Devil's Concubine

Chapter 330 How Can... Forget Her (2)
Shaking his head vigorously, Chu Yunshang yelled loudly: "It can't be done, my head hurts so much, I don't want to think about it."

Qin Shurong was startled, he didn't expect that Chu Yunshang would have such sequelae, his figure flashed, rushed to the head of the bed, hugged Chu Yunshang in his arms, patted her on the back and said, "Okay , I don’t want to, we don’t want to, I’m sorry!”

Chu Yunshang felt uncomfortable being hugged by him, pushed him away forcefully, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why are you hugging me, it's so annoying."

Qin Shurong was pushed away by her, and he didn't know how to react for a while. He looked at her obsessively, as if he was stupid, and felt so lost in his heart. Stripped out.

No matter whether she is that Chu Yunshang or not, after all, she does not belong to him!

"I'm sorry!" He said in a low voice, got up and left.

Looking at Qin Shurong's leaving back, Chu Yunshang frowned more and more. He knit into a ball and muttered in a low voice, "This man is really a strange person, but why does he feel familiar? Could it be that he likes I can't?"

Thinking of this, Chu Yunshang's pretty face flushed slightly, and she was so shy, she quickly grabbed the quilt, covered her head and shrunk into an ostrich.

Outside the bedroom, two court ladies stood under the eaves, watching Qin Shurong leave, and sensing Qin Shurong's hostility, the two looked at each other and stuck out their tongues.

"That woman seems to have lost her memory. It's ridiculous." One of the maids said.

Another one said: "Yeah, I don't know why I lost my memory. It seems that even His Highness has forgotten it. After all, Luo Hua deliberately flowed ruthlessly. I don't know how sad His Highness will be."

"Hee hee, Your Highness is sad, so you can take advantage of it? You are still pretending to be a good person."

"It's disgusting, why are you saying it so bluntly, you have a chance if you are different."

The two frolicked for a while, and looked into the bedroom with their heads poking around. Seeing that Chu Yunshang hadn't been disturbed, they straightened their clothes and got busy with their own work.

Chu Yunshang woke up, but was a stranger again. It took Qin Shurong almost half a month to slowly accept this fact.

But the disappearance of Chu Yunshang was unacceptable to Mo Ranchen even if it took him a lifetime.

Mingyue City, the backyard of the Prince's Mansion, under the rockery.

A glass of dirty wine, a crystal coffin, and a down-and-out man in scarlet clothes.

He once told her that, on the anniversary of her death, they would come together to pay homage to her mother.

What a small wish, but in the end, it still came to nothing.

For more than ten years, before his mother's tomb, he was always the only one.

"Yunshang, if you hear the call of my heart, will you remember that there is a man waiting for you in Mingyue City? Yunshang, where are you?"

Raising your hand, you drank a glass of wine, and the wine fell into your throat, turning into tears of lovesickness.

Mo Ranchen knelt down slowly, kowtowed respectfully to the crystal coffin three times, stood up, and was about to leave.

At this moment, the fat Persian cat jumped out from nowhere, meowed, and jumped onto the crystal coffin with its body on its back.

"This is the concubine's cat?" Mo Ranchen muttered to himself.

Mo Ranchen doesn't like pets, but because this cat was raised by his mother and concubine himself, he has been keeping it in this cave all the time, so that he can talk about seeing things and thinking about others.

During this period of time, there was only room for one person in his heart. If it weren't for today's death day, maybe he wouldn't have come here at all.

But at this moment, looking at the cat, thoughts from the past rushed in like a flood breaking a bank, and instantly drowned him.

"Chen'er, you have to remember that in this world, except yourself, no one will treat you well for no reason. Don't be kind to someone easily, let alone fall in love with someone, because once you love, Then you can never find yourself again."

"Chen'er, women, no matter what kind of women they are, you can't believe everything they say. The only thing you can trust is yourself, because only you will not harm yourself."

"Chen'er, things in the world are unsatisfactory in all likelihood, and the road to the strong is bumpy and bumpy. Only with a heart that is unmoved by wind and rain can you be as immovable as a mountain and as firm as a rock. What you have experienced, what you have experienced What you see is often a stumbling block on your way forward.”

"No matter how beautiful love is, it is just a feast of traps. Once you sink into it, you will kill yourself. Chen'er, remember, don't love. Once you fall in love, it will be your death!"

"Born in the royal family, the most ruthless. If you want to live, you must first learn to be ruthless."

"Woo... woo..."

The sound of panting was like the sound of a dilapidated blower. Mo Ranchen seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and his whole body was soaked in sweat. The sweat wet his hair and stained his skin. His eyebrows also blurred his eyes.

Mo Ranchen's hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.

"No, no, concubine mother, you are wrong, no, it is not what you said, and I will definitely not become like that!"

"Don't struggle, only by forgetting, only by being unfeeling can you truly climb to the top. This is your predestined destiny!"

Voices rang in my ears endlessly, the ink stained the dust, and I struggled violently in my heart.

But how can we be unfeeling?
To love someone, but to end up in business and leave forever, is it considered unfeeling?

In a low voice, with a roar, Mo Ranchen's figure flashed, grabbed the long sword hanging at the side, unsheathed the long sword, and his figure was as strong as a swimming dragon!

Using the sword as the pen, the pen followed the dragon and the snake, and wrote four large characters on the ground with ease!

Too forgetful!

Only by forgetting feelings can we avoid harm and be invincible.

The long sword never stayed in the slightest, these four words leaped across the floor, and soon, the open space in front of them was filled with words.

The tip of the sword stopped, and Mo Ranchen looked at the four words with red eyes, panting heavily.

But why, the figure in my mind is still lingering.

Those eyes seemed to be able to see through his soul, leaving him nowhere to hide.

(End of this chapter)