Abandoned wife in the bridal chamber: General, you are divorced

Chapter 9
Murong Fengyuan looked down at the motionless girl, the rain was pouring mercilessly on her head and body, the blood had been washed away, revealing the horrific wounds with rolled flesh.

He had never seen a girl who was injured as badly as hers and still kept crying, at least not in his house.

Disgust spread in his heart, mixed with some inexplicable feelings, Murong Fengyuan suddenly withdrew his gaze and got on his horse.

"Tie her behind the horse and drag her back!" He ordered coldly.

Immediately, two guards stepped forward, said "offended", and tied Jun Chuyue's hands with a rope, and tied the other end behind the horse, and then the horse started to gallop.

Her body rubbed against the rough ground. It was dawn, and the horse ran fast again. Jun Chuyue was thrown up and down, and occasionally cut into small wounds by sharp stones. Just when she thought she was about to die At that time, finally, the horse returned to the gate of the general's mansion.

Murong Fengyuan got off the horse, cut off the rope binding Jun Chuyue's hands with one sword, then grabbed her by the hair and dragged her towards Yunge.

boom!
Jun Chuyue was pushed hard into the room.

"I asked you to protect Yinger, is this the result of your protection?" Murong Fengyuan came up from behind, grabbed her by the hair again, lifted her from the ground, and forced her to look towards the bed.

At this moment, he was like an angry lion, with anger radiating from his whole body.

Enduring the pain of scalp tearing, Jun Chuyue struggled to open her eyes, only to see Yun Yueying lying on the bed with her eyes closed tightly, her face glowing with a strange blue color, even her lips were also bruised.

There are several doctors busy to and fro.

"How is it? Have you found out what kind of poison it is?" She heard Murong Fengyuan ask.

The doctor who was questioned wiped his sweat and saluted Murong Fengyuan: "General, the poison that Miss Yun suffered from is extremely strange, it is a mixture of several kinds of strange poisons, among them are heartbroken grass, golden Silk poisonous wood, Yanyu dill, and at least two more unknown poisons. Only when all these poisons are confirmed can we try to prepare antidotes."

"How to confirm?"

"This..." The doctor hesitated, "The fastest way is to test the poison on people, and judge by comparing the symptoms of poisoning. It was only not long ago that the emperor pardoned the world, and there are no death row prisoners in the prison..."

"Then she is."

Murong Fengyuan threw Jun Chuyue to the ground, and said ruthlessly: "If it wasn't for you, Yinger's life and death would not be uncertain now. Yinger suffers, I want you to feel it a thousand times!"

Ah.

Yun Yueying suffered a lot, so she had to feel it thousands of times.

So what did she suffer?
What was the suffering she had suffered?
Yes, she did not protect Yun Yueying well.

But she tried her best to deal with those people, when Yun Yueying was asked to leave first, why didn't she leave?

And...why did her inner strength disappear?

A terrifying thought rolled in her mind, and her already pale face turned even paler.

The moment she was dragged down by the guards, Jun Chuyue suddenly struggled desperately, and she shouted at Murong Fengyuan: "Murong Fengyuan, you can't do this to me! I'm your wife, I was framed, you can't Do this...you really don't remember me?"

do not remember?
Murong Fengyuan looked indifferent.

He has never seen her before, do you remember what he talked about?

The shout gradually became distant, and finally was lost in the sound of rain, and could never be heard again.

Murong Fengyuan turned around, went to the bedside and sat down, gently held Yun Yueying's hand in his palm, and pressed it to his face, his irritability mixed with hostility faded away, and he was as gentle as ever.

After that, Jun Chuyue didn't know how many times she died, and how many times she was pulled back from the gate of hell.

In order to prevent her from really dying during the drug test, the doctors hanged her with ginseng soup every day, and then blended all kinds of violent poisons together and force-fed her down.

The dark room was always filled with her screams of pain, from big to small, until she fainted, and it repeated every day.

Every time is a torture.

Sometimes she felt that her internal organs had been dissolved, and the pain was so painful that she could barely breathe, so she could only open her mouth wide open, sweating layer after layer, forming small puddles around her feet.

Sometimes she felt extremely itchy all over her body, that kind of itch, but her limbs were firmly tied to the wooden stakes. In order to scratch the itches, she struggled like crazy, and in the process, the ropes were deeply wounded. The flesh embedded in the wrist and ankle was bloody.

I don't know how long this day has passed.

At first she screamed because of the unbearable pain. After a long time, she couldn't even make a sound. Her long hair fell down and covered her face like dry grass, and her originally bright eyes lost their luster. If it wasn't for She was still breathing after sniffing, the doctor thought she was a dead person.

Work on testable drugs continues.

Which poisons have been identified, and antidote will be prepared later.

It is still to try the dose on her, and then improve.

Winter is coming soon.

This year's snow is particularly heavy, like goose feathers, and the entire General's Mansion is covered in white.

A doctor hurried into Yunge.

"General, the antidote has been prepared."

Murong Fengyuan stood up abruptly when he heard the words: "Really?"

"Yes, General, fortunately I did not disgrace my life." The doctor called his disciple to come in, took a white porcelain bowl that was still steaming from his hand and opened it: "As long as you take this decoction, the poison on Miss Yun's body will be cured." .”

"I come."

Murong Fengyuan took the decoction without saying a word, supported Yun Yueying with one hand, let her lean in his arms, scooped up the decoction and blew it to cool it, and then carefully put it into her mouth.

After a bowl of decoction was poured down, Yun Yueying finally had a reaction, she frowned and moaned softly, but this little reaction made Murong Fengyuan ecstatic.

The doctor hesitated and asked: "General, Miss Yun is fine, what should Madam do? After all, Madam is the saint of the sacrificial hall, and it was a helpless act to test her medicine before. Now... the general must go to see her." See?"

Jun Chuyue.

While thinking of these three words, the scene of her screaming "Don't you remember me" unexpectedly flashed across my mind that day.

Murong Fengyuan felt irritable for no reason, and the excitement in his heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

"Do as you please!"

He said coldly, and waved the doctor out of Yunge.

"Master, what should we do now?" On the way, the doctor's apprentice couldn't help asking, "However, madam is pitiful enough, she suffered so much for Miss Yun, and in the end the general refused to even see her."

"We can only blame good fortune for tricking people. It's a pity that we were supposed to hang the pot to help the world, but we also became the executioners who hurt people."

(End of this chapter)