Chapter 122: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (43)

After Rong Yan was distracted for a while, Wen Xien finally rescued Rong Yiqing.

The prince looked at the bleeding wound and his eyes slowly turned red. He looked up.

What he saw was the indifference and anger that stung people on the boy's face, and his heart cooled down.

When the fourth brother looked at Rong Yiqing, his eyes were so gentle and pity, and when he looked at him, he was indifferent and mean.

This shouldn't be the case.

It's obviously his...

???Wen Xien's joys, anger, sorrows, and happiness are all his, and they should be his.

But Wen Xien cried for others. Does she care about Rong Yiqing so much?

Have you ever cared about being able to cruelly hold the sword toward him?

Thinking of this, Rong Yan's heart seemed to be stabbed by a needle.

The fourth brother is no longer his own.

The fourth brother will get married and have children, and will have many close friends and friends.

Fourth brother...

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??Rong Bo looked at the scene coldly. The plan had been successful. He knew the truth and felt full of ridicule when he looked at the scene.

The young man in red and ink hair was thin and thin. Rong Bo had never seen Wen Xien cry. No matter how old he was, he had never seen Wen Xien as embarrassed as he was.

To be clearer, he had never seen Wen Xien care about someone so much, and even gave him a feeling that Wen Xien's feelings for Rong Yiqing were even more than the prince.

But my fourth brother didn't know that the person she was full of heart had only the desire to kill her.

He felt a little sympathetic to his fourth brother because it was just a conspiracy, and all of this was like a flower in the mirror and could be broken at any time.

Maybe even Rong Bo himself didn't notice that his self-righteous sympathy was just a cover-up of his unbearable thoughts.

He was hypnotizing himself, and there was no essential difference between him and the prince.

To talk about the external difference, it is just that he can be more tolerant, more patient, and more...crazy than the prince.

Wen Xien took Rong Yiqing to Changle Palace and took care of him personally. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured and he would only take a few days of cultivation.

...

"The fourth prince asked the ninth prince to live in Changle Hall today. The ninth prince said he was not used to it, so the fourth prince specially built a bedroom that was exactly the same as the Qingfeng Hall."

After the eunuch truthfully explained, he received instructions and then stepped down.

Before the first case, the man held a pen in his hand and was writing on the table.

He was wearing a black four-clawed python robe, and under the black belt around his waist, he was hung with an excellent white jade of mutton fat.

With the last stroke of the hiding tail, the man finally looked up, and the cold and hard face that was as cold as the cold moon but could not hide his grace was finally exposed in front of him.

The eyes flew into his temples, his eyes were like cold stars, and his tight pursed lips were pressed down for a long time and his tall figure, which made people feel the momentum of being unhurried and powerful.

After taking the silk cloth handed over from me, he cleaned his hands and heard a cold voice, "Ask Rong Yiqing to act according to the plan and not to make useless every day."

The guard who had been quietly bowing his head next to him hesitated for a moment and said with a tough forehead, "The Ninth Prince said he has a proper position."

Rong Bo sneered, his expression calm, and his thin mouth bent a sarcastic curve.

Under the illumination of the candlelight, the emotions in his eyes were clearly extinguished, and it was hard to see them clearly.

"He thought that if he pleased his fourth brother, he would be able to make a fortune?"

The guard said boldly, "The second prince, my subordinates think that the ninth prince is not trustworthy."

The expression in his eyes was clearly extinguished. Rong Bo threw the words he had just written into the incense burner next to him. He watched the snow-white rice paper ignited by the sparks bit by bit and turned into ashes in the flames, and then turned around and left the study.

The guard glanced at the corner of the snow-white rice paper that had not yet burned out.

There was a word left there, and the guards didn't see it very clearly, so they could only vaguely see a word Ran.

There is only one person with the word Ran, that is the Fourth Prince.

Rong Ran.

The guard couldn't understand why the second prince was so afraid of the fourth prince, why did he write the name of the fourth prince for such a long time?

Is it because of the deep hatred?

...

Rong Yiqing looked at the plum blossoms in the snow outside. His face was pale and he was covered with a thick white cloak. This cloak was made of white fox fur, and the patterns on the corners of the clothes were embroidered with silver threads. It was given to the fourth prince by the emperor himself, and even the concubines in the harem did not treat this way.

Wen Xien had just finished his morning court, and as soon as he entered the palace, he saw Rong Yiqing, who was pale-faced, standing under the plum tree. Tiny snowflakes fell on his head, dyeing his eyebrows and eyes white.

The boy took the oil-paper umbrella from the eunuch's hand and walked over quickly.

Blocking the snowflakes outside, the boy wiped away the snow water from Rong Yiqing's eyebrows and eyes pity, and his tone was a little heavy, "Xiao Jiu, your injury has just healed, and you are standing in the snow again. What if you suffer from cold?"

Rong Yiqing lowered his head timidly and said in detail, "I want to see the plum blossoms."

Wen Xien's heart suddenly became soft when he saw Rong Yiqing's silence. She softened her tone, "Then I'll let someone break it down and put it in your bedroom. Don't run out randomly. Your body is not good at all, and the fourth brother will worry."

Rong Yiqing raised his eyes slightly, his lips were white with cold. When the harsh cold wind blew, he subconsciously shrank his shoulders. He seemed a little nervous and uneasy, "It's different."

Rong Yiqing's face turned a little pale. He lowered his head and looked fragile. "If you fold it down, you will no longer see the plum blossom scenery. The moment when the plum blossoms bloom in the snow is the most beautiful."

"So what, as long as it makes you sick, chopping it up is not enough."

Wen Xien was not easy to scold Rong Yiqing, so he had to blame all his sins on this plum tree.

Rong Yiqing bit his lower lip and asked Wen Xien: "Fourth brother, let's not fold it, okay?" After saying that, he smiled slightly at the boy, his eyes as if there were stars.

The boy's eyes dodged slightly, and his eyes were taken back as if they were burned, "Then... I'll listen to you."

Rong Yiqing looked at the tip of the boy's ears with conditioned reflex. Sure enough, the exposed snow-white ears were dyed red, which was particularly conspicuous.

But the person involved didn't know it yet, and his expression was very serious.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince...Your Highness the Crown Prince, you can't come in..."

The panicked voices of the palace people interrupted the warm and beautiful scene.

Rong Yiqing's already pale face suddenly disappeared. He hid behind the boy in horror, holding the boy's arm dependently and nervously.

The soft touch on his hands made Rong Yiqing stunned. He found that he could easily wrap the young man's slender arm with one hand, as if he could easily break it with a slight force.

He withdrew his mind, his body began to tremble slightly, and his soft voice was full of tension and fear, "Fourth Brother..."

(End of this chapter)
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