Crossing the Palace Fighting Fox Harem

Chapter 498 Looking for Medicine at Midnight

That night, Hua Rong tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Concubine An was right. She had lost her self-esteem and was just a stray dog ​​living in the world. The only person she wanted to protect was her sister. If she didn't get the medicine, she could only watch her sister suffer, which was definitely not what she wanted.

At about three o'clock in the morning, Hua Rong finally got out of bed, put on her clothes quietly, and walked towards the orchard in the dark.

She didn't carry a lantern, but walked quickly along the sparsely traveled path in the dim moonlight. Not only was there no guard patrolling this path at night, but even during the day, few people passed by, so the stone slabs were all covered with moss, and after being soaked in the cold night dew, it became even more slippery and difficult to walk on. In addition, Huarong's steps were hurried, and she almost fell several times.

About two quarters of an hour later, Hua Rong finally arrived at the orchard. Once in the orchard, she was safe, with the fruit trees providing shelter and no need to worry about being caught. Panting, Hua Rong slowed down her pace and raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead.

Finally, she finally came to the peach tree where she met Concubine An during the day. Going further, she came to the manure pond where the antidote was buried.

Another stench hit her in the face, particularly pungent in the night wind. Hua Rong subconsciously covered her nose and looked around. Not far away there was a long corridor with eaves, where some tools such as brooms and hoes were placed. Hua Rong hurried over, took a hoe with the longest wooden handle, and returned to the manure pit again.

The manure pit was not deep, and the hoe just touched the bottom after being put down. It had just rained a few days ago, and the dirt in the manure pit was half thin and half thick, just like the state of porridge that has been cooked for half an hour and slightly condensed. Hua Rong put the hoe into the manure pit, slowly moved the hoe, and searched in the pit inch by inch.

After being in the stench for a long time, her sense of smell seemed to be paralyzed, and her perception of the stench became increasingly dull. Hua Rong closed her eyes and tried not to look at the filth. Because as soon as she looked at it, a sour feeling would rise in her throat.

After a long time, she finally felt the hoe touch something. She circled the object with the hoe again and roughly felt the shape of the object. Yes, it was the medicine bottle that Concubine An threw down.

Hua Rong immediately perked up, leaving all the pain and grievances behind. She hooked the porcelain bottle with the hoe and gently lifted it up. However, at this moment, she felt a strange feeling in her hand. As a result, Hua Rong only lifted up a bare wooden handle, and the iron hoe part fell into the manure pool. The hoe was half broken and was thrown by the fruit farmer on the corridor. It had not been used for a long time.

Huarong looked at the bare wooden handle and let out a long sigh. She threw the wooden handle at her feet, turned around and ran to the corridor again, looking for other tools. However, there were only brooms tied with bamboo strips, dustpans woven with bamboo strips, and scissors for pruning branches. There was not a single usable one.

Helpless, Hua Rong had to return to the manure pit empty-handed, staring at the location of the porcelain bottle.

I knew the porcelain bottle was there, but I couldn't get it. At this time, the eastern sky was gradually emitting a faint white light, and it would be dawn soon.

Hua Rong was at a loss as to what to do and lowered her eyes. At that moment, she made a decision.

There was not much time to think or hesitate. She took off her coat, rolled up her sleeves, and finally lifted the hem of her skirt, tying it around her waist, exposing her bare legs. Then she took a deep breath, slowly came to the side of the manure pit, turned her back, squatted down, supported herself on the ground with her hands, and then slowly put her right leg into the pit.

When Tiptoe just dreamed of those filth, she shuddered all over and her legs were covered with goose bumps.

He closed his eyes in pain and took another deep breath. Slowly, slowly, he lowered his entire calf.

The filth just reached below her knees, and the bottom of the manure pit was slippery and difficult to stand on. Then, Huarong stretched out her left leg again.

After both feet were standing in the manure pit, he slowly turned around, facing the place where the porcelain bottle sank, and approached it little by little.

The manure pit was only slightly larger than an ordinary wooden table. Hua Rong only moved forward half a step or so and came to the position of the porcelain vase. Her toes had already touched the iron hoe that had fallen into the manure pit. The porcelain vase should be not far from her toes. She held her breath, bent down, and slowly reached her hand into the filth. The terrible touch almost made her faint, but the next moment, she finally touched the porcelain vase.

Suddenly, her eyes brightened up, and she almost forgot her situation. She grabbed the porcelain vase and turned to run to the pond. She turned so fast that her feet slipped. Fortunately, the manure pond was small, and Huarong threw herself to the side of the pond and grabbed the weeds by the pond tightly, so she didn't fall in.

Hua Rong climbed out of the manure pit and sat on the ground for a long time without being able to move. In fact, it only took half a quarter of an hour to get out of the manure pit, but it felt like hundreds of years. After a long time, her stiff legs finally regained consciousness. Hua Rong slowly stood up, wiped the soles of her feet hard on the grass, then picked up her coat on the ground with her other clean hand and staggered to the well not far ahead...

With every step, my mind became clearer. Who am I? What dignity do I have?

Since there is no such thing, then forget it. As long as my sister can survive, as long as my sister doesn't have to suffer, it doesn't matter what I become...

Even if I become a murderer, even if I go to hell after death, as long as my sister no longer suffers, no longer suffers, and no longer sheds tears...

No matter how great the insult is or how great the sin is, you must hold on.

The porcelain bottle was well sealed and the cork was tightly plugged in. Hua Rong washed it with water dozens of times, almost washing off the glaze on the outside of the porcelain bottle, before finally stopping.

After trying very hard to pull the cork out, she could not get it out. With no other options left, Huarong had to smash the porcelain vase.

With a crisp sound, the porcelain bottle broke into pieces, revealing dozens of pills wrapped in oil paper. Not a drop of water had entered the inside of the porcelain bottle, and it was as dry as if it had just been exposed to the sun. The pills were also very clean. After opening the oil paper, you can see that these round pills are emitting a faint soft light.

It was noon. The dazzling sunlight outside had already illuminated the world, but Hua Rong's heart was filled with gloom.

Hua Rong didn't eat breakfast or lunch. Although she was very hungry, she didn't want to eat anything. Her nose seemed to be blocked by the unpleasant odor, and every breath was a great torture. Seeing that the pills were not contaminated, Hua Rong breathed a long sigh of relief, and her whole body softened.

Then she prepared a bath for herself and took a bath all day long.

The maids who lived with Hua Rong all went out to work, and no one noticed her abnormality. Hua Rong had a strange personality, and she did not get along well with the other maids who lived under the same roof, and she had no friends. In addition, she went to Xian Palace to deliver food to Zhao Ji every day recently, and the maids who were afraid of monsters dared not approach her. Hua Rong didn't care, and she felt relaxed when no one paid attention to her. She liked to be alone.

As it was almost evening, Hua Rong tidied everything in the room and then walked towards the princess's mansion with the medicine bottle.

Ever since the secret of Princess Tianning's life was revealed and the Queen Mother passed away, the Princess's Mansion has become much quieter than before.

There were only a handful of palace maids walking around inside, and they didn't talk to each other. The atmosphere in the entire mansion seemed extremely deserted.

There were no guards guarding the door, so Huarong walked straight in and came to Yuemao's room.

Although Yuemao was Tianning's personal maid, Tianning, who was worried after the general broke off the engagement, liked to stay alone in her room and would not allow anyone to get close to her. Therefore, Yuemao spent most of the day alone in her room.

Huarong knocked on the door gently. Yuemao in the room answered and hurriedly opened the door for her.

"Sister." Hua Rong smiled faintly, but her smile was full of sadness.

Yuemao was stunned for a moment, then asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are you worried about something?"

Hua Rong didn't want to make her sister worry, so she shook her head gently and said, "It's okay." She carefully bolted the door before entering the house, and immediately closed all the windows after entering.

Seeing this, Yuemao became even more confused and asked hurriedly, "What happened? Are you in trouble?"

Huarong took Yuemao's hand and pulled her to sit down at the wooden table in the middle of the room. Then she took out a paper bag from her arms and said, "There is no trouble. This is the medicine given by Concubine An." After that, she pushed the paper bag in front of Yuemao.

Yuemao looked down at the paper bag, her brows furrowed instantly, then she quickly opened the bag, revealing dozens of small pills in front of her.

"What's going on?" Yuemao asked hurriedly, with a sense of vigilance in her voice as if she was facing a great enemy.

Hua Rong forced a smile and said, "It was given by Concubine An."

"Why would she give so much?" Yuemao stared at the pills, not daring to even touch them. After a little thought, she suddenly realized something. "Sister, did she force you to do something?" She grabbed Huarong's hand and pulled her in front of her.

Huarong looked away, not daring to look at Yuemao.

Seeing her guilty look, Yuemao was more certain of her guess. "Don't agree to her... Don't agree to anything..." Her voice was already choking. Even though she didn't know what Concubine An wanted Huarong to do, Yuemao kept persuading Huarong not to agree.

Hua Ronghui held Yuemao's hand, smiled faintly and said, "It's okay, don't worry."

"What is going on? You must tell me, don't lie to me." Yuemao held Huarong tighter, and her arms began to tremble slightly, both because she was using too much force and because she felt uneasy.

Hua Rong lowered her head and said nothing, biting her lips tightly.

Seeing that she refused to speak, Yuemao threatened: "If you don't speak, I am not these medicines. Just let me die. I don't want to be a burden to you..."

"Sister." Hua Rong looked up in astonishment, "What are you talking about? Stop talking nonsense!"

Yuemao took a deep breath, tears falling down. "I don't want to be a burden to you... If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be at the mercy of Concubine An... If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have suffered so much..."