At the beginning of winter, on the outskirts of Kyoto, Suigetsu-an.

A blizzard covered the earth, and between heaven and earth, the snow was white, white and holy, and the ugliness in it was obscured.

The dilapidated firewood house has a sturdy iron door that does not match, a cold iron general guards the door, showing indestructible strength, and the broken windows are sealed with thick wooden sticks.

Through the leaky roof, you can see the scene inside the firewood house through the fine light.

In the corner of the wall, a thin figure curled up like a thin child, but she could tell from the undulating curves that it should be a young woman, and at this time her mouth overflowed with a low whimper, and although the clothes on her body were of silk texture, they had long been worn and worn, and they were dirty and could not see their original color.

The thin woman hugged her head tightly, the green tendons on her forehead jumped, dripping like beads of sweat the size of beans fell, and her beautiful face was exposed in the messy hair, her expression was very hideous and painful, as if she was enduring some huge pain, and after a while, she seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and slammed her head against the wall, and it was heavy, and her head was broken twice, and the blood flowed and fell on the already filthy clothes.

She twitched on the ground in pain, her body trembled and spasmed, anyone who saw it would understand that her life was worse than death at the moment, and she was afraid that she would have a heart of pity.

Rao is like this, she has never stopped her masochistic movements, but was born on her own weak legs, ripped off a piece of bloody flesh, bitten her red lips were tattered and blurred, and she never wailed for a while, there was a kind of moving tenacity.

The smell of blood spread in the cold air, and this self-abuse lasted until the afternoon, when it gradually subsided.

Guarding outside the door, dressed in a gray Taoist robe, but wearing red embroidered shoes, the little nun with a beautiful face knocked on melon seeds, and spat at the dilapidated firewood room: "I'm going to sell meat tonight, what kind of chaste martyr is there!" ”

Shuiyue Nunnery is nominally a pure land of Buddhism, but secretly it is a place of prostitution, and the women who were sent here are nominally self-cultivation, but in fact they sell themselves.

If you don't follow, a bowl of medicine will go down, and the chaste martyr will become a lewd baby [hee-hee] woman, but the woman in this firewood room is a hard bone, and she has been poured medicine for half a year, but she can still endure it, but it is useless to endure it, a sign has been hung out today, and there are already a queue of people lined up, and the master is reluctant to raise a meal for nothing, and ordered Wang Er to come over in the afternoon to break her body first, and then she will have to follow.

Thinking like this, footsteps sounded behind her, and the little nun turned to look, Wang Er, who was strong and pockmarked with a hippie smile, walked over with a hippie smile, and pinched the little nun's chest fiercely: "Be careful of your liver, wait for my brother to run the firewood room, and then come to you." ”

Thinking of the stunning beauty in the firewood room, she had no intention of talking to the little nun, asked for the key, opened the firewood door, showed her big yellow teeth, laughed a few times, and pounced on the woman lying on the ground: "Beauty, the master is here!" ”

"Get out!" Like the sound of ice water soaking, it suddenly sounded, no timidity, no panic, the long eyelashes trembled a few times, revealing the eyes like the water of the ancient well and the cold pool, mixed with cold and cold, making people suddenly feel like they were in the ice water, cold eyes and pride, as if between heaven and earth, there is nothing but themselves.

Wang Er shuddered violently, and his subordinates were stunned, and there was a sense of fear for no reason, but when he thought of the fate of disobeying his master, he shivered again.

His eyes wandered and looked at the weak and broken tendon beauty in front of him, and then looked at his strong body, gritted his teeth at the moment, and was full of courage: "Ning Wushuang, do you still think you are the noble princess?" If you want to blame, blame your hard life, and you can't complain about the spicy hands destroying the flowers. ”

Before the words fell, he pounced like an eagle catching a chicken, pressed the woman under him, and kissed the woman with his foul mouth.

The woman's crisp voice was like a nightmare from Jiuyou: "You are looking for death by yourself, no wonder I am!" The hand behind his back, tightly squeezing the blade as thin as a cicada's wings, stabbed at Wang Er.

"Peony flowers die, and ghosts are ......" Before he finished speaking, he was stunned to see the blood spilling from his intact chest, and he didn't have time to scream, his eyes widened, and he fell straight back, raising a puff of dust.

Ning Wushuang collapsed on the ground with no strength, closed her eyes in pain and despair, after a long time, she opened her eyes, glanced at Wang Er's blood-drenched chest, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, she is not a weak woman who is powerless, how could she end up in such a situation, if it weren't for the self-defense weapon that her grandfather found for her back then, I am afraid that even her innocence will be lost today.

Her dignified Houmen noblewoman, the respect of the princess, has actually been reduced to the point where even a scoundrel can be humiliated!

Ning Wushuang closed his eyes again as if he couldn't accept it, but he couldn't help but recall the past in his mind.

Three years ago, there was an accident in the Dai family, my grandfather was sent to prison, my uncle disappeared, my aunt died tragically, and my father reduced my mother to a concubine.

The Ning family was ruthless, and his father Bo Xing was actually instigated by the Zhang family to send her mother to Shuiyue Nunnery half a year ago.

And half a month after she was sent to Shuiyue Nunnery by Dai, Concubine Ning Wuyun had a miscarriage, and everyone in the Zhaowang Mansion said that it was her hand with resentment, and even their common husband, Nangong Yang of Zhao, also thought so, and was furious and sent her to Shuiyue Nunnery.

Zhang's mother and daughter were femme fatales, and when they entered the Shuiyue Nunnery, she knew that the Shuiyue Nunnery was a Buddhist prostitute......