Abandoned Concubine of a Cold-Blooded Prince

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Murong Lanxuan kept torturing her, Mingsihe was a little anxious, she really wanted to take this man off her body.

"You... Hurry up, I'm going to sleep when I'm done." Mingsihe said, she bit her lip and stared at the dangerous look in Murong Lanxuan's eyes, but suddenly she was no longer afraid.

"What a... hypocritical woman!" Murong Lanxuan looked at her expression, clearly enjoying this moment, but she still insisted on saying such words, as if he was forcing her.

The more this is the case, he will not let her go easily.

"I'm a hypocritical woman, please finish this quickly." She was obviously afraid, because she was afraid of his treatment, but she insisted that she knew the consequences of provoking him, but she couldn't control her heart .

She closed her eyes, but Murong Lanxuan slammed forward fiercely, Mingsihe was so painful that tears rolled in her eyes, in fact, she was not afraid of this kind of treatment, what she was afraid of was Murong Lanxuan's ungentleness.

From the first day when he met him, he had never been gentle to himself. All the things he treated him seemed to be constantly in his mind, making her try the wound again and again.

"Call out, this king ordered you to call out." Murong Lanxuan said to her, but Mingsihe turned her head sideways, her eyes widened, looking at such a dark night.

She kept shaking her head. Men will never understand the pain of a woman. This is not favor, but abuse.

"No, don't." Mingsihe finally couldn't restrain herself from yelling, she kept yelling, and the heart-piercing voice reached Murong Lanxuan's ears.

"Murong Lanxuan, I hate you." She is not well yet, how could he do this, even if she is not afraid of him, but she is so weak, how could he bear to treat himself?If one day this body collapses, what should I do?

"Boring." Murong Lanxuan said, but released himself. After a long time, he turned and walked down, walking towards the window.

After Mingsihe was relieved, she pulled the quilt to cover herself, and she gently wiped her tears. In fact, they love to cry, but since coming here, she has become cowardly and loves to cry , becoming no longer like myself.

Whether she is herself or Mingsihe, even she can't recognize it, she doesn't know, and she doesn't even have an answer.

"Concubines are boring, and I hope you will take in a few more concubines in the future, so that you can pass on the family line for the prince." Mingsihe said quietly, when will such a road end?

She thinks that she saved someone great, but who will save her?She pushed herself towards such a man, where would she go?

Murong Lanxuan listened to her words, he didn't speak, opened the window, the cold wind slowly blowing in, and Mingsihe was so cold that her whole body was shivering constantly, she pulled the quilt tightly, but still felt a little cold.

She forgot that no matter how cold the place is, no matter how many quilts are covered, coal is burned here. If it is in modern times, there will be air conditioning, at least it will not suffer like this.Her health is obviously not good, if she suffers from the wind and cold again, she must not be able to get up tomorrow.

"You are not Mingsihe." Murong Lanxuan said to the person on the bed with her coat on. She is indeed not Mingsihe, but who is she?

He had suspected this question early on, but up to now he had to admit that she was indeed not.If she is really Mingsihe, it is absolutely impossible for her to cry so loudly when facing his favor, and let him take a few more concubines.

What's more, she doesn't seem to know anyone in the mansion, and she doesn't know the way up and down the mansion, which makes him a little suspicious. I don't move around often, but people and roads are very familiar.

"I'm not her, why, do you feel bad?" Ming Sihe sat up, and she looked at the man standing in front of the window with a sneer.

There is indeed moonlight tonight, but no matter how bright the light is, it cannot illuminate her heart.She had to admit that she was really not her, no matter how much she pretended, she really couldn't achieve that effect, she was not Mingsihe, no matter how used she was, she still wasn't.

"Who are you?" Murong Lanxuan said, he approached her step by step, looking at this woman, who is she.

She was obviously afraid of him, but her eyes were so clear that even if he saw through her, he couldn't see her clearly.In a person's eyes, there are too many things, and there is chaos in the complexity. How can one have such a high level of training? This is not something that ordinary women can do.

"A woman who seeks freedom." She really seeks freedom, even if she is given a queen, she is not willing to do so. Freedom is something that everyone pursues, and it cannot be satisfied by glory and wealth.

Murong Lanxuan looked at her and remained silent for a long time. Although her answer did surprise him, he didn't intend to pursue it any further. Whether she was Mingsihe or not, now, she was just him, Murong Lanxuan. woman, this is an unchangeable fact.

"Without my king's permission, you don't want to be free." Murong Lanxuan's woman has never dared to say that he wants it, and he has never heard of a woman who wants to have it.

Men are women's heaven and the gods in their hearts.However, she has always been so disdainful towards him, since that day when she woke up after a coma, and now, what exactly does she want.

"You can't stop my heart." She closed her eyes and stopped looking at him. Murong Lanxuan was lying beside her, but she was pressing the quilt to prevent him from pulling it.

Murong Lanxuan pulled the quilt, but she was lying there motionless, pressed tightly by the quilt, and she didn't intend to share the same layer of quilt with him at all.

"You..." Murong Lanxuan was angry and funny, what kind of person is she, so arbitrary, so...cute.

He suddenly felt that she was cute. He who had never thought women were cute, looked at her face now, but it was so delicate.

"I won't force you anymore, be good." Murong Lanxuan reached out and stroked her face gently, but Mingsihe was indeed too tired, so she let go of her hand.

Murong Lanxuan got into the bed, and with her body... it seemed to warm his heart.

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