How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 132

   Chapter 132 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (54)

   Gong Ren shuddered coldly.

   Fingers slammed together, feeling the sticky touch in the palm of his hand, Rong Yiqing showed a fierce smile on his face.

"Burned."

  The palace man widened his eyes in shock and said hesitantly, "This...this is the fourth prince..."

   "It's burning!" Rong Yiqing's tone was very slow.

  How dare the palace staff dare to burn it, in case the fourth prince finds out, he will be beheaded.

Snapped--! !

The precious celadon was violently thrown against the wall, and the fragments were splashed all over the place. Rong Yiqing had blue veins on his forehead. At this moment, he seemed to be an Shura who crawled out of hell. The name that got him out of control.

   "Fourth Prince, Fourth Prince!"

   "There is a fourth prince on the lips every day!"

   "Is Rong Ran your master, or am I your master? Did I set you on fire?"

  The palace servant knelt down heavily with a bang, knocking his forehead on the ground, flustered not knowing what to do, "Ninth prince, this is from the fourth prince, didn't you like it very much before?"

  I like it so much that if anyone touches it, even wiping it is done by Rong Yiqing's own hands. Now if it is said to burn, it will burn.

  Rong Yiqing let out a low laugh, the laughter got louder and louder, his eyes were crazy, "Like?"

   "I can't wait to tear it apart immediately!"

   With trembling hands, he ripped off the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, his fingertips snapped, and it was torn in half.

   He stared at the broken painting, his slender eyelashes trembled violently, inexplicably flustered in his heart, he abruptly looked away.

   opened his trembling lips, and he trembled: "Burn it."

  The palace man lowered his head firmly, not daring to say, "Yes."

  Tomorrow is the prince's enthronement ceremony. How calm Wen Xien is on the surface, how flustered he is inside.

  [Wen Xien sighs: My good days are coming to an end. ]

  [System: Then you have eaten better recently, maybe you won't be able to eat it in the future. ]

  [Wen Xien: 嘤...]

   Just when Wen Xien was thinking about how many good days he had left, Rong Yiqing finally couldn't bear it any longer.

  Rong Yiqing brought two pots of hot wine over, and before opening the seal, Wen Xien smelled a faint aroma of wine, which seemed to drift ten miles away, making people drunk by smelling it.

  The snow has stopped. There are stone tables and stone benches with delicate patterns under the plum blossom tree. The stone benches are also covered with thick fur cushions. Occasionally, a few petals fall on the stone table, adding a bit of artistic conception.

   Rong Yiqing in Tsing Yi standing under the plum blossom tree is like a fairy in a painting.

   As soon as Wen Xien sat down, Rong Yiqing added a glass of wine for her, still steaming, the sweet smell made Wen Xien take a deep sniff unconsciously.

   "Where did this wine come from?" Wen Xien asked with interest.

  Rong Yiqing pursed his lips and smiled, showing some gentleness, "This is the peach blossom wine I brewed three years ago. I just dug it out today, and I rushed to the fourth brother's side before I took a sip."

Putting    on the tip of his nose and sniffing, Wen Xien chuckled, "You still have a conscience."

The mellow liquid slips across the tip of the tongue, runs moistly through the throat, slips into the throat, floats warmly in the abdomen, slowly drifts away in the nose, and sneaks into the blood... Unforgettable wine.

  Wen Xien thinks he can drink well, but alcohol can deceive Wen Xien himself, but not Wen Xien's face.

   She just drank a cup, and her auricle began to heat up, her eyes were swollen, and physiological tears came up.

   Wen Xien was a little puzzled. Could it be that her alcohol intake is so bad?

  Wen Xien couldn't see what she looked like now. The end of her eyes was already thin and red, and she had been faintly dizzy on her cheeks, as if she had patted a layer of delicate rouge with a puff.

   She rubbed her eyes, trying to wipe away the tears, but her eyes became more and more hazy, with an ulterior motive.

   She was born too beautiful, this kind of beauty has weakened her gender, and when others saw her, they were fascinated, and in turn felt that they had fallen into her ulterior trap. After all, how could she not be aware of the talent and authority she possesses? She appeared in front of people like this without shyness, how could she not do it on purpose?

  The smell of alcohol quickly smoked out the fine beads of sweat on Wen Xien's forehead, and the complexion became clearer and brighter.

  After drinking two glasses of wine, Wen Xien felt more and more impetuous, his earlobes were hot, and he whispered confusedly, "This wine... is a bit strange."

   "It's not that the wine is weird, it's that the fourth brother can't drink enough."

  Rong Yiqing's tone was very calm, without any anger, but what he said seemed to contain a hint of malice: "Fourth brother, you can't do it, why did you get drunk before you had a few drinks."

   A hand with slender knuckles suddenly pushed the wine glass in front of him to Wen Xien.

   "Fourth brother, come."

  Rong Yiqing is like coaxing a child, "Drinking it, I have treasured it for a long time, I can't bear to drink it, fourth brother, don't let me down."

   His final sound was slightly pulled, as if there were endless grievances.

   Looking at the expectation in Rong Yiqing's eyes, Wen Xien finally took the wine glass with a little hesitation.

   Rong Yiqing also filled up the wine glass she had used in front of Wen Xien, drank it all at once, and squinted at Wen Xien.

   Finally, I put the cup to my lips, and the soft taste spread in my mouth, with a hint of sweetness.

   The feeling of being drunk and slightly drunk immediately came up.

   Looking at Mong Yiqing's expression, Wen Xien rang the alarm bell in his heart.

She was still the same as before. After a few glasses of wine, her eyes became misty. After a while, she seemed to be covered with a layer of water mist, and the corners of her lips had a hint of brightness, which was different from the indifference and arrogance before. At this moment, the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, and her face was slightly red. The original arrogance was stained with a somewhat different feeling, and the whole person showed a pure and innocent but delusional feeling.

   "Fourth brother?" Rong Yiqing called out tentatively.

  Wen Xien stared at him, her expression still light, but a bright red appeared on her snow-white skin, she responded after a half-pace.

   "Fourth brother, you are drunk." Rong Yiqing's eyes deepened with a smile, and his voice was slightly hoarse.

  Wen Xien tilted his head ignorantly, and his long eyelashes drooped slightly, bending out an extremely beautiful arc.

   Did you break your wings and sit in the supreme position, you can continue to be obedient like this.

   The light in his eyes became darker, thinking about the previous scenes.

  Rong Yiqing drank another glass of wine, but his expression didn't change.

   After watching Wen Xien carefully for a long time, Rong Yiqing asked the palace servants on the side to help Wen Xien back to the bedroom.

   He thought that Wen Xien would make trouble when he was drunk, but he didn't expect to be obedient, so he was super obedient and let the palace servants support him, and the palace servants would gently tell the fourth prince to be careful of the road ahead.

   Wen Xien would answer softly, obediently and obediently.

   (end of this chapter)

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