Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 162 Eavesdropping on Secrets
Now, the sixth prince's return is related to the wolf lord's attitude towards Zong Han.It is also related to Jin Wushu's actions, so Jin Wushu had to wait patiently.

Wu Qimai and others stepped back, Jin Wushu saw Hua Rong was still sitting opposite, remembering that he forgot to avoid her just now, and she also understood Jurchen language, he said angrily: "Hua Rong, you dare to eavesdrop on our secret? "

"What kind of secret are you? Everyone knows that you and Zong Han are at odds."

He suddenly smiled mysteriously: "But, there are some things you definitely don't know."

"whats the matter?"

Just as he was about to answer, he suddenly heard Wu Qimai's voice: "Fourth prince, it's not good, the eldest prince's mansion was attacked unexpectedly, and some members of the Song Dynasty envoys ran away..."

"Ah? Who went to sneak attack?"

"The eldest prince suspected that you did it, and said that he would report to the wolf lord and punish you."

He was furious: "When did the prince go to attack him?"

Hua Rong smiled faintly: "The eldest prince is using a bitter trick, Jin Wushu, you'd better be careful, don't become a scapegoat for his rebellion..."

These words were like adding fuel to the fire, Jin Wushu almost jumped into a rage: "He is going to rebel, he is really blatantly going to rebel. Wu Qimai, immediately send an order to Han Chang, get ready..."

"Yes."

Jin Wushu immediately went out to make some arrangements, looking very mysterious, and didn't come back until evening.

Seeing that Hua Rong was still sitting where he was, as if he hadn't moved a bit, he also sat down on the opposite chair, and suddenly felt a little dizzy.In fact, since this morning, he has been feeling a little uncomfortable.

Hua Rong saw him pressing his head, as if in pain.I thought he was meditating, but after a while, his condition became worse and worse, and sweat began to form on his forehead.

"Fourth Prince?"

"Hello, Jin Wushu?"

Seeing that his expression was getting more and more painful, she couldn't help but take a step forward. When his body softened, she stretched out her hand and found that his forehead was hot and he had a high fever.

Zongwang also developed a fever first, and died soon after.Jin Wushu also has the same symptoms.Especially with the bruises on his face, probably from tetanus or something.

She was shocked: "Jin Wushu, have you ever poured cold water to take a bath after playing ball like the second prince?"

"Ah."

"Didn't I tell you not to wash? That kind of cold water..."

"I washed it the day before. At that time, you didn't tell me...Yesterday, you told me, but I didn't wash it..."

"You barbarians, you don't understand anything, you deserve to die..."

"What did you say?"

Hua Rong didn't care about arguing with him, if Jin Wushu died like Zong Wang, he might really not be able to return to the Song Kingdom.If you want to die, you have to delay it.

When she thought about it, should she run away immediately or?
In a blink of an eye, she saw Jin Wushu leaning on the chair with a painful look on her face, she didn't care about it, and quickly called two maids to help Jin Wushu onto the bed.Hua Rong immediately listed some earthen recipes that he could find immediately according to the various common sense medicine lists in his memory, and asked the maids to make some simple medicine soup.

Seeing that she was the honored guest of the fourth prince, the maids dared not disobey, and acted happily immediately.

However, following the list of medicines, the mansion didn't even prepare these simple herbs.In fact, there are many precious medicinal materials in Beishan Heishui. Unfortunately, these barbaric Jurchens don't know how to use them at all. They are still in the primitive stage, thinking that witchcraft is better than everything.

Although Jin Wushu admired the culture of the Central Plains, he only got superficial after all. He was still a Jurchen nobleman in his heart, and he had no habit of taking medicine since he was a child.He lay down drowsily, but his heart was still awake, seeing Hua Rong kept ordering the medicinal materials, he said angrily: "Look for a wizard..."

"Do you still remember the death of the second prince?"

His heart was shocked, his second brother's death was vivid in his mind, fortunately Hua Rong reminded him.At this moment, he already had a little faith in Hua Rong's judgment, knowing that she had good intentions yesterday, he was even more afraid, if he was like Zong Wang yesterday, wouldn't he be killed too?
Seeing the frightened look in Jin Wushu's eyes, she suddenly realized that he was afraid of death!

Jin Wushu is also afraid of death!

It's really a matter of the world, only death.

A hero is like Jin Wushu, once the god of death comes, his expression is like a child.

In fact, his illness was not serious. It was probably caused by wounds on his face, unscrupulous drenching, tetanus infection of typhoid fever, and high fever. As long as he took medication and took care of him, he would not die.

Seeing him panicked, Hua Rong didn't comfort him, thinking, this man is so arrogant, it's good to scare him.

"Hua Rong, will I die?"

"If you are so arrogant again, you may go to see your second brother."

The high fever made people tired, he resisted the urge to fall asleep, but his eyeballs kept following Hua Rong's figure, and when he saw that she was about to go out, he immediately said, "Don't go."

"You rest first, take a nap before taking medicine, and you will be better tomorrow."

"What medicine to take? No, we never take medicine, Hua Rong, you want to harm me? You need a wizard, a wizard..."

Hua Rong snorted: "Do you think that if you find two witch doctors to dance a few times, you will be cured? Do you want to kill a dog and drip some dog blood on you to see if there are any ghosts or ghosts possessing you? Hehe, you were originally a monstrous evildoer, maybe you reappeared, maybe a wild wolf or wild boar on the grassland..."

Jin Wushu saw her unscrupulously making fun of the habit of the Jurchens, and was furious: "Hua Rong, how dare you look down on my Dajin customs? What do you know about Nanban? Damn Song Zhu..."

"Since your big gold is good in everything, why bother to covet the Song State? Let me tell you, when the kings and grandchildren of the Song State fell ill, they were treated by doctors in groups. What about you Jin people? Barbarians, barbaric burials, sick You don’t even know how to heal, and you are blindly conceited. What else do you know besides fists? Don’t you claim to be familiar with the culture of the Southern Dynasties? Then do you know that one of our ancestors, Shennong, tasted hundreds of herbs for the purpose of healing the people. The disease is eliminated? It’s ridiculous that you Jinren, Jin Wushu, do you want to invite the master of dancing? If you want, I won’t make the medicine. I’ll see if they can cure your problem, or you Want to follow your second brother?"

Jin Wushu was so angry that he couldn't speak, but when he thought of the death of his second brother, he was afraid that he had the same problem as him, and he was even more terrified, sweating profusely, he was afraid that she would stop looking for herbs.

"Jin Wushu, don't you want to take medicine? If that's the case, I won't bother you..."

"you……!!!"

Seeing him staring at her, Hua Rong had a fierce look in his eyes, and smiled but not a smile: "I'm curious, Jin Wushu, if after you die, will your wives be inherited by Gu Shen? Or Zong Han? Have you made any arrangements for who will be buried?"

He was so angry that he wanted to jump up and strangle her neck, but because the high fever was getting worse, he was almost unconscious, so how could he jump up?

The medicine was served quickly, Hua Rong withdrew.

Two maids went to feed him, but he hissed, "Hua Rong, feed me..."

"Dreaming! I'm your person who makes the bed, folds the quilt, and serves the tea?"

"Could it be that Yue Pengju is sick, and you have the same attitude?"

"Yue Pengju is my husband, so I naturally have to serve him meticulously. Who are you to me? What does your life have to do with me? Jin Wushu, you overestimate yourself..."

"Hua Rong, I can't spare you...a wicked woman without a conscience..."

Let him scream, Hua Rong has already walked out, walked to the door, and laughed again: "Jin Wushu, if you want to get angry, you'd better get better first, a sick cat, what a madman..."

Jin Wushu was so angry that he snatched the medicine bowl, and drank it all in one gulp, not caring that it was still cold.Angrily said: "One more bowl."

The maid quickly brought another bowl.He drank again in a jiffy, became even more dizzy, fell on the pillow, and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day.

He rubbed his head, although he was still hot, but he had improved a lot, and his mind was cleared up a bit. He sat up and shouted: "Hua Rong..."

Seeing him waking up, the maid waiting at the side shouted Hua Rong, and immediately said, "Fourth Prince, Miss Hua Rong has gone out."

"What is she going out for?"

"No one knows the medicinal materials she wants, so she can only find them by herself..."

Jin Wushu said angrily: "Where can she find it?"

"On the mountain outside, there are two guards following her."

The maid cautiously said, "In the morning, the butler went to invite a wizard, but she drove him away, saying that wizards are useless..."

Jin Wushu was already better at this time, and he had already believed in Hua Rong's treatment, and he no longer cared about wizards, but when he heard that Hua Rong went to find herbs to save himself, he was so overjoyed that he got out of bed and walked away. One lap, lol.

Just when he was proud, he suddenly heard footsteps at the door, it was Hua Rong who came back and ordered the medicine maker outside.He was cunning and cunning, knowing that if he was "healed", Hua Rong would immediately ignore him, and immediately lay back barefoot, and pulled the quilt to cover him, looking extremely painful.

Hua Rong has already entered: "Fourth Prince, are you feeling better?"

He looked more and more painful.

Hua Rong walked in: "Hey, Jin Wushu..."

Hua Rong saw that his face was still full of pain, and reached out to touch his forehead, obviously it wasn't very hot?Look at the corners of his mouth, twitching, as if trembling.

What's wrong with this man?Will there be such a strange disease?
She suddenly shouted, and threw off the quilt on him: "Jin Wushu, are you pretending?"

Jin Wushu stood up, his original smirk turned into anger: "Evil woman, you really don't look like a woman..."

It is indeed installed.

Hua Rong took a step back, sat on the side, and said coldly: "You don't have to pretend any more, you have a little cold, drink three bowls of herbal medicine later, and you won't die."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jin Wushu suddenly felt a little sad: "Hua Rong, do you think my second brother won't die if he receives this kind of treatment?"

"How do I know? I haven't seen your second brother's situation." Zong Wang is relatively good among the few, but he died too fast, Hua Rong was very depressed, and couldn't help saying: "Why not?" Is Zong Han dead? Sigh."

Seeing that she was worried, Jin Wushu said, "Hua Rong, if you save my life, I will pay back the lives of Zhang Xian and Zhang Xian."

She was full of hope: "Where is Queen Mother Wei? Let her go back to the Song Dynasty with me, too?"

He suddenly got out of bed and came to her side.

"Hua Rong, if you are willing to stay, I promise to mediate and release Queen Mother Wei."

"Hahaha."

"why are you laughing?"

"Laugh at you for dreaming."

Jin Wushu glared at her, turned around and went back to lie on the bed, like a sick person for the first time, refused to speak again, fell asleep again after a while.

(End of this chapter)