C479 Poisoning by child

The guards on duty outside also rushed over, looking at Lu Wenlong's face covered in blood, they were completely shocked.

Wu Qimai had nothing he could do. Carrying the child, he jumped onto a horse and ran towards the pavilion. As he ran, he shouted: "Witch Doctor, quickly find a Witch Doctor …"

A black stallion, galloping through the mangroves, approached the tent.

Hua Rong looked around, but saw no trace of her son. Just as she was about to turn her horse around and return to the small tent, she saw a horse rushing over like crazy, causing everyone to run away.

When she saw that it was Wu Qimai, she was even more shocked. What happened?

His heart skipped a beat, and he jumped off the horse's back as he rushed over. At this time, Wu Qimai also jumped off the horse, and shouted out loud: "Witch Doctor, Witch Doctor …."

She took a step forward and shouted: "Wu Qimai, what happened?"

Wu Qimai's legs gave way and he knelt down. As his hands loosened, Lu Wenlong almost fell to the ground as he spoke incoherently in panic, "Madam, little prince, little prince, he, he …"

Hua Rong's legs went soft and she hugged her son. Her head was covered in blood, as if he had just fallen down from a very high place.

Her heart was broken. Her half-grown child was too heavy for her to carry, so she fell to the ground. Without bothering to check her son's injuries, she hurriedly took out a bottle of pills and poured it into his mouth. After drinking seven or eight pills in succession, she finally stopped, trembling. She looked at her son's face in a daze as it was covered in blood. When she reached to the tip of her nose, it seemed as if she was no longer breathing.

"Wen Long..." Wen Long... Son... "Son …"

She took out two more black pills from her bosom and stuffed them into Lu Wenlong's mouth without thinking. At this time, he could no longer swallow it. Hua Rong patted his back, took a deep breath, and with a gulp, the pill finally fell into his stomach.

The black robed Witch Doctor had already rushed over. Amidst the crying of the children, Hua Rong saw a man carrying an eight or nine year old child behind him and crying loudly. The child was badly mutilated and had already died.

Before she could ask what had happened, she immediately grabbed the Witch Doctor. "Quick, save the child …"

The Witch Doctor kneeled on the ground and muttered some words. It was unknown what water she took out and sprinkled on Lu Wenlong's head, she then stroked Lu Wenlong's head, her eyes revealing a look of disappointment as she shook his head: "little prince has already been taken away by God Haotian …"

Hua Rong was unable to contain her anger and rudely pushed him away, "What nonsense are you spouting? "Scram …"

The Witch Doctor retreated, Hua Rong carried the child and ran into the tent. The rest of them quickly surrounded the child, and she shouted as they ran: "Quick, get some water, we need to create some medicinal herbs!"

Everyone took out all sorts of healing herbs as per her instructions, and then made some warm water. Hua Rong fiddled around and gave his son a few more medicines. At this time, Lu Wenlong was still as silent as before.

She twisted the kernels and helped wipe off the blood on her son's body. On his forehead and body, there were wounds.

After wiping off the bloodstains, the sweat had almost completely blurred her eyes. As she conveniently wiped off the bloodstains, she suddenly thought of something and shouted, "Where's Fourth Prince?"

Everyone muttered, the Fourth Prince did not inform them where he was going, even Wu Qimai did not know.

Hua Rong raged on her heart. Such a thing had happened, there wasn't even a shadow of Jin Wushu, where had he gone to enjoy life? And she even said that she loved his son. Was this how he loved his son?

In the blink of an eye, the outside of the tent was bustling with activity, surrounded by many people. Jin Wushu's concubine s, as well as Wang Junhua and Ye Lvguanyin, all revealed expressions of concern.

"What happened to little prince?"

"Has little prince woken up?"

"Get lost, get lost, all of you get lost …" Wu Qimai, immediately give the order to not let anyone near the tent … "

Wu Qimai waved his hand, and everyone left in a hurry.

Hua Rong calmed down a little at this moment and suddenly said in a low voice, "Wu Qimai, immediately assign some people. They are not allowed to go near the tent nor are they allowed to leave … Remember, no matter who it is, no one is allowed to leave.

Wu Qimai had known her for many years, but the two of them had never talked before. At this moment, when she suddenly gave out orders, he felt that it was strange, but he did not dare disobey it and immediately left.

Countless medicinal herbs were piled in the room. Hua Rong looked at them and once again reached to her son's nose. Although it was still cold, she was sure that her son was still alive.

He felt slightly relieved and immediately stood up to carefully inspect his son's entire body.

Wu Qimai had already returned, she anxiously asked: "Where did Wen Long go today?"

"He said that if he saw two bear cub, he had to go hunting. When I heard his cry, I saw that he and the horse were frightened... " Wu Qimai didn't doubt him in the slightest, thinking that the child and the horse were scared by the bear cub.

"What did he eat today?"

"little prince has always been eating in his small tent. I even personally prepared some water for him. There's no problem."

When Hua Rong asked this, she had already inspected his son's entire body, and then opened his eyes to check, but didn't find any traces of poisoning. Could it be that he simply fell off his horse? What on earth had they seen, two children, one dead and one wounded? It was a feeling of heartbreak and self-blame. If he hadn't been stuck outside for so long, perhaps his son wouldn't have died so tragically.

She could faintly hear the crying of the child's father outside. The child died on the spot, and there was no way to save him. Hua Rong let out a long sigh and held her son's hand. She was still filled with suspicions, her son was an expert at riding, and although he was young, there were many adults who couldn't compare to him, so how could he lose control like this?

Just as he was pondering, he heard Wu Qimai say, "Fourth Prince, Fourth Prince, you've returned …"

Before his voice fell, he heard the sound of Jin Wushu almost rushing footsteps as he rushed in, his voice trembling, "Son, son, what's wrong …"

Hua Rong stepped aside and looked at him coldly. Jin Wushu rushed forward and grabbed his son's hand, only to see him unconscious and not being able to even call out to him a few times. He hurriedly asked Hua Rong: "What happened to the child? What happened? "

Hua Rong did not speak.

He was enraged: "Hua Rong, speak up …."

Wu Qimai came in from outside and explained everything in a low voice. He was relieved. The child had fallen off a horse? He turned to look at Hua Rong, only to see that Hua Rong had already turned to the side, carefully inspecting the child's entire body, from his fingernails to his toenails, and even his hair on his eyebrows, there was nothing missing.

"Hua Rong, what's the situation?"

Hua Rong turned a deaf ear and did not answer him. She withdrew her hand, looked at her son's tightly shut eyes, and fell into deep thought. She was also very frightened. Although her son hadn't died yet, he didn't show any signs of getting better. These days, the relationship between mother and son had been rapidly increasing. This child's kindness, reliance and self-defense were not any less than his own son's. The more nervous she became, the more her heart broke. She simply could not hear what Jin Wushu was saying.

Jin Wushu could not find an answer. Panting, he reached out and touched his son's nose: "Witch Doctor, quickly go and call the Witch Doctor …"

The medicine man was just outside the door. Upon receiving the order, he immediately entered.

"Quick, look at little prince …"

The Witch Doctor had already sentenced Lu Wenlong to death, but right now, the Fourth Prince was very strict, and did not dare to disobey. She went forward to look carefully at Lu Wenlong's face, and pulled Lu Wenlong's hand, and a surprised look suddenly appeared on his face.

Jin Wushu followed his gaze and looked at Hua Rong, also surprised. Hua Rong then asked the Witch Doctor, "Do you think he's poisoned?"

The Witch Doctor examined him carefully, going through every inch of his body without being able to explain why. He only shook his head violently. "It's not poison, it's not poison …"

Hua Rong said coldly, and did not speak anymore.

The Witch Doctor sprinkled some black medicine on Lu Wenlong's wound. Seeing that it was of no use, she could only withdraw.

Once again, the house quieted down. Jin Wushu paced back and forth: "This child, how could he accidentally fall off his horse?"

Hua Rong then spoke out, "It's not that he's injured, it's that he's poisoned!"

"Ah?" How could that be? "There was no sign of poison at all …"

"Not poison? What kind of injury could cause such an injury? Look at his arms, legs, and wounds. They are not deep enough to pierce through one's bone marrow and are only an illusion. This kind of skin injury is not enough to kill … "

Jin Wushu took a close look and sure enough, they were only superficial wounds. According to common sense, it was impossible for them to be so unconscious.

Hua Rong suddenly asked, "Where is that dead child?"

Jin Wushu immediately understood his meaning and rushed out. By the lake, the child's father was in the midst of a tragic cremation, preparing him and his favorite colt for the fire.

Not long after, Jin Wushu returned to the tent, and was extremely surprised: "That child did indeed die from injuries, he was stepped on by a berserk horse on his head, and died on his chest …."

As they spoke, Hua Rong took out a small medicine bottle from her bosom and poured it into her son's mouth again.

"Hua Rong, what medicine is this?"

There were many strange pills refined by ancient priests in the clan. Hua Rong was alone, afraid that something bad would happen to her, so Da She gave her a few of the most effective and most precious pills she had brought with him. When she saw his son injured, the dead horse was treated as a living horse doctor, so he gave him something to take. Unexpectedly, he managed to save his son's life for the time being. It was because of this that she was able to determine that her son was poisoned.

Seeing that she did not answer, Jin Wushu asked again, "You poisoned him? Who would poison a child? "

Two faces flashed past Hua Rong's eyes, it was either Wang Junhua or Ye Lvguanyin, what else was there to say?

She shot an angry glance at Jin Wushu: "Where did you go off to? "What happened to my son was also gone …"

Jin Wushu shouted, "I'm going to look for you! You haven't come back for a long time. I'm afraid that something might have happened and I'm going to look for you! "

She sneered: "What kind of accident could I have? You are afraid that if I run away, you will not be able to get the antidote, right? Let me tell you, if my son dies, I will absolutely not give you the antidote. "

Jin Wushu was furious. "You ungrateful woman, I'm worried about you, and I'm afraid that you're in danger. That's why I went to Yanjing to find you …."

"Are you that kind?!"

Jin Wushu panted heavily. He discovered that the little bit of harmony he had painstakingly established between the two of them, the deliberate gentleness and good attitude he had a few days ago, had all been swept away by his son's accidental poisoning. The two of them had once again returned to the state of being enemies.