Chapter 129: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (50)

[Wen Xien: He smiled so weirdly, and I felt my neck was cold.]

[The system sneered: Sooner or later, will you be cold?]

[Wen Xien cursed: Dogs can't spit out ivory.]

[System:...you'll try spitting out one?]

[Wen Xien: Get out of here, do the dog!]

[System:...Neurotic.]

Wen Xien looked at the table calmly and asked in confusion: "What's wrong, I'm laughing so happily?"

"Nothing." Rong Yiqing habitually grabbed Wen Xien's hand, smiling without any gloom, his eyes were curved, and he looked harmless like a kitten, "Fourth brother, what do you think the prince? Do you think the prince is a wise ruler?"

In this way, it shouldn't be said from the ninth prince who has always been cowardly and incompetent. If he doesn't make any big mistakes, it's okay to be a casual prince who is in name only.

Wen Xien heard Rong Yiqing's strange tone, and didn't know what he wanted to point.

"What you said is that the prince was personally granted by the father and the throne was also inherited by the father. The prince should be the emperor."

Wen Xien's expression became serious after speaking, and even his arrogant eyebrows and eyes drooped.

Rong Yiqing could feel that Wen Xien attached great importance to the prince and...respected him.

Yes, admiration.

Because the crown prince is the emperor, as a minister, of course he should respect and surrender.

What if he becomes the emperor, what if he sits in that supreme position?

What will happen to the fourth brother?

Will you admire or despise?

Rong Yiqing understood that it would definitely be the second type, but it did not hinder his imagination.

Rong Yiqing slowly approached Wen Xien's face, the light in his eyes was dim and his tone became low, "Fourth brother, the prince is of course the emperor. I asked the fourth brother, the prince is not suitable to be a wise king."

"meeting!"

Wen Xien answered without hesitation. She stood there quietly, her back straight and unwilling to bend, like a bamboo joint pressing against snow. The pupils that seemed to be as dark as there was no trace of impurities, the figure of the person in front of her was coldly reflected in her eyes.

"Rong Yiqing."

Wen Xien spoke, she spoke slowly, with no expression on her face, but there was a sense of coldness inexplicably, "As long as I am here, the prince will be a wise ruler, and even if it is not me, he will become a yes."

Rong Yiqing looked at her blankly, and it took a while before she came to her senses.

It's been several years since he heard Wen Xien call his name.

The person in front of him was just calling Xiaojiu gently and coldly every day. After Wen Xien shouted, he suddenly thought about how talented and famous the fourth prince in his previous life was.

My heart seemed to be beating faster and faster. Rong Yiqing smiled slowly, and there was a passionate excitement and madness hidden deep in her eyes.

Such a fourth brother is even more touching.

Rong Yiqing looked at Wen Xien with a cold expression, and his eyes gradually became hot, and the heat became more and more intense until it turned into a surging arc with the corners of his lips cracked.

"No one wants to rob it." Wen Xien met the man's eyelashes, his pale lips tightly pursed, revealing his slight coldness.

Then Rong Yiqing became more and more excited in the other party's quiet expression.

"Fourth brother..."

Rong Yiqing ignored everything and just stared at Wen Xien, "You still have to be careful about everything."

Wen Xien was so guilty that he was so guilty that he was in his hands. Although the system was in hand, the look that the protagonist wanted to bite her to death was still very scary.

She is just a weak woman with a beautiful appearance and knows nothing.

Rong Yiqing spoke very gently, but just looking at Wen Xien's eyes, it made Wen Xien feel more and more uncomfortable.

I feel a chill behind my back.

Rong Yiqing stood up and said goodbye. The moment he passed by, his heart was so scared that he was frightened by his chuckle.

"Second brother won't send me a gift?"

Rong Yiqing tilted his head, looked at Wen Xien's thin back, and asked coquettishly, "The snow outside is so heavy. Fourth brother, I know, I am most afraid of the cold."

Wen Xien, who was facing away from him, lowered his head slightly, and Rong Yiqing pulled her sleeve coquettishly with his usual tricks.

The ending sound is lengthened, as if it is so sweet that it can take out silk, "Fourth Brother..."

[Wen Xien's goosebumps all over the floor: Give it a help.]

[The system said one word inhumanely: Get out.]

Wen Xien turned around, and he looked at Rong Yiqing's eyes with a gentle lake hidden under his eyes, smiling slightly.

She held Rong Yiqing's cold hand. When it came to winter, Rong Yiqing's hand became cold like an ice cube. Every time the winter solstice, Wen Xien would send a lot of charcoal and hand stoves. His invitation to the hall was as warm as the summer solstice.

But his hands were still cold, as if they could not be heated, but Wen Xien would always use her warm hands to rub his cold hands with her, or put them beside her mouth to heat up.

This made his cold hands feel warm.

As soon as Wen Xien touched his cold hands, his delicate eyebrows frowned suddenly, "Why are your hands still so cold? If you come out, add more clothes."

Feeling the soft and warm hands wrapped around his cold skin, the temperature seemed to soak into his bones through the skin.

A little...scarred.

Rong Yiqing's little finger shrank slightly, and the faint smile at the corner of his mouth became deeper, but his eyes were stretched out without a smile at all.

"I'll be wrapped in a ball when I'm wearing it, and I can't walk even when I go." Rong Yiqing blinked aggrievedly, looking at the beautiful and charming face.

Wen Xien raised his hand and rubbed Rong Yiqing's face, with a smile on his eyebrows and eyes, "It's better not to walk, so that he won't run around."

In the vast snow, Wen Xien personally held an umbrella for Rong Yiqing and sent him to the carriage. On the way, Rong Yiqing did not even have snow stains on the corner of her clothes.

His eyes fell on Wen Xien's shoulder, where there was still a thin layer of snow, which had melted some of the water, dyeing her white cloak wet.

Rong Yiqing closed his eyebrows, got on the carriage, lifted up the curtain of the carriage, and saw Wen Xien standing in the snow, straight and proud like pine and cypress.

Her body was white, and even the exposed skin was sickly white, as if it was melted into one with snow.

Seeing Rong Yiqing staring at her blankly, Wen Xien waved his hand, and a strand of ink hair was blown up by the biting cold wind and floated in front of her.

At this moment, Rong Yiqing felt as if the celestial being had fallen into the mortal world, and he was about to fly away in the wind in the snow and disappear from now on.

Rong Yiqing was laughed at by his absurd thoughts. He put down the curtain, his expression suddenly changed, and the ink in his eyes turned dark.

He touched his cheeks with his fingertips, and the cold touch made him shiver coldly.

But the man kept holding his hands in his arms and warmed up.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!