How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 148

   Chapter 148 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (70)

   Rong Yan chased after her to help her, "Of course—"

   "Let go of me!" Wen Xien gritted his teeth and couldn't even say the word emperor brother.

   "Brother..." Rong Yan was interrupted by Wen Xien as soon as he opened his mouth.

  Wen Xien had hatred in his eyes, and the front of his shirt was tugged tightly, "I don't have an imperial brother like you!"

   Rong Yan's expression seemed to freeze.

   Wen Xien pushed him away from him and pulled the door in front of him open.

   The snow outside stopped and stopped, and a thin layer of white mist had risen. Wen Xien looked at the man kneeling outside the palace gate, only to feel that no matter how cold his body was, it couldn't compare to the cold in his heart.

  Yang Sheng, whose eyes were swollen from crying, was stunned when he saw Wen Xien running out disheveled.

   She has been arrogant since she was a child, but she feels extremely embarrassed by how she looks now.

   "Master..." Yang Sheng's pale cheeks were flushed red from the cold, and the tears on his face had not yet dried.

   Before Wen Xien could speak, he stretched out a hand from behind to wrap her waist and pulled her back. The door in front of him was closed again.

   Yang Sheng, kneeling on the ground and reaching out to her, was the last scene Wen Xien saw...

   "Of course, where else do you want to go?"

   When Wen Xien woke up, he was already lying on the bed, and standing beside the bed was Yang Sheng, who was crying all the time.

   Yang Sheng knelt beside the bed and lowered his head, the sickly red on both sides of his cheeks was frozen like this, his tears fell to the ground drop by drop.

   "Why are you crying?" Wen Xien said.

   Yang Sheng raised his head, saw Wen Xien open his eyes, and wiped the tears from his face in a panic, "Master..."

  Wen Xien raised his hand to call him over, but only heard a crisp banging sound. Looking down, an iron chain was already on his wrist.

   Yang Sheng saw Wen Xien staring blankly at his wrist, and fell to the bedside crying, "Master - it's useless to be a slave..."

  Wen Xi'en stared silently, and when he clenched his wrist fiercely, a circle of red marks appeared on the snow-white slender wrist. He put his hand down, and there was an emotion in his drooping eyelashes that no one could understand.

   Yang Sheng saw that Wen Xien still wanted to earn, but felt a chill in his heart, knelt beside the bed and held Wen Xien's hand, "Master, don't scare the slaves!"

   Wen Xien shook his hand violently, as if he hadn't seen him.

   The pale lips trembled violently, "Get out... Get out of here!"

  Yang Sheng didn't dare to touch Wen Xien with his hands, he rubbed his head against her palm carefully, and choked up, "The servant won't leave, the servant will accompany you."

   Wen Xien's lips were trembling, and he wanted to open his mouth, but tears came out of his eyes.

   Where has Yang Sheng ever seen Wen Xien look like this, he couldn't even care about etiquette, he took Wen Xien into his arms at once.

   "Why?" Wen Xien's chin rested on Yang Sheng's shoulder, and his tone was a little confused, "Why do you do this to me?"

   Yang Sheng almost lost his temper and wanted to cry out, but he didn't dare. Now he is the only one with Wen Xien. If he starts crying again, what will the master do?

   Yang Sheng just hugged Wen Xien hard, as if he wanted to pass on all his cherished feelings to her...

   After soothing for a long time, he coaxed Wen Xien to fall asleep. Yang Sheng wiped the tears from his face, and just as he was about to exit, he saw Rong Yan standing at the door.

  The tall figure just stood there silently, and he didn't know how long it would last.

   "Your Majesty... Your Majesty!" Yang Sheng hurriedly knelt down.

   Rong Yan walked inside as if he hadn't seen him.

   Yang Sheng didn't know where the courage came from, he knelt in front of Rong Yan, blocking his way, "Your Majesty, the master just fell asleep - she cried a lot, please let him go."

   Rong Yan smiled softly, "Of course you're crying?"

   Yang Sheng raised his face and looked at the crazy young emperor in front of him.

   Rong Yan didn't look at him, "Of course he's crying for me."

   Yang Sheng was stunned, Rong Yan lowered his head and looked at him with a morbid joy in his eyes.

  Yang Sheng only felt that Rong Yan's appearance was unknown to what he saw on weekdays, so he shrank back a bit, "Your Majesty..."

   Rong Yan suddenly laughed lightly, kicked away Yang Sheng, who had been stunned, and walked towards the bedroom.

  Yang Sheng stood outside the palace, and his body trembled when he heard the cries coming from inside.

  Wen Xien cried and struggled, and then the struggle quickly turned into a cry of suppressed pain.

  Yang Sheng only felt cold, he hugged himself and squatted down.

   Rong Yan's love words that seemed to come from **** kept talking, but the only response to him was another person's scolding and crying like crazy.

  Yang Sheng didn't dare to look up or look, he hugged his head, crouched in the corner and trembled.

   Another winter is coming, and it has been three full years since Rong Yan ascended the throne.

  In the early morning, there was still a layer of white fog, and the grass was covered with water droplets. The courtiers gathered in the hall, and the civil and military officials discussed state affairs. Rong Yan sat on the dragon chair, pursing his lips and said nothing.

   Since the fourth prince fell ill, Rong Yan rarely showed too much emotion in front of these courtiers.

Rong Yan had nowhere to go for three years, the back seat was vacant, and how many good families were desperately trying to squeeze into the palace, but Rong Yan did not have a concubine or a concubine, no matter how intimidating and begging the ministers, Don't care half way.

The young emperor propped his chin with his hands and closed his eyes. He looked a little sleepy. Several ministers who could look at their faces were silent after handing over the book, and some ministers who couldn't respond also felt the atmosphere No, they also retreated.

  After the morning court was over, Rong Yan took off his court clothes and walked straight to the inner hall of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

  Yang Shengfang, who was wearing an **** uniform, came out of the inner hall, and his face turned pale when he saw Rong Yan.

   Rong Yan didn't even look at him, his face that had been sullen all the time finally warmed up,

   "Ran Ran." Rong Yan showed a joyous smile that outsiders had never seen before, and stepped forward to help the man's shoulders.

  Wen Xi'en was wearing a bright red dress, and her ink hair was not tied, and it was sprinkled on her thin shoulders like splashing ink, and the arc drawn was particularly beautiful.

   Her skin was originally very white, so she had not seen the sun for a long time, and the white skin was a little sick.

   When Wen Xien saw Rong Yan, the light of disgust in her eyes showed, but in the disgust, it revealed the fear and anxiety in her heart.

   Rong Yan bent down to touch her face, the tip of his nose almost touched Wen Xien's forehead.

"roll…"

   Wen Xien's voice was hoarse and weak.

   Rong Yan smiled, could he not laugh? Wen Xien said only a handful of words to him every day, so even scolding was happy for him.

   As long as Wen Xien can still have a little reaction, it can drive him crazy.

   "Good Ranran, you are finally willing to take care of me, finally..." The deep voice actually had a bit of a cry.

   The light dance clothes were taken off and fell on the ground,

   Are you there? Squeak

   (end of this chapter)

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