Chapter 158: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (81)

The banquet was very lively, and the graceful dancer was walking in the hall like a butterfly, with a scent of flowers on the corner of her clothes.

The ministers in the hall all looked at it with relish and occasionally applauded.

Rong Yiqing, who was surrounded by the beauty, was still drinking, her face still not changing, but her ears were covered with a thin layer of red.

"Your Majesty, I will serve you." The beauty's voice was sweet and soft, making people feel comfortable. Her soft hands climbed up to Rong Yiqing's arm and rubbed it ambiguously.

"Stay away from me."

Rong Yiqing finally spoke, his voice a little drunk but a bit cold and irritating.

The beauty shrank like a frightened little rabbit, and then smiled, "Emperor..."

That sweet call was three points of sweetness and seven points of heat.

She got closer a little longer, but was immediately pushed away by Rong Yiqing.

He seemed to be very sober, but he was actually completely drunk.

He stood up without any shaking and left the banquet regardless of his appearance.

In the middle of the night, Rong Yiqing was awakened by the cold. It was almost summer, but he still felt very cold and had a severe headache.

Rong Yiqing asked the palace servant to take a hand stove. It was almost summer solstice, but he felt so cold that he couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned, and the heat in the bedroom was spreading, but Rong Yiqing was cold all over.

Rong Yiqing stood up and stood outside the window, glanced casually at the plum tree that Wen Xien liked to sit in before. The flowers of the tree had already faded. I imagined a thin person lying lazily on the rocking chair under the tree, his calves swaying, his eyes closed, like a noble kitten.

He suddenly felt a little dazed.

Then he asked the palace servant to come in.

"I cut down this tree today."

He looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were a little distant.

"What are you doing so ugly?"

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"I'm leaving..." Wen Xien's tone was rarely firm, and his soft voice was like a sharp knife standing up in the past.

Rong Yiqing glanced at him and said in a faint voice: "Where are you going?"

Wen Xien showed an ugly smile on his lips.

She opened her mouth to say something, but her neck began to bleed and eventually dissipated in the air.

Rong Yiqing woke up and called out a few wishes. His head was like a hangover. He screamed again, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the empty bedroom, and the sunlight without temperature fell all over the ground. He suddenly laughed.

The palace servant who was guarding outside was alarmed, and the palace servant pushed the door and entered, "Your Majesty, do you have any instructions?"

"Where is Rong Ran?" Rong Yiqing asked.

The palace maid was startled and knelt down with a whisper, saying, "The Emperor... the Fourth Prince... she is no longer here."

Rong Yiqing suddenly realized, "Oh... are you no longer here?"

Rong Yiqing was about to ask the palace servant to call Wen Xien over.

His head still hurts a lot.

"Rong Yiqing! The master is dead, right? I just said why are you willing to let me out? So that's it, so that's it..." He laughed twice as if he burst into tears, and his words seemed to be crying.

"You beast! The master is dedicated to you, you... how can you ruin your master's intentions like this... You killed your master." Yang Sheng gasped and seemed to be cursing, "You will regret it, Rong Yiqing."

He was crying.

The first person to be saddened by Wen Xien's death.

It is the little eunuch beside Wen Xien.

Strangely, he remembered Wen Xien again.

After Wen Xien's death, some memories always popped into his mind one by one, depicting Wen Xien even more vividly.

Rong Yiqing suddenly felt very bad.

Yang Sheng coughed twice, his voice sharp and a little harsh, "Master is really blind, so he will fall in love with you, a wolf-hearted thing!"

There was a sound outside. Rong Yiqing pushed open the door and saw two guards trying to take Yang Sheng away.

When the guard saw Rong Yiqing, he let go of his hand and retreated.

Yang Sheng laughed and cried as he smiled. He covered his eyes and cried so hard that he couldn't cry. "Master will send all the good things to your palace as soon as possible. There is no day when you don't miss you. How can you treat her like this... like this..."

Why is it that Rong Yiqing is sorry for Wen Xien in the eyes of others? It is obvious that Wen Xien owes him, but he is just the way he can treat others.

But he forgot that all he remembers is the evil he is to him, and he will always ignore the good he is to him. If others are to him, he will remember it for a long time if he is to be very good to him.

Unspeakable anxiety and anxiety and irritability.

Rong Yiqing's eyes were cold, and his tone was still high, "I don't care. Her like this will only make me even more disgusted."

How could he regret it? He was too late to be happy.

"It's better if he dies." Rong Yiqing said coldly.

Yang Sheng's eyes were red, and he suddenly got up and punched Rong Yiqing in everyone's unbelievable eyes.

Rong Yiqing also returned him two punches.

The two started fighting.

Immediately, Yang Sheng was caught by the guards and pressed on the ground. He cried and shouted.

At this time, the palace maid came out holding a snow-white cloak. Yang Sheng knew who it was at a glance. He was crazy and shook off the guard's control. He snatched the cloak from the palace maid's hand and hugged it tightly, as if he was afraid that someone would rob him.

Rong Yiqing looked at Yang Sheng crying with his cloak in his arms, crying like a child, and then kissed him.

For some reason, Rong Yiqing's eyes were locked on the cloak, and his heart felt a little painful.

This was what he asked the palace servants to throw away the cloak. He didn't want to see any trace of Wen Xien in the future.

Yang Sheng said: "Master, I will take you away."

I won't listen to you again this time.

The slave takes you away from him.

"Give her to me."

Rong Yiqing's voice was faint, as if he was ordering, but only he knew that his heart was in pain uncontrollably.

But he still proudly asked others to bow down and surrender to him.

He didn't even know why it hurts so much, and his words didn't go through his mind. He just wanted to keep...

What to keep? He doesn't even know.

Yang Sheng glanced at him and hugged the cloak in his arms.

He moved very gently: "My master is dead, so don't bother me again in the future. I don't think my master wants to see you."

Rong Yiqing sneered:

"Give it to me." He couldn't see the cloak anymore. The cloak was held in Yang Sheng's arms, and only a snow-white horn was revealed. He was a little anxious and uneasy, and his temper was a little out of control. "It's mine if she dies."

Yang Sheng looked at him for a while and suddenly smiled angry.

"A betrayal dog, ask your master, is she willing to go with you?"

You have always said that you don’t like your master, but your master’s goodness.

Why are your eyes red now like a beleaguered dog who lost his owner?

——I may be wrong, Master. He should love you, but he doesn’t know how ridiculous he loves you.

——A gentle love during death will turn into a sharp knife and execute the remaining person who lives in this world.

——He will atone for you.

Yang Sheng looked at the man who was completely furious and said word by word:

"Then she will never come back. Get out of here!"

Although his eyes were still looking for his master, he still insisted on treating love as a deep hatred against love.

(End of this chapter)
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