Chapter Forty-Eight: A Cup of Wine for the Son, and the Blood Appeal for Death (1)
The person in front of her approached suddenly, and before she could think about what was wrong, her chin was pinched and raised. Han Shuo lowered his head, two fingers of his left hand picked open the placket of her clothes, and his eyes were like a brand, staring at her painfully.
"Niangniang is really good Yaxing." Seeing things clearly, Han Shuo chuckled, his fingers slicing across her neck and landing on the crimson mark, suddenly increasing his strength.
Yun Yun frowned slightly, not understanding what was going on. But after thinking about it, she understood that the traces on her neck were probably left by Sun Liang.
A feeling of nausea came up from his heart, and he broke free from Han Shuo's clamps, and said expressionlessly: "How can there be a Taifu's Yaxinggao in this palace, he is not busy rectifying the dynasty for the emperor, but is busy looking for trouble with the old man." When you say it, you are not afraid of other people's jokes. ”
If she hadn't left the palace today, Han Shuo would probably really use Old Madam Bi to kill Bi Zhuo. Being able to save them, Yun Yun felt that what she had done was worth it, and if she was given another chance, she would still choose the same way.
Anyway, this body is not very clean!
Han Shuo pursed his lips, his fingers tightening at his side a little bit. I didn't listen to what Yun Yun said at all, I just felt that the kiss mark was extremely glaring. The hand moved faster than the brain, and as soon as he reached out, he pinched her shoulder, and the dagger in his sleeve pressed against her neck without hesitation.
His body stiffened, and he probably guessed what Han Shuo would do.
Mrs. Han has a habit of cleanliness, and his own things have always been forbidden to be touched, and what others have moved, either simply give them away, or ...... Scrape off the touched area and it will be clean.
"Hmm!" I snorted in pain, and I didn't start my head, feeling a cut on my neck somewhere, and then a warm lip came up and sucked hard.
Han Shuo threw away the dagger and clasped the flowing hand in the palm of his hand. The anger in my heart turned into the strength of my lips and tongue, swallowing her blood little by little, as if I was going to become one with her in this way. The force was so great that Yun Yun felt that his neck was about to be bitten off.
He was angry, angry with her, and angry with himself.
It's just a female stream, Chu Yunyun doesn't know martial arts, and her body is like a weak willow, he originally thought that she wouldn't make much trouble in the harem. But one thing after another that has happened so far proves that women can really subvert the dynasty. Especially a woman who is stunning and ruthless.
It's not terrible to be cruel to others, the most terrible thing is to be cruel to yourself. And Chu Yunyun is the best at it, and it happens to be ruthless to himself.
And he will always be disturbed by her ruthlessness.
"Mrs. Han, this is ...... Do you want to drain the blood of this palace? Yun Yun was a little unsteady on his feet, and asked sarcastically.
Han Shuo stopped, let go of the water, and took a step back, the blood at the corner of his lips was bright red.
He sat down on the stool weakly, dizzy.
"If you really can, it's good to soak it dry." Han Shuo smiled lightly, wiped the blood from his lips, opened the door and walked out to Hugh, "Go in and help your master with medicine." ”
Hugh was startled, and before he could ask what was going on, Mrs. Han had already left in stride.
"Master?!" The two girls went in, looked at their own mother-in-law who was weak at the table, and hurriedly went over to check the injury.
Yun Yun covered his neck and cursed in a low voice: "Just wrap the wound, this palace is so sleepy, you have to sleep for a while......"