Chapter 125: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (46)

Rong Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he felt a little unbelievable. Then he smiled slowly. The laughter was cheerful, with a little intent on his face. Coupled with his red eyes, he looked like a fool.

The low laughter sounded a little annoyed when Wen Xien raised his arm to cover the prince's mouth, "Don't laugh, you're like a fool."

The prince held Wen Xien's hand, and the tip of his nose was filled with a cold fragrance, "I knew that I was the most important thing in my fourth brother's heart."

The prince didn't care about the other party's awkward struggle, but he only grabbed the other party's somewhat stiff hand and pressed it against his chest.

Like when I was a child, rubbed the other person's neck with a furry head intimately.

The prince has grown up fast in recent years, and has been one head taller than Wen Xien. Now it seems that Wen Xien is hiking into his arms.

"Fourth brother... don't move." The prince called sweetly and dependently.

In this cold snowy winter, the breath that the prince exhaled was particularly hot.

Wen Xien frowned and looked at him with a blank expression.

Wen Xien:...

"Get out!" She was quite angry and embarrassed.

This word almost jumped out of his mouth with gritted teeth, enough to show Wen Xien's anger.

"Fourth brother..."

The prince called out in fear and frightened, as if he didn't understand why Wen Xien suddenly changed his face.

Wen Xien blushed by the prince's stupid look, and glared at him with anger, "I'm not allowed to do this in the future, have you heard it?"

A hint of redness appeared on the snow-white and arrogant face, and the colorfulness was about to be beautiful and beautiful.

He and Wen Xien are together day and night, but they are still fascinated by Wen Xien's lust.

Rong Yan waved his hand in a panic, looking helpless and anxious, especially afraid of being disliked by Wen Xien.

"Fourth brother, I...I, don't be angry with me..."

Wen Xien was so angry that he wanted to scold people by his innocent eyes, but because of his excellent education, he couldn't scold anything bad.

Finally, he said, "Ignorance!"

Wen Xien turned his head angrily and refused to look at him, but unexpectedly revealed his red earlobes, the snow-white area seemed to be stained with blood, and the red one was full of breath.

The prince hurriedly bent down his head and rubbed Wen Xien's tender neck, like a pleasing dog, but his words were earth-shaking.

He said curiously: "Fourth brother, are you embarrassed?"

Wen Xien: "...want you to take care of it?"

The prince was unyielding: "Don't be embarrassed, we are all the same."

Wen Xien:...I can't be such a fool! I'm a woman! Female!

It's irritating!

Wen Xien shook his hand away, pressed the prince's inexplicable pity, his face was very terrifying, and his heart was ruthless, "Get out of here!"

The prince wanted to say that Wen Xien could no longer listen and turned around and left without stopping.

"Fourth brother--"

"Fourth brother--"

No matter how miserable the prince tried to keep him, Wen Xien refused to look back at him. Instead, he called out, and Wen Xien's steps were faster.

"Fourth brother--" The prince called indifferently, staring at the thin and thin back of the boy.

He wanted to chase after him, but he was so anxious that he was about to cry. He looked at him with great sadness and resentment. His eyes gradually became fierce, but later it slowly turned into grievance and confusion.

Why, is it him bad?

Was it because he was stupid and did something wrong that made his fourth brother unhappy?

He just...he just likes fourth brother too much...

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A few days later, there were rumors everywhere in the palace, saying that the emperor was sick and it was no longer possible.

He had never even attended the morning court, and the prince had always been in charge of the affairs of the court.

Wen Xien knew that the emperor was almost out of reach. The sudden illness came, not a small disease that had accumulated in the past few years.

Last time I heard about Wen Xien's assassination, I vomited blood in anger, which scared those people.

Although the emperor is still alive, his power has been relieved, half of it in the hands of Prince Rongyan, half in the hands of Wen Xien and the second prince Rong Bo, and several princes are eyeing him.

The princes who wanted to take office were all anxious because as long as the emperor died, they would not have any real power in their hands, and they might not end up in the end. They all wanted to pull the prince off the stage and used all kinds of vicious tricks.

As the saying goes, it is easy to avoid hidden arrows, but the prince has been hit by many hidden arrows in these few days, but even if he breaks his face and turns into this, he will be called intimate again in the daytime.

But now this is still in secret, and the good show that the emperor will really be staged when he dies.

The days were spent in the dark tide outside. One day, night was approaching, and a little eunuch suddenly broke in.

The little eunuch knelt down without saying a word, and said with a nervous crying voice, "Fourth Prince, the emperor announces you to come."

Not long after Wen Xien was lying on the bed, he knew something was wrong when he looked so panicked.

She casually put on a big cloak and rushed to the Palace of Yangxin.

The candlelight in the Yangxin Palace was bright, and it used to be full of palace servants, but now it is very cold.

As soon as Wen Xien entered, the little eunuch closed the door. She heard the emperor's heart-wrenching cough, and seemed to be so exhausted that she was almost breathless.

Wen Xien lifted the layers of veils and saw the emperor's face turned blue and his lips turned white.

This feeling is like a person who has always been omnipotent in his heart suddenly fell down, and only then did he realize that no one is omnipotent.

"Ranran, come here and let your father see." The hoarse voice was not nice, but it made her cry almost immediately after entering the boy's ears.

The boy walked over quickly, knelt on the edge of the dragon, and grabbed the emperor's cold palm without any trace of warmth.

There was also this faint smell of medicine in the bedroom, which could not even be covered by incense.

"Father..."

Among such princes, the emperor is most reluctant to let go of the fourth prince. This child was raised by him. He has not let the child suffer a little bit of pain. He does not want to wait for his death. The fourth prince will be the fourth prince.

How could the emperor not see the boy's reluctance and sadness? He held the boy's hand and said some tedious things in life. At this time, he was no longer the emperor and an ordinary father.

Speaking of later, the emperor could feel that he had not had much time left. He coughed violently, his face began to turn purple, and he couldn't even speak. He could only squint his eyes in pain and looked at the panicked boy.
Chapter completed!