first concubine

Chapter 35 The pain of cutting out the heart.

Yaoxi frowned.

"The ancestor asked the fourth girl to go up the mountain to visit the seventh aunt. If she didn't see her, she would go back now, for fear that she would blame her."

The little nun was probably a little embarrassed, so she said: "Why don't you two benefactors stay in the nunnery temporarily, maybe benefactor Yang wants to see you sometime."

Yaoxi couldn't decide, so she looked at Qiu Yinong.

Qiu Yinong nodded and had no objections.

The little nun put them in a side room and went down.

The mountain is very quiet, and Qiu Yinong is also happy and at ease, since Mrs. Yang doesn't want to see her now, then she will wait.

Just take this opportunity to think about what to do next.

At night, it began to rain.

Qiu Yinong sent Yaoxi down to have a rest, and sat alone by the window looking at the gloomy night outside in a trance, remembering some old things.

There was a thunderstorm that night, and Zhan Yu went to Qianqiu Palace to look for her.

Using two sharp swords with his own hands, he nailed her to the pillar of the gazebo.

He said, "Eleven, does it hurt?"

He even asked her if it hurts! !
Thinking about it now, Qiu Yinong felt her body trembling, feeling the pain in her arm spreading to her heart little by little.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and suddenly a low and melodious flute sound broke through the cold and dark night and echoed in the mountains.

Subconsciously, she felt that she had heard this song before.

Strangely, her body moved.

Her body was not under the control of her brain at all, she moved on her own, and went out towards the door, following the sound of the flute that could penetrate the soul.

The sound of the flute was like a curse.

Her body has been controlled by the sound of the flute.

This incident surprised Qiu Yinong, and she immediately felt terrified.

A picture continuously flashed before his eyes, the man was as indifferent as snow, his edges and corners were like carvings, and the corners of his eyes and brows were all decisive.

The woman on his chest is full of charm and elegance.

She caressed his chest with both hands, and looked down at her with beautiful eyes smiling.

She said: "Princess, you can go at ease, I will take care of this man in Jiangshan for you."

The man stood in the wind, looking at her with knife-like eyes: "Eleven, it's all because of the blood of the Zhao family on your body, you are born rebellious, damn it."

Damn it! !
A swaddling baby was thrown from the wall over there, and the bloody and bloody child in the swaddling baby had died.

A burst of severe pain rose in her chest, a heavy object rolled over her heart and lungs, a mournful cry escaped from her throat, and her heart throbbed.

The pain was so great that she could hardly stand still.

"But you hate it?"

The melody was over, and there was a low Qinghua voice, leisurely and carelessly, but it was clear and clear.

Only then did Qiu Yinong see where she was.

It is far away from Miechen Temple.

On the soul sacrificial altar, layers of white veils hung down, and the strong wind blew up the layers of veils, and the man was vaguely seen leaning on the soft couch.

The white Chuohua clothes hang down wantonly in front of the couch.

The black hair was scattered on the white clothes, blown by the wind, the face could not be seen clearly, only the slender figure, the white neck was exposed from the slightly opened clothes.

That blurred figure was lazy and undisciplined, but it was magnificent and astonishing in the world.

Such a person should only exist in the sky.

Qiu Yinong was shocked, this person used a song to attract her, but she had no ability to resist, why?
Her words were cold: "Who are you? What kind of magic did you cast on me?"

The person in the tent narrowed his eyes and looked over with a cold gaze: "Your life belongs to me, why do you need any demonic methods?"

Qiu Yinong was shocked: "What do you mean?"

Could it be that this person knew that she had resurrected from the corpse?
The man leaned lazily on the soft couch, raised his hand slightly, his sleeves drooped, revealing a white and delicate hand, playing with a white jade flute.

"Eleven, do you remember the pain of gouging out the heart?"

(End of this chapter)