(MTL)Every time I wake up in the arms of the villain (through the book)

chapter Ten

chapter Ten

    In the first year of Deshun, on the 26th day of the seventh month, the imperial city of Kyoto was filled with red makeup for ten miles.

    The entrance of the Shen residence was full of people, and as soon as Shen Zhu got on the sedan chair, the sound of firecrackers at the entrance started.

    An endless stream of people passed by, and there were happy and congratulatory voices everywhere. Even in this sweltering day, I didn't feel that it was too hot, but there were more people who wanted to be happy.

    In contrast, Shen Ci in the backyard looked a little lonely.

    The people in the backyard were all sent to the front hall to help, and Lu Ying was also kicked out by Shen Ci, but she didn't think she was clean, and Shen Ci felt that too many people would be a hindrance!

    More importantly, it may affect her death!

    Without the maids and servants who came and went from left to right, Shen Ci became more daring, and drew her eyebrows directly at the dressing table.

    She thought that she would die anyway, so she might as well dress up and come here in vain. It would be a bit embarrassing to think about it if she was naked and fell somewhere.

    Shen Ci put down Luo Zidai in her hand, and threw it aside a little irritably.

    After all, she doesn't understand poison, and now she doesn't know how poisonous she is. Although she is addicted to drugs, she can't just find a man over here.

    Shen Ci raised her eyebrows, straightened her clothes, turned to the wooden window, and looked at a small potted plant with luscious greenness, Liu Mei frowned deeper.

    Hey, what about the little Huaguduoer that was on top of it before? Why is it gone?

    I don't know if this flowerless violet orchid will affect the poisonous effect, Shen Ci instantly felt more irritable.

    After all, Shen Zhu is married today, and the plot is normal. According to common sense, she should be dead...

    She sat on the embroidered stool and poured herself a cup of tea, propped it up with one hand, and returned the product. with tea.

    Shen Ci took a long sigh, and suddenly recalled that she didn't seem to have done anything since she came to this book. With this determination to die, she only felt that she was very worthy of readers and authors.

    She should be regarded as respecting the copyright of the author and the original work!

    Thinking about it this way, Shen Ci felt that she was not worthless, so she felt relieved that she was about to die.

    I don't know if it was because she thought about it, but Shen Ci felt that her consciousness was getting more and more blurred.

    The celadon teacup fell to the ground, rolled back and rolled to the man's saponin boots.

    The red tent is fragrant, charming and tempting, the candle burns tears, and the gentle village is as sweet as honey.

    The cloud and rain rested. After Zhao Yan and Shen Zhu were bathed and cleaned, Shen Zhu's body was soft and slumped in the mattress, and her face was full of shyness.

    Zhao Yan was wearing a thin bedclothes, and hugged the person on the bed into his arms, his eyes pampered: "Does it still hurt?" The

    person in the arms was slightly wet, and his face was as white as a hibiscus, which made Zhao Yan feel agitated in an instant, and lowered his head with a smile. forward.