blood marriage

Wanyao never looked at Zhaoxin again, nor responded to any of her words, even if she was thrown into the sun naked by Zhaoxin, she just curled up, buried her head in her arms, and never begged for mercy.

Thinking of Zhaoxin's deflated expression, she felt very relieved, and she did not hide her joys and sorrows. She often couldn't restrain herself from laughing, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes into her thick black hair.

Zhaoxin's temper became more and more irritable. She often whipped the slaves because of Wanyao's moodiness. In front of Wanyao's face, the whip fell with a sound.Zhao Xin didn't blink her eyes, and Wan Yao never begged for mercy for them.

They tortured each other and took pleasure in it. As long as the other showed displeasure on his face, the other always smiled contentedly as if he had won a war.

The courtyard where Wanyao lived was turned into a Shura field, where slaves would die every day, and Zhao Mansion became a place of verbal criticism by Chu State for a while.

Gradually, there was only one person left in Wanyao's eyes, and the one thing she thought about the most was how to let Zhaoxin die.On that day, Zhaoxin sneered at Wanyao as usual, raised his sword as usual, and slashed at Wanyao's residence.

"enough!"

Wan Yao's "enough" sounded like heavenly music to Zhao Xin, but she still had a cold face, as if she was going to stab someone with a knife if she disagreed with her, she was extremely irritable.

"Azhao, I'm tired, take me out for a walk."

"Are you still not clear about your identity?" Zhaoxin imagined as usual, retorted her lips, swallowed the words, and asked obediently, "Xiaoyao, where do you want to go?"

"I'm not very familiar with this place, you can take me for a walk."

For a moment, the Asura Field in Zhao Mansion turned into Chunfeng Garden again. The violent Young Master Zhao suddenly changed his temperament, and he smiled happily when he met everyone.

Wanyao was weak and couldn't stand the cold, so Zhaoxin built a house by the hot spring pool in Shemo Mountain and took Wanyao in.Zhaoxin drank and practiced sword, Wanyao fell asleep and dozed off, and Rong Li, who studied under the genius doctor, also stayed with her to recuperate Wanyao's body.

This fairy-like day was gradually annihilated during the return period of Zhaoxin's elder brother. The elder brother wrote a letter, hoping that Zhaoxin could end the life of the subjugated princess by himself. When Zhaoxin was at a loss, Wanyao sent a red dress Happy clothes, every stitch and thread are embroidered by hand.

"Azhao, you promised me before that you would marry me, is that still a promise?"

"Keep your word, naturally keep your word." After we salute each other and cook the raw rice, even the elder brother has nothing to do with us.

Zhaoxin immediately took the wedding dress carefully, and said with a smile, "Thank you Madam."

Wanyao lowered her head, blushed, shyly grabbed Zhaoxin's clothes, and whispered: "It is my honor to be able to serve my husband."

Zhaoxin hugged Wanyao, feeling that she had dreamed a sweet dream where the clouds opened and the moon was bright. Only Wanyao's bottomless pupils knew that this war was coming to an end.

Because it is a woman marrying a woman, there has never been such a precedence, and everything in the marriage is simple.Except for a few relatives of Zhaoxin's subordinates, drinking and making trouble, there is nothing else.Wanyao was sitting on the marriage bed, her red quilt was dripping with blood, which made her dizzy.

She looked at Zhao Xin who pushed the door open and walked in with fear.

"Xiaoyao, do you know that I have been looking forward to this day in my dreams." Blood flowed from the corner of Zhaoxin's mouth. She went around the table and took out a dagger from the drawer. The word—Yao, this is Qing'er's sword, only Qing'er would show affection to Wanyao so presumptuously and cautiously.

"Where is she, where is Qing'er?"

"Dead, you haven't seen her body yet, right? That face was scratched to pieces by Mrs. Zhen, and it was soaked in water like pasta in a frying pan. Oh, you are a majestic princess of a country, aren't you? Never seen it, what does it look like fried, huh?"

"Where is she, where is her body?"

"Give me the antidote."

"Give you the antidote, am I still alive to escape Chu?"

"Give me the antidote, you can hate me as much as you want, those brothers outside are innocent." Zhaoxin sealed her heart, held back the last trace of clarity, and negotiated with Wanyao. She waited for a long time, only Seeing Wanyao grabbing the short sword and cutting her own palm, she was chanting an ancient and mysterious incantation.

It was only then that Zhaoxin realized soberly that Wanyao who was hiding behind Qing'er with her eyes wide open was already dead.

"In terms of viciousness, I, Zhao Xin, have no choice but to admit defeat to you. Since I have known you for so long, I have never been willing to hurt you. I will protect your relatives and friends as much as I can, but you, on the day of my wedding Want my life, Wan Yao, I will never let you go."

"You have no chance to go to the underworld. The world only knows that Chen people are good at witchcraft, but they don't know that this witchcraft also originated from our country of Chen. I want you to never be reborn. No, it's you." Wan Yao got up and walked out the door. Go, stepping through the corpses on the ground, there was a mournful roar from inside the house, Wanyao's neither sad nor happy face finally showed a trace of unbearable, she put Qing'er's sword in her heart, and rode all the way to the The state of Jin.

The world owes her nothing less.

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