Tyrannical Wang’s Beloved Wife

Jing Wan raised her head mechanically and looked at this familiar and strange face in front of her. After she realized who she was, “Sister, I heard Aban calling me.” Tears still fall one at a time.

Sister Gong didn't know what she had dreamed. She was so sad. Look at this. It hurts a lot. “The princess is not sad. We'll see the prince soon. ”

After half a mile, Jing Wan finally slowly came over, wiped away tears in the corner of her eyes, calmed her face, but even if she took fetal medicine, it didn't work so quickly, there were still some uncomfortable, so she still relied on Nanny Gong for no bounce, and a touch of her stomach.

Slowly recalling the previous dream, she once doubted that it might not be a simple dream. Regarding the previous life of her husband, although he did not make it clear to himself that many places had been vaguely, she now seemed to have some association, which might be what he had experienced “by himself" in his previous life. There may be some absurdity, but Jing Wan thinks that's the truth, and that's the truth.

In that tragic aftermath, in dreams or in the form of a horse and a flower, she can all feel the pain and sadness of the bones, the people who experience it every drop of the way?

This is not the most important thing, even if it is tragic, it is still dead, the truly painful, the living.

Her family shouldn't know what happened, maybe better, but what about him? Yasuwan, can't you imagine how I managed to survive that time? If it were her, perhaps it would have collapsed completely, not to say what an emperor was, to usher in a great era of dynasty.

At that time, she probably did not know his feelings, did not know what had happened to him after “she” died, and in her current position, entrusting the child to him at that time and instructing him to take care of the child was actually a cruel thing, leaving behind, which could be the support of the mind, or the true killer of unraveling the scar over and over again.

Tears roll through the orbit again unconsciously.

“Princess...” Sister Gong called softly, worried. At this time, Sister Gong, even if she was in Liso's black clothes, was not the polite female caretaker, but stayed with Jing Wan for a long time. Even if she was strict, her breath was mild, and she didn't look like the decisive killer.

“I'm fine.” Jing Wan rubbed her eyes and held her tears back, "Nanny, let's go find the king and go now. ”

She couldn't wait, she couldn't stop thinking about it day after day. At this moment, she wanted to see him completely, every cell in her body was yelling, to see him, to see him, to see him, even for a minute or more, she could collapse.

“Okay, okay, let's go now.” At this time, it's natural for Yang Wan to say whatever it is, and no one will bear to blow her mind.

However, the state of euthanasia does not seem to have eased completely, and there is still a great risk of going on the road under such circumstances.

To take care of her emotions, it's not like you don't care about her body. It's a little tricky at one time.

When Nanny Gong gently touched her stomach, her sensory reaction came back. What she needed now was rest, and she held her fist unconsciously. After all, she suppressed her intense sentiments again. This may be the only child between her and Aban. If not, there will probably be no other child in the future.

“Sister, do you have anything for me? Take another break. ”

Yang Wan can only control his emotions. “Yes, Princess, you rest in peace, the time has come, the slave calls you. ”

Yang Wan nodded her head, closed her eyes, and let go of her thoughts as far as possible. It was just not an easy thing. However, just when the so-called mother was strong, and she did not rely on it, she would be the tough, extraordinary perseverance. Li Hongyuan was the most understanding Luo Wan in her previous life, regardless of how she changed, her bones remained the same.

Under the influence of Anshen, Jing Wan fell asleep. This time, he didn't dream any more. He seemed to sleep well.

In the process, Nanny Gong was constantly following Jing Wan's situation. Fortunately, it had gradually stabilized. Nanny Gong put her hands on Jing Wan's stomach, “Good boy, now you know how to hurt her.” As if in response to her words, she felt a slight creep under her stomach.

This time, Sister Gong laughed very sincerely, whether it was the little prince or the little county master, and this would be the best and most filial child.

At the time of arrival, in confirming that Jing Wan has indeed recovered almost. Although, it is not quite a short distance from the thriving state, but it will not be able to recover for a moment and a half. It is necessary to have a quiet and stable environment and slowly adjust. It is obvious that there are no such conditions now. It is best to understand things as soon as possible and then return to Beijing.

After Jing Wan woke up, he found that just in the meantime, a sedan appeared to have been removed. Although still simple, it was the finest possible, with a thick and soft blanket on it, no need to worry about warmth or comfort.

Sister Gong did not let Jing Wan rise, directly held Jing Wan up, put her on top, clamped the edge of the blanket, silently made a gesture, then four people up, lifted it up, then the surrounding scenery began to retreat, the retreat was quite fast, however, Jing Wan did not feel a point of turbulence.

Sister Gong was beside her, kept relatively still with her, did not even move up or down, enough to see that the four “sedan lifters” were in line with their steps, and she was also in line with them. Seeing these, Jingwan's heart relaxed a little, and these people were there, which means that his husband should have made arrangements long ago, so his own safety should not be a problem.

“The Princess, a little faster now, may faint, you rest a little, soon we will see the Prince.” Nanny Gong said softly.

“Mm-hmm.” She can feel that things have probably really reached the most critical step, and now, thinking doesn't make any sense. Thinking about what to do, how to do it, step by step, doesn't seem to work at all, except wasting her mind, and she's probably the most taboo right now.

As for Sun Yilin, Jing Wan no longer wants to think about it. Whether or not something happened to him, something was done or done. After all, at an early age, Jing Wan had already figured it out. Even if her husband wanted to kill her, she would not wrinkle her eyebrows, especially now. So, for his ending, whatever it is, accept it, no, it should have nothing to do with her. By then, the only thing to do is perhaps to hide what he did from Sun Yijia. Don't let him be implicated in Sun Yijia. That is her sister-in-law, a close friend of her girlfriend, and the mother of her nephew's niece.

Sun Yijia doesn't know anything about Sun Yilin. She has a good life. She should not be implicated by Sun Yilin.

Even if, in the general context of this feudal dynasty, many things are carried out together, but Jing Wan can be at most half the native Kai Yuan, so long as there are memories of the previous life, she cannot be fully assimilated by this society, in the previous life, in how the great evil is, and she has not heard of sitting even her family.

However, if the matter is too serious, Jing Wan can't think of any mustard between her and her sister-in-law. After all, when she sees her, she will inevitably think of Sun Yilin. If she doesn't even sit down, it doesn't mean she won't be angry. She is not a saint. She is not close to Sun Yijia, nor can she be close to her husband. Sometimes being able to control one's emotions without spilling them directly to the innocent is the limit.

I just hope it's not too bad.

Yang Wan accidentally looked up, looked at the sky, the sky, it seemed to be bright soon, so it seems that tonight's time is actually much faster than she thought. --Yuan...

Li Hongyuan is in a bad situation. In his trapped dreams, he again clearly experienced the darkest and most painful period - did he and Jing Wan enter the same dream, or coincidentally, have the same dream at the same time?

Even if Li Hongyuan temporarily suppressed the locksmith, but again, things are already the most heartbreaking, breath disorder, the five dirty six hearts have been affected, you know, for a long time before, his mind was tight, stronger body, in this situation, can not bear it, continue, can not be said to affect the number of life.

However, no-one can get close to him now, don't look at him still leaning, closing his eyes, not moving a little, even the breath is weak, the attack power is actually very horrible, still like losing reason, the target is no different, who is close to who dies. Even if Gong Jiu wanted to help him, there was nothing he could do, so he could only watch.

And that woman, who has been rudely disgraced by the people around Li Hongyuan, although the movement is gentle because of the double trick, "disgrace” is also true, a woman is treated like this, how disgraceful it is to be more disgraced.

Unfortunately, don't look at Li Hongyuan now “controlled”, no one around him can be small, and even if this is in the unknown wilderness forest of the wild mountains, it is still Li Hongyuan's territory, even if the other party takes an absolute advantage in numbers, this time, do not dare to easily do the god killing.

Therefore, the woman was “wounded”, disgraced, angry, iron and blue teeth bitten, and finally only had to bear raw, since the situation in her eyes must be able and hateful, but it was more and more obvious photography.

In the eyes of Li Hongyuan's guard, this woman, if not so simple, may still have resentment with her master, and the obsession seems a little too deep, which is even stranger, but they are very clear that they have not seen such a woman around the master, then it can only be said that her face is not hers, or that she has a very close relationship with someone who has a "deep connection” with the master.

These things, perhaps, will soon have answers, and even if they don't, whether it's revenge or vengeance, it's all settled, it's no big deal, who cares who she really is.

The woman went back to her room and smashed something in the house completely. The anger made her whole face seem to have some distortion. It was just, smashed, suddenly stopped, and her face burned with pain, and then, well, a face suddenly bled out, watching as if it was a little erosion.

Covering his face with horror, he hurriedly put on his veil, “Somebody, bring a sacrifice from the dungeon, come on, hurry--” Manic, panicked and anxious.

There is a woman's voice outside, but it is not the official language of Qiyuan. It does not seem to be the more common local language of Qiyuan. It should be a smaller language and may not even exist in Qiyuan.

Soon there was a noise outside, a beautiful, looking but at most thirteen or four years old, dragged in by two women also wearing heterosexual clothes, unnecessarily thrown to the ground, the girl probably knew the ending she was going to face, from the eyes to the expression, with deep fear, but could not speak, only from the throat to the sound of woo, kneeling on the ground bang bang, even if she could not say, to know that it was begging for forgiveness.

The woman bent over and strangled the girl's chin with red, bloody hands, just, that hand, which was supposed to be smooth, fine, beautiful, but now shrunk like water, raised blues, dry skin without shine, and slight pleats, "It's an honor to be my sacrifice, but it doesn't have to be so exciting.” The other hand gently touched the girl's face, "it was beautiful, but really annoying.” Just as when confronted with a lover, she murmured deeply, just a scratch on her fingernails, from shallow red marks to a strip of blood, the fear in the eyes of a young girl intertwined with pain, perhaps thinking that deep fear was so immobile that only her body did not throw its own tremors.

Perhaps because of the sweet blood on the girl's face, the woman's arms suddenly stirred up, gradually, on the inside of her wrist, aroused a large section, her skin was stretched open, even appeared to be a little bright, until at some point, the bang broke open, a black bunch of things drilled out of it, and, looking closely, some were like a spider with fine plush hair, And because of the closeness of the girl's gaze, she seemed to see a human face from the spider, she was just an ordinary farmer girl, because the family was still rich, had always been spoiled, with naiveté and romance, but one day she was fooled, and then abducted, and soon she knew what fate might be, because in front of her, she had seen more than once, all day in fear, hoping to be able Saved until this moment...

The final desire for survival made her struggle desperately, suddenly hard, that hand on the chin, directly broke the flesh, direct blood flow, causing the “spider” to become more and more agitated.

And the woman was angry because of the opposite resistance, grabbed the girl's hair and shoved the spider straight out of the girl's mouth, “Give the face to the shameless bitch! ”

Adolescent girls are still struggling, but perhaps not just for survival.

However, the woman who left the "spider”, her skin became worse and worse. If she was just a young woman, then a middle-aged woman, she might have turned old now, but she just couldn't see her face, and nobody knew how horrible it had become.

However, because of that change, the woman became more and more grumpy, and the fresh young life of her men became the object of her exasperation, pinching and kicking, like a crazy woman.

And the girl, she stopped struggling, and the naked eye looked old, until finally, she looked like she was seventy or eighty.

And the woman finally disliked to let go, the old, only the last breath of the girl fell to the ground, and then a bright red “spider” crawled out of her neck, more than once, more than black, along the hand the woman reached over, along the original position, climbed back into her body, and the broken mouth on her wrist, instantly disappeared, and the old skin also became smooth and elastic, the hand, also the fiber jade finger.

Throughout the process, the woman was like taking a fairy pill, her mouth sounded beautiful, her bones followed by a soft sigh, and her anger, also disappeared because of the restoration of her young beauty, took the veil cap, laughed, still the divine and inverted world beauty.

Needless to say, the “girl" on the ground was dragged out like filth.

“Get ready, I want to take a bath.” The woman said with a little laziness.

And the eyes of the two women on the side shrunk, “Holy Virgin, is it a regular bath, or...”

“What else do you want me to say about this?” Laziness instantly sharpens.

“Redemption of the Virgin, ready for the Virgin.” After two frightened pleading guilty, they hurriedly retreated, afraid that one step later, the Virgin would use them to feed the beauty.

Beauty tricks, by definition, make ugly people beautiful and keep young beauties, but from what the so-called Virgin just did, you can see how cruel it is to stay beautiful.

To play a role, beauty tricks must be raised by young beautiful women, and those who are not married to Yunying are the best choice. The prettier the sacrifice is “eaten," the longer the beauty is maintained by those who use beauty tricks. However, no matter how beautiful it is, it is only one month old at most. After the effect, the sacrifice must be consumed again. However, as the number of times increases, the utility gradually diminishes, and the age of the user increases, the utility also diminishes. By the end, one life, maybe two or three days, even at a time, two or three life sacrifices may be needed. See, this beauty trick, however poisonous it is, and those who use beauty to maintain beauty are long out of the realm of the realm of human beings, the animal life is not so good.

And the Virgin, who is not very old, is only 10 years old, a sacrifice, can also last a month, but she also uses blood bath, blood bath, natural use is blood, and the source of blood, the sacrifice is the same, but, one person, how much blood can be, blood bath once, and how many lives should be filled in, although, the role of blood bath is also to maintain beauty, well, in the beginning of using beauty, the top of the sky can play a little extra role, correspondingly, because raising the beauty too well, makes the beauty more greedy, want to eat more sacrifices, eat more often.

And the so-called Virgin, when her heart started pouring, wanted to take a blood bath.

Such a man, such as a snake scorpion, a beast, is no longer enough to describe.

A bathtub quickly lifted in, and then, looking at the amount of blood in the tub, the Virgin was furious, "Why so much?” As a matter of fact, she's been sitting in there, basically without her belly.

“The Virgin redeems, there are no more sacrifices in the dungeon, the place is remote, no one smokes, the sacrifices are all found from elsewhere, because frequent arrests have been made recently, the nearer places have attracted the attention of the Kaiyuan Palace, if...”

“Shut up, I don't want to hear you explain. Whatever you do, keep getting me more sacrifices. Now it's time for you to give up.” The Virgin even said indifferently.

The eyes of the two women were stained with deep fear and their bodies trembled slightly, but there was no panic, and they hurriedly knelt down, "It is an honor for me to give my life to the Virgin, but now that there are no other sisters, who will serve the Virgin? ”

The Virgin knows that they are merely words of conjecture, but it is also true that there is no one left without waiting, "Forgive me for a moment, but I will not fetch water to exchange, that's all, how can I bathe? ”

Against the water, the utility will certainly diminish, which makes the so-called Virgin quite dissatisfied.

But it was better than nothing, so when she was ready, the whole person didn't go in. After a moment, she slowly raised her head, her face full of blood water, how do you think it was disgusting, but she gave her enjoyment outside.

Perhaps because of the beauty trick, the blood water gradually faded and eventually became fresh water.

The Virgin stood up from the water and the whole person looked white red, glowing, that skin, even better than the finest silk, with the softest cloth, a little dry, standing in front of the mirror waiting for her, looking at her body every inch thin, like measuring the most perfect piece of art.

Selfish may be nothing, but to a certain extent, it's almost like a pervert.

But it's winter, and this thatched house in the wild mountains, surely there are no dragons, she's not afraid of the cold? Cold, perhaps bearable, but this physical change is not bearable and can be eliminated, but it is quite unusual that the Virgin was dressed in a cool way before, for those who have been practicing martial arts for many years, her clothes are thicker than hers, and she has not changed a bit.

Blood water is used to feed her, because the injuries caused by locksmiths seem to have disappeared.