Abandoned Concubine of a Cold-Blooded Prince

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At least you have to be the main room, right?Murong Lanxuan listened to her words, but she jumped out of his arms when he carried her out of the gate of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

Mingsihe strode forward, looking at the evening sun, she saw her shadow being stretched very long by the evening sun, she felt a little homesick.

In fact, she can be said to have a home, but she can also be said to be homeless.A family has been formed because of her and his hard work and years of hard work. Perhaps, at this moment, what he and Xiaosan are enjoying is all the warmth she left him.

She looked up, she wanted to be happy, she wanted to be happy, she wanted to laugh, but the moment she looked up, two lines of tears still flowed down her cheeks.

"Pairs of flowers in front of the shadows, the moon is just in the west chamber, you laughed and said that I wrote in a hurry, the two characters are like people looking at each other and separate the two chambers, but the night is cool..." She read out of her favorite songs, the most The lyrics of the song are written by Xun Yeyu, the song by Qiancaoxian, and the music sung by Hetu is a song called "Moon Dance Cloud Sleeves".

She likes Hetu's music, at least at this moment, it can bring her the same feeling. In fact, she can say that she has really forgotten and wants to forget the past, but she will always remember that some things are engraved in her heart, regardless of No matter how she wipes it off, it will always seem to be branded on her heart, lingering.

"Ming'er..." Murong Lanxuan stepped forward and wrapped her arms around her waist from behind. She raised her head and heard someone calling her Ming'er in a low voice. She couldn't tell who the person in front of her was.

Tears blurred her vision, and she really wanted to know nothing, to understand nothing.She leans on the man behind her, it doesn't matter who he is, as long as he can give her support, don't talk about feelings, don't fall in love, don't be sad, don't feel sad, that's the life she wants.

"My lord, the bride price and the carriage are all ready, lord, are you going there in person?" Fuyu stepped forward to interrupt their contemplation.

People who don't know, think that Murong Lanxuan and Mingsihe have long been in love with each other, and only they know it in their hearts. In fact, they just want what they want.

After using them, they are just strangers, and no one knows each other anymore.

According to what Fuyu saw, Murong Lanxuan actually didn't need to make this trip at all, as long as he, the housekeeper, came to the door with his things, the matter would be settled.A status as noble as Murong Lanxuan's would only make the Ming family look good in the past.

"Should we go?" Her voice was hoarse, she wiped away her tears and turned to face him.

Murong Lanxuan was standing in front of her, looking down at her, there was a faint and calm smile from the corner of his mouth, a kind of smile that was very unfamiliar to her.In fact, this matter was too simple, too easy to succeed, but it made her feel a little uneasy, as if this was the harbinger before the storm.

She doesn't want to think about what will happen in the coming days, what she will face, she can live past today, and let's talk about tomorrow's things tomorrow, but today is still tomorrow, she is still Mingsihe, a A woman whose destiny is controlled by others.

"I heard that the Ninth Prince is going to the Underworld to propose a marriage."

"I just said there is a show. You said two years ago that they would not get married."

"It seems that the third lady of the Ming family is not saving lamp oil."

"Actually, I think Miss Ming San is quite pretty too."

Some people watched from a distance, they got the latest news, they forgot what they were going to do, they just stopped and everyone was discussing, in fact, their lives are also very boring, it’s good to talk about these news occasionally .

Mingsihe leaned her head to listen to what those people said. In fact, the distance was not very far. They thought they spoke in a low voice, but it still reached her ears. She smiled softly, turned around and followed Fuyu to the side of the carriage .

"Miss San, please." Fuyu took out a small chair and helped Mingsihe get into the carriage, but Murong Lanxuan also abandoned the horse and got into the carriage.

The small carriage wasn't big enough to begin with, but Murong Lanxuan made the narrow space even smaller as soon as he came up. She didn't even dare to breathe too hard. He always made her feel a little difficult to breathe when he was in front of her. .

The royal aura emanating from him was enough to deter her.In fact, she is not afraid of him, but she wants to stay away from him. Some things are a kind of self-awareness formed in her heart.

"Can you tell me, what good will it do you if you marry me?" She actually asked a very idiotic question, knowing that the other party would not give her any answer.

A man who obviously hates her and wants to avoid her, but now forces her to come forward and let him marry her, this must be the funniest joke in the world, although it is a bit cold.

Murong Lanxuan stared at her, but said nothing. He stretched out his hand and gently pinched her minibus. His slender fingers brushed her hair lightly. He leaned over and blew gently on her ear. Her hair was a little itchy, and she scratched it lightly, but Murong Lanxuan took her hand.

"This king thinks this game is pretty good, so I cooperated with it." The answer Murong Lanxuan gave her made Mingsihe want to hit her head to death.

This game is pretty good, so, just cooperate?Did ancient people marry wives just for fun, and then continue to cooperate?

She widened her eyes and looked at him as if she saw him. Does this man really like to play, or is he hiding something?At least, at this moment, she really couldn't see it.

"Does this king look good?" Murong Lanxuan lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek, Mingsihe frowned slightly, why does this man always like to kiss her.

She wiped her face, and said with some disgust: "A face full of saliva, is this fun?" This man is too narcissistic, and she found that there are many good-looking men in ancient and modern China and abroad.

Murong Lanxuan was defeated by her, he retracted his hand, turned his head sideways, and rested with his eyes closed.It was very quiet in the carriage. She heard a strange sound, but she didn't know where it came from. After listening to it again, she realized that she was really hungry.

The consequences of not eating for a day are very serious. In front of Murong Lanxuan, there is nothing shameful about her stomach growling. It is just that she feels that she is a lady of the Ming family, and she does not have a full day of food. It is ridiculous. .

"Murong Lanxuan, how many wives do you have?" She gently squeezed his arm, not letting him sleep, he was going to sleep, and it was really boring for her to listen to her stomach growling all by herself.

Although it only takes half an hour to get to Hades from here, it's not too long, but it's not too short, she must find someone to talk about her parents' family.

"Huh? Do the math, there are eight if not ten." Murong Lanxuan said casually, but it frightened Mingsihe, she covered her face and looked at him.

Sure enough, stallions are trained in this way. If there are not so many women around, will he die?

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