How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 146

   Chapter 146 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (68)

   Wen Xien's eyes moved from the book to Rong Yan's face, and looked at him for unknown reasons, "Promise what?"

  "..." The man stared at the person in front of him, like an iron pestle, and did not move further.

   No matter how slow Wen Xien was, he noticed something was wrong, his eyebrows softened, and he asked softly, "What's the matter, why are you so strange today?"

   Rong Yan took Wen Xien's hand, as if he was coquettish and foolish in the past, "It's nothing, just ask casually."

   Seeing that Rong Yan was back to normal, Wen Xien didn't care anymore.

   We talked about some things together in the imperial study, and it was already dark.

   "Brother Huang, it's getting late, if nothing happens, I should retire." Wen Xien lifted his sleeves and resigned.

   Who knew that she saluted for a while, but didn't hear the young emperor's reply, Wen Xien was about to look up, when suddenly a shadow came down like a tent.

   Wen Xien's wrist tightened, and a scorching heat rushed from her cool skin.

   "When did the fourth brother like to wear blue clothes, didn't the fourth brother like white clothes the most?"

Just as Wen Xien wanted to change his style, his mind suddenly went numb, and he immediately wanted to shake off the captured wrist, but the young emperor held her tightly like an iron weld, unable to break free, "Brother Huang, I have a headache. …”

   Before he finished speaking, Wen Xien fell down as soon as his body softened.

   The expected pain didn't come, and his body was caught firmly, Wen Xien narrowed his eyes, and fainted within a second of waking up.

  The flying snow fell down in a whirl, covering some of the unbearable...

  Rong Yan returned to Xifeng Palace with Wen Xien in his arms. As soon as Yang Sheng, who was carrying the palace lantern, saw that it was Rong Yan, he quickly bowed and saluted, "Your Majesty..."

   "Shh." Rong Yan glanced at Wen Xien in his arms, "Of course she fell asleep, take her back to rest."

   Yang Sheng only felt that Rong Yan's expression was a bit too... ambiguous, but he was the only two brothers who were deeply in love, and he didn't doubt anything, so he reached out to support Wen Xien in Rong Yan's arms.

   Rong Yan put Wen Xien down.

  Yang Sheng helped Wen Xien into the inner hall, Rong Yan stood outside the palace gate and watched for a long time before turning and leaving.

  Wen Xien was also drowsy. Yang Sheng helped her into the inner hall, and Wen Xien was still half asleep.

   "Master..." Yang Sheng called out softly.

   I don't know if the person in front of him heard it or not, half-opened his eyes in confusion, the collar of the green robe was a little messy, and the spots of rose red were exposed.

   Yang Sheng saw the deepest marks on Wen Xien's snow-white neck, and reached out to touch it, which caused Wen Xien to snort.

   "Brother Huang—" Wen Xien thought it was Rong Yan, and called out in a low voice.

   Rong Yan's body trembled, and the solemn gaze of the emperor when he left just now made him shudder.

  Should…should not…

   When Wen Xien woke up, Yang Sheng was already standing by the bed with a washbasin.

  It may be because of the long sleep, Wen Xien felt a headache, and covered half of his forehead, "Little Shengzi—"

   "Master." Seeing Wen Xien waking up, Yang Sheng walked over with the washbasin. Twisted the handkerchief to wipe her face.

   Wen Xien turned his head to dodge, raised his hand to take it and wiped himself.

   "How did I get back?" Wen Xien remembered that he went to the imperial study room yesterday to talk to Rong Yan about something, and he felt dizzy in the back, and came back as soon as he woke up.

   Yang Sheng's heart shuddered, and he lowered his head and said, "The emperor sent someone to find a servant, and the servant went to the side hall to pick you up. The emperor recently told you to take a good rest. Your body is the most important thing."

   Wen Xien responded and didn't feel anything different.

  Yang Sheng squatted down and put on the boots for Wen Xien. Wen Xien still looked sleepy. If he didn't want to move, he just let him go. After putting it on, he got up and walked to the dresser.

   Yang Sheng lowered his head and followed behind him.

   "Little Shengzi, where's the mirror?" Wen Xien saw that the bronze mirror placed in front of the dressing table was gone.

   Just a simple question, Yang Sheng thumped and knelt down, "Master, slave... The slave suddenly missed and broke the bronze mirror..."

  Wen Xien didn't know why Yang Sheng's reaction was so big, "It's just a mirror, if it's broken, it's broken. What are you doing kneeling on the ground?"

   Yang Sheng got up from the ground immediately.

   Wen Xien handed him the sandalwood comb, and Yu Chunong took the comb and began to comb Wen Xien's hair.

   At the moment when he lifted his hair, Yang Sheng's hands trembled slightly, and quickly covered the red marks on the back of his neck with his hair.

With a slight force in his hand, Wen Xien's scalp hurt, "Xiao Shengzi, you hurt me."

   Yang Sheng's movement stopped, Wen Xien noticed it, looked up and saw Yang Sheng's eyes were swollen, "What's the matter, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to ask the doctor to take a look..."

   Before Wen Xien finished speaking, two tears fell from Yang Sheng's eyes.

   "It's useless to be a slave..." Yang Sheng sobbed softly, and two more tears rolled down, "If you can't even brush your master's hair, the slave should die."

  Wen Xien didn't know what to do when he saw him like this, stood up and hugged Yang Sheng's waist, "Don't cry, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

   In the next few days, Wen Xien returned home normally, and Yang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.

   I thought the emperor had figured it out, maybe it was just a moment of confusion that day.

Yang Sheng is very worried, but as he is, he is not qualified to follow him into the palace at will. In the past, he was the most extravagant in the greenhouse. He was born afraid of cold, and would freeze his hands and face every winter, but since he followed Wen Xien, he never stopped. Not over.

But he is no longer rare. Whether it's in the morning or at night, as soon as Wen Xien leaves and doesn't come back in time, Yang Sheng will stay at the gate of the king's mansion. No matter how heavy the snow is, he will hold an oil-paper umbrella. In the snow, I watched if the people who left had come back.

   His hands were slowly getting frostbite. Yang Sheng felt a little itchy on his face recently, and his cheeks had started to turn red. In order to be afraid of being discovered by Wen Xien, Yang Sheng had to secretly buy some medicines.

  As it got darker and darker, Yang Sheng became more and more impatient. When the familiar carriage slowly approached, he smiled with tears in his eyes.

   Yang Sheng immediately greeted him, and the curtain of the carriage was lifted by the guard next to him, who looked very eye-catching.

   came out of the carriage, he was not the person he was thinking of, but the emperor in black.

   This time, the young emperor did not hand Wen Xien to him, but carried him in himself. The young emperor stayed in the palace for a long time before leaving.

   Yang Sheng wiped Wen Xien's neck, but he didn't dare to wipe down, because he knew that the emperor must have discovered it too.

   He felt his heart jump when he saw the roses all over the place. Yang Sheng looked at the white cloth wrapped around Wen Xien's chest. Without the underwear, Wen Xien was only wrapped in the white cloth and felt a little cold, and shrank his shoulders.

   cough cough

   (end of this chapter)

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