Chapter 139: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (70)

Rong Yan chased after her and helped her, "Ranran--"

"Let me go!" Wen Xien gritted his teeth, and couldn't even call out the word "Emperor Brother".

"Brother..." Rong Yan was interrupted by Wen Xien as soon as he opened his mouth.

Wen Xien had hatred in his eyes, and the collar on his chest was tightly pulled, "I don't have a royal brother like you!"

Rong Yan's expression seemed to have frozen.

Wen Xien pushed him in front of him and pulled the door in front of him.

The snow outside stopped and started to fall, and a thin layer of white mist had risen. Wen Xien looked at the person kneeling outside the palace gate, feeling that no matter how cold he was on his body, it was not as cold as the one in his heart.

Yang Sheng, whose eyes were swollen, looked shocked when he saw Wen Xien running out in disheveled clothes.

She has been arrogant since she was a child and only feels that she looks extremely embarrassed now.

"Master..." Yang Sheng's white cheeks were red from the cold, and the tears on his face had not been wiped dry.

Before Wen Xien could speak, he stretched out his hands behind her and put them around her waist, pulled her back, and the door in front of her was closed again.

Yang Sheng, who was kneeling on the ground and stretching out his hand towards her, was the last scene that Wen Xien saw...

"Ranran, where else do you want to go?"

...

When Wen Xien woke up, he was already lying on the bed, with Yang Sheng standing beside the bed with tears in his eyes.

Yang Sheng knelt beside the bed, lowering his head, his cheeks were frozen like this with a sick red color, and his tears fell to the ground one by one.

"Why are you crying?" said Wen Xien.

Yang Sheng raised his head, saw Wen Xien open his eyes, and wiped the tears from his face in panic, "Master..."

Wen Xien raised his hand and wanted to call him over, but he heard a crisp clanging sound. He lowered his head and looked at it. There was an iron chain on his wrist at some point.

Yang Sheng saw Wen Xien staring at his wrist in a daze, and cried and threw himself on the bed, "Master - it's useless to be a slave..."

Wen Xien stared silently, and when he struggled with his wrist, a circle of red marks appeared on his snow-white and slender wrist. He put his hand down, and there were emotions that no one could understand in his hanging eyelashes.

Seeing that Wen Xien still wanted to make a struggle, Yang Sheng felt cold and knelt on the edge of the bed holding Wen Xien's hand, "Master, don't scare the slave!"

Wen Xien shook his hand hard, as if he hadn't seen him.

The pale lips trembled violently, "Get out...get out!"

Yang Sheng did not dare to touch Wen Xien with his hand, and carefully rubbed her palm with his head, and choked and said, "I will not leave, I will accompany you."

Wen Xien's lips were trembling, and she wanted to open her mouth, but tears fell from her eyes.

Yang Sheng had never seen Wen Xien look like this. He couldn't even care about etiquette and took Wen Xien into his arms at once.

"Why?" Wen Xien's chin pressed against Yang Sheng's shoulder, and his tone was a little confused, "Why should I treat me like this?"

Yang Sheng was almost out of control and wanted to cry out loud, but he didn't dare. Now he was the only one to accompany Wen Xien. If he cried again, what would the master do?

Yang Sheng just hugged Wen Xien hard, as if he wanted to pass on all his cherished feelings to her...

After comforting for a long time, he coaxed Wen Xien to sleep. Yang Sheng wiped away the tears from his face. He was about to leave when he saw Rong Yan standing at the door.

The tall figure stood there silently, not knowing how long it took.

"Emperor...Emperor!" Yang Sheng knelt down in a hurry.

Rong Yan walked straight inside as if he hadn't seen him.

Yang Sheng didn't know where the courage came from, so he knelt in front of Rong Yan and blocked his way, "Master, the master has just fallen asleep - she was crying very hard, please let him go."

Rong Yan smiled softly, "Ranran is crying?"

Yang Sheng raised his face and looked at the crazy young emperor in front of him.

Rong Yan didn't look at him, "Ran Ran is crying for me."

Yang Sheng was stunned. Rong Yan lowered his head and looked at him, with a sickly joy in his eyes.

Yang Sheng only felt that Rong Yan was not familiar with what he saw on weekdays, so he shrank back a little, "Emperor..."

Rong Yan suddenly chuckled, kicked the already stunned Yang Sheng away, and walked into the bedroom.

Yang Sheng stood outside the bedroom, and his body trembled as he heard the crying sounds coming from inside.

Wen Xien struggled cryingly, and then the struggle quickly turned into a cry that suppressed pain.

Yang Sheng only felt the cold, and he hugged himself and squatted down.

Rong Yan kept saying the love words that seemed to come from hell, and only responded to him was the insult and crying of another person who went crazy.

Yang Sheng didn't dare to look up or look at him. He held his head and squatted in the corner, trembling.

Another winter is coming, and it has been three full years since Rong Yan ascended the throne.

In the morning, there was still a layer of white mist, and the grass was covered with water droplets. The court officials in the hall gathered, and civil and military officials discussed state affairs. Rong Yan sat on the dragon throne, pursing his lips without saying a word.

Since the Fourth Prince couldn't get sick, Rong Yan rarely showed too much emotion in front of these court officials.

Rong Yan had nowhere to go for three years, and his rear position was empty. How many good families tried their best to squeeze into the palace, but Rong Yan never made a concubine or a concubine again. No matter how the ministers threatened and begged, Rong Yan ignored him.

The young emperor supported his chin with his hands, closed his eyes, and looked a little sleepy. Several ministers who could see their faces passed the memorials and then silenced. Some ministers who did not respond also realized that the atmosphere was wrong and retreated.

After the morning court, Rong Yan took off his court robes and walked straight into the inner hall of Yangxin Hall.

Yang Shengfang, wearing eunuch uniform, walked out of the inner hall and turned pale when he saw Rong Yan.

Rong Yan didn't even look at him, and his face, which had been tense, finally made him feel warm.

"Ranran." Rong Yan showed a happy smile that had never been seen by anyone outside the world before, and walked up to support the man's shoulder.

Wen Xien was wearing a bright red dress, and her ink hair was not tied up, and she sprinkled on her thin shoulders like ink, and the curves she drew were particularly beautiful.

Her skin was already very white, but she hadn't seen the sun for a long time. She was a little sickly.

When Wen Xien saw Rong Yan, the disgust in her eyes revealed the light of disgust, but in that disgust, it revealed the panic and uneasiness in her heart.

Rong Yan bent down to touch her face, and the tip of her nose almost touched Wen Xien's forehead.

"roll……"

Wen Xien's voice was hoarse and a sense of powerlessness.

Rong Yan smiled, how could he not laugh? Wen Xien said a lot to him every day, so even if he scolded him, he was happy.

As long as Wen Xien can react a little, he can make him crazy.

"Hello Ranran, you finally pay attention to me, finally..." The low voice actually made a little crying.

The light dance clothes were taken off and fell to the ground.

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(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!