Chapter 147: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (77)

Rong Yiqing raised his hand to cover his face and laughed heavily. His laughter was hoarse, and it sounded like laughing, but also like crying.

"Do you know what she called you just now? Call you the emperor brother! That fool is dead! He is dead! He is still thinking about him every day after he dies!"

After Rong Bo put the person on the bed, he ignored the blood in his hands and urgently ordered the palace servant next to him, "Call the Imperial Doctor!"

The palace servants were almost familiar with the imperial doctor, and only the other party knew who sent the other party with one look.

Only at such a close distance could Rong Bo clearly sense the slower the pulse of the person under his palm, and how severe the injury was on the whole body.

The clothes all over the body were almost shattered, and behind each scratched piece of clothing, there was a clear scratch, and the blood flowed out soaked the brocade clothes with a sticky and greasy texture.

The face that was once calm and confident was only pale at this moment, and her eyes were closed like a corpse without any temperature.

Soon, the palace servant came back with the imperial physician. As soon as he arrived, Rong Bora was on the edge of the bed with anxious and panic on his face and said, "Let's see it for Ranran."

The imperial physician was startled when he saw the person on the bed. He immediately took the pulse and secretly glanced at the person behind him. Wen Xien was also a prince after all, now...

When Wen Xien's breathing gradually stabilized and the injuries on his body were bandaged, the imperial physician asked the palace servant to follow him to get medicine.

Rong Bo's face was always gentle and gentle. He tidied up Wen Xien's somewhat messy hair and tucked the quilt.

But when I think of the person behind me and the person whom the wound on Wen Xien was thanks to the fact that the anger and murderous intent in my heart have increased dramatically.

When he came to the study, Rong Bo looked at his lower head calmly. Rong Yiqing, who had never said a word since the incident, could not control the storm that was surging in his eyes and smashed the inkstone at his hand with a bang.

He shouted angrily: "You are so brave!!!"

Rong Yiqing just raised his eyebrows, with a strange smile on his lips.

Rong Bo just gritted his teeth, looked coldly at Rong Yiqing with a calm eyes, "How did I explain to you at that time! How did you agree to me!"

Hearing this, Rong Yiqing sarcastically said, "Now that you have ascended the throne, I have fulfilled my promise. What about you? Do you still remember the original promise?"

Rong Bo's face changed. He recalled their deal at the beginning. Rong Bo has always been a trustworthy person, but this time...

Rong Yiqing noticed Rong Bo's expression and slowly stepped forward. The expression on his face gradually disappeared. He said expressionlessly, "Now, you are not qualified to take care of it. Rong Ran is mine, I am alone."

He emphasized his tone, as if he was emphasizing something, "I do whatever I want to do to her, and there is no need for others to care about it."

Rong Bo cannot deny that Rong Yiqing did help him a lot. If Rong Yiqing had not, he would have been uncomfortable on this road, and the price was only Wen Xien, who had been against him since childhood. He thought it was very worthwhile at the time. He could also sit on the throne and get rid of an enemy without any effort. How great is it?

But I don’t know when it started, but Rong Bo didn’t think it was better. I don’t know if it started with the lanterns that year or the release of animals that year.

No matter that time, Rong Bo was reluctant to let him go at first. Now that he, the father who spoiled her, died and the prince died. In this world, only Rong Bo would be truly kind to her, and only he could give her everything she wanted.

Glory, wealth, fame and fortune, and power, as long as Wen Xien's words are said, Rong Bo will satisfy her.

He would treat her better than the prince, so that Wen Xien could no longer have anyone else's figure in his heart.

Now... we must get rid of those annoying people.

"Come." Rong Bo said coldly.

Several guards opened the door and surrounded Rong Yiqing with swords in their hands.

At this point, Rong Yiqing still has nothing to understand.

But Rong Yiqing was not panicked at all. He even laughed. He seemed to like to laugh very much. Every time he smiled, he would give people a kind of well-behaved, soft and sweet feeling, which was very contagious.

Just as the guards slowly approached, Rong Yiqing said slowly, "If you catch me, Rong Ran will not want to live."

Rong Bo immediately panicked. He rushed forward and grabbed Rong Yiqing's collar. His eyebrows could not cover up the panic, "What do you mean! What did you do to Ranran!"

The man was anxious like a beast that was about to go crazy at any time, but the emotions in his eyes betrayed him.

Rong Yiqing smiled even happier, "I'm dead, she can't even think about living."

As soon as he finished speaking, a palace maid sounded outside the door, "Your Majesty, it's not good, the Fourth Prince..."

Before the palace maid could finish his words, the door was opened by someone. Rong Bo's dark and tyrannical face made the palace maid tremble in his heart. The eyebrows and eyes of Rong Bo and Rong Yan were somewhat similar, especially when they got angry, it made the palace maid seem to see Rong Yan himself, making his legs weak.

As soon as Rong Bo entered the bedroom, he saw Wen Xien surrounded by palace servants.

When the palace ladies saw Rong Bo, they immediately dispersed.

One by one, they all knelt down.

The imperial physician said, "Emperor, the fourth prince has been poisoned. The old minister is not talented. This poisonous old minister cannot be cured..."

"quack!"

Suddenly, the loud shout interrupted the imperial physician's words. Rong Bo closed his eyes. The face hidden in the shadow, the face that was not afraid of in front of the lions of thousands of people, was now embarrassed and fragile.

He clenched his fists tightly, as if he could sense his reaction was too violent. He swung the annoying person in front of him and walked to Wen Xien's bedside.

Wen Xien had woken up, her face paler than before, but her expression was even more empty.

Rong Bo reached out to touch Wen Xien's thin face. Before he could touch it, he was swept away by Wen Xien who had been silent.

Wen Xien retreated in resistance, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pale lips were pursed tightly.

"Get out..." The hoarse voice was almost unauthorized.

Rong Bo grabbed Wen Xien's thin shoulders, and there was no calmness or rationality on his face. He tried to say gentlely, "Ranran, it's me, I am the second emperor brother."

However, Wen Xien just replied with one word: "Get out... don't touch me."

Rong Bo couldn't stand Wen Xien's like this, so he forced Wen Xien's thin shoulders and looked excited, "I am the emperor's brother, I won't hurt you."

Bang-

With a heavy slap in the face, Wen Xien slapped hard on the man's face in the horrified eyes of countless palace servants.

Plop—

Plop—

Outside the hall, countless palace ladies who saw this scene, heard the slap in the face were frightened and knelt down with trembling all over their bodies, just asking to dig their eyes and poke the ears deaf.

This is not something that these slaves should read or listen to. They always have to have their heads. The palace maids lowered their heads tightly, hoping to get into the cracks in the ground.

(End of this chapter)
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