Concubine Jing Hua: Domineering Nine Thousand Years Old

Chapter 3 The End of the Ravage
Having said that, Zhao Xinmin's eyes darkened, and she remained silent.

"The family doesn't care about our life or death, why should we sacrifice ourselves for nothing to pave their way?" Ye Zhen Zhen said again.

Zhao Xinmin raised her head in amazement, looked at Ye Zhenzhen who had a resolute and brave face, and said hesitantly: "But what can we do? The guards here are so strict that it's hard to fly with wings."

"Maybe, isn't there still two days left? We still have time." Ye Zhen Zhen narrowed her eyes slightly, unknowingly, she revealed a unique aura of arrogance, which made people feel inexplicably convinced...

Even though they were in the cold palace, they didn't deprive them of the food, and they would be delivered on time.

It was another dark night, the light rain was drizzled miserably, the rain fell on the roof, gathered in one place, and slid down the slope, tick tock.

In the dead of night, the sound of rain is clear, and similarly, the sound of footsteps outside is also clearly audible.

Outside the door, three or two figures gathered together against the night light, seeming to be arguing about something.

Then, one person pushed open the door, and the other urged, with a hint of excitement in his tone: "Haizi, hurry up, buddies are waiting!"

"Understood!" The man named Haizi responded in a muffled voice, walked in gently, closed the door, and walked towards the corner in black.

No matter how lightly his footsteps were, he still woke up the girls in the corner, their faces paled, and they stared at the person vigilantly.

The men are dressed in guard clothes, they should be the guards guarding them, what good can they do if they enter at night?
"What are you going to do?" Zhao Xinmin was the oldest among them. She guarded the girls behind her and asked nervously as she looked at the guards.

The guard smiled evilly, rubbed his chin, glanced at the few people, and said: "They are all at a flowery age. It is a pity to go underground to serve an old man. Why don't you do something good while you are still alive!" He grabbed Zhao Xinmin's wrist and pulled it into his arms.

"Sister Zhao!" Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously pulled Zhao Xinmin's hand, but she still couldn't hold her, and could only watch her struggling in the arms of the guard.

Ye Zhen Zhen wanted to save her, but the girl next to her grabbed her hand and shook her head while crying, trying to tell her not to go, otherwise she would be the next one.

"Be obedient and cooperate, and the master will be gentle, and let you have a taste of the joy of being a woman before you die!" The guard dragged Zhao Xinmin to another corner of the hall, slightly covered by the dilapidated curtain, and the figures of the two were faintly visible .

The guard tore off Zhao Xinmin's clothes, revealing the snow-white skin, shining brightly under the moonlight, and he took a deep breath: "It really is the daughter of a rich family, much better than those wild girls in the brothel." !"

"Don't touch me! Help!" Zhao Xinmin scratched her hands in panic, and her slender nails scratched the guard's face.

The guard in pain took a step back, stretched out his hand to touch his face, bled, and said angrily, "Stinky girl!" He raised his hand with a slap, but did not slap it down, because he could not leave obvious marks on Zhao Xinmin's surface.

Zhao Xinmin backed away again and again, the clothes slipped from her shoulders were torn, and she couldn't cover her body no matter what, she knelt on the ground and kowtowed non-stop: "Please let me go...please ..."

So humble, so begging, but in return, it was treated more brutally.

The guard pulled Zhao Xinmin's hair and threw her to the ground.

Zhao Xinmin's desperate cry for help and struggle made him seem even more excited. He oppressed her and tore off her clothes inch by inch.

The girls in the corner couldn't bear to look any longer, and some timid girls even fainted from fright.

Crying and mourning, desperate cries, mixed with the sound of rain, it was a bit inaudible.

Just when Zhao Xinmin gave up struggling, a black shadow slammed towards the guard.

"Who?" The guard stood up abruptly, covered his head that was smashed by the candlestick, picked up the knife on the ground, and walked towards the source of the candlestick.

At this time, the guards were puzzled by their upper body armor, and their lower body was only wearing a pair of underpants. With their sharp knives out of their sheaths, they pointed at the girls fiercely, "Say! Which of you did it?"

"Hmm..." The girls were terrified, and shrank towards the corner of the wall one by one.

Only Ye Zhen Zhen remained motionless, staring directly at the big man in front of her, eyes full of contempt and coldness.

"It's you?" The guard's eyes just fell on Ye Zhen Zhen's hand, there were still some white candle tears on his fingers, "Stinky girl!" He said and grabbed Ye Zhen Zhen's wrist.

Ye Zhen Zhen's eyes turned cold, she made a backhand, and directly threw the guard over her shoulder.

Having practiced some self-defense techniques, she was finally useful at critical moments.

But the opponent is a guard of the Imperial Guard after all, so of course his martial arts are not too weak, and his mere self-defense skills are naturally not his opponent.

"Damn girl, you're quite powerful!" The guard was angry and prepared, subdued Ye Zhenzhen with a few or two moves, turned her around and pressed her to the ground, bending her hands on her back, "Since you In such a hurry, I will let you serve the Lord first!"

"Sister Ye..." the girls in the corner cried, but no one dared to move.

"We are the concubines whom the late Emperor personally named to enter the palace, won't you be afraid of being found out if you do this?" Ye Zhen Zhen spoke suddenly, her voice was so calm that even she was surprised.

"Concubine? What a joke, you still have two days to live, what kind of concubine?" The guard sneered, "Besides, who saw it? Who would speak for a few women who are about to be buried?"

Ye Zhen Zhen frowned, they are all unfavored in the family, they bear the name of being buried, even if they call for injustice to testify, who will believe and make decisions for them?

Think briefly, compare the differences and differences, Ye Zhen Zhen's coat has been peeled off, her bare skin is blown by the cold air, it is so bitingly cold.

The guard had a lewd smile on his face, looking at her exposed skin, a beastly light flashed in his eyes, and his eyes deepened, filled with excitement.

Ye Zhen Zhen turned over vigorously, kicked the guard back two steps, then sat on the ground and moved back, staring at the guard: "This is the palace, you are a capital crime!"

"Peony flower dies, even being a ghost is flirtatious!" The guard lay on the ground without looking at Ye Zhenzhen's eyes, seeing her ankle that was exposed due to struggle, his mind suddenly fluttered, his eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he grabbed her by the waist. legs.

Ye Zhen Zhen's back is already pressed against the wall, there is no way to retreat.

With a "hiss", her outer skirt was torn, and her trousers were also torn instantly. The two bare legs were as white as jade, which made people's blood spurt.

The guard was short of breath, couldn't hold it anymore, and threw himself at Ye Zhenzhen, his legs pressed hers, one hand controlled her two hands, and the other hand desperately tore at her last covering. A thin shirt that lives in spring.

(End of this chapter)