Chapter 96: A lonely grave with thousands of miles, nowhere to talk about desolation (16)

No one dared to provoke her. In fact, at the beginning, there were several princes who wanted to please Wen Xien and establish a good relationship with Wen Xien, but there were only benefits but no harm.

But Wen Xien is not so easy to please. Except for being a little bit more arrogant to the prince and Yan Huan, he looks arrogant and arrogant to others. It is really difficult for people to approach it, but it makes this ninth prince, who has the least sense of existence, curry favor with him.

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Rong Yiqing stepped into the fourth prince's bedroom, and a sensation of intoxicating fragrance came to her face. A faint fragrance emitting from the green jade carved double ear stove, like a solid rope around Rong Yiqing's nose.

A soft carpet of vermilion was laid in the bedroom, and a faint laugh came from behind the gem curtain, which was very light, but it still came into Rong Yiqing's ears.

The palace mermaids on both sides went down one after another.

His fingers as white as jade onion slowly lifted up the jade gem curtain. Rong Yiqing bit his tongue and saw the boy walking to him.

The sound of footsteps was not obvious on the soft blanket.

As soon as she approached, the cold fragrance on the boy seemed to be stained with Gu Qili's luxurious fragrance.

She loosely held the boy's soft and fat little hand.

The boy turned around the boy's little finger. During these times, he was not as disgusted as the boy's approach and touch as before, and was not as stiff as before.

Rather than being familiar with it, it goes without saying that I am already used to it.

The boy sat on the soft couch, and he knelt beside the couch, and his head rested on the boy's lap.

The boy seemed to like this feeling of controlling others. She was in a good mood and took a piece of pastry and handed it to the boy's mouth.

Rong Yiqing finished eating after two bites, and his lips accidentally touched the boy's soft fingertips.

The sweet and greasy taste spreads in his mouth. Rong Yiqing actually hates eating this sweet and greasy pastry, and he will have the urge to vomit when eating it.

But Wen Xien seems to like it very much.

He endured the nausea that was surging in his stomach and swallowed it with a obedient face.

Wen Xien would eat one after feeding him, and his belly was already slightly bulging, but he seemed to have not felt it. Wen Xien stopped until there were only one or two left on the plate.

She asked lightly: "Is it delicious?"

The boy bent a bright smile: "It's delicious, my fourth brother is so nice to me."

The boy laughed and mocked, "Is that right?"

The boy nodded solemnly and saw that the boy's fingertips were still stained with pastry residue.

With a pleasing intention, he came up and licked his fingertips cleanly.

But the next second, I was kicked.

Rong Yiqing, a thin child, almost flew out by Wen Xien's kick. He rolled several times on the soft carpet, and then stopped after hitting the golden pillar in the hall.

He groaned, and his back seemed to have been bruised, but he could bear it because the ground was soft, so he got up and held back his tears: "Fourth brother... Did I do something wrong?"

Wen Xien had a cold face on the surface, but in fact, the leg that kicked the boy was still trembling slightly.

[The system comforted her forever: It's okay, it's okay, he will kick him back in the future. Don't feel embarrassed. If you don't kick him hard, you might be kicked to death by him in a few years.]

[Wen Xien:...Thank you, I was not comforted.]

Rong Yiqing looked at the boy's gloomy expression and rubbed his fingertips with a scarf hard, as if he wanted to wipe the skin.

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(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!