The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 73 Desire
He Lanxue's arms tightened, she turned around, and hugged Yi Ren tightly without any explanation.

Yi Ren was already very close to him, and with this hug, her entire face was pressed against He Lanxue's chest. While protesting loudly that she would not be able to breathe, she couldn't help but think: He Lanxue's smell is still very good of.

Like the faint orchid fragrance from the midnight wind, it is quiet, distant and clean.

"Don't move, lie down with me for a while." He Lanxue said sullenly, her voice was hoarse for some reason.

Yi Ren really stopped moving, and after a while, even breathing came from his arms.

He Lanxue calmed down a little, tidied up her disordered mind just now, and there was also a trace of loss in her heart.

Although Yi Ren's touch made him nervous, he was so nervous that he lost control, but his heart was warm.

warm.assured.Think for a long time.Want to stop her, want to encourage her.think--

Turn over and hold her down, holding down her ignorant and unintelligible hand.

However, he can't do that.

Because... she is a Yiren.

He Lanxue endured the pain and tried her best not to make a sound. While listening to Yi Ren's steady breathing, she listened to the movement outside.

"He Lanyou didn't know where to go, just now He Lanyou let go, I ran away." After a while, the man in his arms said sullenly again.

He Lanxue was stunned, and looked down at her: It turned out that Yi Ren was not asleep, but was lying quietly beside him.

"Where's that prostitute?" He Lanxue asked angrily after hearing Yiren mention the situation just now.

"Yanhan!" Yi Ren replied lightly, "I didn't see him."

After waiting, she said again, "Yan Han is not like that kind of person."

"You mean, Yu is lying? A majestic princess of the celestial dynasty, who would make fun of her own reputation?" Seeing that Yi Ren was still speaking for that man, He Lanxue became even more angry.

Yi Ren sat up abruptly, looked down at He Lanxue from top to bottom, said in a low voice, but with great certainty: "Yan Han is not that kind of person."

He Lanxue was very angry and wanted to refute, but just as she stood up, she coughed again, and the corners of her mouth were bleeding again.

Yi Ren blinked, and looked at him calmly, but stubbornly.

He Lanxue suddenly felt powerless.

Panting for breath, he wiped the corner of his mouth again with the back of his blood-stained hand, but just as he raised his hand, it was suddenly held by Yi Ren.

He Lanxue raised her head in surprise, but just bumped into Yi Ren who was bending over.

The two hummed, and each touched their foreheads.

"Is it so serious?" Yi Ren still held He Lanxue's hand, rubbing his head and frowning as he muttered to himself.

He Lanxue didn't answer, she turned her head to one side angrily.

"You have to go out." Yi Ren continued: "You need to see a doctor for treatment."

"You don't need to worry about it." He Lanxue replied in a muffled voice, but the hand held by Yi Ren did not withdraw for a long time.

Yi Ren moved down his other hand, wiped it for him, and wiped away the blood on his lips, Fang asked softly, "Can I go?"

"Of course I can walk." He Lanxue managed to stand up with a burst of strength from nowhere, borrowing Yi Ren's strength. Although she was a little wobbly, she could indeed walk.

Yi Ren made a reassuring expression, and then led him, like an adult leading a child, and the two walked towards the exit of the hall together.

He Lanxue tried her best to walk a few steps quickly, trying to get to the front, and let him lead her.

Yi Ren looked at the stubborn man's back, twitched the corner of his mouth, and smiled slightly.

Just follow him.

However, this didn't take long, and He Lanxue's speed became slower and slower.

The strength he had just held on to is obviously about to be exhausted.

Yi Ren didn't urge him, but just followed him. After a while, she seemed to sense He Lanxue's weakness, she stopped and said in a low voice: "I'm going out to find Yi Jian, you wait here for me, okay?"

"Not good!" He Lanxue replied decisively without even thinking about it.

Yi Ren snorted again.

... this man.

"Axue." Seeing that He Lanxue would continue to hold on, Yi Ren whispered.

He Lanxue turned her head and looked at her.

Under the faint light of the fire sickle, He Lanxue's face was a little hazy, her facial features were round and amazing, like a peerless masterpiece framed through frosted glass.

Picturesque, distant and soul-stirring.

"Didn't you say to support me?" Yi Ren said quietly, "If you die, what will I do?"

He Lanxue was startled, unable to speak for a moment.

"Then I'm going out to find Yi Jian!" Yi Ren's expression changed suddenly, she smiled at He Lanxue, then let go of him, and ran out briskly.

He Lanxue looked at her back, her eyes moved, and she didn't insist anymore.

He must not lose her again.

In his heart, he repeated this sentence over and over again, until it was engraved into the bone marrow.

Yi Ren turned back along the original road, and along the way, she didn't meet He Lanyou, nor Yan Han.

It's just that she couldn't return to the hall quickly, just because, on the way, she heard a person's voice.

Pei Ruochen's voice.

Sad, sad, and even a cry of despair.

"Father!"

This voice made Yi Ren stop in his tracks, and then turned to a nearby tunnel.

The tunnel was not long, it was short, and soon he saw the same stone gate as before.

She pushed it away hard.

Drilled out, is another narrow tunnel.

Yi Ren bent her back and crawled towards the narrower and narrower tunnel.

Not just curiosity, but—

Under what circumstances did Pei Ruochen make such a voice?
He has always been such a calm and reserved person.

Soon, when Yi Ren could no longer climb forward, she saw a light.

The light seeping through the front.

She tried her best to probe again, and finally got a clear view of the scene inside.

The first one to see was naturally Pei Ruochen.

Pei Ruochen seemed to be standing in front of her, he was standing numbly, his clothes were covered with scary blood, one by one, as if it was still warm, seeping into his body hissingly.

Behind him was He Lanyou who had disappeared into the tunnel. He Lanyou looked at Pei Ruochen coldly with a sneer on her face, her eyes were cold, without pity or warmth.

Yi Ren couldn't see what was in front of Pei Ruochen.

She only saw Pei Ruochen's face, that gentle and handsome face like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, there was no sadness or anger, it was just numb, as numb as if she had never been born.

The eyes that used to be as bright as stars were so dim, so dim, so dim that Yi felt chills in his heart.

Yi Ren panicked, and couldn't care about anything anymore. She pushed forward vigorously, and the soil under her feet suddenly collapsed somehow.

She fell.

Kankan fell in front of Pei Ruochen.

Everyone inside looked over.

Yi Ren got up quickly, patted his head, and looked at the crowd with some puzzlement.

Beside He Lanyou, Yanhan was still standing.

Before, she didn't see him just because of her sight.

Then, Yi Ren saw the person in front of Pei Ruochen - the person next to her.

Startled, she jumped forward quickly.

She saw Pei Linpu, Pei Linpu with blood all over his body, Pei Linpu with a smile on his face, already dead.

His whole body was covered with ice needles, the same kind of ice needles that attacked Yi Ren in the first place.

However, the strangest thing is not his tragic death, but the smile on his face.

That kind of contented, long-awaited smile looked extremely terrifying on such a body.

"Ma'am! Ma'am, you really are not dead!" Yi Ren was still in shock, and there was another shout of joy beside him.

Before Yi Ren had time to turn around, he was hugged tightly by someone, hugging his legs.

Yi Ren hastily lowered her head: the one prostrate at her feet was Lord Wu.

"Madam, you are finally alive, finally...finally..." Master Wu burst into sobs, his face was full of tears.

Yi Ren stared at him in a daze for a while, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of where he had intruded, and suddenly understood.

She broke through.

And on the dilapidated wall, a picture of a woman was vividly painted.

The beauty is both illusory and real, and the eyes are alluring. Just looking at it, there is a feeling of trembling.

It was Mrs. Xi.

She emerged from that painting, the rebirth of Mrs. Xi.

Lord Wu was already insane, so when he first saw this scene, he naturally worshiped Yi Ren as his wife.

And before that portrait, there was actually a reclining relief.

Naked, with a body like jade, with familiar features, she is also Mrs. Xi.

Mrs. Xi's naked body was carved on the ground like this, with a slender waist, straight and round legs, proudly protruding breasts, and an upturned face, which is clearly An Ran, but it is precisely this An Ran, in such a naked situation. , giving people a deadly feeling.

She is an angel who has fallen into the mortal world.

And angels are not used for care, but for torture.

All the men who saw this scene would want to torture her, ruthlessly, possess her, worship her, kill her, keep her, and make offerings to her——

She is always safe.

Pei Linpu just threw himself next to the sculpture, his whole body covered in ice needles and a smile on his face.

His hand stopped at the place where the sculpture was closest.

Yi Ren suddenly understood his smile.

For so many years, whether it was following in the past, betrayal in the future, or even deliberately forgetting for more than ten years, it all came from desire.

Pei Linpu yearns for her, longs for this god-like master.

he loves her.

At the last moment of his life, he blasphemed her. As a result, the mechanism was triggered, and the most prominent official of the Celestial Dynasty died under the most difficult mechanism.

And before that, he should have seen the ice needle.

The ice needle is so obvious, it hangs on it blatantly, telling everyone who approaches: sex is a knife.

It was everyone's choice.

Pei Ruochen's cry was probably to stop his father.

However, Pei Linpu still went.

Trying to pierce the heart with thousands of needles, but also to touch it, his nightmares and longings day and night.

Thousands of needles pierced his bones, he smiled, and Mrs. Xi still had a peaceful face.

What a deadly trap.

——Or, what a tragic deal.

(End of this chapter)