How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 128

   Chapter 128 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (50)

  [Wen Xien: He laughed so weirdly, it felt cold on my neck. ]

  [The system sneers: Aren't you going to get cold sooner or later? ]

  [Wen Xien scolded: The dog's mouth can't spit out ivory. ]

  [System: …You spit out one and try? ]

  [Wen Xien: Go to hell, all the dogs! ]

  [System: ... neuropathy. ]

  Wen Xien glanced at the table case calmly, and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong, laughing so happily?"

"It's nothing." Rong Yiqing habitually took Wen Xien's hand, smiling without shadows, with curved eyes, looking harmless like a kitten, "Fourth brother, what do you think of the prince? Do you think the prince will Are you a gentleman?"

   Such words really shouldn't be said from the mouth of the always cowardly and incompetent Ninth Prince. If he doesn't make any big mistakes, he can still be a nominal idle prince.

   Wen Xien heard Rong Yiqing's strange tone, and didn't know what he meant.

   "What you said, the crown prince was conferred by the father and the emperor, and the throne was also inherited by the father and the emperor. The prince should be the emperor."

   Wen Xien's expression became serious after speaking, and even his arrogant eyebrows lowered.

   Rong Yiqing can feel that Wen Xien attaches great importance to the prince and... admiration.

  Yes admiration.

  Because the Prince is the Son of Heaven, as a subject, of course, he should respect and surrender.

  What if he became the Son of Heaven, and he sat in that supreme position?

   What will happen to the fourth brother?

  Whether it will be admired or spurned.

   As soon as Rong knew it clearly, it would definitely be the second, but it didn't prevent him from imagining.

  Rong Yiqing slowly approached Wen Xien's face, the light in his eyes was dull and dim, and his tone lowered, "Fourth brother, the prince is of course the emperor. I'm asking the fourth brother, the prince is not suitable for being a wise man."

"meeting!"

  Wen Xien answered without hesitation, she stood there quietly, her back straight and unwilling to bend, like bamboo knots pressing snow, her eyes that seemed to be so black that there was no trace of impurities reflected the figure of the person in front of her coldly.

   "Rong Yiqing."

   Wen Xien said, she spoke slowly, with no expression on her face, but inexplicably showed a coldness, "As long as I am here, the prince will be Ming Jun, even if it is not me, I will make him become."

  Rong Yiqing stared at her blankly, and it took a while to regain his senses.

   It had been a long time since he heard Wen Xien call his name, it had been several years.

   The person in front of him used to call Xiao Jiu softly and coldly every day. After Wen Xien shouted like this, he suddenly thought of how talented and famous the fourth prince in his previous life was.

   His heart seemed to be beating faster and faster, Rong Yiqing smiled slowly, and there was a frenzy of excitement and madness hidden in the depths of his eyes.

   Such a fourth brother is even more exciting.

  Rong Yiqing looked at Wen Xien with a cold expression, his eyes gradually became fiery, and the fiery heat intensified, until it turned into a turbulent arc of cracked lips.

   "Don't even think about grabbing it." Wen Xien met the man's eyelashes, her pale lips pursed tightly, showing indifference and indifference.

   Then Rong Yiqing became more and more excited in the other's calm expression.

   "Fourth Brother..."

  Rong Yiqing just ignored everything, just stared at Wen Xien, "You still have to be careful about everything."

  The words Wen Xien said made him feel guilty and panicked. Although the system was in hand, it was still terrifying to see the protagonist's eyes that wanted to bite her to death.

   She is just a weak woman with an empty skin and a beautiful skin. She knows nothing and understands nothing.

   Rong Yiqing spoke very softly, but looking at Wen Xien's eyes made Wen Xien more and more uncomfortable.

   I feel a cool swish behind my back.

  Rong Yiqing got up to say goodbye, and the moment he passed by, his heart trembled when he was frightened by his chuckle.

   "Won't the fourth brother send me?"

  Rong Yiqing tilted his head, looked at Wen Xien's thin back, and asked coquettishly, "The snow outside is so heavy, fourth brother, you know, I'm most afraid of the cold."

   Wen Xien, who had his back to him, lowered his head slightly, and Rong Yiqing tugged at her sleeve with his usual technique.

   The end sound is elongated, as if the sweet and greasy can take out the silk, "Fourth brother..."

  [Wen Xien's goosebumps fell to the ground: Tong, help. ]

  [The system said one word inhumanely: get out. ]

  Wen Xien turned around, he looked at Rong Yiqing with a gentle lake hidden in his eyes, and smiled slightly.

She held Rong Yiqing's icy hand. Rong Yiqing's hand would be as cold as an ice cube in winter. Every winter solstice, Wen Xi'en would bring a lot of charcoal and a hand stove, and the warmth in the hall of his invitation was like summer solstice.

   But his hands were still cold, as if he couldn't keep them warm no matter how he covered them, but Wen Xien would rub his cold hands with her warm hands every time, or put them on his mouth to breathe heat.

   This gave his cold hands some warmth.

   As soon as Wen Xien touched his cold hand, his delicate and picturesque eyebrows frowned, "Why is the hand still so cold, I'll add more clothes when I come out."

   felt the soft and warm hand wrapping his cold skin, the temperature seemed to penetrate through the skin into his bones.

   A bit... scorching.

  Rong Yiqing's little finger shrank slightly, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth deepened, but his eyes stretched out without any smile.

   "I was wrapped into a ball when I was wearing it, and I won't be able to walk at that time." Rong Yiqing blinked aggrievedly, looking cute and squeamish on his fair and delicate face.

  Wen Xien raised his hand and rubbed Rong Yiqing's face, with a smile on his brows and eyes, "It's better if you can't walk, so that you won't run around."

  In the vast snow, Wen Xien personally held an umbrella for Rong Yiqing and sent him to the carriage. On the way, Rong Yiqing did not even get snow stains on a corner of his clothes.

   His eyes fell on Wen Xi'en's shoulder, where there was still a thin layer of snow, some of which had melted, and the water that turned into made her white cloak wet.

  Rong Yiqing frowned, got into the carriage, lifted the curtain of the carriage, and saw Wen Xien standing in the snow, straight and proud like a pine and cypress.

   She was all white, and even her exposed skin was morbidly white, as if she had melted into one with the snow.

   Seeing that Rong Yiqing was still staring at her blankly, Wen Xien waved his hand, and a strand of black hair was blown by the biting cold wind and floated in front of her.

   At this moment, Rong Yiqing felt as if an immortal had descended into the world. In this snow, he wanted to fly away by the wind and disappear into the world.

   Rong Yiqing was laughed at by his absurd thoughts, he lowered the curtain, the expression on his face suddenly changed, and the ink in his eyes turned dark.

   He touched his cheek with his fingertips, and the cold touch made him shiver.

   But the man held his hands in his arms without changing his face.

   (end of this chapter)

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