You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

Seeing that Sheng Yuhua was finally scared, Concubine Lin's smile became more and more complacent. She pressed the dagger hard, and the sharp blade pierced her skin. Seeing the bright red blood seeping out, she suddenly lowered her head, leaned into Sheng Yuhua's ear, and whispered in a low voice:

"Sister, do you know? In fact, the emperor woke up yesterday. He was very moved when he knew that my sister had shown her loving eyes. He has already sent your mother's brother and the Yujiabao family to Baimang Mountain."

"Nonsense! The Emperor would never do this!"

impossible! Baimang Mountain, also known as Baigu Mountain, is a place where there is no life or death for ten people. How could the emperor do this to her closest relative?

Sheng Yuhua's only eye was blood red, glaring at the woman with bloodthirsty.

"Whether it's nonsense or not, you'll find out later when you get down. By the way, my sister is kind enough to tell you one thing, your little Yue'er is not the emperor's eldest princess. Also, do you know why Little Yue'er is frail and sickly? "

"you..."

No, how is that possible? Sheng Yuhua's heart was already in turmoil. Xiaoyue'er is not the emperor's first child, so who is the first? Who is Xiao Yue'er's frailness for?

And a heart of true love? Can a person live without his heart? She can't die. The emperor has other princesses. If she dies, what will happen to Xiao Yue'er?

Sheng Yuhua knew that her strength was no match for them, so she gritted her teeth. Before the woman could raise her head, she stood up suddenly and bumped her head hard against her, trying to take the opportunity to snatch the dagger in her hand.

Caught off guard, Concubine Lin was knocked dizzy and her eyes were on fire:

"Sheng Yuhua, you are seeking death!"

As she spoke, before Sheng Yuhua's hand touched the dagger, Concubine Lin exerted her strength with both hands, and the cold dagger stabbed straight in.

"what..."

The miserable screams pierced the eardrums. The woman swiped her wrist hard, saw the lively beating heart, and sneered:

"found it..."

She reached out and poked the beating heart, then looked at Sheng Yuhua, who had a frightened face and was convulsing with pain. She slightly staggered the dagger and said with a sweet smile:

"My sister has always envied her sister's hands. She can dance and write, she can draw a bow and shoot eagles, and her silver needle can revive human flesh and bones. If it weren't for my sister's superb medical skills, how could my sister be in good health? However, , my sister is also very curious, if her hand tendons and hamstrings are gone, can my sister still shine?"

"what..."

Amidst the ear-piercing screams, the woman neatly cut off the tendons of Sheng Yuhua's hands and hamstrings, and finally poked her already bloody hands a few times, adding a few more bloody holes.

After doing this, the dagger fell on Sheng Yuhua's face again.

"Sister, my sister's calligraphy is actually pretty good too. Look...it's symmetrical. It's really beautiful."

With a flick of his finger, blood flew everywhere, and a big word "mean" fell on the half of Sheng Yuhua's face that was not injured by the armor.

The two nuns held down the struggling Sheng Yuhua with all their strength, but for a moment, a bright red heart appeared in the woman's hand. She looked disdainfully at Sheng Yuhua, whose eyes were gradually starting to blur, and said with a sweet smile:

"Don't worry, sister, with your loving heart, the emperor will definitely recover."

Xu Shi felt something in her heart, and the little princess who was dizzy with fever cried "Wow". The woman looked at the little princess who was pink and delicate even when she was crying with disgust. She was obviously a miniature version of Sheng Yuhua, and sneered. :

"How can one pill be enough?"

Before dying, Sheng Yuhua looked at the wolf-like Concubine Lin in disbelief, stabbed Yue Yaer's chest with a knife, and quickly opened it...

no, do not want...

She roared feebly, her eyes were blurred, and her hatred was overwhelming and lingering for a long time.

As everyone knows, at this time, in the courtyard separated by a wall, a bright yellow figure stands tall, listening to the miserable cries of pain in the room, his eyes are as deep as a pool.