Zhang Zhishu was guarding the tea stall outside the back door of the Shuiyun class, and after a while, she saw Hua Yurong coming out of the Shuiyun class, and she hid her face and cried heartbrokenly.

Later, I saw a handsome man who hurriedly chased him out, but when he arrived at the door, he was stopped by Wu's guard who drew his sword.

"Slow and slow! The two eldest brothers are not impulsive, my senior brother has no other meaning, he just wants to say goodbye to my senior sister......"

Hua Yuyin was so frightened that her soul was scattered, and these people used all their strength to drag their sweetheart back.

"Senior brother, I beg you, let Senior Sister go, it's impossible for you, you are with me, and the Shuiyun Class will be yours in the future!"

"Let go of me! Rongrong, Rongrong...... You come back......" Mei Yulong roared in pain, his intestines were blue with regret at the moment, "We shouldn't have come to Liaoxi!" ”

"Where did my father put me when I said that? If it weren't for you and your senior sister having to change the play, so that Shui Yunban offended the fans and other peers, and couldn't get along in Jiangdong, would we have so many people who came all the way to Liaoxi? ”

When she mentioned this, Hua Yuyin was full of anger and couldn't help yelling outside. "Since Senior Sister has decided to let go, let's leave quickly! Stop hanging on to your brother!

It was your idea to change the play of the Palace of Eternal Life, and the third prince of Wu was so obsessed with you after listening to your changed Palace of Eternal Life.

Everything is fate, senior sister accept fate, don't toss anymore, after going back, serve the third son of Wu well, and the Shuiyun class will have to rely on the third son in the future! ”

"Smack!"

As soon as Hua Yuyin's words landed, she was slapped firmly on her face, and bright red finger prints appeared in an instant.

"Senior brother, you, you beat me...... Growing so big, my father never beat me, you actually beat me for Hua Yurong's remnant flower and willow! ”

Hua Yuyin's cry was sharp and piercing, and Zhang Zhishu, who was silently eating melons outside the gate, couldn't help frowning and plucking her ears.

Noisy, the bloody love of two men and two women......

A slender jade hand was clasped on the edge of the sedan chair, and Hua Yurong's voice was like crying.

"It's my blessing, I have nothing to do with my senior brother in this life, and I just want to continue my fate in the next life."

"Nope! Rongrong, you heard, I will definitely find a way to save you! Wu Yongnian robbed the people's daughter, even if you sue Jindu, I will save you back! ”

"Senior Brother......

In the soft sedan chair, Hua Yurong burst into tears, the Wu family controlled the city defense, and the people in the Shuiyun class couldn't get out of the city at all.

It's been half a year, Hua Yurong knew that it was time to accept her fate, she withdrew her hand and took out a Shu brocade handkerchief hidden in her sleeve, which was a gift given to her by her senior brother when she sang on stage for the first time. She gave the family heirloom of her senior brother to Hua Yuyin, leaving only this square champa.

There is cinnabar hidden in the veil.

Wu Yongnian likes to be vassally elegant, and whenever she invites the children of the nobles in the city to come to the mansion to chant poems and paint, she will be asked to come out and sing a few songs.

Hua Yurong took advantage of no one's attention and quietly hid a lot of red cinnabar, which accumulated over time, which was enough for her to be relieved.

"Sister, sister is sorry for you, but I really can't hold on......"

She used to stand on the stage and shine, but now she has become the plaything of the powerful. The beloved will soon marry a wife, and Hua Yurong is hopeless in this life.

The reason why she struggled to support her before was that the senior brother said that he would find a way to save her, and second, her half-sister was also sold into the Wu family's mansion.

Aunt Cheng used her sister's innocence more than once to blackmail her obediently, and even Wu Yongnian pinched her weakness and forced her to do many unspeakable things between the beds......

Hua Yurong only sought relief, but as soon as she swallowed cinnabar and closed her eyes, she was forced to sweat profusely by the severe pain in her lower abdomen, and she never thought that even death would be so painful......

Zhang Zhishu suddenly smelled that there seemed to be a trace of blood in the air, and she looked keenly under the soft sedan chair, and sure enough, she saw mottled bloodstains.

"Slow, the people in the sedan chair are not in good condition, stop quickly!" She shouted and chased after her.

The sedan chair man has been explained by the housekeeper's mother-in-law, don't care about the bumps or not, go and return quickly, and you will be punished for more than two hours!

It was the sedan chair man who didn't care about anything with the nursing home, but accelerated his pace.

Zhang Zhishu quickly ran over and stopped in front of the sedan chair, and shouted fiercely: "Don't stop yet!" Do you want to carry a corpse back? ”

As she spoke, she pointed to the bottom of the car.

The palanquin man and the nurse looked in the direction of his finger, and then saw the blood dripping all the way.

"Help me...... Help me......"

The blood-stained hand poked out of the soft sedan chair, and with a weak voice, a charming figure fell on the side of the sedan chair, her face was pale and her lips were purple, and her eyes looked at Zhang Zhishu tightly.

"Sister, help me call 120, I'm in so much pain......"

120！！！

Crossing the !! This is definitely a crossing woman!!

Zhang Zhishu was almost stunned!

Some inexplicable emotion of meeting her old acquaintance in a foreign country prompted her to untie her hair desperately and quickly identify herself as a woman.

But the sedan chair man and the nursing home still didn't let her get close, so Zhang Zhishu had no choice but to solve everyone on the street, and finally directly carried Hua Yurong back to the sedan chair.

"Don't come in, I'm checking the body of Miss Yurong, whether men and women kiss or not, if anyone dares to open the sedan curtain, see if Wu Sangongzi will gouge out his eyes!"

Since you want to threaten, you have to find out what the other party has to worry about.

Zhang Zhishu didn't have to guess to know that these people must look down on Hua Yurong from the bottom of their hearts, but they definitely didn't dare to offend Wu Yongnian's woman!

"Girl, where do you hurt, is it in your lower abdomen?"

Zhang Zhishu quickly stuffed a special antidote pill into Hua Yurong's mouth, untied her belt, lifted her robe, and sure enough, she saw that blood was gushing out between her legs.

"Hemorrhage, miscarriage."

"Sister, where am I? You might as well call me 120 and take me to the hospital......"

Girl, no, the girl with a beautiful soul is not clear about the situation.

Zhang Zhishu tried not to scare her and explained concisely: "This is the Great Wei that has never appeared in history, and you and I have both penetrated into a book called "The Demon Concubine of the Disaster Country".

Your current identity is Hua Danhua Yurong, the head of the Jiangdong Shuiyun Class, who was forcibly occupied by Wu Yongnian, the son of the city lord of Liaoxi City, half a year ago. I'm also from the modern era, and I know a little bit about medicine.

You're bleeding profusely right now, and nine times out of ten it's a miscarriage, I'm going to have to get you a full check-up just in case it's an ectopic pregnancy. ”

"This ......"

Before Qin Shu fell into a coma, she just wanted to say that "The Demon Concubine of the Disaster Country" was not her book that exploded on the whole network, and later because of her love brain, she went to wash and cook for the scumbag every day, serve tea and water, and be an old mother, so she didn't care about updating and abandoning the novel!

Readers cursed the author in the comment section as cannon fodder in the book......

Could it be that because the reader's grievances are too heavy, she really wears into the novels she wrote?