How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 158

   Chapter 158 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (80)

   "Rong Ran!"

   Rong Yiqing yelled, crawled over and picked up the antidote. This is the only antidote, and if it's gone, it's gone.

   It does not mean that there is only one antidote in this world, as long as the antidote requires a lot of precious medicinal materials, the poison was created by Rong Yiqing himself, and naturally only he has the antidote.

Rong Yiqing pinched Wen Xien's thin chin and put the antidote in. At this time, Wen Xien seemed to have endless strength, she pushed Rong Yiqing away and spit the antidote in her hand. , and threw it into the stove.

   Time seemed to stand still, and they all stared blankly at the burnt antidote without a trace.

  Rong Yiqing's pupils shrank violently, he went up to the small stove, regardless of the fire, and reached out to look for it, but he only touched the ashes in one hand.

   The white hands were burned red, and the black soot was still sticking to it. He seemed to have no feeling and took a few steps back in disbelief.

   "Give me another antidote, hurry up!" Rong Bo looked at Wen Xien, whose face was getting paler and paler, and his expression became more and more frightened.

   He couldn't hear Rong Yiqing's voice for a while, Rong Bo turned his head in anger, but bumped into Rong Yiqing's red eyes.

   "Where's the antidote?" An answer rose in Rong Bo's heart, but he couldn't believe it. He looked at Rong Yiqing expectantly.

   But Rong Yiqing shrank his shoulders when he was seen, he looked extremely confused, "An antidote...I, I'll find it..."

   After he finished speaking, he stumbled away, and Rong Yiqing was abducted by the threshold, but he didn't dare to delay for a moment.

Rong Bo turned his head and looked at Wen Xien's face. The corners of her mouth began to bleed again. Rong Bo's eyes were wet, and his gentle sleeves were wiped, and he said softly, "Wait... but you wait, you will be right away. All right……"

   "Why...why don't you eat,...why?"

   Rong Bo seems to have used too much strength to say this, his chest heaved violently, his arms fell with trembling, but he was held tightly.

Rong Bo could clearly feel that the whole heart seemed to be being pulled by a hand. As his voice rose and fell, the blood dripping heart was torn off with flesh and blood, and it hurt so much every inch. It hurts so much piece by piece.

  Tears drop by drop, never for a moment.

   "Speak... but you did say something to me..."

   Rong Bo held Wen Xien's head, crying and begging.

   But the person he begged for turned his head indifferently, his long eyelashes were stained with tears, and the pale lips were dyed red, revealing a strangeness.

   "Go away..." Wen Xien finally said something, she said, "Don't get my eyes dirty."

   "Ran Ran, I'm sorry, I know I'm wrong, but Ran Ran..."

   Wen Xien murmured softly, "I'm leaving..."

   After the words fell, Rong Bo felt the hands in his palms hang down weakly, the person in his arms closed his eyes gently and slowly, and fell asleep quietly with tears on his eyes.

   He hugged the person tightly, holding him tightly in his arms. Rong Bo, who was covered in blood, lay down on the person's shoulder, his voice was broken, and the pain was unbearable.

   "Of course, wake up, please... wake up..."

   When Rong Yiqing, who was covered in mud and fell all the way, brought the antidote that could only temporarily relieve the poison, what he saw and heard was this picture.

   Looking at the face in the man's arms with his eyes closed, in an instant, Rong Yiqing's whole body seemed to be drained of all his strength, and he fell directly to the ground.

   gritted his teeth, pressed his hand to his forehead, and closed his eyes, Rong Yiqing let the tears flow down from the end of his eyes and dripped onto his clothes.

   "It's great...it's great, finally dead, hahaha."

   He smiled, but his tears flowed uncontrollably. Rong Yiqing got up slowly and sluggishly, swaying as if he would fall down in the next moment.

   That's great, finally died.

  Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations...

   Isn't this the result he wants, he should be happy, but why?

  Why does the pain in the heart seem to be about to suffocate?

   Mingming was not so uncomfortable when he died in the last life.

  He covered his heart in confusion, his footsteps were unstable, and he fell to the ground again.

  Heavy snow began to fall again in the sky, and the snow fell piece by piece. Rong Yiqing, who had always been afraid of the cold, felt even colder at this moment, especially his hands.

In a trance, Rong Yiqing seemed to see a figure with picturesque eyebrows coming towards him. The man was dressed in white, his arrogant eyebrows were frowning, and the pale lips were pursed tightly. Pulling his hand nonchalantly.

  Her hands were very hot and warm, she said, "How many times have I told you, don't come out when it snows, you are not in good health."

  Rong Yiqing stared blankly, crying and laughing, he said in a low voice, "Take me back..."

   He stretched out his hand to touch the man's frown that had been frowning, trying to wipe away the man's sorrow, but before he reached out his hand, the figure in front of him turned into a white mist and disappeared.

   The hand that stopped in mid-air slowly twisted into a fist.

Rong Yiqing had never been in such pain as this moment. The grief and despair seemed to be attached to every rib in his chest, so that it was stuck in his heart, stuck in his throat, unable to spit or swallow. He could only tremble, letting the tears well up in his eyes.

   But he still laughed, "It would be better if he died."

   He suddenly laughed, "I didn't fall in love with you, Rong Ran, you really failed. You haven't gotten my love in two lifetimes, and you've made yourself a mess."

"very pitiful……"

   Rongbo is dead.

  Rong Yiqing didn't know how he died, it seemed that he died not long after Rong Ran died.

   I heard from the palace staff that when Rong Bo died, he even ordered to be buried with Rong Ran.

nausea!

   That's disgusting!

  Rong Yiqing put down the book in his hand, leaned on the couch and closed his eyes.

   The breeze from outside the window swept the corners of his eyes a little softly.

   Now is the solstice of spring, the wind is carrying a damp grass fragrance, and it has just rained heavily.

  Rong Yiqing was a little irritable for some reason, he waved the booklet on the desk, put his head on his hands, and began to breathe quickly.

   "Why are you angry again?" The man's voice echoed in his ears like a clear spring.

  Rong Yiqing didn't open his eyes and sneered:

   "I just want to make trouble, what does it have to do with you?"

   "Oh." Seemingly lost, the man touched his hair.

   "Oh what, no one is sad about your death now, you know? Rong Ran."

  Rong Yiqing's voice was cold.

   That man laughed.

   she asked:

"how about you?"

   Are you sad?

   He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was no one in the imperial study.

   "Don't be mean, I won't be sad for your death."

   "That's what you deserve."

   (end of this chapter)

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