Chapter 130: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (51)

Fake……

It must be all fake.

Wen Xien is not a celestial immortal, she is obviously a life-seeking ghost!

He was just confused by Wen Xien's hypocritical appearance. He thought his heart, which was already full of holes, would no longer hurt, but it was just now.

It hurts ridiculously?

How ridiculous.

A pale and gloomy face, a fishy red light flashed across his dark eyes, and a bleak lips curled up a sickly and weird smile.

It's about to end, and then Wen Xien will reveal her true face, revealing her thoughts that have begun to rot inside, and tear her mask apart from then on.

At that time, he will definitely slowly get back everything from his previous life.

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Wen Xien looked at the carriage that was leaving, and was distracted until his shoulder was gently patted.

The little eunuch who appeared beside Wen Xien was lowering his head and touching the snow on her shoulder.

Feeling Wen Xien's vision, the little eunuch handed her the hot hand stove in her hand.

The little eunuch's face was red from cold, and he said seriously, "Master, your face is red from cold, so you'd better go back soon."

Wen Xien smiled and took the hand stove. The oil-paper umbrella in his hand was immediately caught by the eunuch.

The little eunuch respectfully held the umbrella, preventing Wen Xien from getting any stains of snow.

He stood beside Wen Xien and blocked the cold wind for Wen Xien. His dark blue eunuch uniform was rustling by the wind.

The cold and unconscious hands were much better. The breath she heard was full of white mist, "Sheng'er, what's your original surname?"

The little eunuch suddenly became nervous, and he stumbled, "Slave...Slave's surname is Yang."

"Yang Sheng?"

The cold voice spits out these two words, bringing a different meaning.

Yang Sheng swallowed his saliva and his voice was soft, "Yes, slave Yang Sheng."

"Good name." Wen Xien turned his head and looked at him, with a faint smile on his lips, not very obvious.

Yang Sheng couldn't help but look directly at Wen Xien's face. As the Ninth Prince said, he really had no rules at all. Since he dared to stare at the Fourth Prince so presumptuously.

But when Wen Xien really met his sight, Yang Sheng immediately lowered his eyelashes and his long eyelashes trembled uneasily.

Wen Xien came to the study, and Yu Guang accidentally saw the tea on the table, and the white rice paper was casually sorted out.

Seeing this, Yang Sheng went to clean up. Wen Xien stopped his movements when he saw his cold red and slightly swollen fingers.

The little eunuch looked at Wen Xien in confusion. He just hoped to do more for his master, but he was afraid that his master would leave him behind.

Yang Sheng really never wants to go back to the days when he was always bullied by others when he was not full or warm in food.

Just as he stood there with a helpless face, Wen Xien took out a small porcelain white bottle from the side.

In the confused and suspicious eyes of the eunuch, Wen Xien handed him the porcelain bottle.

Yang Sheng didn't dare to take it because this medicine looked very precious, so how could he dare to touch such a thing with a humble status?

"Slave...Slave." Yang Sheng couldn't say a complete sentence, and his white little face turned pale.

His lips were trembling, "Master..."

"Hold it." Wen Xien said lightly.

He took it with his trembling hands, and Yang Sheng knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Thank you, Master, the master is so kind to the slave. I don't know what to do."

Yang Sheng's voice became weaker and weaker when he spoke. He wiped the corners of his eyes and felt a sense of pain.

He used to be a noble young man who was self-reliant, but he became a eunuch who could be deceived overnight.

I thought his life would be so decayed and wasted, but I didn't expect...

Someone pulled his arm and helped him up. Yang Sheng lowered his head even harder, and tears slid down his thin chin, drop by drop, and could not stop it.

Yang Sheng's soft almond eyes were filled with hazy mist. He shook his head and sobbed, "Master... the slave is not afraid of anything, just because he is afraid that the master will think that the slave is annoyed and that it is useless."

Wen Xien sighed, and his proud eyebrows softened. The tenderness could almost drown people inside.

"Since you follow me, as long as you don't do anything wrong, I will naturally not leave you."

Yang Sheng burst into tears and smiled. There was some pink on his white face, and his eyelashes drooped slightly, covering the emotions in his eyes. No one saw his malice in his eyes. It formed an extreme contrast with his expression, which was terrifying.

How could a man trapped in a dark swamp crawl out cleanly alone?

Wen Xien was about to ask the palace servant to come in to clean the study, but found that the delicate vase on the desk had moved a little.

Her face darkened, and she moved the vase to the side, and a secret little dark square appeared.

I opened the sandalwood box and found that the things inside were still there.

But when he realized why the vase was shifted, Rong Yiqing's face suddenly flashed through his mind.

Wen Xien:...

[Wen Xien cried and said: It's over, I feel that my death is coming soon.]

[The system kindly said: It's still early for a silly child. People may first peel off a layer of skin and dismember you in the five horses, and then throw your limbs into the wolf dog kennel. There is no one left to leave. Oh, what a poor child.]

[Wen Xien:...Don't think I didn't hear you laughing.]

Yang Sheng saw Wen Xien's lips pursing tighter and tighter, his light lips turned white, and his light and gloomy expression was extremely solemn.

The tiger talisman in her hand was tightly pinched by her, and her knuckles turned white.

"master……"

This soft call woke Wen Xien up. She took a step back, her thin body shaking a little.

Fortunately, Yang Sheng was quick to move, so he supported Wen Xien.

The soft touch in his arms and incense burned in the study. The gorgeous and luxurious fragrance in the person in his arms became more and more intense, mixed with the cold fragrance she had come out of his bones. He was confused for an instant, and he couldn't tell what it was today.

But before he could have time to reminisce, the touch and fragrance in his arms disappeared.

Wen Xien said softly: "No."

Her voice was very small, as if the wind could dissipate as soon as it was blown, as if she was telling it to herself.

Yang Sheng stood by and watched, tilting his head slightly, his expression unexplained.

He put his fingertips on his nose and sniffed, and a smile appeared on his fair face.

Why does the master look very painful?

It turns out that masters who have always been in high-end places will also have troubles.

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When the snow stopped, the plum blossoms bloomed even more beautifully. In the white snow, it was particularly conspicuous, just like a scene of brilliant ink on snow-white paper, and the plum blossoms in the royal palace were particularly beautiful.

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