When My Mortal Enemy Becomes My Concubine

Yaju must report crazy criticism and paranoid attack vs cold, aloof and arrogant crematorium, he * Xiao Xuanyi, the only daughter of the Princess Protector, loves to do two things in her life. One is squatting on a tree and throwing stones at the little old-fashioned Yan family. The second is to see Yan Qingshuang purse her lips and say nothing after being hit, but she still looks good. The green years were carefree until Xiaoxiang was besieged and the rebels attacked the city. Xiao Xuanyi galloped forward and entrusted all her parents and family members to Yan Qingshuang. A few days later, she rushed back all night without food and water, only to find herself among a pile of corpses. Seeing Yan Qingshuang leaving the Xiao Mansion with a blood-stained sword in his hand, he did not show any timidity. His clothes are not stained with blood and his gait is calm. All twenty members of the family died. In that clear breeze and bright moon, Yan Qingshuang, who cared about the livelihood of the people, surrendered to the rebels. Xiao Xuanyi's eyes swirled, filled with hatred. She narrowly escaped death and crawled back to the capital, finally meeting Yan Qingshuang again. Xiao Xuanyi watched Yan Qingshuang abandon her troops and wait for her to beg for mercy in front of her. Blood spattered everywhere, Yan Qingshuang was hit hard by bows and arrows on the bricks, and her clothes were stained. Xiao Xuanyi came forward slowly, then she kicked Yan Qingshuang to the ground, stepped on his chest and drew out the arrow. Three years later, Xiao Xuanyi finally got to taste her long-cherished wish—— She wanted to consign Yan Qingshuang, her old friend, to death. * Once the gentleman Duan Fang was reduced to a lowly concubine, Yan Qingshuang's right wrist was picked up, and the muscles and bones were broken inch by inch, like a helpless and weak dog stuck in the quagmire. Xiao Xuanyi's expression was dark and unclear. She stared at Yan Qingshuang's white neck, and suddenly remembered the scene where she pinched her waist the night before. With a soft voice, Xiao Xuanyi suddenly changed the topic, stared at Yan Qingshuang's eyes with interest, and asked quietly: "Did you ever regret when you named my father and mother for the pledge of surrender?" Yan Qingshuang's long eyelashes trembled, biting her lower lip to hold back, but her waist gradually softened. The dark sheet was wrapped around her white waist, and the sweat beads on it made most of the bedding wet. The sparse color was delicious. Her eyes were wet and red, and she turned her head away without saying a word. "Writing," Xiao Xuanyi kicked over the inkstone and looked at her with a chuckle, "Just write 'Your Highness, spare my life'." Yan Qingshuang knelt down with her eyes lowered and wrote carefully every stroke. Xiao Xuanyi didn't even raise her eyes. She stepped on Yan Qingshuang's back and opened her jade belt hook. The toes of the shoes climbed along Yan Qingshuang's exposed spine, and the slightest chill made Yan Qingshuang tremble. The left side of Yan Qingshuang's face was covered with wet ink. Her black hair was spread out and her shoulders were exposed, just like a picture of a beauty taking a bath. But Xiao Xuanyi pinched her hard without any pity. "The handwriting is pretty," she said in a lazy tone with a hint of disdain, "much harder than your bones." * On the bed, plain fox fur was wrapped around Yan Qingshuang's body, layer after layer, and there was not much color at all. She opened her eyes slightly, feeling extremely weak. Yan Qingshuang suddenly remembered that a few years ago, Xiao Xuanyi took off the string of agate beads from her waist when she was not prepared, threw two fruits at her, and then smiled heartlessly: "It's all yours." But the person in front of me is no longer the same person as then. Xiao Xuanyi has long become suspicious and cruel, and anyone can detect it... Full of resentment. There are many stagnant bones in Xiaoxiang Mengze, and people are disgusted with the green blood soil. Everlasting infatuation and everlasting hatred, I will spend the rest of my life in a small boat. Brown soup continued to gush out from the gap between Yan Qingshuang's lips, and then she vomited blood, feeling very tired. Even if you hate me so much, I will atone for my sins. But I'm still a little scared. So Jiuru, can you be gentle with me? Just be gentle. You knew before that I am most afraid of pain. It's me who has owed you, and I've always owed you— 1V1, HE Purpose: Love life