Nightshade's frightened eyes reflected his uncle's hideous face. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Her uncle stood in his old age, and before he was confused, he so absurdly pressed his young daughter, who was powerless to resist, under his fat body, with a sloppy face and sloppy clothes, unkempt and untidy.

The hands that were as astringent as knives had reached the most intimate part of her woman's body. The uncle's body leaned down, grabbed her shoulder with one hand, and rubbed it in the belly with the other, and as the kneading action accelerated, Nightshade heard his breath in his ears becoming more and more rapid, and something seemed to be expanding viciously under her body, so that she could not breathe.

"Nightshade...... Uncle treats you well...... How much food is needed to raise you as an adult, you should also ...... Repay your uncle......"

"Let it go...... Put...... Open my ...... "Nightshade no longer wants to call the inferior person in front of him uncle.

But the more the nightshade struggled, it made the man more and more painful. The man's face stepped forward in disregard, and the young cheeks of the nightshade ached from the unrepaired stubble and the smell of wine. The sinful hand seemed to have rubbed enough of the nightshade's chest, and slowly moved downward......

That year, Nightshade was only nine years old.

The temperature in the Kwai Ling Pavilion was cool and slightly moist, and she chose a sandalwood incense to burn in the white jade incense burner before going to the Nanling Palace, and now the remaining fragrance is still faintly wafting in this huge piano hall. That sandalwood is a gift from Fuxuan's gratitude or an apology for her orchard spring exam, and the nightshade is not used, not because it is not despised, but because it is reluctant to use it.

With this aroma, she walked carefully to the bedroom, and she no longer wept, not because she was not sad, but because she had shed all her tears.

She slowly shed the flowing skin on her body, her body twitched from the pain, and a plain white light and shadow slowly slipped from the snow-white skin, the material draped and supple, stacked casually at her bare ankles.

Not only on the neck, arms, back, but also on the chest, there are dazzling blood marks.

She bowed her head slightly, chuckled at herself, looking at this devastated figure, in the end, she was a cultivator, and she did not feel self-pity, but she had some sense of renunciation and ridiculousness.

Nightshade opened a box of pear blossom wooden boxes, her objects are delicate and delicate, the box is made of exquisite materials, soaked in spices, no rot and beetle, the value is 100 times higher than the ordinary brocade box inlaid with gold, silver and jade. But such a box would be used by ordinary women to store jewelry, but nightshade took out a small porcelain bottle of medicine from it.

Secret Dew of Flowers.

She has wounds on her body, and it is indeed appropriate to use this thing to heal and soothe her wounds. She only wanted to find a bottle of ordinary gold sore medicine so that the wound would not become inflamed by the abscess, and she fiddled with her hands and searched around, but she only found the rare treasure Hundred Flowers Secret Dew, and there was only this bottle.

This bottle of potion was given to her by Sima Xi, but now she has come to heal the injuries caused by Sima Xi for her, which is really ironic.

She dipped her hand in the medicinal juice and rubbed her handkerchief lightly, she thought that her heart was already very calm, but at the moment when she lowered her head and applied the medicinal juice to the wound, she still trembled uncontrollably.

She said to Sima Xi: "After so many years of grievances and grievances, there should always be an end." ”

A few hours ago, it was still inky black, and when she appeared at the gate of the Nanling Palace, she only startled the guards who were keeping vigil. Nightshade's reputation is known to everyone in Jianye City, and her piano skills and arrogant temperament put on a veil of mystery for her.

At such a time and place, there should never be such a woman in front of you.

But nightshade is coming.

The guard knew that he couldn't cope with it, so he hurriedly ran to call Chengji to get up, and Chengji didn't sleep at that time, only after serving Sima Xi after returning to the house, the guard came to report the time, only felt incredible, how many years, she actually went and returned, so she only confirmed to the guard again: "Is it the nightshade of Kwai Ling Pavilion?" The guard was so asked by Cheng Ji, but he was not confident, and trembled back: "Yes...... Yes...... It's the cold and arrogant nightshade girl who dresses up as a man......"

Before Cheng Ji took off his shoes, he rushed to the main gate without changing his clothes. The plain white robe in the distance gently swayed in the night breeze, which was completely different from all the dark and dense jungles around him, Cheng Ji didn't know whether it was panic or surprise, he was a little nervous and itchy, and when he stepped forward, he saw the face of the woman in the door, delicate and beautiful, without powder but naturally carved, it was indeed nightshade.

"Nightshade girl, please come with me. "Cheng Ji is more sensitive than the servants next to him, and the late-night visit of the nightshade must not be so simple as enjoying the flowers and visiting the garden, and she has no one else in the house, so she should just go to find Sima Xi, and Cheng Ji also knows that the nightshade is important in Sima Xi's heart, and he is the kind of person who can drive straight to see him at any time when he is in the Nanling Palace.

Long Kui bowed slightly, did not greet Cheng Ji, only moved behind him with broken steps, her steps were quiet, quieter than the cat's flesh palm, he was flustered, there was nothing to say all the way, only the wind poured into the ears of the two and scratched the crown hair that was also tied up.

In fact, there is no need for Cheng Ji to lead this way, for the structure of this prince's mansion, Nightshade is too familiar, that grass and trees have been gently touched by her palm prints in the past, and there was her pure smile under the black courtyard wall now. But if she went to find Sima Xi by herself, it would be a little weird, and Cheng Ji would appear at the right time to be a guide, just like when she first came to this Nanling Palace, holding Cheng Ji's hand, thinking that the sad life would finally keep the clouds open and see the moon.

When walking to the study, Nightshade and Cheng Ji tacitly looked sideways at the place, where the lights are clear all the year round, but there are differences, if the lights are all bright, it is a person in it, if the lights are a little dim, it is back to the bedroom to sleep, all kinds of light and dark differences, only Chengji such a senior person can distinguish. And nightshade also knows.

"Nightshade girl, come with me to the bedroom. Cheng Ji still said this, so as to ease the atmosphere around the two of them a little.

Nightshade didn't speak, just followed his steps, she didn't have panic or even panic in her heart, just astringent, and even a sense of relief and freedom from the reunion of old enemies, she was tired of seeing everything around this Nanling Palace.

Sima Xi's bedroom lamp was as bright as the two of them expected, and the bright light flowed straight out of the cracks in the windows and doors of the bedroom, forcing the wide lantern hanging outside to lose its brilliance. Cheng Ji opened his mouth and said with a kind smile: "Miss Nightshade, the old servant sent the girl here." The second half of the sentence "so self-cherishing", Cheng Ji did not say anything, but Long Kui tacitly felt it.

Coming in the night, alone, you will have scheming.

Even if the nightshade was silent, how could Cheng Ji not guess it, and how could Sima Xi not guess it.

But just because she is a nightshade, even if she has a murderous intention instead of a scheming heart, Sima Xi will not hesitate to meet her.