first concubine

Chapter 1157 Piercing the heart.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab his injured wine jar.

At that time, Zhan Yu was still an unfavorable Ninth Prince, struggling to survive under the oppression of the princes, taciturn, but his methods were very insidious. Seeing that she was so unreasonable, people moved a dozen altars Here comes the wine.

More than a dozen guards were holding the wine jar, and under his order, they poured pouring wine down her head. The wine remained from her head and spread through her nose and mouth. I can't breathe.

And Zhan Yu didn't care about her discomfort at all, one after another the guards poured wine on her head continuously.

In this way, after a long time, she really suffocated, lying on the ground and coughing, her face turned red and white, white and red again.

He finally stopped, squatted beside her and grabbed her shoulder and asked her, "Do you still want to drink?"

Looking at the man's dark and gloomy eyes, she wanted to cry for some reason, that was the time when she cried heartbreakingly while holding Zhan Yu, and everyone was dumbfounded. From then on, that The eleventh princess, who was addicted to alcohol, was addicted to the nine princes and the imperial court.

She was trapped in the Qianqiu Palace, she had nothing to do, so she would cook wine on the gazebo from time to time, she could drink a little, but she couldn't get drunk and then fell into a dream.

Zhan Yu would come to drink with her from time to time, and amidst the twirling laughter of those gauze curtains, she was full of the man Zhan Yu in her heart.

They would hug, kiss, and linger endlessly in the gazebo. In countless dark nights, the man whispered soft words in his ear, and she believed so many love words that she believed them to be true.

But later, on that gazebo, he personally killed him.

The hatred in her eyes was like a torch that was slowly being ignited, from a small point of light, and then gradually formed a torch, lighting up her eyes, igniting her blood, making her The body is boiling for it.

Zhan Yu was almost burned by the fire of hatred, and felt that his heart was inexplicably aching.

He doesn't know why this person hates him so much, but it's true, he has killed so many people in his life, and there are countless enemies in the world, but the hatred in this woman's eyes is strong and desperate, which makes him feel so heartbroken .

With blood dripping from the corner of his lips, he smiled coldly and looked at King Shura: "It's unethical for you to do this!!"

Neither of them could move their bodies, but they could talk. Zhan Yu tried to save his own life with Jianghu morality. He didn't want to die now, not for himself, but for his Yun'er.

If he died, what would his Yooner do?
Duan Nian will not let Yun'er go, when the time comes, can Bai Chan protect him?He dare not think.

King Shura smiled contemptuously and lazily: "When did you see that this palace has morality? Our Shura Palace takes people's lives with money and never talks about morality. It's just ridiculous for you to talk about morality with me."

Zhan Yu choked on King Shura's words.

Looking gloomyly at the man in black ten steps away, he asked coldly, "Why do you hate me so much?"

"I'll tell you when I kill you!!" Qiu Yinong's voice was still hoarse under the pressure of herself, like an old woman, no one could recognize the original voice when she said it.

Zhan Yu's pupils were struggling extremely, watching the woman's figure rush towards him like a cheetah.

The sword in his hand stabbed straight at his heart,
Then, he heard the sound of flesh being torn apart, a sharp object sank into his chest, passed through his flesh and bones, the pain spread to his limbs, his body flew out heavily, and fell from the eaves.

(End of this chapter)