How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 134 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (56)

   But at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind.

  The prince heard the movement, as if he was awakened by something. Seeing that Rong Yiqing, who was about to die, let go of his hand, and crawled to the side of Wen Xien's bed.

   Although Wen Xien opened his eyes, he didn't seem to be awake yet. Rong Yan couldn't help reaching out and quietly grabbed Wen Xien's hand, and repeatedly called the other party's name, "Ran Ran, Ran Ran..."

  Prince's voice was so gentle that it seemed to drip water.

  Wen Xien seemed to hear Rong Yan's voice, but she didn't seem to hear it. She opened her eyes blankly for a while before turning to look at Rong Yan who had been calling him.

  Rong Yan was overjoyed when he saw her look over, but before he could say anything else, Wen Xien grabbed his hand with a backhand, and the other hand even pulled him onto the bed.

The sudden development made both Rong Yan and Rong Yiqing stunned in place, and then Rong Yiqing's pupils shrank slightly, obviously the prince had let go, but he felt that the feeling of suffocation remained, making him a little breathless. Come.

   She seemed to be drunk and confused, but she still remembered that the last time she saw it was Rong Yiqing.

   Wen Xien blinked and smiled silly at the prince.

   This smile made the prince unable to look away, and he straightened up slightly.

   Under the unbelievable gazes of the prince and Rong Yiqing, Wen Xien held the prince's face and kissed.

Rong Yan felt the soft touch, the tip of his nose was still a faint cold fragrance, mixed with a strong smell of wine, just by smelling this smell, Rong Yan felt as if he was also drunk, drunk in Wen Xien's smile, in the breath.

  Rong Yiqing's pupils shrank violently, his thin white lips trembled twice, and his already pale complexion turned even paler.

   His eyes were red, as if he could not accept the fact in front of him, he took a few steps back in shock.

There was just a vase behind   , and when Rong Yiqing touched it like this, it fell down.

With a    bang, the debris splashed around.

   He stabbed the palm of his other hand so hard that his nails pierced the palm of his hand. When he let go, there were several deep moon-shaped marks on his red palm.

   And at this moment, Rong Yan was not distracted to pay attention to Rong Yiqing next to him.

  The prince's heart was all on Wen Xien's body, and his face was stained with a morbid blush, and he couldn't resist such Wen Xien at all.

He was sucked all attention by Wen Xien. Wen Xien who drank seemed to be much warmer than before, no longer cold, and her eyes seemed to be lit by thousands of lights, filled with stars, Rong Yan He felt that there was no word in the world that could accurately describe Wen Xien's eyes, but he was so fascinated by it that he could only actively cling to each other.

  Wen Xien seemed to be frightened by the loud noise. She turned her head slowly, looked towards Rong Yiqing, and frowned suspiciously.

   She thought that person was familiar, but there was a layer of fog in front of her, so she couldn't see the person's face at all.

   Just when she opened her eyes wide to see clearly, her face was rudely turned by another person.

   "Ran Ran... my good Ranran, don't look over there... don't."

   A low, hoarse voice kept echoing in her ears…

  The prince's forehead was oozing with fine sweat. I don't know if the temperature inside was too high, or what was the reason.

  Rong Yiqing felt that his whole body was cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He was most afraid of the cold, and his whole body was shivering.

   There will be a day when the wonderful dream will be broken, Rong Yiqing only knows now.

  Things that don’t belong to you, no matter how hard you try to please them, you can’t get them.

   So why do you want to please, just grab it directly? Why make yourself so embarrassed?

   What if you can't grab it?

He turned around abruptly, unwilling to watch the piercing scene again, his delicate chin lifted slightly, and Rong Yiqing regained his indifferent expression. How restless.

He touched the hot tiger talisman hidden in his sleeve, and the corners of Rong Yiqing's mouth rose. He was obviously smiling recently, but there was no smile on his delicate face, and he was acting strangely mechanically. action.

  If you can't grab it...

   Then destroy it... No one can imagine it.

   But the moment he pushed the door out, he paused uncontrollably for a second, but that was the second, and then left without hesitation, and even closed the door thoughtfully when he left.

   Just as he closed the door, someone in the bedroom called out a person's name.

   "Little Nine..."

   That voice contained too much emotion, with a gentle meaning, which made people want to get tired of her voice.

   It snowed heavily outside, and the snowflakes fell on the stone table and into the wine glass. The hot wine just now had formed a thin piece of ice on the surface.

   But the thick and sweet aroma of wine could not be swayed repeatedly.

  Yang Sheng, who was standing outside the door, heard a low roar from the bedroom, followed by the sound of things crackling.

   That thick bottom pressure and anger can be felt through the door.

   Yang Sheng's heart tightened and he wanted to rush in, but he was just one step away when he was stopped by the prince's guard.

   He was just an ordinary, skinny eunuch, how could he be the opponent of a guard with high martial arts skills.

   Hearing the growing movement inside, Yang Sheng stood anxiously, water swirling in his eyes.

  Prince...what will he do to the master?

   It was not until the sky began to darken that the door of the palace of the kings was opened.

   Yang Sheng, who had been staring at the door all the time, his eyes lit up, and he saw that the prince's face was gloomy and he left in a hurry, completely lacking the brightness and joy when he first arrived.

   When the prince was passing by, Yang Sheng smelled the... odor that the prince only had.

   Yang Sheng's heart trembled, and he didn't dare to step into the bedroom until the prince's people had left.

   closed the door and blocked the cold wind from outside.

   Stepping into the soft and expensive carpet, the whole bedroom is filled with thick incense, the inside is very warm, and it forms a sharp contrast with the outside.

   Yang Sheng breathed a sigh of fog, walked silently to the bedside, lifted the scented veil, and saw the person lying inside.

  Wen Xien was lying on the bed, with his black hair falling down to cover his face, and the exposed skin was as white as a piece of jade.

   (end of this chapter)