Just when a mysterious caravan settled in the store next door, a group of special guests came to the backyard of the prefect's mansion separated by a wall.
Western Liaoning is a place where the Gongsun family has cultivated and occupied for a long time. Since Gongsun Jing became the prefect, the prefect's mansion has been used as a nest and has undergone major renovation and expansion projects several times.
In the temple, there are many towers and pavilions in the deep courtyard with high walls.
Within the official residence, Gongsun Jing's private residence is even more gorgeous.
The house is worth a lot of money, the doors are heavy and the fans are open, there are hanging kudzu and weeping flowers in the courtyard, and there are strange rocks and wonderful scenery.
In the corner of this courtyard, a house is still closed in this hot summer.
A group of people approached quickly.
The two doors opened with a creak and closed again.
There is actually a thick curtain hanging inside this door, and there are several braziers placed in front of the door.
There was a lingering odor lingering in the room. In order to dispel the odor, expensive Pixiang incense was burned, mixed with the smell of decoction, and the smell and fragrance were mixed for a while, which made people feel sick.
As soon as the dusty visitor entered the house, the smell in the room became a little more complicated.
The tall man in the head took off his bamboo hat, revealing his long hair.
The abnormal temperature in the room seemed not to affect him. He stepped forward on the white long-haired sheepskin blanket.
Behind the heavy curtains is a sleeping bed.
The sleeping bed is covered with thick and soft mattresses.
A skinny man was lying on a thick mattress, his skinny body almost sinking into the mattress.
His eyes were out of focus, looking at Chengchen above the sleeping bed. Even the whites of his eyes were the color of waxy phlegm, covered with a layer of nebula, like two pebbles.
Both cheeks were missing large chunks of flesh and blood, leaving only strands of gray flesh barely holding them together. The chin, without the support of flesh and blood, drooped to one side.
The two lips shrank into two shriveled strips of flesh, exposing the incomplete gums.
There are only a few upper and lower incisors protruding in the mouth. The rest of the molars and tongue are completely missing.
He just opened his mouth like this, exposing his black hole-like throat, and when he gasped he made a sound like a deflating balloon.
The man who strode closer used the dim light to see clearly the disheveled person lying on the bed, but for a moment he did not recognize that person.
The person lying on the bed is more like a weird rabbit or a dog than a human being. The protruding incisors make him look more like a weird rabbit or a dog.
After pausing and identifying for a long time, the man finally confirmed the identity of the person sleeping on the bed based on the familiarity between his eyebrows.
"Aduna."
The middle-aged man looked up to the sky and let out a sad cry, like an old dog that had lost its puppies.
He took three steps and then two steps forward, wanting to hold the hand of the person on the mattress.
But the veins on the sallow arms were clearly visible, and they were so thin that only a thin layer of skin wrapped around the bones.
The man raised his hand helplessly, not daring to touch it. He was afraid that if he applied more force, he would break that arm.
He pressed his forehead against the hard edge of his sleeping bed, tears streaming down his rough face exposed to the sun and rain.
"Aduna." After a long time, the man straightened up and called out in Wuhuan language.
The person on the sleeping bed didn't even move his eyes, he just looked at the top of the sleeping bed and made a terrible breathing sound in his chest.
Just as the man was getting desperate, the person on the bed suddenly moved his hands and feet.
But before he could be happy, the small shaking of his hands and feet turned into violent twitching.
The person on the bed was like a corpse that had been awakened from a coffin, with its jaw tilted to one side and its head shaking constantly.
Although no sound was made, the man seemed to hear a desperate cry echoing in his ears.
"Gongsun Jing!" The man howled and called out a name, "Why?"
Why let his nephew live like this?
Gongsun Jing, standing far away with her face hidden in the darkness, showed no reaction to the man's angry questioning.
He raised his sleeves to cover his nose, not looking in the direction of the bed. He was afraid that if he took one more look, he would forget the beautiful face of the woman he missed in his heart.
Instead, there was this monster-like appearance on the bed.
Even if this monster is his son.
Gongsun Jing waved, and an old man who had been standing behind the curtain slowly walked out with an inexplicable expression.
He had a gray beard and a medicine box on his shoulder.
Walking to the bedside, he opened the medicine box and took out first a copper tube and then a bottle with a cork.
While he was doing these movements, Aduna, who was sleeping on the bed, struggled and twitched more and more violently.
"what are you up to?"
The man with long hair who had cried earlier still had tears on his face. When he saw that the old man was about to stuff the copper pipe into Aduna's mouth, even though he knew that he was a Han healer, he still couldn't help but stretched out his hand to stop him.
"Don't worry, it's just numbing powder." The old man raised the bottle in his hand.
Open the cork and the floral fragrance in the bottle comes out.
"He took a lot of stimulants and his blood vessels were smooth. Even Wu Shi Powder could no longer stop the pain. Only the forced administration of Ma Fei Powder could make him suffer less."
Not much though.
"To add to the fun?" The curly-haired man felt for a moment that he didn't speak Chinese well, and he heard something wrong and understood something wrong.
"Things to add to the fun?" he repeated in disbelief, looking at Gongsun Jing a few steps away.
Gongsun Jing looked away, with a look of unbearable expression on his face and no words.
"Something to add to the fun?" The fair-haired man stood up abruptly and subconsciously touched the location of the weapon on his waist.
But came up empty.
When he entered the prefect's mansion, he was disarmed.
Seeing his crazy look, Gongsun Jing sighed, "Aduna, I don't have any children yet, so I must let him leave a son and a half."
It's best to be a daughter, a girl like her grandmother.
Gongsun Jing seemed to be recalling some good past events, with some emotion on his face.
No matter what, he couldn't let Aduna die like this.
Abdulna is like a souvenir. Before it breaks into pieces, he must find a replacement.
The fair-haired man's hands couldn't stop shaking: "Is this how you treat my sister's child?"
"After your brother-in-law slaughtered the tribe and killed my sister, is this how you treated the son she left behind?"
The man thought it was ridiculous. The Han people always said that they were aggressive barbarians, but compared with the words and deeds of the man in front of him, who were the barbarians?
Suddenly feeling ridiculous, the man suppressed the scowl on his face and turned to watch the old man insert the copper tube into Aduna's throat and pour some medicine into it.
The medicinal liquid overflowed a little, exuding the floral fragrance of Datura.
For a long time, the man watched as the twitching of Abdul's hands and feet gradually subsided.
For a moment, he wanted to stretch his big palm to Aduna's neck, break his neck, and free him.
But he finally suppressed it rationally. If he did this, he was afraid that he would not be able to leave the prefect's mansion or this Han land.
The man closed his eyes in pain and prayed sincerely:
Aduna, die quickly.
God, let him be free.
(Written yue!!! It’s 7 o’clock in the morning! Destroy it! This world cannot be better!)
