Chapter 133: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (54)

The palace servant shivered coldly.

The fingers suddenly closed and felt the sticky touch in his palms. Rong Yiqing's face showed a fierce smile.

“Burning.”

The palace maid widened his eyes in shock and said hesitantly, "This... this is the fourth prince..."

"Burning, it's already!" Rong Yiqing's tone was particularly slow.

How dare the palace servants burn it? If the fourth prince finds out, they will be beheaded.

Bang-!!

The precious celadon was thrown on the wall vigorously, fragments splattered everywhere, and Rong Yiqing, whose blue veins were rising from his forehead, seemed to be transformed into Shura who had crawled out of hell, with red eyes covered in blood, and suddenly shouted out the name that made him lose control.

"Fourth Prince, Fourth Prince!"

"There is a fourth prince next to his mouth every day!"

"Are Rong Ran your master or I your master? Didn't you hear me if I let you burn it?"

The palace maid knelt down with a loud bang, his forehead hitting the ground, and was so panicked that he didn't know what to do. "Ninth Prince, this was sent by the Fourth Prince. Didn't you like it very much before?"

If you like it, you will not touch anyone, even if you wipe it, Rong Yiqing will use his own hands. Now you will be burned if you say it. If Rong Yiqing calms down and regrets that the disaster is still the palace servant.

Rong Yiqing laughed softly, his laughter getting louder and louder, his eyes were crazy, "Like it?"

"I want to tear it apart immediately!"

He trembled and unconsciously trembling hands tore off the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, paused his fingertips, and tore them in half.

He stared at the broken painting, his slender eyelashes trembled violently, and he felt a little nervous in his heart. He suddenly moved his gaze away.

He opened his trembling lips and said tremblingly, "It's burned."

The palace maid lowered his head tightly, not daring to say more, "Yes."

...

Tomorrow will be the crown prince's ascension ceremony. The calmer Wen Xien is on the surface, the more panicked he feels inside.

[Wen Xien sighed: My good days are almost over.]

[System: Then you have a better meal recently, but you may not be able to eat it in the future.]

[Wen Xien: Ying…]

Just as Wen Xien was thinking about how many good days he had left, Rong Yiqing finally couldn't help but come.

Rong Yiqing brought two pots of hot wine over. Before Kaifeng was still there, Wen Xien smelled a faint fragrance of wine. The fragrance seemed to float ten miles away, making people drunk when they smelled it.

The snow has stopped. There are stone tables and benches with exquisite patterns under the plum tree. The stone benches are covered with thick mats. Occasionally, a few petals fall on the stone table, adding a bit of artistic conception.

Rong Yiqing, who was wearing green clothes standing under the plum blossom tree, was like a fairy in a painting.

As soon as Wen Xien sat down, Rong Yiqing added a glass of wine to her, and it was still steaming. The sweet smell made Wen Xien sniff it unconsciously.

"Where did this wine come from?" Wen Xien asked with an interest on his face.

Rong Yiqing pursed her lips and smiled, revealing a bit gentle, "This is the peach blossom wine I brewed three years ago. I just dug it out today. Before I could take a sip, I rushed to my fourth brother's side."

Put it on the tip of your nose and sniff it, Wen Xien chuckled, "You still have a conscience."

I felt the mellow liquid slipped over the tip of my tongue, moistened across my throat, slipped into my throat, floated warmly between my abdomen, slowly wandering in my nose, and quietly sneaking into my blood... It is a fine wine, a fine wine that people can't forget.

Wen Xien thought he had a good alcohol tolerance, but alcohol could deceive Wen Xien's self and could not deceive Wen Xien's face.

She just drank a glass of her ears and her ears began to heat up, her eyes were astringent, and her physiological tears came up.

Wen Xien was a little confused. Is her alcohol tolerance so bad?

Wen Xien couldn't see what she was now. The ends of her eyes had long been thin and red, and she had been faintly fainting on her cheeks, as if she was gently patting a layer of delicate rouge with a puff.

She rubbed her eyes, trying to rub the tears away, but her eyes became more and more shiny and misty, with a erotic erotic fragrance.

She was so beautiful that this beauty had weakened her gender. When others saw her, they felt that she had fallen into her ulterior motives. After all, how could she not know the talents and authority she held? How could she not do it on purpose without shyness?

The smell of alcohol quickly smelt the fine sweat beads on Wen Xien's forehead, and his skin became clearer and brighter. He lost the nobleness and properness he had when he first came, and had a hot fireworks that made people feel close to him.

After drinking two glasses of wine, Wen Xien felt more restless and his earlobes rolled hot, and he whispered in confusion, "This wine... is a bit strange."

"It's not that the wine is strange, but that the fourth brother doesn't have enough alcohol."

Rong Yiqing's tone was very calm and had no anger, but the words he said seemed to have vague malicious intentions: "Fourth brother, you can't do it, why did you get drunk before drinking a few cups?"

A slender knive hand suddenly pushed the wine glass in front of him into Wen Xien.

"Fourth brother, come."

Rong Yiqing was like coaxing a child, "Drink it, this is something I have treasured for a long time, and I can't bear to drink it. Fourth brother, don't let me down."

His tail sound slightly, as if he felt endless grievances.

Looking at the expectation in Rong Yiqing's eyes, Wen Xien finally took the wine glass with a little hesitation.

Rong Yiqing also filled the wine glass she used in front of Wen Xien, drank it all, and squinted her eyes and looked at Wen Xien.

Finally, I handed the cup to my lips, and the soft smell spreads through my mouth, with a hint of sweetness.

The feeling of drunkenness and slightly drunk immediately surged up.

Looking at the clear expression of the face, Wen Xien sounded the alarm bell in his heart.

She was still the same as before. After a few glasses of wine, her eyes became blurred. After a while, it seemed like a layer of mist was covered with water. The corners of her lips were shiny, which was different from the coldness and arrogance she had before. At this moment, the corners of her lips were slightly curled, her face was slightly red, and her original arrogance was a bit different feeling, and her whole body showed a pure, innocent but deceptive feeling.

"Fourth Brother?" Rong Yiqing called out tentatively.

Wen Xien stared at him, his expression still faint, but a bright red appeared on his snow-white skin. She responded half a beat slower.

"Fourth Brother, you're drunk." Rong Yiqing's smile deepened and his voice was slightly hoarse.

Wen Xien tilted his head in a daze, his long eyelashes slightly drooped, and he bent out of an extremely beautiful curve.

Have you broken your wings and sat in that supreme position, and you can keep being obedient?

The light in my eyes became even heavier, thinking about the scenes before.

Rong Yiqing drank another glass of wine, but his face did not change.

After looking at Wen Xien carefully for a long time, Rong Yiqing asked the palace servants who were standing by to help Wen Xien back to the bedroom.

He thought Wen Xien would make trouble when he was drunk, but he didn't expect that he would be so obedient. He asked the palace servant to help him. The palace servant would gently call the fourth prince to be careful of the road ahead.

Wen Xien would respond softly, behaved and very obedient.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!