"You cheated in the family temple, Sister Miao Zhi and Mrs. Feng both admitted it...... I want to think about it, it was definitely when the **** was sent home to the temple, the two of you bumped into it, and then it started...... Right...... I write it like this...... It was after Feng Miaolian went home to the temple and recovered from her illness...... She is not willing to be lonely, does not abide by women's morals, and seduces you in every possible way...... Ye Jia...... How She Seduces Your ......"

She spoke and wrote at the same time, her voice was very, very proud, full of a strong sense of victory, and even she did not realize that she had such a talent.

"Ye Jia...... Do you think that's right??? Did that bitch seduce you like this? ”

She read the plot out loud.

Ye Jia suddenly lost his voice.

She raised her head, furious, and slapped her hard: "Dead bald donkey...... How dare you play dead? This princess portrays the evidence of your guilt vividly, and you dare to pretend to be dead for me? Get up! ”

At that time, the body could no longer stand upright, his hands had lost strength, his eyes could no longer move, and he was in pain, anger, and despair...... All emotions no longer exist in his body.

Love, hate, pain, or being used...... All of them are about to turn into a cloud of smoke. Even the torture of the vicious woman in front of her has become so weak and powerless......

"Ye Jia, even if you want to die, you have to draw this handprint well before you can die."

She coldly grabbed his fingers and pressed them to the best certificate she had written, but remembered that there was no vermilion. However, she was not worried at all, and suddenly took the dagger and stabbed it at Ye Jia's finger.

A drop of crimson blood flowed down, soaking the black ink. She grabbed his hand hatefully and pressed it: "Dead bald donkey...... This time, you will be conclusively incriminated...... Hahahaha...... Feng Miaolian, you slut, if you want me to die, you will die too...... Even if you could cover the sky with one hand, you would surely die......"

Blood drips on the paper, ticking.

It was so quiet all around, the fierceness and ferocity with which she grabbed Ye Jia's hand. Just as Ye Jia's hand was about to press on that name, Peng Cheng suddenly felt a terrifying force.

As soon as she stumbled, she had been thrown away and fell heavily to the ground.

It was a big wrestling, and she was so caught off guard that she fell to the ground, almost bleeding from her front teeth.

Her mouth was full of mud, she was shocked and angry, she turned over and got up, and pounced on her with a roar: "Dead bald donkey, you actually pretend to be dead...... I have to kill you today......"

Her roar choked in her throat, and the dagger in her hand suddenly stopped, looking at Ye Jia in a daze. But seeing that Ye Jia barely supported his body, he looked at the genuine letter of repentance - after the description of Princess Pengcheng, it was really vivid, and it could be regarded as a model of an affair sample book.

He looked at the last signature—the name Peng Cheng had signed for himself, and the name was stained with blood, the fresh ink had been spent, and the contrast between red and black showed a desperate cruelty and viciousness.

"Ye Jia ......"

Peng Cheng screamed.

But seeing Ye Jia suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the note, and tore it to shreds in three or two strokes.

She didn't have time to rush forward, and was stunned by this sudden turn of events—and more importantly, she saw Ye Jia stand up and stop, like a man, like in the prime of his life, like when he was at his most heroic. He stood up straight, and at that moment, the scars on his body, the breath of his dying, the kind of rotting death that emanated from his body...... All of a sudden, they were gone...... The breaths that tried to peck at his corpse around him were gone......

He faced Peng Cheng, his tone was very calm and calm, very proud, although he didn't say a word, Peng Cheng could hear it clearly, the voice emanated from the depths of his heart: Whether I am guilty or not is not up to you!

Even if it's a sin, even if it's a shameful past, even if it's those dirty things that can't be looked back on...... It can only be punished by myself.

I will never betray others, nor will I fall victim to your people.

A gust of wind blew, and the shredded confetti was blown away, one in the east and one in the west, and soon fell into the wind, and then, cold snowflakes drifted down...... This year, the cold snowflakes finally came belatedly...... The coldest day of the year has been postponed, and only now, until now, until this moment, is long overdue......

The confetti fluttered and scattered in the wind, and soon one by one, disappeared, and some fell to the ground and turned into dirt.

Peng Cheng saw that his painstaking efforts were lonely, and once again turned into a shadow. She couldn't even understand how it all happened...... It's like a person who borrows a corpse to resurrect his soul.

Especially, Ye Jia, he didn't say a word, and he didn't make a sound at all...... Who would be so quiet except the dead body?? Except for dead bodies, who can stand up again when it is obviously impossible? When the wind blew, the candles were blown out. In the night, only the man stood upright.

The idea of the corpse was even deeper—even perceiving a cold breath on him—like some lonely ghost, a pile of skeletons during the day, and at night, it became a physical entity, wandering around and partying......

Peng Cheng's teeth chattered in fright, and the dagger in his hand became colder and colder.

She suddenly rushed over, grabbed the dagger and stabbed the "corpse" in her impression: "Kill you...... Kill you...... You devil...... You terrible devil...... I'm going to kill you......"

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In the palace, Feng Miaolian sat quietly.

Look at the time, perhaps, His Majesty will wake up soon.

She was waiting for the first of the last two messages.

This time, however, the eunuch returned quickly.

"Back to Niangniang, Princess Pengcheng said that Her Majesty is seriously ill and should not visit, and she has already gone back."

Feng Miaolian's body stiffened for a moment. Suddenly, I felt a faint sense of loss and fear.

This Peng Cheng, she saw the opportunity quickly, and she was much smarter than King Xianyang. Maybe it's women who understand the kind of madness and toughness of women better???

However, she had no choice. Peng Cheng is not a fool, even if she doesn't know Feng Miaolian's madness, but, but when she saw her brother go in for so long, she suddenly lost her voice, so she was vigilant??

The ominous premonition in Miao Lian's heart yuiyueqianglie_ getting stronger and stronger, if she couldn't catch Princess Pengcheng at this time, it would be really difficult to find her trouble in the future.

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