Yan Shunhua thought she was dead, but she was still alive.

Strange and confusing memories burst back, and she was in a trance and had a splitting headache. But none of this compares to the pain in her body, just like the poisonous wine handed to her by her own sister, the sharp pain of tearing from the inside out made her grit her teeth and gasp, and she reached out weakly to struggle, only to touch a man's body.

The tight, muscular texture exuded a hot heat, and as the car shook, a viscous liquid burst out of his back, and the smell of salty rust filled the entire space.

It's blood.

The tearing pain of her body made her mind clear in an instant, and the man imprisoned her tightly, making people breathless and breathless, she was like a fish on a chopping board, enduring the pain of a thousand cuts.

She struggled and scuffled, but was easily pinned down, until at last she turned her head in despair, and when she saw the man's face, she was immediately stunned.

The resolute and three-dimensional facial features were sharp and cold, and the dim inner chamber was marked with a vague and gloomy dark color on his face, except for the cold and piercing eyes, which were as cold as ever, with a touch of suppressed pain and scarlet, obviously an executioner, but as if he was being tortured.

This man turned out to be the King of Qin who had just returned to the dynasty!

"Let Me Go ......"

Her struggles and beatings, in exchange for more violent punishments, seemed to never end.

The clattering carriage ran over the bluestone avenue, and the wall made of rosewood became the only duckweed, and Yan Shunhua's long nails were embedded in it, so that he was not drowned by the storm.

The man's low gasp gradually became a distant note, she thought back to the Hou Mansion, recalled Yan Xianying, recalled the cup of poisonous wine, resentment and unwillingness suppressed her almost broken gasp.

She died, but she was alive again.

The eldest daughter of Wu'an Hou, the current crown princess, she should have died but was reborn in the body of her cousin Gu Qingyi, the chaotic and vague memories made her have a splitting headache, she couldn't distinguish between reality and virtuality, as if she was in a dream.

King Qin had a touch of weakness on his body, and his eyes were scarlet, obviously he had been poisoned. What exactly happened, and why was my cousin in his car?

The long punishment finally stopped, King Qin's eyes had returned to normal, with a flush on his face that had not dissipated, and condensed drips of water crossed his cheeks, and as he lowered his head, it fell on Yan Shunhua's lips.

Salty.

A rich smell spread in the narrow carriage, the air was smoky and ambiguous, the man was covered with light sweat and heat, her slender and muscular body shrouded her underneath, and her narrow eyes were dyed with an incomprehensible dark color, like a leopard waiting for the best time to kill the enemy with one blow.

Calloused fingers roamed over her face, gently swiping her eyebrows, thin lips and neck, obviously an extremely ambiguous touch, but Yan Shunhua had goosebumps, and she felt a trace of murderous intent.

King Qin is the famous god of war in the Great Zhou Dynasty, Anbang Dingguo, handsome as a god, is the reincarnation of the killing god Bai Qi, I don't know how many boudoir girls dream of love, but he is not close to women, there is no connecting room in the house, many people secretly rumored that he has a hidden disease.

But judging from just now, this prince has no hidden illness, but it is true that he killed the god and reincarnated.

Wu Anhou is also a martial arts family, she has never felt such a cold murderous aura in her father, and that gaze is like a sharp blade, which makes people tremble.