Hua Rong took the dry food and didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he chewed it loudly. Yes, he must maintain the best energy and the most abundant physical strength. Waiting for King Qin to wake up.
In the temporary tent, Hua Rong stayed beside King Qin, her eyelids too tired to open. She just held his hand tightly and fell asleep until midnight without realizing it. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the moonlight all over the place.
The moonlight shines through the treetops and casts down from the top of the simple tent. The tent is green, the moonlight is also green, and only the shadow is white.
Hua Rong put her hand on King Qin's nose almost out of habit, testing his breathing, and then moved down to his lips. Due to the coma for days, his lips were already dry and cracked, and she would do it every day I put water on his lips to moisturize him. However, he never woke up.
It's not that she's not desperate, nor that she's not afraid, but she never allows herself to be discouraged. Once she is discouraged, maybe he will be discouraged. She smiled slightly: "Qin Shangcheng, if you don't wake up, you won't have a chance to get married. You're not Do you really want to get married? "
He remained motionless.
"Qin Shangcheng, let me tell you a secret..." Her voice was low, lying in his ear, so that only he could hear it, "If you wake up, I will like you... If you don't wake up... Ha, I will never like you again..."
He still had his eyes closed.
"Hey, are you afraid that I'll run away when you wake up like I did last time? Don't worry, I'll never leave again. As long as you wake up, I'll never leave again. Wake up quickly... "
She sighed slightly, just like when he was in crisis, he was so powerful when he finally exploded, isn't it good? It's great to be like the most powerful lion king, fighting for his own territory, his own honor, and even his own woman. Now it's time to show off the courage he had before and defeat the God of Death.
The moonlight shines on her face, automatically wiping away the dust and blood stains all over her face, like a light layer of powder, like the most ingenious and kind makeup. It makes her look so soft, and her heart is so soft. .At this time, it was peaceful, as peaceful as it had ever been.
Lu Wenlong was sitting quietly outside the tent, hugging his knees and not letting anyone approach.
The night dew is deep.
A piece of clothing was draped over his shoulders, maybe just a tattered felt. He didn't struggle and let the warm hands rest on his shoulders.
Also handed over was a small bamboo tube of clean water. Clean water was scarce, so Liu Wu gave it to her specially, but she didn't drink it, so she kept it for him.
He took the water and moistened it in his mouth, just a few sips. However, her dry lips did not even have this. His body shivering in the night wind finally felt a touch of warmth, which he had long been accustomed to. The feeling of being pampered and cared for.
Who else would treat me like this except my mother
He finally reached out and took her hand.
She didn't say anything more, just stayed with him quietly. He was still a child, how could he bear the sudden changes overnight!
Just ask for time, time is the best and most merciful God, it will automatically soothe and dilute all wounds.
After a long time, he finally said: "Mom, will the big bad guy die?"
She was startled for a moment. This child had a kind nature after all. He was worried about King Qin. She suddenly felt infinitely comforted.
Seeing her silence, Lu Wenlong was slightly flustered: "Mom, is he the big bad guy?"
She shook her head decisively: "No, he won't die."
He felt slightly happy, the kind of joy that belongs to a child: "Why?"
"Because he's a bad guy!"
In this world, good people generally don't live long, but bad people always die. Because bad people always do evil things, even the God of Death and the King of Hell are afraid of them. In fact, the King of Hell and the God of Death are also cowards, and they also follow the crowd. For example, Zhao Deji, Qin Hui, Jin Wushu, they are so bad, they are not dead yet. Think about King Qin, he did many evil things in his early years, and he is not inferior to the above-mentioned people in the slightest, how bad he is!
How could he die if he was so bad
He is not a good person.
Another dusk.
Liu Wu had already broken the entire team into pieces. The largest group took a detour and became refugees fleeing the famine. It was led by a pirate who had been following him for many years and headed to the sea first. The other group was responsible for guarding this group. Special "armor". Liu Wu himself only led a small team of more than 200 people, lightly equipped and simply riding, to prepare for business travelers.
As long as we go a hundred miles further, we should be able to meet Liu Zhiyong.
The doctor was detained here and treated day and night. In addition to King Qin, there were other wounded people, and all kinds of wound medicine were used up.
King Qin turned to a high fever, which was due to the worsening of the wound. Everyone was helpless, and the doctor was even more frightened. According to his experience in the bandit den, if the leader died, he might not be able to survive. He looked at it from time to time The one-eyed dragon wearing an eyepatch looked at the white-haired woman from time to time, trying to compare these two weird people to see which one was the good one.
His conclusion was to choose Huarong.
Because there was nothing scary about that woman except her hair and bloody face.
That night, a small team looking for water came back and brought some water.
The wet handkerchief was constantly rotated on King Qin's head, but to no avail. His whole body was burning hot, as if he was about to catch fire. Hua Rong had changed it dozens of times, and even the doctor was about to fall asleep, and was woken up again, nagging. Nao, trembling: "This uncle's injury... I'm afraid, I'm afraid... If the fever doesn't go away... I'm afraid, I'm afraid... "
He only dared to say the word "just afraid".
Hua Rong also lost all his calmness. He couldn't go on even if he was deceiving himself. King Qin was in critical condition. If the fever continued to persist, he would be finished. His mind went blank. What should he do if he was finished? Woolen cloth? After a long time, she picked up the handkerchief, suddenly covered King Qin's head and face, and said viciously: "Since you tortured me before, I will torture you too..."
The doctor was puzzled.
"Come here, find me some old ginger and some roots..."
Everyone looked at each other, it wasn't to ward off the cold, so what did you need Old Jiang for
Everyone quickly searched and found that it was a jar brought out from the bandit's den, which contained some strange condiments and an old ginger. Hua Rong also took some fresh roots that the soldiers had just returned from searching. Hua Rong Look at the so-called "old ginger". It is a completely wrinkled thing. In normal times, this is a very common thing, but now it is difficult to find. She even suspected that it was not old ginger at all. However, there was no other choice. , I had no choice but to take all these things and put them all in the marching pot to boil them.
When it was boiling, I remembered something, cut off a strand of white hair, lit it in the fire, raised my hand, and all the strands of hair turned into powder, mixed in the pot, giving off a strange smell. A large bowl of black The thing slowly cooled down, and it gave off a disgusting fishy smell. It was no longer ginger soup, but a strange thing.
The doctor saw her carrying it towards King Qin. There was no basis or reason for this medicine. It was all a random combination. Treating a dead horse as a living horse? Is this possible? Will I die immediately if I take it? He became frightened and stepped back step by step: "Madam, madam... I can't take this medicine..."
"Why can't you accept it?"
"Madam, this is your decision, don't blame me..."
She said calmly: "Go out. No matter whether he is dead or alive, your life is your own. You don't need to be afraid."
The doctor breathed a sigh of relief and realized for the first time that this group of people was not the Jin army, nor bandits, nor officers and soldiers. He didn't know what they were. He walked out slowly.
When he arrived at the door, Hua Rong suddenly said, "Sir, please try your best to treat the other brothers. We still have many wounded here, and they are all counting on you."
The doctor looked troubled, he had planned to take the opportunity to run away.
Hua Rong took out another ingot of silver and said, "As long as you do your best, we will thank you. Please rest assured that you are absolutely safe here and don't have to worry about anything. Come, send the doctor out and arrange your food and daily life well. There must be no disrespect in any way.”
"yes."
The doctor took the money, stood for a moment, and then went out silently. He was also very curious and worried, and wanted to stay to see what this woman wanted to do. However, he found that it was wrong to stay, so he had to go out slowly. .
Lu Wenlong was also standing at the door, also full of curiosity. But Hua Rong waved his hand and said softly: "Son, come here and help me."
He came over, followed his mother's instructions, and helped King Qin up. King Qin's body was still heavy, and even though he was strong, he still felt strenuous. He asked, "Mom, do you want to give me medicine?"
"Um."
The bowl was placed next to his mouth. He still closed his eyes tightly, showing no sign of waking up. Hua Rong smiled slightly and stared at his dry lips. Thinking about how cruel this man was back then, he was so bad. He's good, he's terrible, and now, how did the tiger turn into a sick cat? Why don't you look awesome
She pinched King Qin's nose and opened his mouth. There was only a rumbling sound, and a large bowl of concoction was forcefully poured down. Lu Wenlong exclaimed: "Mom, is this okay?"
"Why not? This is how you have to deal with a big bad guy like him!"
Then there was another bowl, two bowls... After five big bowls in a row, even the buffalo was full. It was even obvious that King Qin's belly was bulging.
Lu Wenlong was a little worried. If he continued to drink more, would this big bad guy be afraid that he would die? "Mom, don't you need to drink it again?"
"Well, I won't do it now. We'll do it again at night."
Then, the two of them worked hard to lay King Qin down and lay down again.
Lu Wenlong suddenly remembered that when he was a child, he saw some herdsmen treating their cattle. This was a scene like this.
"Mom, this is how healing cows heal."
Hua Rong remembered that when he was sick on the island, he was always forced to drink a lot of ginger soup by the King of Qin. He couldn't help it anymore and burst into laughter. It was polite to call him a cow!
"Yes, this is how the reckless bull must be treated."
Lu Wenlong also laughed. This was the first time he had laughed in these days. The young man's brows finally relaxed, and he turned his head to look at the person who was raping him from time to time. He didn't know why he was worried about the safety of this big bad guy.