How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 125

   Chapter 125 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (47)

   "Father! I'm going to call an imperial physician."

   When the young man got up in a hurry to call the imperial physician, her hand was still tightly held by the emperor.

"Ran Ran…"

The    Emperor knew his body all too well, he sensed that his life was passing, and a tear came out of Chaos's eyes.

   "Be good with the prince in the future... Only the prince is true to you, others... don't believe others."

   "Especially...especially old...nine."

  The emperor has been sitting on the throne for so many years, and he can't understand people's hearts. Rong Yiqing's eyes when looking at Wen Xien are evil, unbearable, and full of hatred.

  Although he was very hidden, he was still noticed by the emperor. He used to think that he was still alive, and Rong Yiqing could not make any big waves, but now he is going to die.

   The fourth child is so simple, he is afraid that the ninth child will bite a piece of flesh out of the boy.

   Wen Xien was stunned for a moment, there were still tears hanging on his long eyelashes, and he shouted helplessly: "Father..."

  Why can't you trust Xiaojiu?

   Xiaojiu is such a simple person, why did the royal father say such a thing.

  The emperor opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound. His breath was getting heavier and heavier, and the hand he held on to the boy was getting tighter and tighter. Those eyes stared at the boy tightly, as if to remind him of something.

   "He... he... hates, hates you."

   The words that came out at the back were almost breathy, and Wen Xien had to get close to his mouth to barely hear it clearly.

   Before the boy could ask more questions, the emperor suddenly vomited blood, staining the veil red.

   "Father...!"

  The hoarse voice resounded throughout the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The little **** guarding outside the door shuddered, the snow outside seemed to be heavier, and the cold wind was even more piercing, and it hurt his face. On his face, he felt that even a slight expression could drive the nerves on his face.

   The little **** gently pushed the door and walked in. It was as warm as spring inside, making his cold hands and feet start to warm up.

   The little **** knelt at the feet of the fourth prince, his thin body was slightly bent, he held a sandalwood box with unique patterns in his hands, and said in a thin voice, "Four princes, this is what the emperor asked the servant to hand over to you."

  The bedroom was silent, the little **** didn't dare to raise his head, and he was very greedy for the warmth in the bedroom, so he was reluctant to leave so soon.

   After a while, Xiao Tai heard the sound of clothes rubbing against her, and then a pair of white boots appeared under her eyes. The soft boots that were always clean and dust-free were now stained, and the soles still had unmelted snow.

   The little **** lowered his head lower, he felt the box being opened.

  The boy took out what was inside, which was a token.

   The master in snow-white boots took a few steps back, and was stunned when he reached the table next to him.

   The little **** boldly raised his head and saw the boy holding a token in his hand.

   is a tiger sign!

  This tiger talisman has always been in the hands of the emperor, and there has never been a saying that the tiger talisman was handed over to a prince.

  With the tiger talisman, there is almost half of the country of Yan. Only the tiger talisman can command the generals. They only look at the tiger talisman and not the person. The military order is like the mountain.

   The little **** blinked blankly, never knowing that he was holding such an important thing in his hand, and cold sweat broke out from his palms.

   "Father... What can I tell you?"

The boy's clothes were messy, and he was not as rigorous as he used to be. His full head of black hair was only loosely tied with a hair band. Several strands of hair fell on his forehead. Living color, the whole person is pale and weak.

  In the past, it was impossible to climb high up like a fairy, and the fourth prince, who he didn't even dare to look at, seemed to have caught the world's red dust at this moment.

   The little **** was not as frightened and apprehensive as at the beginning. He looked at the fourth prince cautiously, and said weakly, "The emperor only asked the servants to hand this over to the fourth prince, and said...the fourth prince will always be the fourth prince."

   The meaning of what the emperor said is that how favored the fourth prince is now, and how favored the fourth prince will be in the future, will not change one bit because the emperor leaves,

   With the tiger talisman in her hand, she can live this life safely and arbitrarily.

   "Clap."

   The tiger talisman in his hand slipped and fell on the blanket, making a dull sound.

  The little **** looked subconsciously and saw the boy's eyes covered, the pale skin seemed to glow with a cold light.

  The teenager staggered a few steps, her thin body was shaking, and a painful whimper came out of her throat.

  The tiger talisman rolled in front of the little eunuch, and he picked it up unexpectedly. He used to be dragged out and beheaded when he touched something like this.

  The little **** moved to the front of the fourth prince in a kneeling position. He carefully wiped the dust on it with his sleeve, and timidly brought it to the boy's hand.

   "Fourth prince, this is given to you by the emperor, you can take it." The little eunuch's voice trembled a little.

  The pale-faced boy in the gauze tent took a few steps back, reached out and grabbed the nearby bed rail, trying his best to stabilize his body so that he wouldn't fall over.

   She put down her hand, revealing those extremely beautiful eyes with reddish ends.

   "I don't want... who cares about this, you..."

  The fourth prince pointed at him, quite gloomy, and said with red eyes, "Get out of here!"

   I don't know why, but the little **** is suddenly not afraid. Maybe it is because he thinks that the fourth prince is not as difficult to approach as rumored.

   For the first time, he went against his master's wishes and moved his knees to the boy's feet. He half-forced the tiger talisman into the boy's palm.

   However, the delicate, warm and cool touch like white jade made the little **** stop for a moment.

   "Fourth prince, this is given to you by the emperor. I hope the emperor will not let down the emperor's painstaking efforts."

  The little eunuch's words stopped Wen Xien from throwing it away. She slowly squeezed the tiger talisman in her hand, her pale lips were pursed tightly, and her beautiful jawline was also taut.

   The little **** regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. He lowered his head timidly and felt extremely regretful.

   He was just a little eunuch, and he actually… actually spoke like a fourth prince!

   Who gave him the guts!

   The more he thought about the little eunuch, the more frightened he became. He held on to the corner of his clothes tightly, and his thin body could not wait to shrink into the seam.

However.

   Warm fingers raised his chin, and the little **** caught the boy's eyes by surprise.

   This was the first time in his life that the little **** was so close to someone with such a distinguished status. He was flattered and wanted to retreat, but he was not afraid to make the Fourth Prince unhappy.

   The little eunuch, yellow in the ground, two or three years old, and without a mother

   (end of this chapter)

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