C454 toxicosis

Pain, an unbearable pain. It was a kind of terrifying and violent feeling, Hua Rong's vision went black, and she almost couldn't breathe. All of the strength in her body was concentrated in her mouth, she bit down once again, and fiercely bit down …

His breathing became faster and faster, and droplets of sweat began to fall on their faces. It was as if hot rain had suddenly rained down on them from the sky, as if they were ferocious tigers struggling before their deaths. With his hand on her waist, she could even hear the sound of her ribs breaking …

However, the pain she had imagined didn't come. She used all her strength and hit him like he was a ball of cotton. His hands became soft and his body started to tremble violently. She looked up in fear only to see Jin Wushu's eyes turn into a beast's red color. His hands could no longer hold her back and his body was also curling up slightly, like a huge python, beginning to twist crazily.

She cried out in shock, "Jin Wushu, why are you this crazy now?"

His grip was so loose that she could barely stand and almost fell to the ground. Jin Wushu had already fallen to the ground and was desperately tearing at his own hair, not seeing anyone in his eyes. There was only pain, boundless and intense pain, all the joints in his body creaking and creaking, and the green veins in his body seemed to suddenly become bigger and thicker, as if they were about to break through the shackles of the skin.

Hua Rong kept retreating. If she kept retreating, she would already be at the door. The personal guards outside the door were ordered by the Fourth Prince to not go near, and Zha He was not there either. There was no one around, only the "hehehe" sound that came from Jin Wushu's mouth could be heard within the house.

Hua Rong suddenly understood that he was poisoned. Because of the alcohol and her desire, the poison this time was more intense than ever before. He fell to the ground, desperately grabbing at her hair, her limbs dancing wildly like a mad demon.

Hua Rong turned to the side and watched as everything in his range fell to the ground: tea set, teacups, everything shattered into pieces …

Lu Wenlong ran in and screamed in fear, "Abba, Abba … Mother, what happened to Abba? " Just as he was about to run over to help Abba, Hua Rong held his hand. "Son, don't go over."

He found it hard to believe, "Mother, what happened to Abba?"

Hua Rong said calmly: "He's sick, he will recover soon."

"How can he be this sick? "No, we have to help him up and find a doctor for him."

"No one can save him from this disease. I can only wait for him to slowly recover."

"When will it be ready?"

"A moment."

Jin Wushu seemed to not realize at all that someone was talking at his side. At this time, his hair was completely disheveled, and his strength was extraordinary, even his flexible riding clothes were torn to shreds. As for his Hook, it was still left at the door, left there when he came in. He couldn't see anyone. He could only see things that could be smashed apart. He wanted to jump up and rush over.

Hua Rong was shocked, but Lu Wenlong actually managed to struggle free from his mother's hand and rushed forward to help her: "Abba, Abba, what happened to you?"

When he used a bit of strength, Hua Rong cried out in alarm, and the child was thrown outside the door like a sandbag. Hua Rong ran out and saw that Lu Wenlong had been thrown over ten meters away. Fortunately it was the grass, he fell to the ground and hobbled back up, crying as he cried, "What happened to Abba?"

Hua Rong did not dare let him take the risk again. At this moment, the janissaries' guard had already heard the noise. The leader asked in bewilderment, "Madam, what happened?"

She shook her head and immediately said: "Immediately bring little prince to bed."

"Fourth Prince, he …?" The two guards heard the sound coming from inside, and when they saw what was going on, Hua Rong immediately shouted: "Quickly retreat, Fourth Prince is fine."

How could the two be willing to leave? Hua Rong shouted, "Step down, Fourth Prince is fine."

Seeing her fierce expression, the two of them did not dare linger, and brought Lu Wenlong with them to leave. However, Jin Wushu shakily rushed out and shouted: "Stop, you are not allowed to take my son away, stop..."

"Fourth Prince …" The personal guards immediately returned, they had already felt that something was amiss, they took out their weapons and rushed towards Hua Rong, thinking that it was a murder.

Hua Rong reacted quickly and caught Jin Wushu by surprise. He whispered: "Jin Wushu, you want to expose your ugly state in front of the child?"

He held onto his chest, his hair was like steel wire, tied onto Hua Rong's hand, his body staggered and he shouted at the two guards who were filled with shock: "Get lost, all of you get lost, all of you get lost … …"

The door of the tent was closed, a candle flame was floating in the air, and a piece of debris was being smashed apart.

He lay paralyzed on the ground, panting heavily. Some fragments of porcelain had cut into his body, and he was bleeding. He did not know pain, but his mouth was wide open like a snake that had shed its skin at the critical moment.

"Hua Rong, give me the antidote, I want it …" His hand reached out to grab her, but she was just out of reach of his arm.

"Hua Rong, you heartless woman, quickly give me the antidote …"

She stared at the exposed arm, its thick veins showing a strange purple and cyan color, as if countless earthworms were wriggling inside.

"Hua Rong, quickly give me the antidote … antidote, I want antidote … "

She was very calm: "Wang Junhua didn't die, Qin Gui didn't die, and Zhao Deji definitely didn't die."

"What does Zhao Deji have to do with me?"

"Alright, Zhao Deji, I will think of it myself. But Qin Gui, he is not yet at Yanjing. "

"How could it be that easy?" He is the Prime Minister, how could the Prime Minister come to the Yanjing so easily? "

"Song Huizong and his son might have come, why can't Qin Gui? Jin Wushu, you haven't tried your best! "

He said incredulously, "You think Qin Gui is a stupid dog? Hua Rong, you vicious woman … "

She suddenly stretched out her hand and flicked her finger. Something unknown jumped into his mouth, sealing his insult. She could clearly hear the sound of that thing rolling down her throat. He hissed, "What poison did you give me?"

"A painkiller," she said lightly. "A painkiller made from a special herb."

"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 weakening — a numbing sensation that numbed his nerves, made him limp, like a spasmodic mollusk.

Hua Rong went around the broken pieces on the ground and casually picked up a Single Shirt and put it on, then laid down.

With the dim candle light, Jin Wushu's eyeballs moved from his surroundings to the bed like strange glass, meeting those eyes: What kind of eyes were those? They carried a faint smile and endless ridicule, as if they were watching a farce.

Fourth Prince, that's all you can do. I know, that's all you can do.

In her eyes, her own pain was nothing but a farce.

He wanted to jump up and dig out those eyes, but the moment he moved, he felt pain. It was an indescribable pain, as if all the Essence in his body was exhausted and his bones were shattered. Like a soft snake, he could only crawl and not stand. He suspected that he would never be able to stand up again.

She closed her eyes and reached out to extinguish the candle flame.

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 supported his waist: "Abba, how are you?"

It was his son's voice full of concern. He rushed in from the dark tent and used all his strength to support the Abba, his face full of anxiety. Jin Wushu met his gaze and suddenly cried out loud, feeling extremely wronged. Even if he had all the power in the world, even if he was rich and powerful, but other than this son, what else did he have other than this pair of hands? He leaned on his son's tender shoulder like a man on the streets, "Son, you're the only one who treats me well in this world, you're the only one …"

The child was stupefied by his father's wailing. It was more horrifying than seeing him painfully break something, and when he looked at his mother lying on the bed, he mumbled, "Mother, Abba, he …"

"Don't call her mother. She's not your mother. She's the most heartless woman in the world. She's happy to torture me. I was tortured by her to such an extent …"

Lu Wenlong looked at his mother in shock. Under the candlelight, he couldn't see his mother's expression clearly, only her long eyelashes remained unmoving, as if she had fallen asleep. He was surprised that his mother could still fall asleep after witnessing the tragic scene in Abba. Mother, she shouldn't be like this, shouldn't she? He could not hold it in any longer and shouted, "Mom!"

Hua Rong sat up, and said indifferently: "Son, you go down and sleep first."

"No!"

She was troubled by the stubbornness in her child's eyes, and suddenly remembered how her son had protected her when she was imprisoned by Jin Wushu. After a long while, she finally looked at Jin Wushu: "Fourth Prince, are you going to settle the score with me in front of this child? Do you want to make everything clear? "

Jin Wushu's heart skipped a beat, his head was still leaning weakly against his son, his hand also tightly holding onto his son's hand.

Lu Wenlong's gaze once again shifted from his mother's face to Abba's, and became incomparably confused: "Abba, are you arguing with your mother?"

Tired, he stared at his son's clothes. Such a fresh and refreshing Single Shirt was the fashionable clothes that belonged to the Song people. It was the result of Hua Rong hurrying through the night. Child, how much did he love these clothes, so she slept in them? It was even better than the coronation of the heirloom.

The crown could not even match up to this set of clothes?

His voice was hoarse. "Son, you go down first. It's fine, Abba is fine. Someone, bring little prince down. "

Lu Wenlong did not leave. Instead, he pointed at Hua Rong and said with a hoarse voice, "Son, don't worry. Your mother will take care of me."

Lu Wenlong followed his finger and saw the strange expression on his mother's face. He looked angry and sad at the same time. He was already half a child and could not figure out whether Abba was bullying his mother or his mother. He was so confused, "Mother, will you take care of my Abba?"

Hua Rong nodded her head: "Son, you go and rest first."

Only then was Lu Wenlong brought out of the room by the janissaries.

The room returned to silence. The dim candle flame was extinguished. Hua Rong sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the Glazed Glass on the ceiling.

"Fourth Prince, it's time for you to go rest."

This voice was so gentle, it did not sound like that of an enemy's. It was full of concern. He was lying on the ground, his head resting on the broken tea set, one side to the other, as if he were wearing a heavy set of shackles. In the upturned lid of the box, there was a golden-bright princess' robe, crown, crown and band. Surrounded by loneliness.

"Hua Rong!"

She was silent.