C509 wake up

The wind was strong in the forest. The horse and the man bumped into each other in the dark, and they lost their direction in a daze. Hua Rong crouched on the ground and carefully listened to the sound of the fallen leaves on the ground. This was another method of distinguishing the direction she had learned from Da She's tribe. After a while, she finally stood up, made up her mind, and headed towards the south.

After exiting the forest, her field of vision widened. Only now did Hua Rong realize that she was near the place where she had fought with Ye Lvlongxu last time. At this point, she would not be far from the savage tribe that the King Qin s were stationed at. Her spirits lifted a little, and she galloped forward.

There was a huge fire and the air was filled with the smell of blood. This was the second time that the savage tribe had suffered such a heavy blow. Both times they fought the Golden Army, although the Golden Army had to pay the price of tens of thousands of people, but they were different from the barbarians, the barbarians' life force was limited, they were few in number, they could only sacrifice one and get rid of one. So, after seeing their father, son or husband's blood again, the tribe became gloomy, even the raging fire could not dispel their sorrow. What was even more terrifying was that this time, their king was lying on the ground, his entire body riddled with wounds. No matter what the Witch Doctor did, he could not open his eyes.

An Zhigang and the others stayed by King Qin's side. From morning until dusk, he had almost lost all hope in the Witch Doctor. He was from the Central Plains and did not trust the witch doctors, but he did not have any better methods now. He could only spread all the collected injurious drug on the King Qin's body in an attempt to heal those wounds.

By evening he could not bear it any longer, and his eyelids fluttered with weariness. As he was dozing off, he suddenly heard a loud noise. He opened his eyes and saw a woman, who turned out to be Hua Rong, in the midst of the wild people. It wasn't easy for Hua Rong to find this place, but because she had left the contract stone in Da She's tribe, she did not bring it with her, so she had lost the proof of the contract. The people who were guarding this "strange" woman saw her clearly for the first time, as if they had seen a monster. Relying on his crappy Chinese, Hua Rong was unable to express her meaning clearly. After a few sentences of conflict, she was pulled up by the natives, thinking that they were spies.

An Zhigang was ecstatic, he anxiously went up and shouted: "Let her go, this is your esteemed guest, your esteemed guest."

The barbarians immediately let go of her. Hua Rong stood stably, and her clothes were all messed up. An Zhigang was overjoyed: "Madam, you finally came."

Hua Rong did not bother to exchange pleasantries with him, she rushed over to take a look, only to see King Qin lying on a thick felt made up by natives. Even though he was surrounded by raging flames, his hands and feet were cold, and his entire body was covered with blood. His lips were tightly shut and his face was like golden paper. His clothes were torn layer upon layer, and blood was congealing on his body. A slight tug would cause him to bleed.

Suddenly, he remembered the day he was chased by Golden Army, and it was the same for King Qin. Would he be able to live through this? She slumped onto the ground beside him, tightly holding onto his hand as tears streamed down her face, "Qin Shangcheng, wake up quickly … "Don't die in front of me …"

Penga was already dead, he wouldn't be able to take the King Qin's death in front of him anymore. She grabbed onto his cold hands, wishing that she could pour all of her strength into him. As long as … as long as he could wake up.

Seeing her crying so miserably, An Zhigang comforted her in a low voice, "Madam, I've just seen the Witch Doctor. The King will show mercy to the heavens …"

Hua Rong couldn't hear what he was saying at all. After parting in a hurry, she did not expect that she and King Qin would meet in such a manner. For the past five hundred kilometers, the Liaoning had properly placed the Little Tiger's head, and even left behind the most important person to help Liu Wu look after the Little Tiger's head. Was this really for Ye Lvdayong, to rule a region?

Who said it wasn't for himself?

In the past, she always resented him for ruining her entire life, but didn't she know that she had also ruined his entire life?

He was present at every moment of life and death, descending like a god. However, he didn't have the ability to turn the tides when he was on the verge of death. He could only watch helplessly as he was injured and killed.

She held his head, tears streaming down her face.

An Zhigang was unable to advise his, and could only stand at the side with drooping hands. His eyes were also wet.

In the middle of the night, the witch doctor began his third jump.

Hua Rong retreated to the side, and looked at the black-robed witch doctor quietly rubbing a strange flower stamen powder all over King Qin's body, turning his entire body into a faint purplish-blue color. Then the Witch Doctor left, expressionless.

Hua Rong anxiously checked, only to see that King Qin was still silent, luckily there was still some heat coming from his nose. She took out some pills from her bosom. Just like how she had saved Lu Wenlong, she didn't care about anything else and helped him up as she gulped them all down. King Qin's body sunk. She hugged his head, and after feeding him the medicine, he pressed her down. Her body became weak, and she almost fell to the ground. An Zhigang anxiously went to support her, but she simply laughed out loud. Because of her haste, her hands had actually touched his lips, touching the hot air that was coming out from King Qin's mouth. It was a symbol of the existence of life!

He didn't die, King Qin didn't die, and he wouldn't die either.

She completely forgot that An Zhigang was still beside her. She sat up with much difficulty and hugged King Qin's head tightly, putting her face on his face. She didn't care while she wiped the purple pollen off her face and said softly, "Qin Shangcheng, you better not die. What should I do when you're dead? "For me, don't die."

Only now did he realize his importance. He was the only person he could rely on in this world, the only family he had other than his two sons. It was even more intimate than family. Only then did he feel tired and warm up against his body. Hua Rong's eyelids drooped, and he slowly fell asleep.

An Zhigang wiped his tears, took out two blankets and covered the two of them, and quietly retreated.

It was a new morning.

Hua Rong opened her eyes and tightly held those two large, powerless hands. She sat up, and King Qin's body started to slowly warm up. She was wild with joy, but she soon discovered that something was wrong. When she touched his forehead, it was indeed scalding hot. King Qin's injuries worsened and she began to have a high fever.

"General An, quickly go find the witch doctor. The king's injuries have worsened, quickly …"

The Witch Doctor hurried over, touched King Qin's head, then looked at his other wounds, and muttered a few words, her face revealing a happy expression. Hua Rong did not quite understand, but she saw that An Zhigang had also revealed a happy expression, and then hurriedly translated for her. "Madam, the witch doctor said that the King's life is no longer in danger."

Hua Rong relaxed a little in his heart and started to laugh heartily. She received the breakfast given to him by a soldier and started to gobble it down. After finishing a large piece of roasted meat, she stopped, looked at King Qin, and suddenly whispered into his ear: "Qin Shangcheng, are you hungry?" She took the fragrant barbecue and put it on his nose. Remembering how he had frightened her back on the island when she had been afraid to eat, he would gruffly pick up a large piece of meat and put it on his plate. "You eat, girl." It was a way for him to express his feelings. He only knew how to take many fine clothes and good things to force himself to accept. A desire for revenge suddenly arose in his heart. How could the current King Qin still see even the slightest trace of the former fearsome and formidable figure? He was as weak as a kitten.

A piece of meat was placed on his lips, but he could not open his mouth. An Zhigang, who was watching from the side, could not understand why Hua Rong was so 'retarded'. He could not help but remind her, "Madam, the King is unable to eat right now."

She smiled but did not reply. She still placed the meat next to his mouth and threatened in a low voice, "Qin Shangcheng, if you don't continue eating, I will teach you a lesson."

At dusk, when King Qin's body was no longer as hot, the Witch Doctor ordered him to be moved to the house. It was a large wooden house, very cold because it could not make a fire. When the King Qin was healthy, it was naturally enough to deal with the cold. However, when he was in a coma due to his injuries, the thick blanket seemed to have lost its meaning and was unable to warm his body.

In the end, it was Hua Rong who came to her senses. She realized that the barbarians did not even know how to light a fire, so she found a large jar and placed a pile of burning charcoal inside the house. After finishing everything, An Zhigang saw that her face was covered with dirt, and anxiously said: "Madam, you've been tired for so long, go and rest."

Hua Rong shook her head and smiled sweetly: "No, I'm not tired."

This was the first time An Zhigang saw King Qin getting injured, and fortunately, Hua Rong was taking good care of him by his side. Seeing that Hua Rong was so adamant on not going to rest, he was secretly happy. "Fine, the King will be very happy to see you as soon as he wakes up. Madam, it's just been hard on you. "

He kept calling her Madam instead of Third Uncle Yang. Hua Rong felt a little uncomfortable, but how could she have the mind to correct these trivial matters? She didn't mind and pretended not to hear it. Seeing that the King Qin's hand was exposed, she immediately extended his hand out, wanting to cover it up.

As soon as his hand touched hers, it was gripped. However, his hands were soft, without the slightest strength. He couldn't even grip steadily. But it was enough to make Hua Rong happy, and she anxiously held onto his hands: "Qin Shangcheng, you're awake? You're awake? "

In his ears, a gentle voice that was like water kept chattering. It was so melodious and warm. He seemed to wake up from a dream, not knowing where he was. King Qin opened his eyes, but he was in a daze. His eyelids were extremely heavy, and his vision seemed to be covered by a ball of fog. However, he recognized that voice. It was a familiar voice. It was only after many years that he was able to hear it.

"Qin Shangcheng, Qin Shangcheng..."

Even though it was right in front of his eyes, he couldn't keep his eyes open. He became angry, as if he wanted to wave away all the darkness that dared to obstruct her. He longed to grab her immediately. "Little girl, little girl …" The voice was stuck in his throat, unable to come out, unable to come out.

Strangely, Hua Rong seemed to have heard him, and happily shook his trembling hand. Seeing his slightly twitching eyelids and opened mouth a few times, Hua Rong whispered into his ear, and said gently: "Qin Shangcheng, you want to speak? "I'm here, I'm here to accompany you."

His expression relaxed, and his eyelids no longer violently trembled. He only held her hand with a little bit of strength, tightly, not letting go no matter what.