Beauty and Beauty: Adopted Daughter Becomes Concubine

Chapter 1 Wedges
At the end of the autumn of the 12th year of Zhaowu, the imperial capital was blown by wind and sand, and the weather was so dry that people could smoke from their throats.

In Guanju Palace, the phoenix trees are whirling, and a round of crescent moons is on the top of the shoots, and everything is quiet.

Lian Yingtong's face was hidden in a shadow, and there was only a small square window in the whole house to let in a little moonlight.

She picked up the white jade hairpin and handed it to the person outside the window, "Thank you for your hard work, this is a little kindness, please accept it with a smile, father-in-law."

The slender white jade hands are slender and flawless, which makes the suet white jade hair pins pale in comparison.

The man was amazed, and immediately accepted the hairpin with a smile, "Oh, even the beauty is very polite." Then he gave her what she wanted through the window.

He didn't even have the chance to see the beauty when he was favored before, but so what if he was favored again?Today's Guanju Palace is like a cold palace.A woman who lost the emperor's favor, no matter how beautiful she was, could not escape a miserable death.

There is always money in the palace that can make ghosts turn the clock. She burned some silver frost charcoal in exchange, and when the weather turned cold, she curled up on the bed early in fear of the cold.

Late at night, the door lock rang, and she heard footsteps walking in, and someone lifted the quilt and leaned towards her.

The hot and humid breath came from her side, ambiguous in the silence, gradually mixed into her breath, and then covered her slightly cool lips, she obeyed, letting him drive straight into her lips and teeth.

Her body gradually heated up and became hot, and the single clothes were torn and thrown away by him a few times. She suddenly felt cold, and soon the two hugged each other tightly. , grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and stroked his face with the other.

The eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, the lips...

She couldn't see his appearance, but she could clearly picture his face in her mind. This man penetrated into her bones and blood, and captured her soul.

The hand caressing his face was pressed on the top of the head, and she turned over, "I said, I don't want to see you again." His body was full of lust, but his voice was as cold as a knife, yes, he said I will never want to see her again, she is imprisoned here out of the sun, without candles, and she spends every night in darkness.

How could I forget, he was always a bloodthirsty man.

All he wanted was a physical pleasure with her, and this was a deal between him and her.

After a long time, he got up happily, Lian Yingtong held back his body ache and grabbed his robe and said anxiously, "Your Majesty?"

He was silent with his back to her, and for a moment there was a voice outside the house breaking the silence.

She was moved, and rushed to the window, clasping the wooden bars with both hands, anxiously looking for the source of the sound.

The lights in the courtyard were dimly lit, and the woman was holding a palace lantern and leading a child in a cloak, wearing a round toddler like a little snowball.

Her eyes suddenly softened, she couldn't walk the last time she saw her, and she was babbling, she tried her best to get closer and look carefully.But I saw the child snuggling up to the woman, calling out in a childish voice: "Mother, concubine, give me a hug."

Her eyes were gloomy, and the child was taken away by him after birth to be raised by others. She used this transaction method in exchange for seeing each other, but she heard the babbling child calling other women mother and concubine, and she was happy.

The man has been paying attention to her, his eyes lost the indifference just now, deep and complicated.

Suddenly the child burst into tears, and the crying grabbed her heart. She couldn't see clearly what happened outside the house.

"Please, let me go out to see what happened to the emperor?" She almost knelt down and begged.

The man's dark pupils lost their warmth, "What can happen to the little wild species?" He asked her indifferently.

This kind of him makes her heart tremble.

She couldn't tell whether it was pain or resentment, and suddenly, she laughed out loud, "I swore I would never lie to you again, and you also promised me that you will always trust me, do you remember?"

I still remember the past, the hibiscus tent was warm.

How could he forget that she made a tender oath to him.

He remembered it even more clearly, and the words were still in his ears, but in a blink of an eye she eloped with someone and left the palace.

See you again, she is already pregnant and about to give birth.

She said it was his flesh and blood.

He was born with a pair of emerald green pupils, exactly like another man's. His pure black pupils were as dark as night, and his eyes were covered with frost.

The existence of the child was her complete betrayal of him, and she still insisted on her lie in front of him.

She slowly stood on tiptoe and put her arms around his shoulders.He raised his face and stared at him who was close at hand.

A ray of moonlight scattered on his cheeks, he was slightly paler and thinner than in her memory, and he seldom frowned in her impression.Now his face is expressionless, but the shallow wrinkles between his brows are clear.

He hated her, she knew, as much as she hated him at first.

He blocked her fingertips that touched the center of her brows, with a cold smile in his eyes, "From now on, Guanju Palace will be closed, I will not come again, and you will never think that there will be a day when you will leave."

Turning around and leaving, he didn't see that her eyes were as dark as ashes, and the palace door was closed again, cutting off her last hope.

Imprisoned in the deep palace until death, years of entanglement until finally ended, as much as he loves her, he hates her as much, love and hate intertwined so much that he would rather destroy her like this!
The night was deep and eerily silent.

Lian Yingtong sat for a long while, but couldn't bear the coldness of the ground, she took out a fire pocket she had exchanged, and lit the remaining silver frost charcoal.

The charcoal fire was dark red, reflecting her drooping face, and there was a natural mark of fire on her forehead, and in the firelight, it was as coquettish as a red crown on the top of a crane.There was a smile in his eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time, with an indescribable determination.

It didn't take long for the blazing flames to soar into the sky from the Guanju Palace, swallowing her imprisoned together with everything around her in an instant, turning them into ashes and dispersing without leaving a trace.

It was as if Lian Yingtong had never existed in the past six years.

(End of this chapter)