How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 143

   Chapter 143 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (65)

  The emperor was in a very bad mood at the moment, and it was especially bad. He just dropped a few precious vases and was walking in the imperial study.

  The little **** who was guarding the door heard the sound of the vase falling to the ground again, and shivered with fright.

  The **** has been in the palace for several years, and the madness of the emperor a few years ago has left a shadow in his heart.

   Hearing the emperor's call, the **** wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and carefully pushed the door open with a hunched waist.

   As soon as the **** entered, he threw himself on the ground and slammed his forehead on the ground, "Your Majesty, be careful you're going to get angry, Your Majesty!"

Rong Yan was really angry, he gasped heavily, "Those foolish ministers actually want my fourth brother to marry their daughters! They don't even see how those rouge vulgar fans can He is worthy of my fourth brother!"

   The **** kneeling on the ground echoed: "Fourth Prince Long Zhangfengzi, naturally not an ordinary woman to be worthy of, and to be worthy of it is the best woman in the world."

   The **** didn't talk nonsense about it. Someone like the Fourth Prince is talented and has a particularly good appearance. Shouldn't he be the best one?

  The imperial study suddenly became silent, and the air seemed to have cooled down.

   The **** trembled and quietly raised his eyes to see the young emperor looking down at him.

   Only looked at it for a second, and the **** was so frightened that he didn't dare to look anymore, and suddenly a pair of boots with dark lines appeared in front of him.

   "You repeat what you just said." The deep voice could not hear any emotion.

"Fourth Prince...Fourth Prince, if you want to be a match, you are also the best, the best... a woman." The **** was unable to say a complete sentence, and his hands on the ground trembled, cold sweat. flowed into his eyes.

  Silence...a dead silence.

   Just when the **** heaved a sigh of relief, otherwise he was kicked and rolled out a few meters away. He couldn't care about the pain in his body, so he crawled and knelt down, "Your Majesty, spare your life! Your Majesty, spare your life!"

   The young emperor squinted his eyes, "Women? How can you! How can you!"

   He ran out in a panic and yelled at the palace people who were full of fear, "Call the fourth brother here! I want the fourth brother..."

   A few newcomers were frightened by the emperor who looked like this. After all, since there were four princes, the emperor has always been normal. Although his temper was a bit explosive and his temper was a bit irritable, everything else was fine.

   Wen Xien is still discussing some trivial matters with the prime minister. The prime minister is a little old, but his mind is still very shrewd. He admires people like Wen Xien, who are young and particularly talented, and keep themselves clean. The only drawback is that they are too arrogant.

   But it doesn't matter, young people will be a little bit.

This prime minister has a precious daughter who is like a pearl. The more he sees Wen Xien, the more satisfied he becomes. He has repeatedly mentioned to the emperor that his daughter should be assigned to Wen Xien, but the emperor directly refuses more times. Of course, the prime minister is also dissatisfied. But I can't make trouble. My daughter really likes the Fourth Prince, and she wants to live and say that she will only marry the Fourth Prince in this life.

   The prime minister, who loves his daughter like his life, had no choice but to say with an old face.

   At this time, the prime minister was holding Wen Xien forcibly, saying how good her daughter is, how beautiful she looks, how her daughter likes her, asking when she is free, and asking two people to see her, maybe she likes her.

  Wen Xien: I didn't make an appointment with my sister.

   Just as Wen Xien heard calluses on his ears, someone knocked on the door.

   Wen Xien seemed to hear the savior's voice, and immediately said, "Come in."

  The Prime Minister stopped his mouth with intent to decide, but didn't say much.

   Yang Sheng hurried to Wen Xien's side and whispered a few words in her ear.

  Wen Xien nodded, stood up and bowed to the Prime Minister, "Master Prime Minister, I have something to do. I'm sorry, I think it's getting late, you might as well go back first."

  The prime minister had to stand up, with a smile on his face, his eyes glowing, "What I said before, the Fourth Prince must think about it carefully."

   "Yes, yes." Wen Xien nodded with a smile, and sent the Prime Minister away, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

   This old man babbled, it was killing him.

   "Fourth Prince." The prince in the palace looked like he saw his ancestors when he saw Wen Xien, "The emperor asked you to come over."

   Just dealt with one, and another came.

   Wen Xien asked, "What did the emperor ask me to do?"

   Wang Gonggong gave a bitter face, "Fourth Wangye, the emperor is losing his temper, and only you can persuade the emperor."

   This little madman can't stop.

   A large crowd of people knelt outside the imperial study, and Wen Xien frowned.

  The prince opened the door for Wen Xien, and his old face was almost wrinkled together.

   As soon as Wen Xien entered, the door closed.

  The imperial study was a mess, there were debris everywhere, and ink was spilled all over the place.

   Wen Xien called out tentatively, "Brother Huang?"

  No one answered, Wen Xien walked forward and saw a long leg exposed on the table that had been knocked down.

   It's not that Rong Yan has long legs, Wen Xien really didn't see it.

   Wen Xien walked around, squatted down, and asked softly, "What's the matter, why are you angry again?"

  The young emperor in a luxurious black robe sat on the ground regardless of his image, and his handsome features flickered due to the problem of light.

   "Fourth brother... I listened to your words, I have worked hard to be a good emperor." The man's voice was dull.

  Xiaoxiao lingers in the hall of the refreshing black agarwood, which is fragrant and quiet.

   Wen Xien saw the man's high nose and deep eyebrows, and stared at him quietly, as if to lock her into his eyes.

   She hummed for unknown reasons, and then said in praise: "Brother Huang did a good job."

  Wen Xien saw him staring at him, his eyes were calm, like a tongue full of barbs, as if he wanted to lick a layer of her flesh and blood.

   Her heart tensed for a while, but when she looked again, she could only see darkness without waves.

   The man laughed softly, "The fourth brother promised me, remember?"

   Promise him?

   Did she promise him anything?

   It's been so long, Wen Xien really can't remember, but she saw that Rong Yan was going to be nervous, and she didn't dare to tell the truth for a moment.

   "Remember, how could I forget." Wen Xien opened his eyes and said nonsense.

Rong Yan's complexion softened a little, and returned to his normal state. He took Wen Xien's lowered hand, and rubbed it on his face with extreme attachment, with a bit of strange excitement in his eyebrows: "I will listen to the fourth brother's words. , I will obediently be a good emperor, and the fourth brother must keep his promise."

  The wrapped palms are very cold, Rong Yan put a sigh of heat on his mouth, and said stubbornly like a child: "You must not go back, otherwise the consequences will be very serious."

   (end of this chapter)

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