Lingzhi City is too guarded

Just when a mysterious caravan was settling down in the next city, a group of special guests came to the backyard of the Taishou Mansion across the wall.

Liaoxi is the place where the Gongsun clan has been entrenched for a long time, since Gongsun Jing was appointed as the Taishou, the Taishou Mansion has been used as a nest, and several times the renovation and expansion of the civil engineering have been carried out.

In the temple, there are heavy buildings and pavilions in the high walls and deep courtyards.

In the residence of the chief official, Gongsun Ying's personal private residence is even more gorgeous and abnormal.

The house is more than a thousand gold, the heavy door is opened, and there are hanging arrowroot hanging roses in the courtyard, strange stone wonders.

In the corner of the courtyard, a house was still closed in the heat of summer.

The group approached quickly.

The doors creaked open and closed again.

There was a heavy curtain hanging inside the door, and several braziers were placed in front of the door.

There was a stench that could not be dissipated in the room, and in order to dispel this stench, expensive incense was burned, and then mixed with the smell of decoction, which was mixed with smell and disgusting.

As soon as the dusty people entered the house, the smell in the room was a little more complicated.

The tall man at the head took off his hat and showed his hair.

The unusual temperature of the room did not seem to affect him, and he strode forward on the white wool sheepskin blanket in it.

Behind the curtain was a bed.

The bed was covered with thick, soft mattresses.

A thin man lay on a thick mattress, his bony body almost sinking into the mattress.

His eyes were out of focus, looking at Chengchen above the bed, even the whites of his eyes were sallow, thick phlegm, covered with a layer of shells, like two pebbles.

There was a large piece of flesh missing from his cheeks, and only the wisps of gray flesh were barely grasping, and his chin was not supported by flesh and blood, hanging and crooked to the side.

The two lips shrunk into two shriveled strips of flesh, revealing mutilated gums.

There are only a few upper and lower front teeth protruding from the mouth. The rest of the molars and tongue were completely missing.

He just opened his mouth, revealing his throat like a black hole without concealment, and made a balloon leaking sound as he gasped.

The man who strode closer, and when he saw the man with the disheveled hair in the bed through the dim light, he did not recognize the man for a moment.

The man lying on the bed is not so much a human being, and the protruding front teeth make him more like a weird rabbit, or a canine.

After pausing and recognizing it for a long time, the man finally confirmed the identity of the person on the bed by virtue of the familiarity between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Aduna."

The middle-aged man raised his head to the sky and let out a mournful cry, like an old dog that had lost its cubs.

He stepped forward in three steps and two steps, trying to take the hand of the man in the mattress.

But the sallow arms were covered with green tendons, and they were so thin that only a thin layer of skin was wrapped around the bones.

The man raised his hand helplessly, not daring to touch it, he was afraid that if he pushed harder, he would break the arm.

He pressed his forehead against the hard side of the bed, tears streaming down his rough face in the sun and rain.

"Aduna." After a long time, the man straightened up and called out in the Wuhuan language.

But the person on the bed didn't even move his eyes, just looked at the top of the bed, and the terrible breathing sound came from his chest.

Just as the man was gradually despairing, the person on the bed suddenly moved his hands and feet.

But before he could be happy, the small tremor of his hands and feet turned into violent convulsions.

The person sleeping on the bed was like a dead body that had been woken up from a coffin, his chin tilted to the side, and his head was constantly shaking.

Although he didn't make a sound, the man seemed to hear a desperate wail echoing in his ears.

"Gongsun Ying!" The man howled out a name, "Why? ”

Why let his nephew live like this?

Standing in the distance, Gongsun Ying's face was hidden in the darkness, and he did not respond to the man's angry questioning.

He raised his sleeves to cover his nose, but his eyes did not look in the direction of the bed, he was afraid that if he looked at it twice, he would forget the beautiful face of the woman he missed in his heart.

Instead, the monstrous look of the bed.

Even if the monster was his son.

Gongsun Ying beckoned, and an old man who had been standing behind the curtain walked out slowly with an inexplicable look.

He had gray hair and carried a medicine box on his shoulder.

Walked to the edge of the bed, opened the medicine box, and took out a copper tube and then a bottle with a cork.

As he did these movements, the bed's Aduna struggled and twitched more and more violently.

"What are you going to do?"

The bearded man who had cried earlier still had tears on his face, and when he saw that the old man was about to put the brass pipe into Abuna's mouth, even though he knew that he was a Han healer, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to stop him.

"Don't worry, it's just a boiling of numbness." The old man raised the bottle in his hand.

Uncork the bottle and the floral fragrance comes out.

"He has taken a lot of things to help him, and his blood is unimpeded, even Wushisan can no longer stop the pain, and only by pouring it hard can he suffer less."

It's not much, though.

"Something to cheer up?" For a moment, the bearded man felt that he was not good at Chinese, that he had heard something wrong, and that he had misunderstood something.

"Something to cheer up?" He repeated incredulously, looking at Gongsun Ying a few steps away.

Gongsun Ying looked away, his face seemed to show unbearable expression, and he was speechless.

"Something to cheer up?" The bearded man stood up violently, subconsciously touching the position of the weapon at his waist.

But it was empty.

When he entered the Taishou Mansion, he was removed from his weapon.

Seeing his crazy look, Gongsun Ying sighed leisurely, "Aduna, there is no heir yet, so I want him to leave a son and a half daughter." ”

Preferably a daughter, a girl like her grandmother.

Gongsun Ying seemed to recall some beautiful old days, and her face showed some emotion.

In any case, he couldn't just let Aduna die.

Abdul Na was like a memento that he had to find a replacement before he could break it.

The bearded man's hand couldn't stop trembling: "Is this how you treat the child left by my sister?" ”

"After your brother-in-law slaughtered the tribe and killed my sister, did you treat the son she left behind?"

The man thinks it's ridiculous, the Han people always say that they are the barbarians, but compared to the words and deeds of the person in front of them, who is the barbarian?

Suddenly feeling ridiculous, the man restrained the anger on his face, and turned his head to see the old man insert the copper pipe into Aduna's throat and pour some potion into it.

The liquid spilled out some, giving off the floral scent of a glittering mandala.

For a long time, the man watched as the twitching of Adu's hands and feet gradually subsided.

For a moment, he wanted to put his big palm on Abuna's neck and break his neck so that he could be freed.

But after all, he pressed it sensibly, if he did so, he was afraid that he would not be able to get out of this Taishou Mansion and not be able to get out of this Han land.

The man closed his eyes in pain and prayed sincerely:

Abduna, die quickly.

Heavens, let him be free.

(Written yue!! It's 7 o'clock in the morning! Destroy! The world couldn't be better! ）