Chapter 159: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (82)

Rong Yiqing looked at Yang Sheng viciously, gradually calmed down, and turned around and left.

He wanted to chop off this dog slave, but a person's face suddenly made him afraid to take action.

Rong Yiqing returned to the imperial study and saw a vase that Wen Xien sent to him before was a little disliked.

He smashed the vase and the pieces cut his hands.

Instead of dealing with the injuries and pieces of porcelain, he leaned on the couch and covered his eyes with his arms.

Wen Xien died and left nothing.

She pulled away so easily from his life.

It's a happy congratulation, it's a happy congratulation.

Those broken porcelain pieces were cleaned up by the palace servants.

Rong Yiqing went to the harem and picked a random brand.

Beauty Qing is very tender and pure. She looks pitiful when she glances at her eyebrows, which can easily arouse the man's desire to protect her.

As soon as Rong Yiqing came in, she smelled a very strong incense. It was not bad, but it made Rong Yiqing feel uncomfortable all over.

Before he could stay for half a quarter of an hour, he became more and more irritable and his eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

Meiren Qing was very excited when she looked at the emperor. This was the first time the emperor came to the harem in person. She seemed to have plans to stay overnight. Her white face had a happy pink and a girlish innocence.

She couldn't help but tempted, "Your Majesty... let's wait for you to sleep."

The moment the woman was entangled, Rong Yiqing could no longer help it, and pushed the woman away, walked out with a dark face, no matter how the woman behind her screamed.

Bright fireworks were set off in the sky, and the fuse was ignited to the end, and golden flowers were suddenly shining, like colorful flowers, shining with golden light, blooming in the air.

The fuse became shorter and shorter, and sparks continued to bloom. With a loud "bang", the fireworks rose into the sky, and colorful fireworks bloomed in the sky. Some were like meteors wandering in the night sky, while others were like marigolds blooming happily, and small flowers fell from the sky.

Very magnificent.

With a loud "bang", fireworks flew into the sky. In the sky, the fireworks were like countless crystal bright pearls scattered around, and the sky suddenly became brighter.

The end of the fireworks that were holding the sky began to smoke. After a few seconds, a "boom" sounded, and a small fireball flew out of the fireworks stick and flew to the height of the palace building.

Rong Yiqing stood at the highest point of the building, his whole face was illuminated by the fireworks in the night. He was wearing a black dress embroidered with dragon patterns in golden silk, as if he was integrated with the night.

Today is the first year of Wen Xien's departure.

The Lantern Festival began as scheduled, Rong Yiqing looked into the distance, as if he could already feel the lively and prosperous scene.

Rong Yiqing looked at it and remembered that Wen Xien had said a long time ago that he wanted to take him to see the Lantern Festival outside.

A person with delicate eyebrows and picturesque eyes appeared before her. She raised her chin proudly, and her beautiful eyes were filled with stars. When she saw him, her eyes were softened into a pool of water.

"Next year I will take you to see the Lantern Festival in Yan State..."

Rong Yiqing felt a trance.

"Xiaojiu is missing me again." Wen Xien's voice was a little distorted, and it poured into Rong Yiqing's ears along the wind outside.

Rong Yiqing suddenly became very angry, and he couldn't help but curse:

"Idiot, whoever misses you, die well if you die. Don't bother me again!"

The palace maid guarding next to him was so scared that he dared not speak.

He felt that the emperor seemed to be going crazy.

The magma under the calm volcano is so hot that it wants to lick everything.

"Rong Ran."

"Rong Ran!"

"Rong Ran!"

He was shouting.

It must be a headache again.

Rong Yiqing covered his eyes with his arms.

It must be not crying.

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During the day, Rong Yiqing returned to normal again, and his temper would become strange when others approached him. Once someone was willing to develop further with him, he would refuse without control and coldly.

For some reason, since that night, he has never heard Wen Xien's voice or seen Wen Xien's phantom.

He didn't love him. He hated Wen Xien. Rong Yiqing said this to himself, but his hands were trembling slightly.

When he was in the morning court, Rong Yiqing lowered his eyelashes and listened to the person who was lowering his head impatiently. Because he did not have enough rest every day and night, he became more and more shady.

Then he could no longer listen and left willfully for the first time.

He hid in the bedroom, holding his knees with his hands, his eyes empty.

"Xiao Jiu... why did he suddenly lose his temper?"

The sound that hadn't been heard for a long time sounded again in my ears, and Rong Yiqing's heart began to beat violently for no reason.

He raised his hand blankly to touch it, but he still disappeared before he could touch it.

Change the background.

The man was covered in blood, "I don't love you anymore."

——I don’t love you anymore.

Rong Yiqing suddenly felt an unspeakable anger and panic.

Lie! Her eyes were clearly filled with love, her deep love for him. She did not stop until this moment.

How could she not love him anymore?

He suppressed the anger in his heart and shook his head slowly, "You are lying... I don't believe it, I don't believe it, you don't love me."

Wen Xien's lips turned white, she stumbled for a moment, showed a slight smile, looking a little dismal: "Xiaojiu, I can't love you in my life."

Rong Yiqing looked at Wen Xien's pale face and chewed the words in his mouth for a long time, but finally didn't ask.

He didn't believe that Wen Xien didn't love him.

But he knew why Wen Xien couldn't love him.

He had insomnia all night, but he controlled himself all night and never thought of Wen Xien.

During the banquet, a bold Western Region woman touched his hand. Rong Yiqing's face darkened, but she couldn't feel disgusted.

Seeing this, the woman was a little scared. She gently pulled her hand away and her face turned pale: "Your Majesty..." She looked a little injured, but Rong Yiqing didn't notice it at all.

After the banquet, Rong Yi cleaned his hands thirty times, and his nausea still kept surging up.

His eyes were sour and red, and he saw Wen Xien standing beside him and bent down and patting his back.

"Don't touch me!"

Although he refused, he did not dare to reach out to touch him, because the hallucination would break when it was touched. He could not feel the temperature when those hands touched him.

In the hallucination, Wen Xien looked at him sadly and compassionately as if he was watching a dog that was breathing.

She advised him to forget it, if he doesn't like those women, he won't be together.

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(End of this chapter)
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