Chapter 162: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (85)

I am obedient, and I listen to you. I am very obedient, Ranran, don’t leave me, okay?

Rong Yiqing stared at Wen Xien closely.

Disappeared.

Rong Yiqing watered the tree. This thin plum tree had grown a lot taller after Rong Yiqing's personal cultivation. He had a smile on his lips, and his smile was very pure.

Eunuch Gao saw it all. He knew that the emperor was getting more and more abnormal recently. If he didn't accept a concubine, he would not see anyone except for handling political affairs. He would be locked in Wen Xien's palace every day.

Eunuch Gao advised him, but he didn't know how to speak. This time he stood beside him for a long time before bent down and tentatively tentatively, "Your Majesty, the Prime Minister said he had something important to discuss with you."

Rong Yiqing ignored it and watered it carefully, as if it was not a tree, but a priceless treasure.

When Eunuch Gao saw that Rong Yiqing did not speak, he became more courageous. He said, "Emperor, let the Fourth Prince go when he goes, let her go. People cannot be resurrected. I think that the Fourth Prince doesn't want to see you like this."

The man on the other end suddenly spoke, his tone was a bit treacherous and hoarse:

"You said, people cannot be resurrected by death?"

Eunuch Gao was startled by the rough sound and woke up a little. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, shivering his lips and dared not speak again.

But in order to make the emperor awake, he gritted his teeth and said.

"Yes, people cannot be resurrected by death."

Rong Yiqing suddenly threw the water spoon in his hand on the ground.

The neither light nor heavy voice made Eunuch Gao tremble.

Rong Yiqing said nothing, turned his eyes and glanced at him lightly. His voice was very light, but it made him feel extremely gloomy - it seemed that he was staring at some terrifying cold-blooded animal with a sense of stickiness.

"You don't know anything." After that, he returned to the imperial study room.

Eunuch Gao heard the sound of things falling inside, and it took a long time to hear it.

Rong Yiqing now gives him the feeling of being a man struggling on the brink of madness.

Although he was handsome and calm, he seemed normal than anyone he had ever seen.

But he knew that such people with hysteria could not be touched, and if they touched it, their lives would be gone.

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When Rong Yiqing was practicing calligraphy, he stopped thinking about something, but his eyes were red with aggrievedness.

"Ranran, they all said you were dead." Rong Yiqing suddenly had a pitiful voice, and he seemed a little lonely and weird in the empty bedroom.

???? There was obviously no one. But Rong Yiqing still said to himself:

???? "Ran Ran just got angry and wanted to anger me, isn't dead, right?"

??? It was already deep in the night, he hugged a piece of clothing that Wen Xien wore, lowered his head obsessively and smelled it, showing a peaceful expression:

???? "I will wait for you. Now I'll wait for Ranran. Will Ranran come back early?"

????No one answered him.

???? "It's okay, Ranran, I will never bully you again, and I will not let others bully you."

??????? He buried his face in his clothes.

?????? "When will you... come back..."

??????? The clothes were wet, and his breath was stained.

Rong Yiqing had a dream about Wen Xien.

In the dream, Wen Xien was wearing her favorite white clothes. She loved to be clean, but now her thin body is stained with a lot of blood.

She was smiling, her pale lips pursed slightly. Wen Xien rarely smiled, but she had never been stingy with Rong Yiqing.

The flames licked and kissed the corner of her clothes, and made a tiny wave. Her eyebrows and eyes were bathed in the swaying fire, looking so far away.

She slowly turned into a handful of very small gray, which could be held with one hand.

But the ash is too thin, so even if you hold the ash, it will gradually leak down.

It's like an hourglass. It's an hourglass that cannot be reversed.

Rong Yiqing couldn't catch her and watched her become a part of the world.

"Xiaojiu, don't cry for me, don't be sad... I'm here, I've been there all the time..."

She seemed to say so.

But it seems that I didn't say that.

fraud……

If you are here... you won't come to me.

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The man was wearing a green regular dress, with silver silk and black hair mixed behind him, with a pale and handsome face, but there was a hint of indescribable fragility.

He has seen the plum trees grow taller and take time to take care of them recently, but he has always done it himself.

There were several deep and shallow wounds on the exposed wrist, which had begun to scar.

"Let's make an agreement. When the plum blossoms bloom, you will come back and see me. OK?"

The breeze rolls up the delicate and tender buds.

It's already winter.

But Wen Xien never came back once.

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Rong Yiqing went to the House of Kings. In the past, the four houses of the palace were lively, and the house of Kings was not as luxurious as the palace. Now it is a bit bleak, and there are only one or two palace ladies left.

He stepped into Wen Xien's bedroom, which was a place he had never dared to face, because the nightmare began here.

This bedroom is clean and spotless. Although Rong Yiqing often comes to this group of royal palaces, he has not actually observed this bedroom carefully.

Now that I look carefully, I find that the bedrooms here are completely different from those outside, and they are simple and simple.

In Rong Yiqing's eyes, Wen Xien is the one who grew up holding her, wearing and using her, and no matter what she is, she is the best and most expensive.

His fingertips fell to the ceramic that was placed in the most conspicuous position.

This workmanship is delicate and even a little rough. It is the shape of a lucky doll and smiles innocently.

This was bought by Rong Yiqing at the stall occasionally after leaving the palace. It happened a long time ago, and he forgot why he left the palace.

The ceramics of this lucky doll are particularly out of place in this bedroom.

When he thought about it now, he realized that what Wen Xien gave him was expensive, and he rarely gave it, even if it was given, he would give it some unsightly things.

"What are you doing..."

A hoarse voice came from behind.

Rong Yiqing knew who it was, but he just stroked the porcelain doll with loving movements.

The neglected person didn't care and spoke lightly, and his ink-colored eyes just looked at him coldly.

"You are not welcome here, please leave."

Rong Yiqing looked at him, her eyes full of indescribable colors, "I want to come and see her, she said she missed me."

His voice was as cold as a rock, but he was so gentle when he said "her".

Yang Sheng could no longer calm down. He smiled, but his eyes seemed to have tears in his eyes, "How could Master want to see you? Do you know, do you think it is so easy for me to get the jade seal? What did the master have done to make you such a ruthless move! Without Master, do you think you still have today? Do you still have the glory of today?!"

"Everything you have now is nothing more than the master's acquiescence."

Rong Yiqing's hand hanging down beside him slowly clenched tightly, his eyebrows and eyes became gloomy, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.

Yang Sheng closed his eyes, his voice a little hoarse, "Master... Isn't this what you want?"

His eyelashes trembled slightly, "You have got everything you want, are there anything else you are not satisfied with?"

The master was dead for a year, but Yang Sheng refused to leave. He didn't know where he should go and he had nowhere to go.

At least in this place, Yang Sheng will feel at ease and still have concerns.

Yang Sheng opened his eyes and looked hatred: "She is so kind to you and loves you so much, but you abandon her sincerity. Now that she is dead, let her trample on your sincerity."
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