The treacherous minister under the skirt (taking by force) ( Mtl

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Shen Hua couldn't see clearly who was coming, but the person's aura was unfamiliar, sharp and violent.

"If I knew that you forced Shen Ni to drink Juezi soup, I would have cut you in half on the day I broke through the palace gate."

Shen Zhaodu's voice was easy to recognize. It was rough as if blown by the desert wind, but also had the unique cheerfulness of a young man, but it was too gloomy and chilly.

Shen Hua was startled and suddenly understood.

"The Ai family said that no matter how many people they sent to look for her, they couldn't find her. It turned out that she was hidden by the governor?"

The palace gate was lost too quickly, and only Shen Ni, who was personally arranged by Xiao Ling, escaped from the harem. As the master of the middle palace, how could she not be angry and resigned?

Why can Shen Ni be free, but she has to be locked in this deep palace?

The flower hole that had been tortured by Yu Zu was still aching, and Shen Hua viciously taunted: "If they knew that you and Shen Ni had the intention of having a harem, the Ai family should have put you both to death back then."

The blade immediately pierced the skin, and Shen Zhaodu stretched out his hand to strangle Shen Hua's neck: "It's so unpleasant to speak. I would be sorry for my ears if I didn't mute you."

Women value reputation, and it is true that he covets Shen Ni, but he cannot bear to hear others humiliate her like this.

He pinched Shen Hua's cheeks hard and forced her to look up, pulled off the water bag hanging from her waist, bit open the stopper, and poured all the freshly cooked medicine inside into Shen Hua's mouth.

"Well--"

The hot medicinal soup rushed into her throat unpreparedly and choked into her trachea. Shen Hua couldn't taste anything. She kept coughing and couldn't break away. She only felt a raging fire burning her mouth and sliding down her throat. When it reaches the stomach, it explodes like hot oil under cold water.

She tried hard to shout, but found that her throat had already been burnt and hoarse, and the pain was severe as soon as she opened her mouth: "You, what did you give me to drink!"

The sound like a broken gong made Shen Zhaodu feel happy, and he threw the water bag into Shen Hua's lap: "You should be familiar with this smell."

Shen Hua pursed her lips, the remaining concoction at the corner of her mouth was bitter and cold.

Suddenly, she felt a sudden pain in her lower abdomen, as if a hand was twisting her belly, urgent and fierce, pulling her down, trying to tear her apart.

But a moment later, Shen Hua was in so much pain that she lost consciousness. She clutched her stomach and rolled over on the bed. Bright red blood gushed out, and the smell of blood instantly filled the air.

Shen Zhaodu sheathed the sword, lit a candle over the shivering Jie Li who was kneeling on the ground, and held it up to Shen Hua. Looking at her distorted facial features and the blood-soaked bed, her stern face relaxed a little.

He is bloodthirsty.

Blood always represents victory and success in his life - success in grabbing food from other beggars, success in killing enemies, success in getting promoted to a noble position.

He loves flesh and blood, like an untamable beast.

"This Juezi soup is ten times and a hundred times stronger than yours." He stepped on the edge of the bed with one foot and held the knife across to stop Shen Hua who was about to escape. "Everyone in the world who makes Shen Ni suffer, I will not do it." Let it go."