love poison

Rong Hua didn't hang the newly painted portrait in the secret room, but walked out of the room with it.

There was a small cauldron in the courtyard, Rong Hua put the portraits into the cauldron, then took out several portraits and put them in carefully one by one, then he took a candle and stood in front of the cauldron, stunned stare.

Up to now is his limit, he has done all the things he has to do, he doesn't want to live like this anymore, now he has to do what he should have done six years ago, he has to leave.

What's more, his body also felt the idea that he didn't want to live. After returning from the capital, he declined in ruins, and he could feel that his time was running out.

It was time to go, but before that, he had to take the most important thing in this world with him, and that was these portraits.

The flame of the candle danced gently in the breeze, reflecting the amber pupils of the man in the portrait.Rong Hua looked at it with tenderness in his eyes. He had already made up his mind, but seeing the person in the portrait smiling at him, he couldn't set his hands on the painting for a long time.

It wasn't until he stood for too long and bursts of unconcealable pain came from his organs that Rong Hua finally made up his mind. He gritted his teeth and thought, I'm going to see him anyway, so why keep these portraits?

He finally moved the flame of the candle to the portrait. After a while, the smell of burning paper came out. The top portrait was burned to a corner, and the hem of the man's clothes in the portrait gradually melted into flames. Ashes, soon, that person will also be burned to ashes.

While the flames were flickering, Rong Hua suddenly felt reluctance to part with him. Even if he burned the portrait of that person, he felt distressed. Before his brain could react, he suddenly called Xin Mu's name, and then pointed his hands into the fire. poke in.

He smelled a smell of burnt flesh, but he didn't stop. In the blazing flames, he scooped up all the portraits.

"Xin Mu! Xin Mu..." Rong Hua shouted full of nostalgia and grief, and frantically swiped at the flames with his body. He couldn't feel the pain or burning at all. Yes, he finally extinguished all the flames, and the parts of those portraits were burned, but they were not burned anyway, and the people in the portraits were still in good condition.

Rong Hua threw himself on the ground, holding those portraits in his arms, the feeling of dizziness just became more and more intense, he was a little delirious, and the figure of Xin Mu appeared vaguely in front of his eyes, as if looking at him laugh.

He stretched out his hand to grab Xin Mu, but what he caught was only a phantom. After that, he finally couldn't see anything, and fell into the darkness completely.

The candle thrown by Ronghua on the ground rolled under the gazebo, and it was still burning tenaciously. The little flames ignited the veil hanging in the gazebo, and the fire of the veil quickly rushed upwards, and the weak The fire is gradually spreading.

And all of this, the comatose Rong Hua was completely unaware.

The servant Jiang Hong asked to stay at the gate of the courtyard was named Liu San'er. He was a young man, usually quite clever, but tonight, for some reason, he was a little slack in explaining to the housekeeper.

Liu San'er stayed at the door until midnight and saw that nothing happened, so she leaned against the door frame and fell asleep dizzily. Liu San'er didn't wake up until she was sweating all over from the heat.

He opened his eyes in bewilderment, smelled the smell of burning wood, rubbed his eyes again, he finally saw clearly, just across the wall, the gazebo of Hongyi Courtyard was on fire!

"Go... let's go!" Liu San'er shouted in a panic, getting up and going to hit the courtyard door, but the heavy courtyard door was not something he could shake alone, Liu San'er panicked for a moment, then quickly calmed down, Immediately he shouted loudly, his voice alone rang out in the silent night, and soon woke up the already sleeping Yue Palace. The heavy courtyard door was knocked open.

The gazebo had burned down to nothing but a shelf, and Rong Hua was lying ten feet away from the gazebo. Fragments of sparks splashed onto his body, and the hem of his clothes seemed to be on fire, but he was still in a coma , holding those paintings tightly in his arms.

"Your Highness!" Jiang Hong hissed, and hurriedly rushed over to stamp out the flames on the hem of his clothes, and then several servants quickly rushed up and moved Rong Hua to another bedroom, and settled Rong Hua on the collapsed bed After that, Jiang Hong reached out to take away the portrait that Rong Hua was holding.He thought it would be difficult to pry Rong Hua's hand, but he just pulled it lightly, and Rong Hua let go of his hand, and his arms fell down limply. Breathing, unexpectedly found that the breath was so weak that it was almost unbearable.

"Come on! Come on!" Jiang Hong yelled in a hurry, "Hurry up, hurry up and go to Jishitang personally to ask for the miracle doctor!"

Another fast-footed boy hurried to Jishitang, and the rest rushed to put out the fire, only Jiang Hong stayed in the dormitory to take care of Ronghua.

Fortunately, the fire was not very hot. Although there were only a dozen or so slaves left in the palace of King Yue, they managed to extinguish the fire quickly after spending some time, but everyone was terrified and guessed that Ronghua didn't want to live anymore and planned to He set himself on fire in the courtyard.

When Ying Xinyuan arrived in a hurry, the news he heard was Rong Hua's death. He was already prepared to see a completely unrecognizable Rong Hua, but when he saw it, he saw that Rong Hua's body was burnt except for his hands. There were no further obvious traumas.

"It shouldn't be serious." Ying Xinyuan comforted Jiang Hong before checking Ronghua's pulse.

Jiang Hong's complexion had just eased up, but Ying Xinyuan's complexion changed drastically. He let go of Rong Hua's wrist abruptly, and opened his eyelids to take a look.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say it's not serious?" Jiang Hong looked at Ying Xinyuan eagerly and asked.

Ying Xinyuan frowned, and said: "The burns are indeed not serious, the serious one is the poison in the hall. It doesn't make sense... Butler Jiang, did your Highness take the Jie□□ pill I sent?"

With a pale face, Jiang Hong said: "Your Highness has been going to war all year round, but at the end of last year and yesterday, the medicine was delivered to the villain twice. Naturally, the villain didn't dare to delay, so he took the medicine and gave it to His Highness. People think His Highness should be...but, but...I didn't see His Highness taking it!"

Ying Xinyuan was silent for a long time, and took Ronghua's pulse again to check. After a while, he let go of Ronghua's wrist, and said heavily: "He hasn't taken medicine for at least two years, and he was injured on the battlefield. Once the body is weak, the poison will be uncontrollable, now..."

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