An arrogant concubine fell from the harem

Chapter 477 The Truth of the Facts (1)

After Wu Erlang finished speaking, he left me stunned, laughed, and strode away.

Come on, what is this?This Wu Erlang is too unscrupulous.

How can he do this?

When I got to the back of the Jiaofang Palace and saw Wu Dalang, I finally understood why Wu Erlang dared to be so unscrupulous in broad daylight—because Wu Dalang was very ill, he, he, he seemed to be dying. A feeling of exhaustion.

Yes, the lamp is exhausted.

Wu Dalang's illness came for no reason, very strange, menacing, and unprepared - just like in a martial arts novel, a master of the martial arts accidentally inflicted an unknown poison on someone. At the beginning, he didn't feel anything wrong. After a period of time, when the poison breaks out, you will fall ill and there is no cure.

In just one or two days, due to the torment of the disease, Wu Dalang was so thin that he was shapeless and extremely haggard. His originally handsome face turned sallow and withered like a shriveled yellow vegetable leaf. On the thin cheeks, two cheekbones protruded there like two hills, a pair of dull eyes like wax balls lost their original expression, and the once slender and handsome figure was emaciated, as if unbearable. hit.

At this moment, Wu Dalang was lying on the bed, and he didn't even have the strength to get up. He was so tall, but now he shrank into a ball, so small, so thin, and so light, like a weak and helpless baby.

I couldn't believe my eyes, I was shocked.My eyes were wide open, my mouth was open in an O shape, my face couldn't help being pale, my eyes were full of fear, my mind went blank for a moment, and I was suffocated for three seconds.Immediately, my hands and feet started to become cold, my heart kept falling, and my tears fell uncontrollably, "crashing".

I knelt by Wu Dalang's bed and couldn't help crying: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Wu Dalang opened his eyes slightly and looked towards me.

In the past, Wu Dalang's eyes were fierce and sharp, as if he could see through everything at a glance.But at this moment, Wu Dalang's eyes have lost the fighting spirit of the past, giving people a feeling of trance, dazed, and helpless, like a flower in the autumn frost, still struggling not to wither.

My heart feels infinite pain.

I called him: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty."

(End of this chapter)