How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 119

   Chapter 119 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (41)

  Rong Bo rubbed the white porcelain teacup on the sandalwood table, and frowned, "What do you have to do?"

  Rong Yiqing chuckled softly, his smile was gloomy and cold, he seemed to see the young man kneeling on the ground, broken and arrogant, without dignity.

   Those beautiful eyes will be stained with insult and despair, and they must be beautiful then.

  The birthday of the fourth prince is on the first day of the first lunar month, when the whole world celebrates together. The birthday banquet of the fourth prince has always been very grand and grand.

  The setting sun just sank into the misty mist of the continuous mountains, and fireworks rose from the Imperial Palace of Yan Kingdom, which sounded like thunder and made the night light of the imperial city as bright as day.

The palace servants who passed the banquet held the delicacy and delicacies in their hands, and the pointed wine vessel filled the silver cup with mellow wine. When you step on it, you can get a bit of the cold fragrance of plum blossoms.

  Because the emperor has been away from court for a long time, this time his body is just right, and in order to reassure the courtiers, the emperor has made this birthday a big deal.

  The ministers sat under the table, and the second prince sat beside the crown prince, looking down at the crystal wine in the cup.

   "The slave maid will add wine for you." The broad-sleeved maidservant showed a snow-white arm, holding the wine jug softly, filling Rong Bo's cup with half a glass of wine.

   Rong Bo picked up the wine glass, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, the thick and sweet taste rushed to his face, he finished drinking it, and his eyes fell on the fourth prince who was sitting very close to the emperor.

  The emperor was talking to the fourth prince, and the fourth prince listened with a well-behaved and quiet expression. He was so arrogant and arrogant that he was so obedient.

  Rong Bo lowered his eyelashes, covering his emotions, playing with the wine glass in his hand.

   The prince had a smile on his face, and his expression was even more excited than Wen Xien. He wanted to go up and talk to Wen Xien, but the emperor was talking next to him, and he could only endure a restless heart.

  Today is for festivities. Wen Xien was wearing a bright red robe, with dark moiré embroidered under her sleeves and slender wrists. Her complexion was actually a bit fairer than that of the palace maid.

   With a smile on her snow-white and noble face, she pressed down the newly picked red plums behind her, causing the minister who raised his head to look at the monarch to look at her a few more times unconsciously.

   In the middle of the feast, the officials stood up to persuade them to drink, and the voices of praise and virtue were heard endlessly.

   Rong Bo drank cup after cup, his eyes became drunk after drinking, but his heart was very clear.

  The emperor left halfway, and his health became worse and worse. He just sat here for a while, and his body couldn't hold it any longer.

  As soon as the emperor left, the crown prince immediately came up, sticking to the boy's body in an embarrassing manner.

   Wen Xien pushed it away, and the prince stuck up like a boneless child, childish and naive like a child.

  Rong Bo turned his head to toast Wen Xien, "Brother Huang, Brother Huang toasts you."

   Wen Xien didn't refuse, grabbing the glass in front of him and drank it.

   One drink is gone.

   Rong Bo raised his glass to her from afar, his eyes blurred by the fireworks in the sky.

   "With this cup, I wish the fourth brother good health and all the best."

  The boy gave him a shallow smile.

   Rong Bo only felt that even Mei Xiang was drunk today, raised his head, and the wine in the glass entered his throat.

   Wen Xien sat down after toasting.

   On the contrary, the prince curled his lips unhappily, complained in a murmur, and stretched out his hand to secretly pinched the slender waist of the young man.

  Wen Xien glanced at the prince lightly, with an indifferent expression, probably because of drinking, the pale lips were dipped in some wine, rosy and attractive.

  The prince's Adam's apple was rolling, his heart was full of emotions and he couldn't say a word. He was so fascinated that he stared at the boy's lips, and the tip of his tongue subconsciously reached out and licked the dry lips.

   Rong Bo could see these little actions clearly, he withdrew his gaze and didn't want to see it again.

  The banquet was held like fire and tea, Rong Bo seemed to be inadvertently patrolling for a week, and when he met Rong Yiqing's eyes, there was no strange color on his face, but the corners of his mouth raised a slight arc.

   On the stage, the dancer danced with her veil on, making a beautiful arc as she danced. The red veil slowly retreated, revealing the dancer's enchanting face.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared, and everyone didn't react. I saw that the soft smiles on the faces of the dancers had not faded away, and they were like the demon girls who were desperate for their lives. The position of the fourth prince.

   They rushed up and sat up a few steps, winked with evil eyes, and stabbed straight in the direction of Wen Xien with their sharp swords.

   All this happened too abruptly, and the people in the hall did not respond, and they were in chaos for a while.

  Even though the situation was in crisis, Wen Xien calmly picked up the jug next to him to block a sharp sword, the porcelain white jug shattered instantly, and all the wine and fragments inside spilled onto Wen Xien's body.

  The boy turned around and quickly pulled the prince away from the seat, and stabbed the empty seat with sharp swords.

  The prince was protected by Wen Xien behind him, staring angrily at these dancers and shouting in a cold voice: "Bold! Who gave you the courage!"

  Everyone thought that these dancers were here to assassinate the prince. Although the fourth prince and the prince were sitting together just now, the identity of the prince is here. Who is full to assassinate the fourth prince?

   Wen Xien also thought that they were here to get the prince's head. In order to protect the prince's head, she kept the prince behind her.

   But who knew that these dancers were only targeting the fourth prince, and completely ignored the prince next to him.

  The situation was chaotic, the table full of delicacies was overturned, and the melons, fruits, food, and wine were all covered on the ground, a mess.

  The ministers were all shocked, but they all stepped back, for fear that those swords without eyes would pierce them.

   In the chaotic scene, Wen Xien coldly instructed the guard, "Protect the prince."

   After finishing speaking, the boy wanted to distract the dancers, but the prince behind him grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.

  The prince had a gloomy face, and he would not let go no matter what, "Where are you going, it's very dangerous there!"

   Wen Xien frowned and said anxiously, "I'll divert them first, they're all coming for me."

   "I know it's aimed at you! Are you still going to throw yourself into the net?"

  The prince exerted his strength and wanted to forcefully pull the boy into his arms.

   Wen Xien shook off Rong Yan's hand and said in a heavy tone, "Don't be fooling around!"

  Prince didn't pay attention, and was thrown away by the young man. His eyes suddenly darkened, and his thin lips were pursed tightly.

   But when the young man ran over the next moment, the original cold and fierce look disappeared, replaced by a thrilling panic.

  The prince called out hissingly, "Rong Ran! Come back to me!"

   He wanted to catch up, but the guard immediately stopped the enraged prince.

   (end of this chapter)

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