Beauty and Beauty: Adopted Daughter Becomes Concubine

Chapter 35 Crazy, I'm Only For You (2)
"I won't leave, Murong Yuchi and the two of us have secretly competed since we were young, except for the honorable status you were lucky enough to get, Murong Bixiao has nothing inferior to you. Tongtong, I won't give it up to you, even if I die." Murong Bixiao stood up straight and slowly drew the sword from his waist.

Murong Yuchi smiled enchantingly, but he was in high spirits, "Swords have no eyes, pupils will be afraid, we don't need weapons, let's have a good match, let me see, the good brother who has been fighting with me in secret since childhood, is he worthy?" Unworthy to be my opponent."

He let go of her cold little hand, his water-colored lips moved slightly, and said firmly to Lian Yingtong in a voice she could hear clearly.

"I want you, I want you!"

She couldn't hold on any longer, her beautiful eyes filled with tears in an instant, trembling and rushing out, unable to stop.

"Don't do this, please!"

There was no time to stop them, both of them were bound to win, like an arrow leaving the string without turning back.

It had nothing to do with decades of brotherly enmity, nothing to do with love between a man and a woman, and no identity grievances. The two used the hearts of the woman they loved, desperately, to become crazy about love once!
The two figures collided, sparing no effort to punch each other.

Lian Yingtong's face was pale, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

The lines of Murong Yuchi's whole body suddenly became incomparably cold and hard, no longer the slightest bit of sluggishness, bit by bit torn off that layer of invisible and charming appearance, the whole person is extremely cold and sharp.

There was still a hint of a smile in his eyes, his eyes were gloomy and cold, and every punch was a gesture of killing.Which member of the emperor's family has no hands stained with blood, Murong Yuchi has never denied the killing he experienced, growing up in the darkness and blood, stepping on many bones to the throne, the emperor's fate, since he is sensible, he understands that these cannot be avoided avoid.

He hadn't killed anyone for a long time, and he tried his best not to let his hands be stained with blood before hugging her, a woman as pure as paper, she was as clean as a ray of bright sunshine illuminating the darkness in his heart, just a ray of light and warmth, Murong Yuchi treasured it carefully and did not allow anyone to snatch it.

A punch hit Murong Bixiao's jaw, Murong Yuchi watched him stagger a few steps coldly, then flew over again, he sneered and waved his hand to block the attack again, clenched his clothes tightly, his eyes filled with cold cruelty.

"You can't afford her!"

Murong Bixiao's handsome face was tense, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his arms turned and cut towards his neck, "You can't afford it!"

"She belongs to me." Murong Yuchi raised the corners of his lips slightly as if smiling, and suddenly said slowly.

Murong Bixiao was taken aback, guessing the meaning behind Murong Weichi's words, whose expression had changed into a lazy expression, and instantly his tone became cold and filled with overwhelming anger.

"What did you do to her?" He gritted his teeth.

Murong Yuchi smiled dazzledly but didn't answer, his eyes were full of complacency, and he looked down at Murong Bixiao with a condescending cold smile.

Murong Yuchi who didn't say a word, but his eyes contained too many things he didn't know, Murong Bixiao suddenly felt panicked in his heart, and subconsciously looked at Lian Yingtong, whose face was pale and worried.

She also noticed what Murong Yuchi said to Xuanzhi with a smile, Xuanzhi's expression changed slightly and he looked at her, Lian Yingtong felt a tingle in her heart, her lips faded, her body trembled so much that she almost couldn't stand upright.

A trace of despair spread in her heart, she didn't even dare to look at Xuan Zhi again, she couldn't open her mouth to tell him what happened, and she couldn't even imagine his expression after learning about it?
After waiting for nine years, she was thinking of marrying him, and when she parted, she hoped that he would return to her side as soon as possible.

In a blink of an eye, she was lying under her own uncle, kissing, hugging, and doing intimate things that can only happen in a lover's world.

Xuan Zhi looked at her, as if he wanted to see through her heart and dig out her deep secret.

The tears in her eyes trembled and rolled down, Lian Yingtong's body trembled violently, she buried her face in her palms, she had no face to face Xuanzhi.

Her evasion was like a sharp knife stabbing into Murong Bixiao's heart mercilessly, causing it to be shattered. He didn't dare to think about it any further. A surge of anger and deep hatred rushed to his head, and the eyes in his eyes As if he was about to bleed, he punched Murong Yuchi crazily, this punch did not miss the severe pain in his hand.

The pain deeply stimulated him, and he swung again, and another heavy punch hit him. Murong Yuchi spat out a mouthful of blood.

Murong Bixiao's fist was about to fall, when Murong Yuchi suddenly raised his face slightly, his coquettish face was covered with a layer of cold light, and the whole body was full of chill.

This fist was punched firmly, blood stained Murong Yuchi's cheeks and alluring lips suddenly evoked a fleeting cold and deep smile, Murong Bixiao's heart trembled when he saw it.

There was cold killing intent in Murong Yuchi's eyes, with such an expression, even Yingtong shuddered all over, every time Murong Yuchi showed this expression, it meant that he would kill.

Lian Yingtong rushed forward, pulled away Murong Bixiao's punching arm, and blocked Murong Yuchi with her slender body.

"Don't fight again!"

"Who told you to come here!" Murong Weichi's voice was cold, his expression was as cold as ice, he grasped her wrist tightly, the slender wrist was unbearable to his strength, Lian Yingtong bit her lips tightly in pain, but her feet could not move an inch.

"You hurt her, let go!" Murong Bixiao felt distressed, growled and tugged Lian Yingtong's wrist which was tightly held by Murong Yuchi.

"You go, I don't want you to care." Her voice was not loud, but she was firm and indifferent.

Murong Bixiao's body trembled, and he said in disbelief, "Tongtong, what did you say?"

With tears in her eyes, Lian Yingtong gritted her teeth and said coldly, "Uncle, please leave Guanju Palace."

"You don't have to be afraid of him anymore, I'll take you away!" Murong Bixiao lowered her voice, and the fingertips of the palms holding her wrists became cold.

"My hand hurts, let go." She frowned and glanced at Murong Bixiao, then turned her gaze to the pinched red wrist, and then quickly glanced at Murong Yuchi, with her head bowed.

Murong Yuchi's cold eyes fell on the two of them, the person standing in front of him couldn't help trembling slightly, his voice was soft with a hint of crying, he wanted to kill Murong Bixiao, she rushed over so recklessly, she begged him not to hands on.

She was aware of his intentions, she was afraid that he would really kill Murong Bixiao, she stood in front of him, but the person she wanted to save was another man!
Even though he was so angry, because of her suppressing his anger, Murong Yuchi slowly let go of his palm, but the next moment he forcibly clasped his ten fingers into her little hand, keeping her by his side.

Murong Bixiao's heart was surging, facing the silent Lian Yingtong, he suddenly felt powerless.

She asked him to leave, with such a cold and indifferent tone, the uneasiness in his heart continued to expand.

Something must have happened, something must have happened to her!

Scarlet blood covered Murong Bixiao's pupils, he tried his best to control the fishy sweetness in his throat, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Tongtong, come here."

Lian Yingtong bit her lip, and slowly raised her head with a frighteningly pale face.

"You go, please."

With a very light sound, it was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, tearing out pain that would never be restored.

Slowly retreating a few steps, Murong Bixiao straightened his back and turned around, her figure gradually disappeared from his eyes, and the fishy sweetness in his throat came out of his mouth soundlessly, he wiped it away until he was far away from the Switch Palace, his figure was slumped Only then did Fu Fang calm down, and left the palace staggeringly.

Moisture blurred her pupils, she forcefully pulled her hand out of Murong Yuchi's palm, "Don't hurt him, give me some time and I'll explain it to him."

Just as Murong Yuchi was about to say something, he heard a noise coming from the dormitory, even Yingtong was startled, and hurriedly wiped away his tears, "My mother is awake, you should leave quickly."

Murong Yuchi's eyes flickered as he heard Murong Lanxin's footsteps gradually approaching.He suddenly put his arm on Lian Yingtong's shoulder, and leaned half of his body over.

"Don't..." She was obviously frightened into a cold sweat by his sudden movement.

"How can I leave with peace of mind when you look like this." He leaned his face sideways and whispered in her ear, "Little girl is obedient, help me."

Murong Lan frowned, twisted the hot handkerchief and threw it to Murong Yuchi, "Apply yourself." While speaking, she took a lot of medicine bottles from the cabinet and put them in front of him, and couldn't help but whisper, "You and Bi Xiao You are such an adult, why are you still acting like a child, you are not afraid of Tongtong laughing at you if you get hurt after not seeing martial arts for so long."

Murong Yuchi smiled lightly, and wiped the wound on the corner of his lips with a hot handkerchief, "I won." Looking at Lian Yingtong who bowed her head and said nothing beside her, she was still in a daze.

"Sigh, I don't know what to say about you. When the queen mother sees you, she will scold you." Murong Lan couldn't help shaking her head, "I beg you, sister Huang, to take your temper. Also, you are considering the issue of children, The queen mother mentioned this to me a few days ago, she is old and looking forward to the birth of the emperor's grandson, so there has been no excitement in the palace for a long time. Tongtong is about to choose a son-in-law, you look a bit like an uncle."

Murong Yuchi smiled after hearing this, and asked Lian Yingtong, who seemed very concerned, "Who did Tongtong choose?"

Murong Lanxin also looked over at the same time, and she didn't hear her voice for a long time, "Tongtong, what are you thinking? Your uncle asked you something."

"I don't marry anyone." Lian Yingtong's face was pale and bloodless, she looked at Murong Yuchi, "I don't marry anyone, I don't marry anyone, I will always be with my mother."

"You're talking stupid again, my mother won't be with you forever, what will you do in the future?"

Her eyes were red and she bit her lips tightly. The person she was thinking of was deeply hurt by her, and the person she wanted to be happy with forever, she failed his heart.

The shady relationship with Murong Yuchi filled her with a sense of guilt, she was so heavily pressed that she could hardly breathe, despair, full of despair wrapped her up.

"I've said it before, I won't marry, I won't marry, I won't marry!" She suddenly stood up and walked out, she would hardly be able to breathe if she stayed here any longer.

Murong Yuchi frowned and stared at her leaving back, a flash of pain flashed across his eyes, Murong Lan beside him was quietly watching him, her fingertips pinched tightly in her palm, her eyes gradually turned cold, until her heart was as cold as ashes.

After more than ten hours of long waiting for the day to turn into night, Murong Yuchi lowered his eyes slightly with a sullen face, and his figure was hidden in the night.

It was nearly halfway through the night, and after only one day of seeing him, he was so full of lovesickness that he couldn't sleep at night for the first time in his life, just like a man who had just tasted love.

He has always been a light sleeper, and he has no sleepiness tonight, sitting quietly waiting for the dawn, his deep black eyes flickering with stars.

Kneading his furrowed brows, a tingling pain spread, Murong Yuchi sighed deeply, stood up and stepped out of the imperial study room, his eyes flashed a small and slender figure not far away, hugging his knees and not moving, the wind happened to blow Turn off the Qiqiao lamp placed by her hand.

A wisp of blue smoke billowed up in the night sky, and the solitary figure exuded loneliness, gripping Murong Yuchi's heart.

She subconsciously raised her head to look in the direction where Murong Yuchi was standing, her big watery eyes were black and the pupils were like ink, "Uncle...my knee hurts, I can't walk..." Her voice was soft and helpless, her expression was so dazed.

After the autumn rain stopped, the ground was still a little damp. I don't know how long she sat there. She was covered with heavy night dew from head to toe. Her long eyelashes were thickly hung with tiny mist beads, which made her clear eyes brighter.

She was hugged by Murong Yuchi and sat on the small couch in the imperial study, opened the curtains, and the pearls beside the desk gave off a soft luster, quiet and pleasant warmth.

Without saying a word, he wiped the fine water droplets between her black hair, and she still held the begging lamp he gave her in her hand.

"Mother is not here tonight, I am afraid of the dark when I come out in the middle of the night." She lowered her eyes and murmured.

Murong Weichi's hands were slightly stiff, and her heart was pinched again. The darkness terrified her.

The palm slipped down and warmed her cheek, Lian Yingtong closed her eyes and sighed softly, helpless, helpless, powerless, and at a loss.

"I've thought about it for a long time, but I still want to see you."

He listened to her with a calm and indifferent expression, "Are you still afraid that I will recklessly kill Murong Bixiao?"

Lian Yingtong burst into tears, her heart aching uncontrollably.

Her tears silently explained everything, and Murong Yuchi's heart ached.

On the deepest and solemn night, she was alone with the dim candle light, maybe she couldn't see the way ahead clearly, she endured the fear of the dark and came to see him, still for another man.

With the palm moved away, her cheeks quickly lost heat.

In the next moment, Lian Yingtong's cool little hand grasped the front of his palm, evidently mustering up a lot of courage to speak, her soft voice couldn't help trembling, "I'm only for you."

His heart beat half a beat suddenly, Murong Yuchi was stunned for a moment.

"I need some time to clarify with him." Hot tears kept rolling in the eyes, "I don't want you to kill him, I don't want him to have an accident, and I don't want your hands to be covered with blood."

Murong Yuchi's deep eyes flickered, and the fast half beat returned to calm again for an instant, and he smiled coldly and said, "My hands were covered with blood a long time ago, you have seen it with your own eyes, haven't you?" Spreading out his hands, The joints are clearly slender and good-looking.

A pair of hands that control the world, control life and death.

The more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they are.

Lian Yingtong's heart ached so badly, she nodded slightly and tears welled up in her eyes.

A pair of small hands stretched out and placed in Murong Yuchi's palm at the same time. Enduring the pain in her knees, she half knelt on the small couch, her little face raised slightly in pain and aggrieved, "I still see that scene three years ago in my dreams. My father died The ex told me not to take revenge, and I listened to him and lived well. Uncle, don’t kill people, okay? I’m not ignorant, I know you treat me well, and I don’t want anyone to die because of me! Our relationship is already too heavy... Don't mix it with blood, I, I..."

"Can't take it, can you?" Murong Yuchi's voice became hoarse, and his heart ached when she cried.

"I can't stand it, I can't stand your kindness to me, I can't stand you always guessing my thoughts right, I can't stand the heavy relationship between you and me that makes me almost unable to breathe..."

Holding her face in his hands, and wiping away the tears she shed with his thumb, Murong Yuchi almost roared in a hoarse voice, "Then don't worry about anything, just stay in my arms, I will bear the responsibility when the sky falls!"

Lian Yingtong was trembling all over, and grabbed onto his broad and thick shoulders with all her strength, as if a drowning person grasped at a life-saving straw, whether he let go or not, the result was actually the same.

Back then she chose to forgive, chose not to hate him anymore, and even made a small compromise, but things were far from being as simple as she imagined.

"We didn't end well, no, never..."

"Would you like to..."

Lian Yingtong suddenly hooked his neck and bit his lips, sealed the few words he hadn't asked, and murmured between her lips and teeth, "I don't know, I don't know..." She clasped his lips with trembling fingers. Back, the bottom of my heart is afraid of what he will ask her.

With her flustered appearance, Murong Yuchi was so excited that he had a subtle hope in his despair.

The salty tears made the corners of his injured lips tingle slightly, covering her trembling lips, Murong Yuchi rolled them gently and patiently.

"I can agree to your request. Remember, I stepped back and compromised just because I didn't want you to be sad anymore. As I said, I want your response in this relationship. I can give you more time, but you have to start Learn to understand my heart instead of standing still and indifferent."

Murong Yuchi has been fighting for nearly 30 years. He never cares about the world's vision, let alone how future generations will comment on everything he does.

This relationship with her may really be as she said, there will be no good results, a love full of deep sins, people in the world cast aside and ridicule, how to expect a good result.

In fact, it doesn't matter, he doesn't care, he's fine with everything, the only thing he cares about is keeping her from being hurt.

The silent nod of the person in her arms undoubtedly gave Murong Yuchi a hint, last night she took a small step and made him secretly happy, this time she has already begun to try to get close to the love he gave.

His deep and gloomy eyes flickered, and with a hint of surprise, he kissed her bright red lips again, stroking her back and forth with his palm against the curve of her body.

Lian Yingtong's arms clung to his shoulders helplessly, she closed her eyelids and her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, her body gradually became hot with his touch.

She was trembling and didn't avoid him, she had always had feelings for him.

Murong Yuchi's palm slowly moved down to touch her knee, and Lian Yingtong heard a slight sound beside her ear, "It hurts..."

"Knead it for you."

He stopped the lingering caress and got up to get the medicine.

Lian Yingtong looked up at Murong Yuchi who was helping her to rub her sore knee, the wound on the corner of her lips was so obvious.

"Uncle, it really hurts." When Murong Yuchi took a light breath from the small touch of her fingertips, she dared not touch it again.

Touching her soft and worried eyes, he has experienced no matter how painful the pain is, but she cares about Murong Yuchi inadvertently, and his heart warms slightly.

"I'll help you apply the medicine." She avoided Murong Yuchi's gaze staring at her, and went to get the medicine bottle beside her.

(End of this chapter)