Chapter 107: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (27)

He suddenly thought of the first time he looked at the boy, and turned his head inexplicably and looked at the boy beside him.

The bright and dim light crossed the boy's body. On her mask, if she was on her lightly pursed lips, her lips were very beautiful and had a light color.

Rong Bo thought that if it was deeper, it would be more gorgeous.

At this moment, those eyes that were quenching the starlight reflected the shining prosperity around them.

Rong Bo couldn't wait to take off the annoying mask on the boy's face, and to see more clearly the brilliance of the stars in his eyes.

When the boy turned around and left, Rong Bo, who was in doubt, followed him, trying to find out which aristocratic family he was.

Rong Bo admired this young man very much. He was sure that the young man's talent and erudition were not comparable to ordinary people. If he could take him for himself, he would definitely do something great.

But in the crowded official road, Rong Bo was separated for a while and he rarely felt anxious in his heart.

He knew that this feeling was because he was afraid that the young man's talent would be peeked and discovered by outsiders in the future and others would be the first to be able to be said.

The boy in front seemed to have been hit by someone, and the fox mask fell to the ground, half of which had not been tied with crow-colored ink hair, which made a beautiful curve.

From Rong Bo's perspective, you can only see a touch of whiteness in the crow's hair, and you can't see the others.

Rong Bo knew one of the characteristics of this person, the young man was very white.

Several men holding children passed by in front of calm Bo. He looked again and saw that the figure of the boy had disappeared.

His eyes were as deep as a pool, and it took him a long time to reach the place where the boy had just disappeared.

He bent down and picked up the fox-shaped mask abandoned on the ground, wiped the dust on it, rubbed the lines on it, and rubbed the lines on it, Rong Bo's black eyes gradually deepened.

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Wen Xien looked for most of the official road, and finally found the prince by the lotus pond.

The prince was stunned when he saw her expression and almost cried: "Fourth brother--"

His tall body rushed over, and Wen Xien took a lot of effort to catch him.

But when I felt the wetness of one hand, Wen Xien's expression changed, "What's going on? My clothes are so wet, so why don't you go back to the palace? Why are you standing here stupidly?"

The prince just hugged her and said nothing. Although his body was wet, his body temperature was extremely hot. Even through the fabric, Wen Xien could feel it.

Wen Xien realized something was wrong and immediately brought the prince back to the palace and sent someone to call the imperial physician.

When the imperial physician rushed over, the prince's face was already burning red, and the breath he exhaled was burning.

The imperial physician gave the prince a few injections and then gave some medicine before leaving.

Wen Xien ordered the palace maids to cook medicine, and then asked the palace maids who were guarding the bedroom to guard outside the door.

Wen Xien stood by the bed and sighed: "I'm already stupid enough, what if I get even more stupid in my fever."

The prince looked at the boy in front of him in a daze, not knowing whether it was uncomfortable or something, tears flowed in his red eyes, and he slammed on the soft pillow, and he said in a singular voice: "It's all your fault...if you don't run around..."

How could he slip and fall into the pool in a hurry? When the suffocating feeling came to his face, Rong Yan was stunned. He spent all his efforts to crawl out of the pool.

Standing on the river bank with the cold wind blowing, Rong Yan had more urgent hope that the white figure that had been dependent in his heart would immediately appear in front of him.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!