How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 147

   Chapter 147 Untitled Chapter

   Seeing the rose red all over, he felt his heart skip a beat, and Yang Sheng's face was half white.

  Neck, arm, collarbone... rosy red with spots, indescribable... extravagant.

  The emperor knew that Wen Xien was a daughter, wouldn't he be crazy.

  Yang Sheng only felt the heat in his eyes, and with shaking hands, he scrubbed with wet padiwen Xien.

   He was busy until the second half of the night, before he wiped off the filthy marks on Wen Xien's body and put on the ointment before helping her to sleep on the bed.

   After wiping off the medicine and dressing Wen Xien, Yang Sheng found that his back was wet with sweat.

   Wen Xien loosened his clothes and found that there were some red spots on his waist. Many of the marks last night had faded away, leaving only some deep ones. At first glance, it was indeed a bit scary.

  Wen Xien thought it was a rash and asked Yang Sheng to go to the imperial doctor.

   Yang Sheng went to the imperial hospital, but he didn't dare to say anything. He only said to the imperial doctor that he had a rash on his body, and he came back after taking the auxiliary medicine.

   When Wen Xien asked about it, he said that the imperial doctor said that it was not a big problem, just rub some medicine and it would be fine.

   It didn't take long for this to happen, and Yang Sheng waited at the gate of the King's Mansion until late at night and no one was there.

   Yang Sheng felt a chill in his heart, he wanted to rush directly into the palace to bring his master out, and wanted to point the nose to scold the dog emperor.

   But he dared not.

   The heaven of the Yan Kingdom is Rong Yan, and he just wants his master... and it is not something that his little servant can stop.

   When Wen Xien left, she was wearing a white dress, which matched her well. Every time she saw Wen Xien wearing white clothes, Yang Sheng thought she was seeing a fairy.

  She has grown up a lot, and is no longer the arrogant and mean prince that Yang Sheng looked like when he first met him.

   "Little Shengzi, I've told you several times, you don't need to wait for me at the door, it's not that I don't know the way." Wen Xien frowned, looking helpless, and lost a little sense of distance.

   Yang Sheng's eyes were sour, "Okay... Master."

   He didn't dare to think about the person who he didn't even dare to touch in his dreams... What kind of expression would he look like when the emperor she admired the most would be pressed under him.

   Wen Xien took the soft sedan and left, Yang Sheng opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

   His face was cold, he touched his own face, it turned out that the tears had already fallen...

  The snow stopped a few days ago. Yang Sheng waited for a long time at the gate of the palace, and his heart sank little by little.

   "Hey, where are you going?" The guard guarding the door saw Yang Sheng suddenly throw the palace lantern in his hand and ran into the dark night.

   When Yang Sheng entered the palace, no one dared to stop him, because everyone knew that Yang Sheng was from the Fourth Prince. Even if a dog from the Fourth Prince's family ran in, they would not dare to stop him.

   Not to mention, he is the most favored little **** around the Fourth Prince.

  The entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation is brightly lit, guarded by many guards.

   Yang Sheng followed Wen Xien, and naturally recognized them as people around him, and knew that Rong Yan was inside.

   "Who?" The guards who heard the sound drew their swords.

   Yang Sheng's eyes were red, "I'm a servant of the king's mansion, and I'm here to pick up the fourth prince."

  Those guards have long seen the dirty things in the palace, and they have long been familiar with the matter of the emperor's visit to the four princes, but they only know who they are loyal to.

   "The emperor will send her back in person in a while, you should retire."

Before the guard could finish speaking, Yang Sheng had already plopped down on his knees, fell on the ground and kowtowed, "Your Majesty, the master has always regarded you as the person closest to you. Little, I don't know, if it offends you, you punish the servant... don't blame the master..."

   Those words were weeping, and they were clearly intended for Rong Yan in the palace.

   Big drops of tears fell down his face, red liquid stuck to the floor, Yang Sheng kowtowed to the ground, blood oozing from his forehead.

   The guard outside frowned.

   "Your Majesty..." Yang Sheng's body trembled as he cried.

  The whale oil lamp was lit in the palace, and the ambiguous colors came out with the tulle of brown and red.

Wen Xien's eyes were tightly closed, and there was still the aroma of wine in his mouth. Rong Yan pressed her head to his chest and held her hair with his hands, "Of course, your loyal servant, let me give you back. go back."

  I knew no one would answer.

"I don't want it." Arms wrapped around Wen Xien's waist, Rong Yan's chin rested on her thin and thin shoulders, looking aggrieved as if he was the victim, "They all want to rob me, but they like the emperor so much. Brother, you won't blame the emperor, right?"

   He spoke very slowly, as if speaking to himself.

"Ran Ran……"

   The lingering lingering cry was so sweet that it seemed to be able to pull out silk.

   Yang Sheng's cry seemed to be in his ears, but he couldn't wake up Rong Yan at all.

  He's already...there's no going back.

   Also, he didn't want to look back.

   "Of course, if you wake up and see such an imperial brother... what will happen?"

   The demon in the bottom of my heart revealed a despicable and longing hope...

   He wanted to look at Wen Xien's open eyes, his reflection in those beautiful eyes, and listened to her crying and calling his name.

so what? The devil in his heart bewitched him, and he was shaken.

   Even if he is rejected, even if he is hated, even if... whatever, as long as this person is in his arms, even hatred is stronger than those poor respect and admiration...

   "Ran Ran." Rong Yan already felt that he was awake, and his voice trembled with excitement.

  Wen Xien looked over in confusion, "Brother Huang?"

   "Brother Huang—" Wen Xien only felt uncomfortable being pressed, and frowned and screamed.

   Wen Xien was secretly poking at the system, Rong Yan had already pulled her two arms and pressed them on the bed.

   Wen Xien immediately felt that something was wrong, **** it, no wonder she couldn't call the system, she didn't want to be mosaic!

   "Brother Huang, what are you doing?" Wen Xien was a little flustered.

   "Of course, the emperor will treat you very well, as long as you want, I can give you anything..." The deep voice seemed to be infected with infatuation and madness.

   "Brother Emperor!" Wen Xien's eyes were red, and Rong Yan was startled when he looked at him in a hurry.

   She looks very dignified on weekdays, but at this moment, the red marks on her body are plain, which makes people more hopeful to bully her.

   Seeing Rong Yan stunned, Wen Xien suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed him away, pulling his clothes over his body and running to the palace gate.

   She ran fast, and her movements were particularly nervous. She stepped on the clothes under her feet and threw herself forward.

   (end of this chapter)

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