of dad?"
Hua Rong nodded: "Son, you go and rest first."
Lu Wenlong was then led out by the soldiers.
The room was quiet again. All the dim candlelights were extinguished. Hua Rong sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the glass on the ceiling. The moonlight was shining from above, it was misty, everything was unreal.
"Fourth Prince, it's time for you to rest."
This voice was so gentle, not like an enemy, but full of concern. He was lying on the ground, his head leaning on the broken tea set, half on the left and right sides, as if he was wearing a set of heavy shackles. Inside the overturned lid of the box, there was a golden princess His robes, crowns of beads, and ribbons... surrounded him lonely.
"Hua Rong!"
She remained silent.