After all, Jiang Yunzhuo was not gentle enough. After tossing her until midnight, Huarong was so painful that she vomited blood. Then she fell ill and had to drink decoction for more than half a month before she could move around.
Xu Shi felt guilty. Jiang Yunzhuo was very good to Huarong these days. He would visit her whenever he had time and even give her medicine himself. When Huarong got better, Jiang Yunzhuo would take her to the theater to listen to music. Let the children relax.
At the beginning of winter, the weather became colder and colder. Hua Rong had just recovered from a serious illness and was a little afraid of the cold. As soon as she walked to the door of the house, she was so cold that she sneezed.
Jiang Yunzhuo then realized that Huarong didn't hold the heater and her hands were cold from the cold, so he immediately dealt with the accompanying servants.
Huarong had never been treated with such attention before, and she was a little uneasy. She said in a low voice: "It's the slave who forgot to take the heater. I don't blame them."
Jiang Yunzhuo ignored what she said, took off his coat and put it on her, and carried her directly into the carriage.
The theater was in the south of the city, and all the actors who could sing in the garden were famous actors. Although Huarong didn't know how to watch operas, she was attracted to it. Just because she praised the actors, Jiang Yunzhuo stayed to have dinner with her, and even I performed a performance for her alone.
In the following days, Jiang Yunzhuo took Hua Rong to lake tours, mountain climbing, and even took her to stay in a villa.
There were few people in Zhuangzi and there were few rules. Jiang Yunzhuo fished in the river and roasted them for Huarong to eat. He also climbed a tree to pick the wild fruits that Huarong wanted to eat. He also made a wooden hairpin for Huarong.
The wooden hairpin was actually very rough and not pretty at all, but when Jiang Yunzhuo inserted the wooden hairpin into Huarong's head, Huarong's heart still beat uncontrollably.
A long time later, Hua Rong still remembered that the moonlight that night was very cold, the night wind was very cold, but Jiang Yunzhuo's lips were soft and warm.
She didn't respond, just stood there like a wooden block, her heart beating like thunder.
The next day, news came from the mansion that Mrs. Yin was ill. Jiang Yunzhuo immediately rushed home. Huarong originally wanted to go back with him, but the servant who sent the message said that Mrs. Yin did not want to see her, so she continued to stay. In other villages.
Huarong thought she would just have to wait a few days, but she didn't expect that as soon as Jiang Yunzhuo left, the village was robbed.
The thief didn't come for money, his target was her.
Huarong was knocked unconscious and tied to a ruined temple. When she woke up, she met Sun Hanxiu, the third son of the Minister of Rites.
After so many days of recuperation, the injuries on his face were basically healed, but his eyes were very vicious.
He held Huarong's chin and looked at her for a long time, and said with a half-smile: "She is a bit handsome, but she is not beautiful. Why are you so fascinated by him?"
Sun Hanxiu made it clear that he had a grudge against Jiang Yunzhao, so he deliberately retaliated.
Huarong's mouth was tightly blocked and she couldn't speak. Only her eyes rolled around, frightened and frightened, like a small animal falling into a trap.
Sun Han was very interested in repairing the product. He also felt that the skin on his fingertips was delicate and soft, and he couldn't help but feel a little itchy.
"Don't be afraid. As long as you accuse Jiang Yunzhu of secretly sleeping with that bitch named Xiao, I promise not to hurt you, and I will let you enjoy endless glory and wealth for the rest of your life."
She was so white and her skin was so delicate. With just a little force, Sun Hanxiu pinched a red mark on her chin.
Didn't you say that you were a rude servant? Why is it so tender?
Sun Hanxiu felt pity for the beauty and pulled off the cloth from Huarong's mouth.
Hua Rong took a few breaths and said hurriedly: "Master Sun, I don't know anything. Please let me go!"
Hua Rong had never experienced this kind of thing. As she spoke, her eyes became red and mist formed in her eyes.
Like mountains in the distance, shrouded in mist and mist, they are beautiful, clear and ethereal.
Sun Hanxiu's Adam's apple rolled up and his eyes darkened.
