Forced to marry as a concubine: the prince is too presumptuous

Chapter 114 Can't
Xiyao brought her a lot of happiness.

No matter what, she always grew up eating the food of the Lan family, and she also breathed the air of the Lan family.

Don't forget your roots no matter what.

The mother is always the mother, the mother she has called for more than ten years.

Xie Qingyi is very smart. From her words, it can be heard that she already knows what the two women just said. It is obvious that those are all true. Otherwise, Xie Qingyi would not be able to guess right just by guessing. .

It's always her fate. In fact, it's impossible to get rid of it.

Yan Mo didn't speak all this time, he still had that indifferent expression. When he saw her finally turn around, his expression softened a bit, but he stretched out his hand and said softly, "You are Lan Ximo."

The words "Lan Ximo" seemed to tell her that she was the young lady of the Lan family and had never changed.

As if receiving his cup, her hand fell into his palm, leading her and they walked into the ancestral hall together, directly past the two women who were still kneeling on the ground, as if nothing had changed, everything It was the same as when she first entered the Lan Mansion, but she knew that there were some knots in her heart that had been locked just now, and the key was in Yan Mo's hands, he knew everything, but he just didn't say anything.

Ximo paid homage to her grandfather, and when she turned back, the two women were still doing their errands, they didn't leave but they didn't dare to speak anymore, Xie Qingyi was always waiting at the door, seeing her and Yan Mo coming out together, She smiled brightly like a flower, and said in a warm voice: "Let's go, don't make your father wait, it would be great if Xiyao was here, he loves you as a sister the most."

That low sigh made Ximo see the crow's feet in the corners of her eyes, time is not forgiving, and mother is also old.

Forget it, it's still her mother, that biological mother, if no one tells, what's the use of her thinking about it deliberately.

No one told her.

But she decided to continue asking Yan Mo at night.

No one wants to know the complex of blood connection, otherwise, that person is ruthless.

And she is kind.

Sometimes, I don't even know my own heart.

That's because everything she met was so indifferent, making it impossible for her to experience the beauty of warmth.

During a family dinner, his injury was still there, but he accompanied her as if nothing happened.

Everything was put aside, the affairs of the palace were the affairs of the court, and Yan Kang did not send anyone to disturb him.

After a busy day, when she returned to her small yard, she realized that it was still the most beautiful place.

Once upon a time, she actually fell in love with tranquility.

But this silence is not pure silence.

Inside and outside the yard, in front of and behind the door, there were rows of maidservants, all of whom were silent.

This is the arrangement of mother and father, because there is a distinguished guest in the Lan Mansion, that is the sixth prince Yan Mo, and they always entertain Yan Mo, or maybe it's not her.

From the gate to the gate, wearing a red carpet, walking on it is soft and comfortable, holding Yan Mo's arm, she is like a proud queen, but she is still a concubine after all Her identity doesn't mean she wants to be righted, but she wants to get rid of that identity. The free world she told Yankang is not a joke, it is what she wants most in her heart.

The wooden barrel was filled with bathing water, and the door was finally closed, but it was not her world alone, and there was an extra Yanmo in her eyes.

"I will return those presents to you." She whispered, and took off her clothes indifferently, but the untied belt hadn't slipped off, and as soon as the light and floating figure fell, the white and damn good-looking, smelling sandalwood The masculinity floated in front of him, "I'll do it."

Well, I've already seen her all, haven't I?

It doesn't matter if it's more or less, she has already put everything away.

What kind of ambition can she have if she doesn't even know who her mother and father are.

"You can do it yourself."

"Okay, how long?" He asked casually, he took off her clothes, and she played with the petals in the bathtub. In such a cold day, mother can find flowers to wash her in a flower bath, and the fragrance makes her greedy. I took a sip, in fact, only the things of nature are the most intoxicating and liking.

"Until you get tired of it."

He whispered, but his finger landed on the strap of her tube top. The touch made her tremble slightly, and she pushed her hand, "My lord, you are injured, go and lie down quickly, Ximo will come by herself."

"I'll do it." She was so stubborn, even if she was injured.

Men, are they all like this?
But Mu Lianfeng was not like this. Mu Lianfeng didn't insist on marrying her, and finally divorced her and then pushed her to Yan Mo in a justifiable way, and pushed away her happiness.

With a fingertip, the strap opened, and the soft tube top fell down, revealing her two snow-white peaks. She lifted her legs and slid into the water, covered her body with fragrant petals, and temporarily covered her shyness in her heart.

This time, Yan Mo didn't follow her in. If he went in, he would die. He was covered in injuries. It was a miracle that he could still sit and stand.

Holding the water in hand, in the world of two people, you can ask anything, "Amo, tell me, what did my mother do to you?"

His low breath rang in his ears, Yan Mo looked at her quietly, after a long time, amidst the countless sounds of water she stirred up, he suddenly said: "She killed a close relative of mine."

"Who is your closest relative? It's not your mother and concubine, nor is it your younger brother Yan Kang. Could it be, is it the first emperor?" King Qingling flashed across his mind, the only rebellious royal family he heard in his memory. The relative of the state is the King of Qingling.

But when she asked this question, she suddenly understood his hatred for her.

"No."

"Who is that?"

"You don't need to know, Ximo, knowing too much is not a good thing for you."

"Why don't you let me pay for her life?"

"Ximo, your mother is already dead and paid for her life. Ximo, I always thought I hated you, but I never thought of asking you to die."

Shui continued to hug her body, "Ah Mo, have you fallen in love with me?" He was so abnormal that she couldn't understand it. Sometimes, being too gentle is not a good thing, it would make her feel too insecure .

Yan Mo didn't speak, but just stretched out his hand to pick up the water and petals, and sprinkled it on her half-exposed snow-white fragrant shoulders, and then looked at her quietly, as if he wanted to see the bottom of her heart.

"Hehe, I steal men, I raise men, I conceive an illegitimate child, I'm shameless, I'm a slut, I'm..." She counted all the crimes he had brought her, each one of which made her feel guilty. The crime of suffering a woman's life is so natural, because she has already confessed all that, she is not that kind of woman, never has been, but before she finished speaking, a slender hand covered her mouth, "Ximo, don't belittle yourself."

"I didn't, haha, it was you, you gave me everything, Mo, I thank you, it was you who made me grow up overnight, Ah Mo, don't fall in love with me, I hate you." Gently She looked at him intently, but there was really hatred rather than love in her misty eyes.

"Lan Ximo, shut up." He tapped her acupoints with one hand, making her unable to speak again.

She didn't speak, but she could see her eyes. Looking at him, she hated him even more, as if she wanted to pierce his heart.

He picked up her wet body from the water, wiped it carefully with a soft cloth, and then put her on the bed. When the quilt was pulled, she still couldn't move, "Sleep."

Without closing her eyes, she stared at him fixedly, hating him for touching her acupuncture points, but she had nothing to do, not even a chance to resist.

Wasn't he injured? He was still so strong. He really shouldn't be saved. Let him die of pain and drown.

The two people just looked at each other like this, the little candlelight reflected the dimness in the room, her mother killed his dearest relative, so he hated her, but her mother, how did she die?

She doesn't close her eyes anyway, she doesn't sleep.

Time, I don't know how long it has passed, it has been so long that even the sound of clapper clapper is far away and clear, with a soft sigh, he stretched out his hand to untie her acupuncture points, and he really lay beside her and stayed there. Lan Fuli fell asleep.

Aren't you afraid that someone will suddenly appear in the middle of the night to kill him?
But really, he fell asleep soon, but she couldn't fall asleep anyway.

Listening to his breathing, imagining everything that might happen between her mother-in-law and his closest relatives, in fact, she and him are really a sin, if her mother-in-law is really his enemy , then she should not be with him.

Maybe it was because of his injury. Yan Mo really fell into a deep sleep this time. Xi Mo, who couldn't sleep, quietly got up and got out of bed carefully. She really wanted to go to the ancestral hall to hear something again, but she knew that this The people in the Lan Mansion will never gossip anymore, those two women will definitely be severely punished by their mother, the secret that has been kept for more than ten years is suddenly revealed, but it is so frustrating for her uncomfortable.

There were night watchmen standing in front of the door and in the courtyard. It was a really cold night, but no one dared to leave half a step. They put their hands on the door, but they took it back. She knew she couldn't get out. How can she go out if she guards here like an arm.

Withdrawing her feet and standing in front of the window, the moon is like a hook, just like her heart is wandering and has nowhere to go.

After standing for a long time, she turned around and walked towards the small bed. She used to sleep alone on this bed, but at this moment, a man squeezed into it. When she looked at it, she suddenly felt a strange feeling. It felt as if this place was no longer where Hao used to live, and she was no longer the young lady in the Lan Mansion.

In the candlelight, the man's face is very calm, but his handsome face is full of cold and hard lines. I don't know how he can combine his facial features so beautifully and coquettishly. He and Yan Kang are basically two monsters of the Yan family.

Actually, so what if her own mother killed his closest relative?Those have nothing to do with her at all, do they?
In the past, she was not even willing to step on an ant to death.

(End of this chapter)