Meng Mengmeng's face was ugly, and even because of her beautiful face, there was a sense of Chu Chu moving, but her movements had nothing to do with Chu Chu moving, she pinched Su Musha's neck, and said viciously: "Su Musha, you must not be able to fight this palace, you slut." ”

"I wish you could strangle me."

Su Mu looked at the woman in front of her with a smile, but her eyes were full of frost.

Meng Mengmeng withdrew, she attached herself to Su Musha's ear and said: "Su Musha, your cheap life will be kept first, and the palace will drink another bowl of your blood." ”

Her voice was tinged with anger.

"Someone, bring the bowl of the main palace."

Soon someone brought a jade bowl over, Su Musha naturally recognized this bowl, she had already released blood in this bowl many times.

Su Musha looked at Meng Mengmeng at this time.

"Take a knife and give it to Hongu."

Meng Mengmeng gradually approached Su Musha, Meng Mengmeng really hated Su Musha, this kind of hate is probably a hate that should be there since birth.

The sharp and cold blade pressed against Su Musha's face, and Su Musha looked at the woman with the blade in her hand without fear.

She is not afraid of death, what is the use of this skin if she still wants it.

"I'm going to take blood from your face today."

Viciousness completely replaced the flamboyance on Meng Mengmeng's face, "This palace just wants you to be disfigured, but this palace wants to see if you don't have a prominent family, how can you rob the emperor with this palace without this face?" ”

The cold blade cut through the curtain covering his face, and blood gushed out of it, running down his cheeks to his earlobes, and then to his glaring white hair.

Meng Mengmeng's hand holding the knife was trembling, but the seeds that had been buried in her heart had been completely catalyzed into a big tree, and the woman in front of her now was the woman who was going to take away her throne and her husband.

In Meng Mengmeng's mind, she had to be ruined.

Meng Mengmeng looked at Su Musha in front of her proudly, and motioned to the attendant to take the blood and leave the harem with her, which was shabby and ominous.

Mulan's face was swollen into a big bun, and her face was miserable, when the queen and her party left the cold palace and loosened their confinement on Mulan, Mulan immediately rushed to the house to see her hard-working master.

But as soon as she arrived at the house, Mulan, who was beaten and didn't cry or scream in pain, fell with tears in her eyes.

Su Musha's face had been stained with blood beyond recognition, red blood mixed with white hair, with the most gorgeous colors in the world but also the most miserable situation.

Mulan endured the pain on her face and heart, took a white cloth stained with water, and wiped off the blood stains on her master's face little by little, but after the blood stains on her face wiped the ground, Mulan finally couldn't help it, because there was a fresh scar on that delicate face, from the eyebrows to the chin, like a terrible centipede blooming on Su Musha's face.

"Mulan, don't cry, I'm not afraid of death, so what's the fear of disfigurement?"

Su Musha's voice sounded coldly in this cold room.

"I don't cry, miss, I'll give you some gold sore medicine, it may be a little painful, you must endure it."

Mulan wiped the tears from her face and rummaged through the cabinets to find the half bottle of gold sore medicine.

Mulan looked at the gold sore medicine in her hand, her eyes were full of joy, if she couldn't find this half bottle of gold sore medicine, go to the hospital to borrow it, those hypocrites naturally didn't dare to borrow it, and when the time came, it was naturally Miss who would be offended, thank you for God's blessing, you can find this half bottle of gold sore medicine.