Beauty and Beauty: Adopted Daughter Becomes Concubine

Chapter 80 Imprisonment of the Strange Bi Tong (2)
"Little boy, tell me that Murong Bixiao forced you, you didn't do it voluntarily, he forced you to do everything!"

Lian Yingtong laughed in pain when she heard this.

"No, he didn't treat me like that. I have nothing to do with him. The child belongs to you!"

Murong Bixiao helped her, and she had hurt him emotionally time and time again, but he still had no complaints or regrets.

At the risk, he bears the misunderstanding of others, and takes her away to fulfill her wish.

He took care of her who was pregnant and never exceeded his courtesy. He never wanted her thanks, let alone her apology.

Their relationship was frank and open, and there was no personal affair between men and women. She had already felt sorry for Xuanzhi, and she could no longer put all the blame on him for herself.

She will not answer according to Murong Yuchi's words, because her love for him cannot be mixed with any flaws.

Simple, persistent, with a sincere heart.

Her daughter is not Xiao Yezhong, but Murong Yuchi's own son, the princess of the Murong family, the identity of the child is beyond doubt.She will not let her daughter be like herself, without being recognized and shameful.

In the future, her daughter will enter the genealogy as the eldest princess of the Murong clan and become an upright princess of Nanming. Her daughter is not a stain on her betrayal of Murong Yuchi!

The tight hug suddenly loosened in a moment of suffocating pain, Murong Yuchi stepped back a few steps, and Lian Yingtong, who had lost her support, fell to the ground unexpectedly.

Murong Yuchi's eyes were filled with shock and anger, and a smile slowly appeared on her lips, but her eyes were red from crying but she resolutely rejected what he said.

"Brother Ah Lin..."

Murong Yuchi clasped her slender neck tightly with the palm of his hand, and tightened it so hard that Lian Yingtong immediately became speechless, and as his arm was raised, her whole body was lifted off the ground on tiptoes and hung in the air.

Only once, Murong Yuchi threw her in the water for a long time before choking her because she sneaked out at night to listen to Yi Jiangnan playing the Qiang flute.

He even ordered to cut off Yi Jiangnan's wrist, he couldn't tolerate her getting close to other men, Murong Yuchi has always had a strong desire to possess and control her!
She was in pain, breathing heavily with her lips parted, making a hoarse panting sound, her fair face gradually flushed, and her little hand instinctively held the back of his hand tightly.

Lian Yingtong's tears couldn't stop falling, she scalded his palm, and struggled to utter a few words, "Brother Ah Lin——"

Murong Wei's heart trembled, he loosened his hand a little, and tightened it again after she took a deep breath.

"I want you to think carefully these days, Tongtong, why don't you become smarter and lie to me like you did a few times ago? Huh?"

She was still crying, her throat was choked and she shook her head slightly.She once lied to Murong Yuchi, and she promised him that she would never lie to him again in this life.

"I'll give you a chance, you just have to follow what I said, Murong Bixiao forced you, and give me an excuse to spare you!"

In the past few months, he often went to see the child. She was strong and round. Her facial features, face shape, and grin were exactly the same as Tongtong when she was a child. So determined that the child was his own, he had to find something to prove and convince himself, but he was disappointed time and time again.

Every time he sees those clear green eyes, Murong Yuchi's heart seems to be gouged out again and again by blunt blades, bloody and bloody but can't be cut off quickly, the pain entangles his heart to death.

Because she is his little boy, Murong Yuchi broke the last bottom line in the past, and she wanted to give him a reason, a reason that he could convince himself to let her go!
As long as she says that Murong Bixiao forced her, it's not her fault, and he will spare her!
She couldn't give an explanation, and he found an excuse for her, but why didn't she want it?What else does she want him to do?His scarlet eyes burned with rage.

"Tell me, it's what I said, tell me!" Murong Yuchi said sharply, his brows and eyes were full of ruthlessness, he had never been so angry and hated.

Her face turned purple, and she finally nodded.

Murong Yuchi let go, and instead pressed her shoulders to push her thin against the wall, as the force on her throat was released, Lian Yingtong took a deep breath, her throat hurt like a fire.

She slowly raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, then turned to look at Murong Yuchi, his gaze was fixed on her all the time, his four eyes met and Yingtong pulled the corner of his lips into a wry smile.

Murong Yuchi never showed his expression of joy, but now his phoenix eyes are scarlet and he is staring at her fiercely, he is not only angry, he hates her anymore.

As long as she admits it, there is a reason to live, Murong Yuchi promised to spare him.

Her eyes slowly passed over his flirtatious and flawless face, the only man she loved deeply in this life.

He made excuses for her, and she really didn't know whether to be grateful or to cry. He didn't want her to die, but asked her to admit what she had never done.

The smile on Lian Yingtong's lips deepened, and obsession surged in her bright eyes glistening with tears.

The obsession with love, once she loves him, she will never betray him, she can die for Murong Yuchi without being afraid, but she does not allow herself to desecrate her sincere and firm love for him just to survive.

Half-closed her eyelids and still smiling, Lian Yingtong's voice was hoarse, full of despair.

"Brother Ah Lin, what I want to tell you is—" She paused, meeting Murong Yuchi's scarlet phoenix eyes filled with anger, "You don't believe me? Then you kill me."

Murong Yuchi was taken aback, staring at her calm face for a long time, a crimson mark was pinched on her snow-white neck, killing her?He couldn't do it any more.

The anger and hatred in his eyes disappeared bit by bit, replaced by a frightening coldness.

He never thought of asking her to die, but she lightly said that she would rather die than implicate Murong Bixiao.

"I won't kill you." He let go of his hand, watching her body slide against the wall and fall to the ground, his voice chilled her even more than the chilly wind in early spring.

"You know that I am reluctant to kill you. I raised you as a treasure, pampered and loved you. My little boy, is this how you repay me? Even now you are still protecting Murong Bixiao! I will not hold you accountable." When you left him at the beginning, you said the child belonged to me, and I believed you. But you couldn't give me any explanation for the child's green eyes, which resembled Murong Bixiao, so I still favored you. In the end, you and I Saying that you are willing to die, isn't it enough for me to back down step by step for you? What else do you want from me? Tongtong, you are too contemptuous of my feelings for you!"

Murong Yuchi raised his eyebrows slightly, sneered and left with a flick of his sleeves.

So far, she has been placed under house arrest in the bedroom, and even Aunt Xuan can't see her too much, no one talks to her, the silence around the sunrise and sunset, as the days grow longer, it turns into an invisible rope and wraps around her neck, day by day. Tighten it so that she can hardly breathe.

Until one day, she heard a crisp silver bell ringing from outside the bedroom.

Through the window sill, Lian Yingtong saw a woman standing outside the courtyard, holding a child in her arms wearing a pink jacket, stretching out her white and chubby hands, her tender lotus-like wrists were wearing silver bracelets, and her hands were waving silver bells. The bell rang.

She clutched the window lattice fiercely, staring at it for a moment, her eyes were reddened, and she didn't dare to cry, for fear that tears would blur her vision and make her unable to see the child clearly.

The woman spoke softly to tease the children, and the scene was happy and warm.

"The little princess is so cute when she smiles, and she looks more and more beautiful every day!" The little maid beside the accompanying woman praised repeatedly.

The woman teased the child while talking to the little maid, and the figures of the two gradually moved away.

Lian Yingtong hurriedly ran to the door, but the palace door was still locked from the outside. She tried her best to shout hoarsely, but no one paid any attention to her. Finally, she leaned against the door, covering her face with her hands, unable to hold back her flesh and blood. The torment of separation wept bitterly until late at night.

When Murong Yuchi reappeared in front of her after a few days, Lian Yingtong knelt in front of him.

"I was wrong."

"Where did you go wrong?" Murong Yuchi smelled heavily of alcohol, grabbed her chin with his fingertips and gave her a sideways glance, then turned her face away. "Since when, Tongtong, are you willing to speak to me in a low voice." The tone was not without sarcasm.

She held back her tears, "Brother Ah Lin, I want to see the child, she has passed a hundred days, and I haven't—"

Murong Yuchi's eyes turned cold and he said coldly, "She has someone to take care of her."

"Don't involve the child, she is innocent, if you want to hate, hate me, please!"

"In your opinion, I'm so cruel that I even have to deal with a child? Isn't I good enough for Xiao Yezhong? She is the eldest princess of Nanming, what else do you think of me!"

"My daughter is not a little wild species!" With tears in her eyes, her shoulders trembling, she retorted loudly to Murong Yuchi, "How can, how can you say that about your daughter."

Murong Weichi sneered, and brushed his thumb over her widening beautiful eyes, "Her biological mother can't explain why she was born with a pair of green eyes. When she grows up, ask me, what do you want me to say? Or do you have it now? Can you explain it to me once?"

Her eyes were moist, and she lowered her voice, "You just don't believe me."

"How do you make me believe it?" His voice was indifferent and decisive.

Lian Yingtong's heart was crushed again, she slapped Murong Yuchi on the cheek and stared at him with tears in her eyes.

He was not annoyed, but just waved out the candle, and the bedroom was plunged into darkness. She screamed and curled up in fear, and was picked up by him and placed on the bed.

"Don't touch me!" She covered her eyes, tears streaming down her fingers.

Murong Yuchi stopped moving, she sobbed softly in the dark, and the familiar silver bell sounded again outside the bedroom.

"Don't?" He looked down at her with cold black eyes, and slowly raised his body as if he was about to leave.

Lian Yingtong bit her lips, the salty tears stained the wound for a while, she stretched out her hand to hold him, and untied his shirt with her small hands.

He hadn't touched her for more than a year, and Murong Yuchi wanted her very urgently. When he rushed in, Lian Yingtong's painful little face wrinkled, his fingertips grabbed his arm, and left red marks on his shoulders and back.

She didn't want to make a sound, she just cried, she was thinking of seeing her daughter, and she could only follow him, and when Murong Yuchi was happy, Lian Yingtong got up and looked at the child through the light in the courtyard, she really looked different every day, she was more beautiful than she was when she met that time She seemed to have grown up a bit, wrapped in a small pure white cloak and fell asleep on the woman's shoulder.

The child woke up for some reason, and immediately burst into tears, no matter what the woman tried to coax him.

"Baby, what's wrong with you, baby? Don't cry..." She couldn't get out, let alone touch the baby, Lian Yingtong pinched her palm with her fingertips, her heart was ruthlessly pulled, and she cried blood.

Murong Yuchi left her without even noticing, until she saw him walking to the woman's side to pick up the child.

Speaking of strangeness, Murong Yuchi hugged her and just patted her lightly a few times, the crying child gradually stopped crying, his little head rested on his chest, his little mouth grinned and yawned big, the little fat hand rubbed his eyes Fall asleep quickly.

Murong Yuchi didn't look at Lian Yingtong again, and left with the child in his arms.

After this time, she was demoted from a noble concubine to a beauty, and she lived in seclusion in Guanju Palace, which gradually became a forbidden area of ​​the palace, no one dared to step in at will, the outside world only said that the originally favored Concubine Lian fell out of favor.

She became quieter, waiting every day, waiting for Murong Yuchi to come to her, for a good time, in exchange for her seeing her daughter.

Murong Yuchi didn't come here very often, the news of her living here was slow, and it was not until the beginning of summer that he learned that spring was the best time, and that Nanming Palace had new beautiful women, and some of them with good looks were quickly gifted by him. Sealed rank.

Lian Yingtong remained silent.

If he didn't believe her, how could he love her alone again.

He is an emperor, and at Lizhinian, there is only one imperial daughter with strange pupils. The Nanming Murong family needs a noble woman to give birth to a direct prince who will inherit the throne in the future.

She no longer insists on anything, she only wants a daughter, that is her hope.

She seemed to be forgotten throughout the summer, Murong Yuchi never showed up, so naturally her daughter would not be sent to meet her.

She is like a withered flower that has lost moisture, she began to hate this place, every part of Guanju Palace has Murong Yuchi's aura left, without others, those beautiful years of suffering and joy in the past have become invisible sharp blades, piercing her fragile time and time again heart of.

Finally, one time, when she managed to hide a piece of porcelain and tried to hurt herself, the guards found out in time and reported to Murong Weichi.

He took his daughter there, and for the first time, he didn't look at her closely through the window lattice.

She obediently lay in Murong Yuchi's arms, her small mouth was still licking her fingers, her two clear green pupils were looking curiously at Lian Yingtong.

Even Yingtong stretched out her trembling hands in front of her, wanting to hug her, but she turned her face away and didn't look at him, holding Murong Yuchi's lapel with her little hand, and slightly raised her head to cling to him for a while.

"She is a stranger and doesn't like to be hugged by strangers." Murong Yuchi said flatly, and frowned at Lian Yingtong who was stunned, "You'd better not do stupid things to get to see her, I won't let you get close her chance."

Leaving, Murong Yuchi heard Lian Yingtong crying loudly behind her, that kind of crying was heartbreaking, she loved to cry, but always sobbed softly, this time was different, she seemed to have lost the most cherished thing, full of grievances The pain in his heart penetrated into his eardrum along with the cry.

He faltered in his steps, looking at the child in his arms, she was licking her fingers as if she was frightened by the crying until Bitong gradually filled with tears and choked slightly, then suddenly she let out a loud cry.

She looks very much like Lian Yingtong, her eyebrows and eyes are pitiful and distressing when she cries.

Murong Yuchi's heart softened, he hugged her tightly and coaxed her repeatedly, Lian Yingtong staggered over with tears all over her face, "Don't cry, baby, mother hugs you..."

He held half of his body sideways to protect the child in his arms. She couldn't touch the child and could only hold his arm tightly and begged, "Brother Ah Lin, please, let me hug her, please!"

The child lay in Murong Yuchi's arms and cried even louder, it seemed that even Yingtong would cry if she didn't stop crying.

"Don't cry, don't scare her." Murong Yuchi said in a low voice to Lian Yingtong.

Lian Yingtong nodded again and again, tears were dripping down, she forced herself to watch him turn sideways while holding the child in his arms, she didn't cry, the child gradually stopped crying, and choked from time to time with his small mouth curled up.

"Baby." Lian Yingtong stared at the little person and smiled softly.

She looked at Lian Yingtong who was walking and blinked Bitong, tears were still in the corners of her eyes, she suddenly grinned and giggled, the chubby hand waved, the silver bell on her wrist rang non-stop, but she didn't intend to ask her to hug her , but softly leaned against Murong Yuchi's arms, his small mouth grew and he yawned, looking like he was getting more and more sleepy.

"Can you—"

"I can't." Murong Yuchi knew that she wanted to stay with the child, "She thinks the bed is a light sleeper, and she cries and makes noise when she can't sleep well."

"I can take good care of her." Lian Yingtong begged him cautiously with tears flashing.

"I will not bring the child to you. Tongtong, if you dare to hurt yourself like this time, I will make you never see the child!" Murong Yuchi's tone was warning.

"Why do you separate me from the baby?!"

"The child is mine too, isn't it? You told me so firmly. In this case, I have the right to arrange the daily life of the child properly."

Lian Yingtong was startled, and then a sad smile floated on her lips, "You hate me." Torturing each other for a long time, she felt his hatred getting deeper and deeper.

Murong Yuchi didn't answer and left with the sleeping child in his arms, and he didn't look back when the door lock rang.

(End of this chapter)