Jin Shu raised his eyes and sneered: "Then please take good care of your Jiaojiao'er, don't have the day when it falls into the hands of this palace." ”

"Roujia, if you fall into my hands today, is there any reason to let you go?"

Jin Shu tore her little clothes roughly, the sound of tearing clothes shook her ears, Jin Roujia trembled, and crystal tears slowly fell.

"Crying for what? The third brother loves you. ”

He gently wiped the teardrops of Jin Roujia's tears, picked a drop of his fingertips and put it on his thin lips, tasted a little bitterness, the corners of his lips hooked a touch of pleasure, Qingjun's eyebrows and eyes were smoothed, his eyes were deep and invisible, and his fingers closed the jaw that he had removed slightly.

His tone was soft and his movements were tough, reflecting on the flames of the dragon and phoenix candles, like two cross-necked mandarin ducks in love.

Jin Roujia was in a trance, tears broke and flowed, crying silently.

"It's just a canary for me to have fun, if I am not satisfied, I will throw you to those eunuchs who have no roots as concubines, presumably the lowly body of the pampered Princess Roujia, those eunuchs will be very happy, right?"

Jin Roujia raised her eyes, even if she was humiliated, she still had the arrogance of a princess, and there was a wry smile on the corner of her lips: "Jin Shu, you are so pitiful." ”

Jin Shu pulled her face, her cold thin lips kissed the corners of her pale lips, and the bottom of her eyes was teasing the plaything: "I won't let you go until I have had enough." Jin Roujia, you just bear it! ”

Memories are entangled with reality, onlookers are crying blood, but people in the bureau are not very sober.

The queen frowned, her body trembled violently, and her lips bit out blood beads, like rouge on the pale lip color.

Jin Shu's eyes were gloomy, and her gloomy eyes seemed to reveal that she was thinking about someone else or something.

Her eyes were filled with tears, humiliation and shame, tears covering her eyes in a fog, and her horribly handsome face became distorted.

A moment or two flashed through her trance, deep fear came to her mind, and her body stiffened slightly.

The memory is reversed, she seems to be struggling, screaming, and afraid: "You were born a slut, what kind of chaste martyr are you pretending to be?" ”

Although the memory was a layer of fog, the layer of fear carved into the bone marrow surged from all directions, screaming in her ears.

She was like a fish on the chopping board on the verge of drowning, and when the huge haze came to her face, she saw only a dazzling edge in her afterglow, and the black cloth wrapped her, and her body was torn apart by the edge.

Her struggles were insignificant, her screams were suppressed in her throat, and a pair of hands with dried blood tore through her flesh and bones, and chewed into her abdomen.

She screamed, her eyes blackened.

"Queen!"

"Jin Roujia!"

The two shouts before dying taught her that she couldn't tell who she was, whether it was the queen or Jin Roujia?

Or maybe she's just a speck of dust in the red dust, her body is like duckweed, and her soul has nowhere to go.

When the queen opened her eyes again, it was in the clear Jiaofang Palace, silent and uninhabited, and the dumb maids were lifeless when they entered and exited.

Her throat was dry, her body ached and weak, and she simply pressed the string of bells next to her pillow.

The sunlight outside the temple pierced her eyes through the veil.

Closing her eyes and groping for the bell flickered slightly, and after a while there was the sound of overlapping footsteps, the man sat on the edge of her bed, gently lifted her upper body, handed over the porcelain white cup in one hand, moistened the lips with warm water, and sucked the tongue with hunger and thirst, and the water soaked into the dry throat.