Jiang Yunqi was not gentle enough in the end, tossing until the middle of the night, Hua Rong vomited blood in pain, and then he fell ill, and he drank the decoction for more than half a month before he could walk around on the ground.

Xu is guilty of feeling guilty, these days Jiang Yunhua is very good to Huarong, he comes to see her whenever he has time, and personally feeds her medicine, and when Huarong is a little better, Jiang Yunhua takes her to the opera garden to listen to the music and relax.

In winter, the weather is getting colder and colder, Hua Rong is recovering from a serious illness, and he is a little chilly, and he is so cold that he sneezes as soon as he walks to the door of the house.

Jiang Yunhua found that Hua Rong didn't take the stove, and his hands were cold, and he immediately disposed of the accompanying subordinates.

Hua Rong had never been taken so seriously, and she was a little uneasy, and said in a low voice: "It's the slave who forgot to take the stove, don't blame them." ”

Jiang Yunhua ignored what she said, took off his coat and put it on her, and directly carried her into the carriage.

The opera garden is in the south of the city, and those who can sing in the garden are all famous actors, although Huarong doesn't know how to watch the play, but she is also attracted, just because she praised Danjiao'er, Jiang Yunhua left someone to eat with her, and also performed for her alone.

In the following days, Jiang Yunhua took Huarong to swim in the lake and climb the mountain, and also took her to live in Beizhuang.

There are few people in Zhuangzi and few rules, Jiang Yunhua fished in the river and roasted it for Hua Rong to eat, and personally climbed the tree to pick the wild fruits that Hua Rong wanted to eat, and also made a wooden hairpin for Hua Rong.

The wooden hairpin was actually very rough and not good-looking at all, but when Jiang Yunhua inserted the wooden hairpin into Hua Rong's head, Hua Rong's heart still throbbed uncontrollably.

After a long time, Hua Rong still remembered that the moonlight was very cold that night, the night wind was very cold, but the lips kissed by Jiang Yunqi were soft and warm.

She didn't respond, she stood like a log, her heart pounding like thunder.

On the second day, news came from the house that Yin was sick, Jiang Yunhua immediately rushed home, Hua Rong originally wanted to go back together, but the messenger said that Yin didn't want to see her, so she continued to stay in Beizhuang.

Hua Rong thought that it would be good to wait for a few days, but she didn't expect that as soon as Jiang Yunhua left, Beizhuang would be robbed.

The thieves didn't come for money, they targeted her.

Hua Rong was stunned and tied to a broken temple, and when she woke up, she saw Sun Hanxiu, the third son of the Ministry of Rites.

After recuperating for so long, the injury on his face was basically healed, but his eyes were very resentful.

He pinched Huarong's chin and looked at it for a long time, and said with a smile: "He looks a little good, but it's not a national beauty, why are you fascinated by him like this?" ”

Sun Hanxiu made it clear that he hated Jiang Yunhua, so he deliberately retaliated.

Hua Rong's mouth was blocked and she couldn't speak, only a pair of eyes were rolling, frightened and frightened, like a small animal that had fallen into a trap.

Sun Hanxiu tasted two points of fun, and 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 identify Jiang Yunhua as secretly having an affair with the slut surnamed Xiao, I promise that I will not hurt you, and I will let you enjoy endless glory and wealth for the rest of your life."

The flowers were white, and the skin was delicate, and Sun Hanxiu pushed a little hard, and pinched a red mark on her chin.

Don't you say it's a rough maid? Why is it so tender?

Sun Hanxiu felt pity for the fragrance and jade, and tore off the cloth in Hua Rong's mouth.

Hua Rong gasped twice, and said hurriedly: "Sun Gongzi, the slave and maid don't know anything, please let the slave and maid go!" ”

Hua Rong had never experienced such a thing, and as she spoke, her eyes turned red, and her eyes were misty.

It is like a distant mountain with layers of mountains and greenery, shrouded in misty smoke and rain, beautiful and clear, and ethereal.

Sun Hanxiu's Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes darkened.