Kite falling into red dust

She is a noble concubine, and her father had always been loved by her father when he was alive, and Murong Mingyu did not treat her badly after he ascended the throne, but she just wasn't satisfied.Her goal is the highest position a woman can achieve - Queen Mother.And to achieve her goal, as her son, she must sit on the highest seat a man can achieve.

So from childhood to adulthood, no matter how well he did, as long as he was not the best, the concubine mother would not show a smile to him.

He has worked very hard and feels that he is good enough, but he has too many brothers, and everyone is better than him. He can't beat others in all aspects, no one can.However, his mother and concubine could not tolerate him losing to others in any way.

God knows how much he paid for his mother and concubine's praise when he was a child, but now he is an adult, obviously strong in martial arts, and also very talented in military affairs—otherwise, how could he have mixed dragons and snakes in just three years and continued to fight Tenglong Town became the richest frontier town in Dayan Kingdom?

But why is he still fighting and losing repeatedly in the competition with Murong Mingyu?Why is he living such a frustrated life when he can obviously be proud of it?

Perhaps, besides continuing to pursue the highest position according to the wishes of the concubine mother, he has other choices.

"Shuo." A familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears.

He opened his eyes in surprise, facing Ling Jiao's rough face.

He froze for a moment, then hurriedly pulled him to an empty corner at the back of the house, and immediately let go of his hand.

"What are you doing here?" He didn't face him directly, and said coldly, "You must know that this is the capital city, although my soldiers and horses are not many, but it is enough to deal with you alone, are you not afraid that I will kill you? "

"I'm afraid." Ling Jiao said.

"I'm afraid I'll never see you again."

Murong Mingshuo turned his head to look at him, suddenly stretched out his hand and drew out the short knife at his waist, in the blink of an eye he was behind him, and the knife in his hand touched his neck.

Ling Jiao didn't move at all, and said: "It seems that your body is recovering well."

"If you say one more word, I'll cut your throat!" Murong Mingshuo said coldly.He didn't just talk, he exerted a little force, and the sharp blade cut through Ling Jiao's flesh, and bright red blood oozed out.

Ling Jiao smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, I taught you this trick, right? I am very pleased to see that you have learned it so well."

"I said, shut up!" Murong Mingshuo gritted his teeth, the veins protruding from the hand holding the knife due to too much force, "Do you really think I can't bear to kill you?"

"I know, with the crimes I committed, even if you kill me a hundred times, it's not an exaggeration." Ling Jiao said lightly.

"Then you still dare to appear in front of me?"

"Because, I don't want you to misunderstand." Ling Jiao's tone was extremely serious.

"Misunderstanding? Misunderstanding what?"

Ling Jiao suddenly retreated with his elbow and bumped into his ribs, distracting him, while his other hand clasped the pulse gate on his wrist like lightning.

He let go of the knife in his hand with no effort, Ling Jiao quickly reached out to catch the knife, and turned to face him.

"Misunderstanding that I don't love you."

Murong Mingshuo clenched his fists, his face livid, and said: "Okay, if you really love me, let me kill you."

Ling Jiao hesitated for a moment, then turned the knife in his hand in a different direction, and handed the handle to him.

He stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife, and Ling Jiao let go of his hand, looking at him calmly and calmly.

Murong Mingshuo looked at Ling Jiao's eyes, those eyes that always exuded a sharp cold light, but always became very soft when facing him, the hand holding the knife slowly lowered, and suddenly and quickly put the knife on the ground. on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." Ling Jiao said lightly and closed his eyes.

Murong Mingshuo gritted his teeth, turned his wrist, and chopped down.

He felt a chill passing over his neck, but immediately there was a "dang" sound in his ear.

Ling Jiao opened his eyes, only to see a bunch of beards slowly falling to the ground, and also lying on the ground, and his knife.

He raised his hand and touched the part of his face where the beard was missing, and there was a little blood on his finger.

"Get out!" Murong Mingshuo turned his back, "I don't want to see you again."

Ling Jiao bent down slowly, picked up the knife on the ground, turned around slowly, and walked away.