C482 Surprise

"Hua Rong, waiting like this is not a solution, I will immediately send people to search. The entire Fourth Prince Palace, even if we have to flip through everything, we must still find the antidote …"

"Fourth Prince, you wasted your energy. Which poisoner would be stupid enough to hide a antidote on himself and wait for you to search?"

Jin Wushu was at a loss for words: "Hua Rong, what do you think we should do?"

Hua Rong thought for a moment, then asked: "Fourth Prince, who do you think is the most likely culprit?"

He decisively said, "Either Wang Junhua or Ye Lvguanyin, the latter is more likely."

Hua Rong was shocked, if his heart was clear, why would she allow Ye Lvguanyin to return?

"But, I have asked those children, and also questioned Wu Qimai and the others, the two of them simply do not have the chance to make a move. Could it be that other than the two of them, there are others? "

This was also the reason why Hua Rong was confused. Logically speaking, Lu Wenlong had never come into contact with the two of them from the beginning to the end.He had examined the canteens he brought and the food he ate, and indeed, there were no traces of poison. She had even carefully studied the remaining water in the kettle. There was no problem with it, and there was no problem with the grass.

"Hua Rong, what do you think?"

Just as Hua Rong was about to answer, she remembered something. She touched the child's nose and suddenly felt a slight warmth but she remained calm and collected for a while. Until she was sure that the child's breathing had clearly fluctuated. Jin Wushu waited for her answer and saw a flash of happiness on her face. Doubt rose in his heart as he reached out his hand towards his son's nose. Sure enough, there was a slight heat wave. He was overjoyed, and really jumped up, just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by Hua Rong's low voice: "Do not brag about it …"

He immediately went silent, his voice trembling slightly as he whispered, "The child is saved?"

Hua Rong did not know which kind of medicine had worked, but the medicine of the Da She Tribe was indeed effective.

"Hua Rong, what medicine did you use?"

"Oh?"

Jin Wushu stared at her cautious eyes, his heart turning cold. He asked in a low voice, "Hua Rong, are you always on guard against me!?"

"Is there?" She played it down.

"Hua Rong, I have never been on my guard against you!"

Who knows!

Hua Rong could not understand, why would he keep bringing up such annoying things at such a time?

She said lightly: "Fourth Prince, you should go rest. I will take care of it myself."

"No, my son," he insisted stubbornly.

Hua Rong no longer said anything, she only leaned on the bedside with his eyes closed.

Jin Wushu also sat on the chair, not moving an inch away from his.

The heavy rain had not stopped for a moment since last night. It was unknown what frightened them, but a group of birds flew past the tree, making a terrifying sound. Jin Wushu's legs were numb. She stood up, walked to the door and looked at the endless green grassland, covered up by the layers of rain, it was a blurry world on the water. When she turned back again, Hua Rong was leaning against the bed with her eyes closed, looking very tired between her brows. In her sleep, she grabbed her son with one hand and the other hand was still tightly holding onto the lesser arch, her fingers had an extremely pale white color.

The wind blew gently, bringing about a chill. He saw Hua Rong shrink and cough lightly. He looked around, took a small tapestry, and gently covered her with it. When Hua Rong suddenly woke up, the lesser arch would habitually swing its wings. However, Jin Wushu was unable to dodge in time and knocked his shoulder with a heavy bow.

He screamed miserably as Hua Rong suddenly stood up. Seeing the blanket on him sliding down, he looked at Jin Wushu and said faintly, "Fourth Prince, I'm sorry …"

This apology sounded so gentle, that the stinging pain on his shoulder suddenly lessened. Jin Wushu covered his shoulders and said, "It's alright. Hua Rong, the weather is cold, you should get dressed … "

Outside were the guards who had come to deliver breakfast. Various dishes were placed on the table.

Hua Rong cleaned herself up quickly and sat down tiredly. Immediately, she pushed two dishes that suited her taste to the table in front of her. For some unknown reason, when her son was on the verge of death, she subconsciously wanted to get closer to him. It was as if once the bond was broken, the two of them would separate.

Hua Rong ate a few things, and when she raised his head, he saw Jin Wushu wolfing down his food. It was obvious that he was hungry for an entire night, and his stomach was rumbling with hunger. As he was eating, he raised his head and saw Hua Rong looking at him. He was startled, as if there was something strange on his face, and unexpectedly blushed.

The rain was pouring heavily outside. There was nothing to say inside. The strong feeling was the feeling of a family working together for a common goal, a common beloved.

"Hua Rong, don't worry. I will treat my son no matter what."

I hope so. As long as he was truly willing to think for the child.

The heavy rain stopped and by noon, the sun had risen high into the sky. The prairie had been washed by the rain. The sky was clear and the grass was a deep, dark green. Jin Wushu brought a handful of wild flowers in and placed them on the table. He saw Hua Rong sitting at the end of the bed, sewing on the clothes of a leopard's skin. That was the first leopard Lu Wenlong had beaten, originally meant for his mother.

"Hua Rong, this is a gift from your son."

Hua Rong bit off her needle and replied, "I'll make a set of winter clothes for my child. Once we return to Shang Jing, the weather will turn cold, he needs it …" She looked at the big bouquet of wild flowers and thought back to a few days ago when her son would come back from harvesting Flos Lonicerae and would constantly change the fresh flowers every day. Only then would he feel at home, he said. Such a lively child was now lying motionlessly on the bed. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive. She sighed and stood up, silently took a few, and placed them in the kiln's vase.

Such a simple bunch of flowers, once in the vase, suddenly seemed to be arranged in an orderly fashion, with an additional charm to them. Jin Wushu looked around, only to realize that in that moment, the tent seemed to have changed. It was also so elegant, clean and tidy. He was excited and ran to his son's bed to hold his hand. "Son, wake up quickly. Mom has made the tent into the shape you like. Mom will also make tea for you …"

Lu Wenlong's eyes were still tightly shut, he was still unconscious.

He suddenly turned around and looked at Hua Rong, "During the plague earlier this year, my biological sons have all but died. I am also very sad, once asked god to do medicine, want to have their own son... But now, if Wen Long is able to wake up, I would rather not have my own biological son in this lifetime! "

Hua Rong's heart trembled.

Compared to Jin Wushu's sweet talk with him, these words were completely different. It was a type of intense impact. At this moment, he was not putting on an act. He was not putting on an act at all. Instead, he was expressing his deepest fatherly love, the most sincere emotion a man could possess.

It was a kind of female instinct, and for the first time in his life, the treacherous and sinister Fourth Prince could be so sincere!

She closed her eyes and did not say anything. After a while, she took out the medicine bottle from her bosom. She reckoned that it was about time and gave her son two more pills.

Jin Wushu also extended his hand to touch it, this time, his son's breathing evidently became more even. His heart was slightly relaxed as he looked at the clothes on the mattress. They were tiger, leopard and after a few simple seams, they were inlaid with a few simple tortoises, shells and the like. They looked beautiful and elegant, all of them were Lu Wenlong's winter clothes.

He laughed, "Hua Rong, your son has always kept the tiger-skin garment that you made for him in the Oolong Town back then. Later on, he grew up and couldn't wear it anymore. He kept it all the time and refused to throw it away. This child … "

"Fourth Prince, if your child wakes up, I'll also make you a tiger-skin garment."

Jin Wushu opened his mouth wide, but suddenly turned his head, his eyes dry and astringent. Only after a long while did he turn around. At this time, Hua Rong had already taken out the medicine and started to clean the surface of his son's wounds.

She was almost at a loss for words, "Hua Rong, you can actually bring your son over. I swear that I will treat him the same way I treated Wen Long …"

Hua Rong laughed, and her hand that was smeared with medicine also couldn't help but stop for a moment. Let Jin Wushu raise and take care of Yue Pengju's son? Could it be that Pengju was not going to jump out of the Nine Springs out of anger?

She was shocked by this strange thought. If there really was something that could enrage Peng Gao and bring him back to life, wouldn't that be great? And the Big Brother Lu, was he dead or alive? Where was he? Why had he disappeared without a trace?

She silently chanted three times in her heart: Pengju, you have to protect Wen Long when he wakes up.

Jin Wushu looked at the strange, gentle smile on her face. This was the first time he had seen her since she had returned, and only then did he realize that she was dressed completely in the Hu woman's tight-fitting clothes. It was a very convenient hunting suit, as if he was someone who could step onto a long journey or a battlefield at any time. However, even this simple attire could not hide her familiar elegance, especially when she smiled like this. His every action was filled with the gentlest of feminine and maternal charms.

His heart was agitated and she could not control herself, "Hua Rong, you have been wandering around the country all these years. Don't you want to live a peaceful life? Stay, will you? At least, I can take care of you, and I can also take care of your son so that both of you will have no worries. Besides, Wenlong Child, he likes you so much that he thinks of you as his own mother. How can you bear to leave him after he wakes up? "

The smile on her face deepened. That's right, Wen Long had awoken, so how could she bear to leave him again?

Because of this strange laughter, Jin Wushu's tightly clenched fists loosened, as if a great world of negotiations had finally come to an end. Could it be that his son's injury was an opportunity for him? If not for that, how many times had he seen Hua Rong smile like that?

He had countless of women, and had always enjoyed the flattery and flattery of his wives. At one time, he did not understand the sincerity and hypocrisy of a woman, but he knew very well who would smile the most, and who would serve him the most comfort. Even so, he understood that the previous period of Hua Rong's deliberate gentleness was not real;

At this moment, however, it was different. The warm smile, the warmth of spring, and the sincerity of her heart.

For a moment, he realized that in his entire life, he had never been so close to this woman's heart before.

This small tent had practically become a small treasure trove.

The luxury goods that the Fourth Prince had brought along, the wolf master's rewards, the treasures that he had plundered from inside and outside the Yanjing, as well as the treasures that the powerful officials had bribed him with, were all piled up in the huge boxes in the corner. Normally, when Hua Rong saw these things, she would be overjoyed. She was calculating how many weapons she would be able to get for the Da She Tribe. But at this moment, she had no thoughts and did everything she could to treat her son.

Although his son did not die, he did not wake up. The consequences of dragging on like this were truly hard to predict.

At the same time, both of them were feeling uneasy inside the tent.

Ever since that day when he cut Wang Junhua down, Fourth Prince no longer stayed in the big tent for the night. He stayed in the small tent all day and all night, saying that he was waiting for his son.