Devil's Concubine

Chapter 47
Immediately, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Interesting, this woman's reaction is very interesting.

"Since you want to thank me, how do you want to thank me?" Just like the dark sky at night, Mo Ranchen's words were full of thick haze.

Today in the imperial garden, that kiss under the peach blossom tree disturbed his calm heart.

He appeared in Liufangyuan, wanting to cut through the waves with his sword, and even more so, he wanted this woman to take the initiative to give him an explanation.

Eyebrows raised slightly, Chu Yunshang looked at Mo Ranchen, and said with a smile: "How about I promise you with my body, do you think it's okay?"

Promise yourself?

Mo Ranchen's heart skipped a beat, and a faint blue light burst out from his pupils. He looked at Chu Yunshang in shock, and immediately heard Chu Yunshang giggling. He waved his hand and said, "It's just a joke, the prince probably won't take it seriously."

Whether it's facial expressions or tone of voice, Chu Yunshang's switching is very natural, making it impossible to tell whether it's true or false.

Mo Ranchen was stunned for a moment, then said lightly: "If I take it seriously, what will you do?"

Shrugging, Chu Yunshang laughed at himself and said, "I will despise your gaze."

"Really? Are you so unconfident in yourself?" Mo Ranchen asked calmly.

Chu Yunshang shook his head: "Of course not, but judging from Lord Ning's aesthetics, I'm definitely not the type you like."

Mo Ranchen's face turned slightly cold, and he held back his anger and asked, "In your opinion, what type of woman should I like?"

Chu Yunshang rolled her eyes, and said with a look of knowingly asking: "Those women in the backyard are all beautiful wives and concubines, all of them are as beautiful as flowers and jade, graceful and coquettish, isn't it enough to explain the prince's aesthetics?"

Mo Ranchen was startled again, his brows furrowed even more, and he asked softly, "Are you jealous?"

Chu Yunshang did not answer his question, but raised her head, showing her unique pride and asked: "Then what about you, my lord, are you also jealous of what you did in the Royal Garden today?"

After speaking, the two looked at each other.

The light in Chu Yunshang's eyes was as pure as water, free from any blemishes, and the pupils were as clean as the surface of a turquoise lake, seeming to glisten with the wind.

In Mo Ranchen's long and narrow eyes, there was a faint blue light raging, and the blue mist grew wantonly in his eyes, covering the eyes, making it impossible for people to see the contents of his eyes clearly.

After a long time, Mo Ranchen lightly shook his head: "No."

"It just so happens that I'm not either." Chu Yunshang smiled, and with this smile, her otherwise mediocre face suddenly became a little brighter.

The conversation between each other has reached a deadlock.

If it was normal, Mo Ranchen would have walked away impatiently, but tonight, he did not walk away.

He just looked at Chu Yunshang, sizing it up carefully, as if he wanted to see clearly what kind of woman this was.

In fact, ever since Chu Yunshang showed a sharp and domineering side in front of Shen Shiyue and the women, Mo Ranchen realized that he couldn't see through this woman.

Then, a song that seemed out of order (Spring Breeze) completely overturned the impression Chu Yunshang had left in his mind.

Of course, maybe a little longer, outside Mingyue City, on the barren grassland, that lazy but extremely aggressive woman had already left an indelible impression in his heart.

Because of that time, he remembered her name, and then became interested in her.

However, what kind of woman Chu Yunshang is, even today, he still can't understand.

The furrowed brows did not relax, Mo Ranchen just kept a posture standing under the night light, the crimson shadow was under the night light, and the brilliance jumped, as if bathed in a layer of blood, which was extremely dazzling.

Chu Yunshang, on the other hand, was sitting leisurely on the swing. With the wind, the swing swayed, and the night seemed to be cut apart bit by bit as her figure rose and fell. , leaving circles of waves, as if rippling in the sea of ​​his heart.

"Chu Yunshang, tell me, what kind of person are you?" After thinking about it, Mo Ranchen asked this question naturally.

Chu Yunshang tilted her head, as if curious why he would ask such a question. Suddenly, she showed her white teeth and smiled, and said in a high tone, "Sorry, I don't know either."

This is not an answer, but it relieved Mo Ranchen a little, because he suddenly felt that, in fact, he didn't need to understand what kind of person Chu Yunshang was, in other words, what kind of woman Chu Yunshang was. , has nothing to do with him.

On the same day, in Kunning Palace, he rejected Chu Huanhuan and said the name of this woman whom he had only met once. The implication was that he was using Chu Yunshang as a shield.

That's it.

But is that really the case?
No one can give him this answer except Mo Ranchen himself.

After Chu Yunshang spoke, seeing Mo Ranchen's relieved look, he was a little puzzled, and was about to ask a few questions.

Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine.

She sensed that danger was approaching her, and at the same time, not far behind her, in the darkness, a murderous aura rose into the sky, and a sword light came across the sky, illuminating the entire sky.

At this moment, this scene fell into the eyes of Chu Yunshang and Mo Ranchen, the dark night, the cold corner of the eaves under the dark night, the vigorous and green pine on the edge of the eaves, and the pine tree under the pine. The lake, as quiet as stagnant water, burst into brilliance in an instant, and the sky oppressed like a dark curtain.

The sword light splitting the sky, like a bloodthirsty poisonous snake coming out of its hole, spitting out red letters coldly, chasing souls and killing them.

At this moment, the gloomy night seemed to be covered with blood.

The night is as bright as blood!

It's late at night!
In Mingyue City, which is located in the land of the dragon veins of the Molong Kingdom, the night is extraordinarily quiet. The night in early spring is not cold, but what is so cold is the brilliant sword light.

Inside the courtyard wall, above the green pine, the sword light passed by, and the old bird flew away, fluttering its wings and escaping in all directions. Under the bright sword light, the feathers falling from the midair could be clearly seen.

(End of this chapter)