Devil's Concubine

Chapter 46 The night is too beautiful

The charm is excellent, and the five aggregates are complete.

This can no longer even be called a painting, but a person with a flesh and blood soul.

And the person in the painting is, Chu Yunshang!

Chu Yunshang!
Chu Yunshang!
It seems that there are countless voices calling this name ringing in my ears endlessly. In the empty room, this voice is everywhere, hitting the deepest part of Mo Ranchen's soul one after another.

He wanted to ignore it, but he couldn't ignore it.

It's her, it's her, this is a fact that even he himself can't deny.

Mo Ranchen studied under Bai Yunzi, so he knew that his paintings were only second-rate and above-average, but it happened that such a casual painting shattered his calmness and composure, and also shattered the eternal love deep in his heart. A moat that cannot be questioned!
Mo Ranchen knew in his heart that he would never be able to surpass such a painting for the rest of his life.

And some things, once they cannot be surpassed, will inevitably become demons!

But, if it wasn't her, how good would it be?

Deep in his heart, a nameless hostility grew uncontrollably, and Mo Ranchen's face, at some point, was covered with haze. With a big wave of his hand, the painting was torn into two halves.Half of it fell to the ground, and the other half was firmly grasped by Mo Ranchen in the palm of his hand.

The face of the woman in the painting is torn from the side, making it difficult to identify, but the blurred outline can still be recognized at a glance.

It's still her.

The painting is torn apart, but it is difficult to tear up the soul in the painting.

"Why is it like this?" On the forehead, a thin layer of sweat emerged, and in Mo Ranchen's eyes, a faint blue cold light raged, filled with incomparably cold eyes, so cold-blooded, so heartless .

"Tear..."

With another sound, the painting in the palm was completely reduced to powder, and it fell drop by drop from the palm to the ground.

At this moment, the emotions are no longer controllable, the sweat drips down in big drops, and the sweat drips on the rice paper on the table, blurring silently.

Deep night.

The night is like a huge water curtain, covering it layer by layer, and the night in Prince Ning's Mansion is like water.

At the same time, Chu Yunshang walked out of the room and came to the yard.

The breeze was blowing on the Buddha, and the coolness was deep, but Chu Yunshang didn't care at all, sitting on the swing, swinging casually.

Her head was slightly lowered, as if she was thinking about something, and she seemed to be thinking about some problems.

In Beiyuan, at this moment, the door of the study was also pushed open, and the crimson figure slowly walked out of the room. Mo Ranchen looked up at the sky, the dark gray sky was just like his obscure heart at this time, entangled Entangled.

After a little hesitation, Mo Ranchen walked towards Liufangyuan.

As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Chu Yunshang playing on the swing.

After shedding the complicated and luxurious palace attire, Chu Yunshang just casually wore a moon-white long dress. Her black and thick hair like black algae was not tied up, but was loosely scattered behind her head. Catching the wind, it fluttered recklessly in mid-air, like a night elf.

After removing the heavy makeup, Chu Yunshang's mediocre face became more and more mediocre without makeup, but the phoenix eyes that slanted into the temples, in the dark night, were amazingly charming, with a The infinite penetrating power seems to be able to see through a person's soul at a glance.

The two looked at each other, Mo Ranchen's pupils shrank slightly, and Chu Yunshang frowned slightly, as if it was strange that Mo Ranchen would appear here.

No one spoke, only the wind flowing in the air, blowing the branches and leaves, making a soft rustling sound.

After a long time, Mo Ranchen approached again and asked, "Is there any wine?"

Chu Yunshang smiled slightly: "The prince came to me in the middle of the night just to drink?"

"Is it not possible?" Mo Ranchen was noncommittal.

Chu Yunshang raised her head slightly, looked at Mo Ranchen with a half-smile, parted her red lips, and shook her head slowly: "No."

Mo Ranchen snorted coldly: "No, or do you not want to?"

"Of course the lord understands, so why bother to make fun of yourself." An inaudible sarcasm flashed in the corner of Chu Yunshang's eyes.

"Don't make fun of yourself?" Mo Ranchen suddenly laughed. He stretched his arms forward, grabbed the rope of the swing, and pulled Chu Yunshang close to him. His blue eyes were raging on Chu Yunshang body.

"Are you sure I'm making fun of myself?" Mo Ranchen asked, suppressing his anger.

"Isn't it?" Shrugging, Chu Yunshang quietly looked away, but his attitude was tepid.

"So, you don't welcome the king's arrival."

Chu Yunshang smiled faintly, "Your Highness is indeed a smart man."

smart people?
The eyelids twitched, and Mo Ranchen didn't know how to answer the words for a moment. Soon, his palm loosened, and the tight rope that was being pulled lost control and swung wildly.

Chu Yunshang was swinging in the air, throwing a huge arc, and the sudden strength might throw her from the swing out of the courtyard wall at any time. The smile on Chu Yunshang's face remained unchanged, shallow He smiled and said, "Thank you, my lord."

"You're welcome." There was a sneer on the corner of his lips, which indicated that Mo Ranchen was on the verge of eruption.

No one has ever dared to say such disrespectful words to him. Could it be that this woman is tired of work?
"My lord doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, and I specially accompany my concubine to play on the swing here. There is no reason not to thank you." The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the hem of his skirt was flying. Under the dark night, Chu Yunshang's smile overflowed with spring. .

However, Mo Ranchen knows that this touch of spring is not blooming for him, because deep in Chu Yunshang's pupils, the deep, deep disgust is hidden from time to time, and everything is declaring that she does not welcome him This unexpected guest.

Mo Ranchen frowned, staring at Chu Yunshang's fluttering lips, staring at her lips.

Those red lips are neither gorgeous nor coquettish, but on the contrary, they have a kind of innate magical power, which makes people want to taste the taste just by looking at them.

Mo Ranchen couldn't help licking his lips. On the lips, it seemed that there was still the smell and temperature left by the alluring kiss under the peach blossom tree during the day, which made Mo Ranchen slightly startled.

(End of this chapter)