How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 163

   Chapter 163 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (85)

  I am obedient, and I will listen to you. I'm very good, but don't leave me alone, okay?

   Rong Yiqing stared at Wen Xien closely.

Disappeared.

   Rong Yiqing watered the tree, this thin plum tree has grown a lot taller after being cultivated by Rong Yiqing himself, the corner of his mouth has a smile, that smile is very pure.

   Eunuch Gao saw it all in his eyes. He knew that the emperor was becoming more and more abnormal recently. He didn't accept his concubine. He would not see anyone except for political affairs, and was locked in Wen Xien's former palace every day.

   Eunuch Gao persuaded him, but he didn't know how to speak. This time he stood beside him for a long time before he bent forward and probed softly, “Your Majesty, the Prime Minister said that he has something important to discuss with you.”

  Rong Yiqing ignored it, watered it carefully, as if this was not a tree, but a priceless treasure.

Seeing that Rong Yiqing didn't speak, Eunuch Gao became more daring, he said, "Your Majesty, let the Fourth Prince go, let her go, people can't be resurrected from the dead, and the servant thinks that the Fourth Prince doesn't want to see you like this. "

   The man on the other end suddenly spoke, his tone was a little hoarse:

   "You said that people can't be resurrected from the dead?"

   Eunuch Gao was taken aback by the rough voice, and he woke up a bit. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and dared not speak with his lips trembling.

   But he gritted his teeth in order to make the emperor sober.

   "Yes, people cannot be resurrected from the dead."

  Rong Yiqing suddenly threw the water spoon in his hand on the ground.

  's neither light nor heavy voice made Gao Gonggong tremble.

  Rong Yiqing didn't say anything, his eyes turned and glanced at him lightly, his voice was very soft, but it made him feel extremely gloomy - as if he was being stared at by some kind of terrifying cold-blooded animal.

   "You don't know anything." After speaking, he returned to the imperial study.

   Eunuch Gao heard the sound of things crackling and falling inside, and it took a long time before he heard it.

  Rong Yiqing now feels like a man struggling on the edge of madness.

   Although he was handsome and calm, he seemed more normal than anyone he had ever met.

   But he knows that this kind of person who hides hysteria cannot be touched. If you touch it, your life will be lost.

   When Rong Yiqing was practicing calligraphy, he stopped for some reason, and his eyes turned red with grievance.

   "Of course, they all said you were dead." Rong Yiqing suddenly sounded pitiful, looking a little lonely and strange in the empty bedroom.

   Obviously there is no one. But Rong Yiqing still said to himself:

   "Of course I was just angry and wanted to be angry with me. I didn't die, right?"

   The night was already deep, he hugged a piece of clothing that Wen Xien had worn, lowered his head obsessively and sniffed, showing a reassuring expression:

   "I'll wait for you well. Now it's my turn to wait for Ranran, but can I come back sooner?"

   No one answered him.

   "It's okay, but I'll never bully you again, and I won't let others bully you."

   He buried his face in his clothes.

   "In the end... when are you coming back..."

   His clothes were wet, smudged his breath.

  Rong Yiqing had a dream about Wen Xien.

   In the dream, Wen Xien was wearing her favorite white clothes. She likes to be clean, but now her thin body is stained with a lot of blood.

   She was smiling, her pale lips pursed up slightly, Wen Xien rarely smiled, but she was never stingy towards Rong Yiqing.

  The fire tongue licked and kissed the corner of her clothes, turning out the fine waves, her eyebrows and eyes were bathed in the flickering firelight, and looked so distant.

   She slowly turned into a handful of ash that could be held in one hand.

   But the ash is too fine, so even if you hold the ash it will gradually leak down.

   is like an hourglass. It is an hourglass that cannot be reversed.

  Rong Yiqing couldn't catch her and watched her become a part of the world.

   "Xiao Jiu, don't cry for me, don't be sad... I'm here, always..."

   She seemed to say so.

   But it doesn't seem to say so.

fraud……

  If you're here...don't come to me.

  The man was wearing a cyan uniform with silver threads and black hair draped behind him. His face was pale and handsome, but there was a hint of indescribable fragile beauty.

   He has watched the plum tree grow taller recently, and it takes time to take care of it, but he has always done it himself.

   There are several wounds on the exposed wrist, which are not deep or shallow, and have begun to scar.

   "Let's make an agreement that when the plum blossoms bloom, you will come back to see me. Okay?"

   The breeze rolled up the delicate and tender buds.

   It is already winter.

   But Wen Xien never came back once.

  Rong Yiqing went to the palace of the kings. In the past, there were four lively palaces, and the palaces of the kings were not as luxurious as the palace. Now they are a bit bleak, and there are only one or two palace servants left.

   He stepped into Wen Xien's bedroom, which was a place he had never dared to face, because all the nightmares started from here.

   This bedroom was spotlessly clean. Although Rong Yiqing often came to these palaces, he had not really observed this bedroom seriously.

   Looking carefully now, I found that the bedroom inside is very different from the outside, and the simple ones are a bit plain.

   In Rong Yiqing's eyes, Wen Xi'en was a person who grew up holding it, wearing it, using it, and whatever it was, it was the best and most expensive.

   His fingertips landed on the most prominently placed ceramic.

  This workmanship is delicate and even a little rough, in the shape of a blessed doll, smiling innocently.

   This was bought by Rong Yiqing when he went out of the palace occasionally at the stall. It was a long time ago, and he forgot why he left the palace.

   The ceramics of this lucky doll are particularly out of place in this bedroom.

   When he thinks about it now, he realizes that Wen Xien gave him valuable things, and he seldom gave them, even if they did, they gave some inconspicuous things.

   "What are you doing..."

   A hoarse voice came from behind.

  Rong Yiqing knew who it was, but he just touched the porcelain doll with love and pity.

  The neglected person didn't care, he spoke lightly, and his dark eyes looked at him so coldly.

   "You are not welcome here, please leave."

  Rong Yiqing glanced at him, his eyes full of indescribable colors, "I wanted to come and see her, she said she missed me."

   His voice was as hard as a rock, but when he said "she", it was unbelievably gentle.

Yang Sheng couldn't calm down anymore, he smiled, but there seemed to be tears in his eyes, "How could the master want to see you, do you know, do you think it's so easy for me to get the jade seal? What did the master do to get the seal? Let you do such a ruthless hand! Do you think you still have today without a master? Do you still have the scenery you have today?!"

   "Everything you get now is just the master's acquiescence."

  Rong Yiqing's hand hanging by his side slowly clenched, his eyebrows and eyes darkened, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

   Yang Sheng closed his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, "Your Majesty... isn't that what you want?"

   His eyelashes fluttered slightly, "You've got everything you want, what else are you dissatisfied with?"

  The master is dead, he has been dead for a year, but Yang Sheng refuses to leave, he doesn't know where he should go, he has nowhere to go.

   At least in this place, it will make Yang Sheng feel at ease, and there is still something to worry about.

  Yang Sheng opened his eyes with hatred in his eyes: "She is so kind to you and loves you so much, but you have abandoned her sincerity like a bully. Now that she is dead, let her trample and trample on your sincerity."

   (end of this chapter)

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