Shen Biying

"Ah..." The pain pierced into her heart, and Shuying's breath choked, lying on the couch in pain and heartbroken, looking at the man who bowed his head in the dark.

Xiao Yueshen was catching the blood flowing from her wrist with a jade bowl.

She was afraid of being angry and couldn't stop being sad, and asked him angrily, "You hate me so much, you want to spill my blood to vent your hatred?"

The smell of blood and the ambiguous mixture of the aftermath of love is disgusting.

"Yes, only by bleeding your blood can I vent my hatred."

Xiao Yue touched her eyebrows deeply, pinched her wrist tightly to stop her bleeding, and then casually threw away the injured wrist.

He put on his robe, carefully held half a bowl of blood, and hurriedly left this suffocating place.

Watching helplessly, the back view of him leaving coldly after venting himself as an object, bloodletting like a devil.

Shuying only felt her body fall little by little, as if she had fallen into the [-]th floor of hell with horror.

The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, obscure and cold, and there is no dawn in the world anymore...

Tortured by physical and mental pain for a sleepless night, the woman on the couch was pale, her eyes were empty, lying motionless like a puppet.

The dark red carved door was pushed open, and a lavender brocade-clothed figure walked in with a burst of fragrant wind and a peach-pink face.

Shuying didn't notice it at all, and only came back to her senses when the triumphant and sarcastic voice pierced her heart.

"It's already high in the sun, why hasn't my sister got up yet?" Qu Ningyan stood upright in front of the couch, looking at the sad woman with pity, her eyes darkened.

In the middle, I can't hide the meaning of sarcasm.

"It's no wonder that we have been married for a month, and we have been looking forward to it so hard. Finally, last night, our wish was truly fulfilled. My sister must have been so excited that she couldn't sleep all night."

Covering her face with her hands, she smiled, triumphantly sarcastic, and every nerve in Shuying was so painful that it tensed up to the extreme.

Shuying's breathing was in dull pain, the fingers in the brocade quilt were pinched into the palm of her hand, and the wound cut by the dagger was painful again.

She gritted her teeth and tilted her head, looking at Qu Ningyan who deliberately came to ridicule and ridicule her, she wanted to sit up and stab Qu Ningyan's heart with traces of love all over her body.

Thinking of Xiao Yuechen's ruthlessness in using herself as a plaything to vent.

This move only harmed others by eight hundred and hurt oneself by a thousand. It was ridiculously stupid.

Seeing that Xie Shuying was indifferent to her sarcasm, Qu Ningyan became more complacent, and smiled to let the servant girl in.

Sitting in front of the couch, she brought the medicine brought by the maid to Xie Shuying, "I made some soup for my sister to nourish qi and nourish blood, sister, you must drink it, if my sister is drained by bloodletting, my sister will drink it." I feel guilty all my life.”

It was as if the heart had been hit by a arrow, and the pain was unbearable.

Sitting up with a thin and weak body, Shuying gritted her teeth and glared at the proud Qu Ningyan, "You asked him to do this?"

Bullying Shuang Saixue's skin is covered with patches of ambiguous red and purple marks, which make people imagine.

Qu Ningyan smiled as usual, with a sinister cold light hidden in her eyes, she handed the medicine in her hand to Xie Shuying's lips.

Shuying angrily overturned this faction of hypocritical kindness, and the bitter concoction spilled over the ground.

Those pains and grievances turned into bitterness from the tip of the tongue all the way to the heart, like coptis.

The angrier Shuying was, the more proud Qu Ningyan was.

Qu Ningyan got up slowly, and her voice seemed sad but provocative, "Sister, you have misunderstood Ningyan. It is too late for Ningyan to be grateful to her sister. How can the prince do something to hurt her? It's just that sister's hit is Ningyan's solution." Medicine, Congealing Smoke can be used to cure heart disease, only the blood of people who were born during the cloudy year and the moon and the moon can be used as the medicine.”

Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Xie Shuying held the brocade quilt in disbelief, staring at Qu Ningyan who seemed apologetic, "What did you say?"