C281 claustrophobia

What came up this time was the complete set of pearl flowers and the entire piece of jade pendant that was gifted by the Song Court. Compared to the butterfly dance just now, it was more than ten times better.

The Pipa Girl kneeled down as she gave her praise. Jin Wushu pulled her hand: "What's your name?"

"Servant Wu Er."

Wu Er? Like smoke or mist, it was sparkling and translucent. Only a beauty deserved this name.

When everyone saw Wu Er stepping up to the stage, they originally wanted to reveal herself, but they did not dare to step forward, afraid of being laughed at. Even the butterfly dance felt jealous. It glanced at Jin Wushu and said: "Fourth Prince …"

Jin Wushu laughed heartily. He hugged her in one arm and Wu Er in the other. Towards these two outstanding beauties who were fighting for their affection in front of him, he naturally felt that this was very comforting.

Actually, Hua Rong knew how.

What's so special about her, Hua Rong?

Furthermore, she, Hua Rong, was already eight years old and these beauties were only at the prime of their lives.

Jin Wushu frowned, obviously looking down on the butterfly dance's spoiled actions. Frowning slightly, he immediately found out that these two women, one was a spoiled brat and the other one was a noble, truly beautiful woman, they were all in his possession. He felt extremely proud of himself and immediately ordered everyone to drink and have fun.

Amidst the laughter, the butterfly dance's gaze uncontrollably fell on the woman sitting opposite of it.

It wasn't just her, almost all the muse s were doubtful, the moment they entered the room, they saw this woman sitting on the spot, yet they did not say a word or laugh. No matter how loud the girls were in the room, they did not make any noise.

The woman was dressed beautifully, her face pale. Who was she? Why was he sitting here? Is he a concubine of the Fourth Prince? Lover? But, why didn't she sit with Fourth Prince?

If not, what was she doing here?

Beneath her fine clothing, her bound hands were properly covered by the sleeves of water, making it impossible to see how battered she looked. She just sat there, unmoved.

The way Jin Wushu looked at the butterfly dance also showed that he couldn't help but look at Hua Rong. On this lively and charming night, I brought her to see my life, to see how popular I am with the women of the Southern Dynasties.

He exerted a little strength in his hands and almost pinched the butterfly dance's waist. His mouth reeked of alcohol as he gasped at her one mouthful after another. Although butterfly dance felt that it was a little disgusting, but, being a perverted person, she still forced herself to laugh, and did not dare to show any dissatisfaction at all. She only cursed in her heart, and no matter how elegant she looked, she was still a barbarian, with a vulgar heart.

Jin Wushu felt extremely happy, his gaze once again drifted towards Hua Rong. Unfortunately, her eyes were still closed, as if he was already fast asleep.

He was furious. What was so special about this woman?

In terms of appearance, she was not the number one beauty in the world. In terms of talent, the muse could write poems as they please. What confidence did she have to be so proud and stubborn to this extent?

He slowly grabbed the butterfly dance's waist. "butterfly dance …"

"What orders does Fourth Prince have? Servant obeyed. "

His eyes were hazy with drunkenness. "Go and drink a cup of wine …"

He pointed at Hua Rong, and couldn't wait to point at her, only stopping because he was too far away.

The butterfly dance did not know what the situation was, so it naturally did not dare to disobey Fourth Prince's orders. Although it was unwilling in its heart, it had no choice but to walk over, but when it saw that Hua Rong had closed her eyes, it could only call her softly: "Miss, miss …"

Hua Rong just turned a deaf ear.

She called out a few times, but Hua Rong did not reply. She could only turn her head and look at Jin Wushu with difficulty.

Jin Wushu laughed coldly, knowing that Hua Rong was purposely pretending to be asleep. His fury rose as he said loudly: "Today, you must make her drink this cup …"

The butterfly dance felt that the situation was bad, but she could only pat Hua Rong's shoulder and softly say: "Miss, miss …"

Hua Rong still did not open her eyes.

At this time, the butterfly dance also discovered something. The woman's hands were hidden underneath and it seemed like she was being tied up. Although these girls were all women, seeing that Hua Rong was like this and that she was a Han Nu, not wanting to intimidate her like that, they decided not to attack, and were just hesitating on what to do.

Jin Wushu gave a cold laugh, "Feed it to her and drink it …"

The butterfly dance did not dare to refuse, but it could not think of any euphemistic way. It could only lower its voice and say, "Miss, I apologize …"

When the wine cup reached Hua Rong's lips, her head tilted to the side and the wine cup spilled onto her clothes. She opened her eyes and did not look at the butterfly dance, but only looked at Jin Wushu coldly: "Jin Wushu, is that all you have?"

Jin Wushu walked over with a jug of wine, and his entire body reeked of alcohol. When he got near, he grabbed onto butterfly dance and raised it high up: Haha, Hua Rong, what are you doing?

Hua Rong closed her eyes once again, unwilling to even ridicule him.

This completely useless and disdainful attitude nearly drove Jin Wushu crazy. He released his butterfly dance and grabbed her chin and laughed sinisterly: "Hua Rong, you're really tired of living. It is precisely because of me indulging you time and time again that you dare to look down on me. "I am not going to tolerate it now. If you do not drink this cup today, don't blame me for being impolite …"

Hua Rong still had his eyes closed and refused to open them.

Jin Wushu was so angry that he grabbed her chin and couldn't hold it in anymore. He had no choice but to open his mouth, picked up the wine jar and started drinking.

The jar of wine was ice-cold, and Hua Rong had not eaten anything for a whole day. After drinking so much, golden stars appeared before her eyes, she coughed out a few times intensely, and her body softened as she fell. Flowing Cloud swung her sleeve, and everyone saw that her hands were tied up. They didn't know who this woman was or why she was suffering such torture.

The servants were so frightened that they did not dare to breathe, even the butterfly dance could not help but take a step back. However, they did not dare to open their mouths to plead.

Jin Wushu was very pleased, he threw the wine pot on the ground and shattered it with a bang, then pointed at the people around him: "If anyone dares to disobey, this is the result."

In all likelihood, the jug of wine was flowing on his clothes. The tip of Hua Rong's skirt was almost completely drenched, the two maids stepped forward to untie the ropes that bound her, and supported her with half an arm before returning to her room.

The muse stopped singing and dancing, Jin Wushu saw that Hua Rong was dragged down, and turned her head, her eyes blood-red. You... Hurry, sing, dance... "Fast …"

No one dared to disobey, and they immediately began to play and sing.

When Hua Rong returned to her room, the servants helped her change into clean clothes, then her body slowly softened and came over. At this moment, it was already late in the night. Next door, she heard her son's light cough. She sat on the bed and whispered, "I want to meet Young Gongzi …"

The maids hesitated, afraid to go forward.

She said in a low voice, "You guys can just give me a look."

The two maids exchanged a glance before slowly retreating to the next room to carry the child. The child may have been playing in the day, slightly chilled, but fortunately only a red face, not a fever.

The child hadn't seen her for a day, so he threw himself into her arms and shouted, "Mom! Mom!"

Hua Rong held her son tightly, tears flowing down her cheeks.

When the child saw his mother's tears, he hurriedly used his small hands to wipe her tears away. He only shouted, "Mother won't cry, mother won't cry …"

Hua Rong's head was buried in his embrace, but he felt that this was the only warmth in the world.

A person stumbled in, reached out to pull the child, fiercely said, "Let go, what qualifications do you have to see the child?"

Hua Rong hugged her too tightly, but Jin Wushu was actually unable to pull away for a moment.

He exerted too much force, and the child began to cry from the pain. He hit him with the back of his hand, "I told you to bully my mother …" "Bad guy …"

Hua Rong could no longer hold it in, and wiped her eyes with force, her expression extremely calm: "Son, look clearly, this Jin Wushu is not a savior, but a great enemy of my Da Song, your arch enemy …"

With a "pa" sound, a heavy slap landed on Hua Rong's face. Her body slanted and fell on the side of the bed. From today onwards, whoever dares to bring the little prince in front of this woman will be killed without mercy. "

The two maids seemed to have received amnesty and quickly left with their children in their arms.

The wind, coming in through the open door, brought a great chill to the brocade curtain of the room, little by little, cooling the heart.

Bitch, you are just a mere female slave. This prince thinks highly of you if I want you to serve him, but you still dare to hold a palanquin again and again. According to the words of the people of Song Kingdom, you are just a hen that doesn't lay eggs.

Hua Rong slowly sat upright, blood trickling out from the corner of her mouth as she looked at Jin Wushu indifferently, "Jin Wushu, I have truly misjudged you. At least I used to think you were a man. Only today did I realize that you are just an animal, a despicable, hypocritical villain. You and I have broken off all ties. I won't let go of another chance to kill you. "

He raised his hand and strangled her, "Bitch, you still want to kill me? Today, I'll kill you first! "I'll take your life first …"

Unable to conquer, the pain of not being able to obtain, the regret of defeat, he almost lost control and squeezed her neck until her face turned a terrible purple and her eyes quickly closed.

He let go and took a step back.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of lingering fear. Was this woman dead? Was he already dead?

It took him a moment to remember to take a step forward and pat her on the face, and then on her chest. She finally managed to catch her breath, but her eyes were closed and she did not wake up.

He stood in a daze for a long time. Then, he remembered that he had gone out the door and closed it behind him.

Hua Rong began her hunger strike, no longer eating or drinking water.

For one to two to three days, she no longer dared to entertain any hope of being rescued. Even the words "Sister Shi Qi" that rang in her ears time and time again could no longer bring her any hope.

Especially in these few days, she knew that Liu Yu's army was discussing about how to attack Song, and how they had overheard the matter of butterfly dance reading to Jin Wushu about how to defeat General Song. She only felt that Pengju was also getting further and further away from her. According to her understanding of Zhao Deji, at this point of time, he would definitely not send out a large number of troops to battle, and at this point of time, he needed to protect himself.

Since Pengju couldn't lead the army, how could he save himself?

There was even a hint of regret in his heart. If only he, hadn't been the "Wing Wang" back then, how great would that have been? If not for the Wing Wang, and if he had not left Penga, how could such a disaster have occurred?

It could even be said that they shouldn't drive the King Qin away like that.

The King Qin was different from Jin Wushu, it was just as he had said himself. No matter what the circumstances, he would not be "beaten", and in front of, since their reunion, he had never been truly afraid.

So it turned out that this was the difference between men and men. Even if he owed the King Qin one more time, it would be better to end up in Jin Wushu's hands and receive such terrifying torture.

Jin Wushu had already completely separated her son from her, but he no longer tied her up, because from the looks of her situation, there was no need to bind her anymore.

However, her room was always locked. The maidservants would bring her food every day. After some time, seeing that she wasn't going to eat, he would open it and repeat the same routine over and over again.