The ugly concubine of the foolish king

Chapter 270, Murong Xiang is proud of the Western Regions, Murong Mansion.

Murong Xiangao was sitting in front of the lamp, holding a hairpin in his hand, he looked carefully, his big hand was caressing it, it could be seen that he cherished this hairpin very much.

One end of the hairpin was already shiny, and it was not difficult for people to imagine that this hairpin was his favorite.

In front of him, hung a painting. In the painting, there was a young woman with flying long hair. The age of that woman seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. Yiyi, with a smile on her lips, has a variety of styles, especially her pair of small jade-like hands, crossed on her chest, fully expressing her beauty.

"Sister, hey..." Murong Xiang's proud big hand brushed across the small face of the woman in the painting, tears filled her eyes, and she looked extremely painful.

"For so many years, brother has never dared to face up to the issue of your passing away until..." Murong Xiangao couldn't say what happened next.

That year, his naughty little sister ran away from home, wandering the rivers and lakes alone, in the rivers and lakes, dangers existed, he was worried, so he searched for Murong Xiangyun everywhere, but after searching for a long time, Still no news of her.

This search lasted for more than ten years. This news was brought back by Murong Xiangyun's maid, Murong Ling'er. When he knew that his sister had left this world, he was in great pain.

From then on, he was hit hard and rarely had any contact with the outside world. He regarded Murong Xiaomei, who was only a few years old, as his own daughter, and cared for her carefully.

In his heart, he hated the name Shang Qing'er so much. If there was no Shang Quan, if there was no Shang Qing'er, would his sister not be infatuated with everything in Middle-earth and return to the Western Regions early? ?

"She's lost, tell me, should I go and save her?" Murong Xiangao asked, and asked about the woman in the painting. It's not hard to see that the woman in this painting is the legendary Murong Xiangyun.

Come to think of it, back then there were two scenes in the Western Regions, one was Murong Xiangao's kung fu, sweeping the rivers and lakes, unmatched by anyone.The second scene is that Murong Xiangyun is gorgeous and overwhelming, and there is no one in the Western Regions.

At that time, because of these two scenes, the Murong Mansion was honored a lot, and at that time, Murong Xiangao took great care of her younger sister, and taught her too much kung fu since she was a child. The feeling of fear melting in his mouth, it can be said that Murong Xiangyun is the most important treasure in his heart.

If it weren't for those so-called grievances back then, his baby would still be there.

"Sister, why is your life so short? If you are still alive, maybe I don't have to hesitate so much, can I just make up my mind directly?" Murong Xiangao raised his hand , stroking the small face of the woman in the painting with his big hand, an indescribable feeling lingered in his heart.

If she was here, maybe everything would be completely different.As Murong Xiangao said, he picked up a jug, poured a few sips of wine into his mouth.The night wind was cold, and the wind blew in from the window, lifted the painting, and moved slightly, and the face of the person in the painting also moved slightly with the wind that came in.

"Sister, you smiled. Look, how beautiful your smile is. Come on, brother, put this hairpin on for you." Murong Xiangao had already drank a lot of wine, and at this time, he was already feeling drunk. Feeling faint, he stretched out his hand, took the hairpin, and wanted to part Murong Xiangyun's head, but this was just a painting.

Murong Xiangao's tears welled up completely at this moment, he is a seven-foot man, living in such a life is as difficult as it is.No one can understand, no one can care about, no one knows how much he misses the woman in the painting,

Some paths, if you make a mistake, are not terrible, but, some paths, if you make a mistake, it will be a lifetime.If you want to go back, you won't have a chance.

"Master, she's awake." When Murong Xiangao was feeling sad, suddenly, one of his servants entered the room and said to him.

He took a close look at the woman in the painting, then put the hairpin under the portrait, and followed the servants out of the room.

The master and the servant crossed the long corridor of Murong Mansion, and then came to the backyard of Murong Mansion, passed through a forest in the backyard, and finally came to a hut in the backyard. Quiet, everything you need is available.

On a recliner in the house, there was a woman lying flat. She looked only in her thirties, but her complexion was quite pale. She looked like she had just passed a serious illness.

On her face, hands, and neck, one can clearly see two scars.This person is none other than Murong Ling'er who fell from the sky holding Murong Xiaomei that day.

Her lethargy has lasted for more than ten years. During these ten years, Murong Xiangao tried every means to wake her up, but she couldn't wake up anyway. Finally, Murong Xiangao invited a master from nowhere, and Murong Ling'er was completely awakened.

"My lord..." Murong Ling'er's memory was still more than ten years ago, when she saw Murong Xiangao, she cried out, with joy in her eyes.

After she was rescued, she entered Murong Mansion for the first time, and she fell into a coma before she could explain everything clearly. Now, when she saw Murong Xiangao again, she felt as if she had passed away.She didn't know that these ten years could not only take away a woman's youth, but also turn a man from a son into a master.

"You're awake." Murong Xiangao just stood here. For more than ten years, he has been thinking of waking up Murong Ling'er every day, so that he can get some news about Murong Xiangyun. Now, she Really woke up, he didn't know what to ask.

"My lord, I seem to have had a very long dream. In the dream, there was a young lady holding her child, and she told me pitifully that she wanted me to take good care of her child, lord..." Murong Ling'er whispered up.

Her words moved Murong Xiangao's heart, and he sighed softly. Shang Fu, Shang Quan, and everyone with the surname Shang are the people he hates the most.

"You have become like this, how can you take care of it, and rest well." After Murong Xiangao finished speaking, she turned around and planned to leave.

"My lord, Shang Qing'er is Miss's child, her own. My lord..." Murong Ling'er persuaded softly, she knew that Murong Xiangao disagreed with the matter of Murong Xiangyun's marriage to Shang Quan, It was precisely because of this disagreement that Murong Xiangyun did not contact the Murong Mansion for more than ten years, and since then, the estrangement between the two brothers and sisters has been established.

"I know." Murong Xiangao was depressed and had no choice but to walk out of the room.

"Miss is most concerned about her children. Now, Miss is no longer in this world, son, you have to take care of her children..." Murong Ling'er yelled, and Murong Xiangao hesitated. Finally, he lifted his foot and stepped out of the yard.

"Young Master, Young Master..." Murong Ling'er continued to call, and her voice fell into Murong Xiang'ao's ears, making his whole complexion completely ugly.

Along the way, Murong Xiangao didn't speak a word, his face was extraordinarily solemn, everyone knew that Murong Xiangyun was his biological sister, but he didn't have an ordinary brother-sister relationship with his biological sister, He had watched her grow up in his arms like an elf since he was a child, and he had to say that sometimes, he felt distrustful of such a brother-sister relationship.

It wasn't until one day that he heard that Murong Xiangyun married someone else, that he really discovered that his relationship with Murong Xiangyun was not a so-called blood relationship at all, but had completely deteriorated, so he disagreed with Murong Xiangyun. The reason why Xiangyun married Shang Quan was that he was the eldest brother, and the eldest brother was like a father, so Murong Xiangyun had to listen to him. In fact, it was his selfishness at work, and he wanted to tie Murong Xiangyun to the his side.

Seeing that Murong Xiangyun married someone else, he had nothing to do, so he completely sealed himself off and chose to live alone. His favorite sister and woman left, he would rather die than die.

"Master, do you really hate Miss that much?" A servant next to Murong Xiangao asked him.

"No, we are brothers and sisters, how could we hate?" Murong Xiangao changed the subject, the secret that was pressed in his heart was only known to him, and no one else understood his heart, so he didn't want to treat him like this. An unethical feeling manifests itself.

"Since you don't hate, why don't you save the young lady? Master, now we have only one bloodline in Murong Mansion. Although Shang Qing'er is the daughter of Shang Quan, she is also the young master of our Murong Mansion." The servant reminded Murong Xiangao.

"I know, let me give you an order. Tomorrow, I will go to Zhongtu." Murong Xiangao made up his mind and ordered. "Also, everyone who travels with me must dress up and make no mistakes. Of course, don't stop for a moment when looking for a young lady. When I'm not in the mansion, take good care of Murong Ling'er... "

"Yes." The servant smiled and turned to make arrangements.Murong Xiangao hadn't left the Western Regions for more than ten years. Thinking about it, as long as he came forward to find Shang Qing'er and welcome the young master back, it was just around the corner.

Passing by the small bridge in Murong's mansion, Murong Xiangao stopped his steps. He stared blankly at the sky above the Western Regions, and then stared in the direction of Zhongtu.

"Sister, not only do I want to save your daughter, I also want to bring you back from the distant Middle Earth. If you want to be with me, I will still love you as before. Sister..."