How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 121

   Chapter 121 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (43)

   After Rong Yan was distracted for a while, Wen Xien finally rescued Rong Yiqing.

  The prince looked at the bleeding wound, his eyes slowly turned red, and he looked up.

What    saw was the piercing indifference and anger on the boy's face, and his heart cooled down.

   When the fourth brother looked at Rong Yiqing, his eyes were so tender and pitying, and when he looked at him, it was piercing indifference and meanness.

  It shouldn't be like this.

   Obviously it's all his...

  Wen Xien's joys, sorrows and sorrows are all his and should be his.

   But Wen Xien cried for others, does she care about Rong Yiqing so much?

  Have you noticed that you can ruthlessly take your sword at him?

  Thinking of this, Rong Yan's heart seemed to be pricked by a needle.

  The fourth brother is no longer his alone.

  The fourth brother will marry, have children, and have many, many confidants and friends.

  The fourth brother...

   Rong Bo looked at it coldly. The plan had been successful. Knowing all the truth, he looked at this scene and felt full of ridicule.

   The red-clothed and black-haired boy is thin and thin. Rong Bo has never seen Wen Xien cry, and he has never seen Wen Xien so embarrassed, no matter from childhood to adulthood.

   To make it clearer, he had never seen Wen Xien caring so much about a person, and even gave him a feeling that Wen Xien's affection for Rong Yiqing even surpassed that of the prince.

   But the fourth brother didn't know that this person with eyes full of her eyes only wanted to put her to death.

   He felt a little sympathetic to the fourth brother, because this was just a deliberate conspiracy, all of which were like flowers in a mirror, and could be broken at any time.

   Maybe even Rong Bo didn't realize it, his self-righteous sympathy was just a cover up for his unbearable thoughts.

   He is hypnotizing himself, he is not fundamentally different from the actual prince.

  The external difference is that he is more tolerant, more patient, and more... crazy than the prince.

   Wen Xien took Rong Yiqing to Changle Hall and took care of him personally. Fortunately, the injury was not serious, and it would take a few days to cultivate.

   "The fourth prince asked the ninth prince to live in the Changle Hall today. The ninth prince said that he was not used to it, so the fourth prince specially built a bedroom that was exactly the same as the Qingfeng Hall."

   After the little **** told the truth, he was instructed to withdraw.

  Before going to the first desk, the man was holding a pen in his hand and was writing on the desk.

   He was dressed in a black four-clawed python robe, and under the black belt around his waist was a piece of excellent suet white jade.

   With the last stroke of hiding the tail, the man finally raised his head, his face that was as cold as a cold moon, but could not hide his graceful appearance was finally exposed.

   flew obliquely into his temples, his eyes were like cold stars, his tightly pursed lips were habitually pressed down for a long time, and his tall stature made people feel an aura of indifference and self-arrogance from him.

   took the silk cloth handed over from the side, and when he was cleaning his hands, his cold voice sounded, "Tell Rong Yiqing to act according to the plan, don't fix useless things every day."

   The guard, who had been quietly bowing his head beside him, hesitated for a moment, then said daringly, "The ninth prince said that he has his own sense."

   Rong Bo sneered, his expression calm, the corners of his thin mouth curved into a mocking arc.

   Under the light of the candle, the emotions in his eyes were on and off, making it impossible to see at all.

   "He thought that if he pleases the fourth brother, he can turn the sky over?"

  The guard said boldly, "Second prince, this subordinate thinks that the ninth prince is not credible."

The expression in the bottom of his eyes was fading, and Rong Bo threw the words he just wrote into the incense burner next to him, watching the snow-white rice paper being ignited by the spark and completely turned to ashes in the fire, then he turned and left the study .

  The guards glanced out of the corner of their eyes and saw a corner of the snow-white rice paper that had not been burnt out.

   There is a word there, the guards can't see it very clearly, and can only vaguely see a word of Ran.

   And there is only one person with the natural character, that is the fourth prince.

   Rong Ran.

   The guards couldn't understand, since the second prince was so afraid of the fourth prince, why did he write the name of the fourth prince for so long.

   Is it because of deep hatred?

Rong Yiqing looked outside at the plum blossoms in the snow, his face was pale and frozen, and he was wearing a thick white cloak. The embroidered thread by thread was given to the fourth prince by the emperor himself, and even the concubines of the harem did not have this kind of treatment.

  Wen Xien had just finished his morning ceremony, and as soon as he entered the palace, he saw a pale Rong Yiqing standing under the plum blossom tree, with tiny snowflakes falling on his head, dyeing his eyebrows and eyes white.

  The boy took the oil-paper umbrella in the hand of the **** and walked over quickly.

   blocked the snowflakes outside, the young man wiped the snow on Rong Yiqing's eyebrows with pity, and his tone was a little heavy, "Xiao Jiu, your injury has just healed, and you are standing in the snow again, what if you get cold?"

  Rong Yiqing lowered his head timidly, and said softly, "I want to see plum blossoms."

Wen Xien looked at Rong Yiqing's lonely eyes, and her heart softened all of a sudden, she softened her tone, "then I'll let someone fold it down and put it in your bedroom, don't run around, your body is not good, Fourth brother will be worried."

  Rong Yiqing raised his eyes slightly, his lips were frozen white, and the biting cold wind blew, he shrank his shoulders subconsciously, he seemed a little nervous and uneasy, "It's different."

  Rong Yiqing's face became a little pale, he lowered his head and looked fragile, "If you fold it down, you won't see the scenery of plum blossoms. The moment when the plum blossoms bloom in the snow is the most beautiful."

   "So what, as long as it makes you sick, it's not enough to cut it off."

   Wen Xien was not very good at scolding Rong Yiqing, so he had to blame the plum tree.

  Rong Yiqing bit his lower lip and asked Wen Xien, "Fourth brother, let's not fold it, okay?" After speaking, he smiled at the young man, his eyes seemed to be dotted with stars.

  The boy's eyes dodged slightly, and his eyes were drawn back as if they had been burned, "Then...then I will listen to you."

  Rong Yiqing looked at the boy's ear tip with a conditioned reflex, and sure enough, the exposed snow-white tip of the ear was dyed red, which was extraordinarily conspicuous.

   The person involved didn't know it yet, and his expression was very serious.

   "His Royal Highness... Your Royal Highness, you can't come in..."

  The panicked voices of the palace people interrupted this warm and beautiful scene.

  Rong Yiqing's pale face suddenly lost its blood, and he hid behind the boy in horror, grabbing the boy's arm with reliance and tension.

   The soft touch on his hand made Rong Yiqing stunned. He found that he could easily wrap the slender arm of the young man with one hand, as if it could be easily broken with a slight force.

   He retracted his thoughts, his body began to tremble slightly, his soft voice was full of nervousness and fear, "Fourth Brother..."

   (end of this chapter)

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