Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 454 Poison Hair
Pain, unbearable pain, it was a terrible violent feeling, Hua Rong's eyes darkened, he was almost out of breath, the strength of his whole body gathered on his mouth again, he bit down again, bit down hard...

There was a piece of bloody flesh in his mouth, but he didn't move back, like a puppet who didn't know the pain, his breathing became more and more rapid, and drops of sweat dripped on the faces of the two of them, scorching hot, as if a scalding raindrop suddenly fell from the sky Rain, like a ferocious tiger, made its last struggle before death.His hands were clamped around his waist, and with more force, she could even hear the sound of her ribs snapping...

However, the expected pain never came, she exhausted all her strength like hitting a ball of cotton, his hands softened, and his body trembled violently.She raised her head in horror, only to see that Jin Wushu's eyes turned red like a beast—his hands could hardly be restrained any longer, and his body was curling up slightly, like a huge boa constrictor. Crazy wiggle.

She shouted in amazement: "Jin Wushu, why are you crazy?"

His hand was completely loosened, and she couldn't stand still and almost fell to the ground.And Jin Wushu has completely fallen to the ground, tearing his hair fiercely, no one can be seen in his eyes, only pain, boundless and severe pain, the joints all over his body are rattling, and the blue blood vessels seem to suddenly become bigger and bigger. Thick, breaking through the shackles of the epidermis, completely ruptured.

Hua Rong kept backing away, and then backed up, almost to the door.The guards outside the door were ordered by the fourth prince not to approach, Zhahe was not there, there was no one around, only the sound of "ho ho ho ho" from Jin Wushu's mouth inside the house.

Hua Rong suddenly understood that he was having a toxic attack.Because of drinking, because of lust, this time the poison was more intense than ever before.He fell to the ground, desperately scratching his hair, dancing around like a madman.

Hua Rong turned sideways, watching helplessly as he knocked everything within range: the tea set, the teacup, to the ground, ping-ping-pong-pong, shattering all over the ground...

Lu Wenlong ran in and screamed in fright: "Daddy, daddy...Mom, what's wrong with daddy?" He was about to run to help daddy, but Hua Rong grabbed his hand and said, "Son, don't go over there!" .”

He couldn't believe it: "Mom, what's wrong with Dad?"

Hua Rong said calmly, "He's sick, and he'll recover in a while."

"How could he be so ill? No, we have to help him up and find a doctor for him."

"No one can cure this disease, we can only wait for him to recover slowly."

"When will it be good then?"

"A while."

……

Jin Wushu didn't seem to realize that someone was talking beside him. At this moment, his hair was completely disheveled, and he was so strong that even his flexible riding clothes were torn to pieces by him.And his bag was still thrown at the door, and it was thrown there when he came in.He couldn't see people, he could only see things that could be smashed, he was about to jump up, and suddenly he was about to rush over.

Hua Rong was shocked, but Lu Wenlong broke free from his mother's hand and rushed to help him: "Daddy, daddy, what's the matter with you?"

As soon as he exerted force, Hua Rong exclaimed, the child had been thrown out of the door by him like a sandbag.Hua Rong ran out, only to see Lu Wenlong thrown three feet away, luckily it was grass, he fell to the ground, got up limping, and cried, "What's the matter, Dad?"

Hua Rong didn't dare to let him take any more risks, and firmly grabbed his hand, not allowing him to go in again.At this time, the soldiers had already heard the sound, and the leader asked in surprise, "Ma'am, what happened?"

She shook her head and immediately said, "Take the little prince to bed immediately."

"The Fourth Prince?" The two guards heard the violent noise inside, and when they wanted to see what happened, Hua Rong immediately shouted softly: "Quickly step back, the Fourth Prince is fine."

Where are the two willing to go?Hua Rong shouted: "Back off, the fourth prince is fine."

Seeing her fierce expression, the two dared not stay any longer, took Lu Wenlong and left, but Jin Wushu rushed out staggeringly, shouting: "Stop, don't take my son away, stop..."

"Fourth prince..." The guards returned immediately, they felt that something was wrong, they took out their weapons and rushed towards Hua Rong, thinking it was a murder.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Hua Rong patted Jin Wushu's chest unexpectedly, and said in a low voice, "Jin Wushu, you want to expose your ugly face in front of the children?"

He was clutching his chest, his hair was tied like steel wire in Hua Rong's hand, he staggered, and shouted at the bewildered soldiers: "Get out, get out, get out of the way..."

The door of the tent was closed, the flickering candle flames, and smashed debris all over the place.

He was paralyzed on the ground, panting heavily, his body was scratched by some pieces of porcelain, bleeding, and he didn't know the pain, his mouth was wide open, like a poisonous snake that had shed its skin at a critical moment, with his head held high, his eyes showing a terrifying fierceness Light.

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

"Hua Rong, cruel woman, quickly give me the antidote..."

She stared at the outstretched bare arm, the thick blood vessels faintly showing a strange purple and blue color, as if countless earthworms were wriggling inside.

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

She was very calm: "Wang Junhua is not dead, Qin Hui is not dead, and Zhao Deji is not dead."

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

"Okay, Zhao Deji, I'll make up my own mind. But Qin Hui, he hasn't arrived in Yanjing yet."

"How can it be so easy? He is the prime minister, how could the prime minister come to Yanjing so easily?"

"Song Huizong's father and son may come, why can't Qin Hui come? Jin Wushu, you didn't try your best!"

He couldn't believe it: "You think Qin Hui is a stupid dog? Hua Rong, you vicious woman..."

She suddenly stretched out her hand, flicked her finger, and a piece of something popped into his mouth, sealing off the insults below him, with her Adam's apple protruding, she could clearly hear the sound of that thing rolling down her stomach.He hissed, "What poison did you give me again?"

She understated: "Painkiller, a painkiller made from a special herbal medicine."

"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 on his body was gradually weakening—it seemed to be a numb feeling, numb the nerves, and his limbs were weak, like a cramped mollusk.

Hua Rong bypassed the debris on the ground, casually picked up a single shirt, put it on, put it together, and lay down.

The candlelight was faint, Jin Wushu's eyes were like a kind of strange colored glass, transferred from the surrounding things to the bed, facing those eyes: what kind of eyes are those, with a faint smile, endless ridicule, like Enjoying a farce.

Fourth prince, that's all you have.I know, that's all you have, but that's all.

In her eyes, her pain was just a farce.

He wanted to jump up and ruthlessly went forward to goug out those eyes, but as soon as he moved his body, he felt pain, an unspeakable pain, as if all the vitality in his body had been exhausted, and his bones were shattered, like a soft snake. Can crawl, cannot stand.He suspected that he would never stand up again.

She closed her eyes and stretched out her hand to put out the candle.

He hissed: "Hua Rong..."

Her voice was flat, 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..."

Putting both hands on his waist: "Father, what's the matter with you?"

It was the son's voice full of concern. He rushed in from the dark tent and tried his best to support Father, full of anxiety.Meeting his gaze, Jin Wushu burst into tears, feeling infinitely wronged.Even though the power is all over the world, even if the glory and wealth are high, but besides this son, besides these supporting hands, what else do I have?He leaned on his son's immature shoulders, like a rogue in the market: "Son, you are the only one who treats me well in this world, only you..."

The child was stunned by his father's wailing, which was more terrifying than seeing him smash things in pain. He looked at his mother who was lying on the bed with no clothes on, and murmured: "Mom, daddy..."

"Don't call her mother, she is not your mother, she is the most cruel woman in the world, she takes pleasure in torturing me, that's how I was tortured by her..."

Lu Wenlong looked at his mother in surprise. Under the candlelight, he couldn't see his mother's expression clearly. He only saw her long eyelashes motionless, as if she had fallen asleep.He was surprised that his mother could still fall asleep after witnessing such a tragic scene for his father.Mom, she shouldn't be like this, should she?He couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Mom..."

Hua Rong sat up and said lightly, "Son, go to sleep first."

"No!"

She was troubled by the stubbornness in the child's eyes, and suddenly remembered how she was bound and imprisoned by Jin Wushu, and how her son protected her.After a while, she looked at Jin Wushu: "Fourth prince, are you going to settle accounts with me in front of the child? Are you going to explain everything clearly?"

Jin Wushu's heart was shocked, his head was still weakly leaning on his son, and his hand was tightly holding his son's hand.

Lu Wenlong's eyes turned from his mother's face to his father again, extremely confused: "Dad, are you arguing with your mother?"

Weary, he stared at his son's clothes.Such a refreshing unlined shirt is the fashionable clothes of the Song people, and the stitches and stitches are the result of Hua Rong's overnight work.Boy, how he loves the suit so much he sleeps in it?Even better than hereditary crowns for that set of coronations.

The crown is no match for this suit?

His voice was very hoarse: "Son, you go down first. It's okay, daddy is fine. Come and take the little prince down."

Lu Wenlong didn't leave, Jin Wushu pointed at Hua Rong, his voice hoarse: "Don't worry, son, your mother will take care of me."

Following his pointing, Lu Wenlong saw the strange expression on his mother's face, which seemed angry and sad, and even her torn sleeve was exposed outside.He is already a half-grown child, and he doesn't know whether Dad is bullying Mom or Mom is bullying Dad, so he is so confused: "Mom, will you take care of Dad?"

Hua Rong nodded: "Son, you go to rest first."

Only then was Lu Wenlong taken out by his own soldiers.

In the house, silence was restored.All the dim candles were extinguished.Hua Rong sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the colored glaze on the ceiling, the moonlight shone through it, ethereal, everything was unreal.

"Fourth prince, you should also go to rest."

The voice was so gentle, not like an enemy, but full of concern.He was lying on the ground with his head resting on the broken tea set, half on the left and right sides, as if he was wearing a set of heavy shackles.Inside the overturned lid, the golden princess's gown, beaded crown, crown belt... surrounded him lonely.

"Hua Rong!"

She was silent.

(End of this chapter)