How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 140 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (62)

  Yang Sheng couldn't help but softly called out, "Master."

   Ink-haired snow robe, her eyes are clear and dignified, her long hair is loose, and there is only a jade hairpin on the top of her head. She lowered her eyelashes slightly, like an immortal who cannot be reached without asking about the world.

   But this immortal has already been infected with the world's red dust, and she said: "Little Shengzi, I don't know why, but when I see this, I feel guilty."

   In the carriage, the lush greenery is magnificent and warm as spring, and the white smoke of a sanding copper incense burner is very pleasant.

   Wen Xien glanced at the carriage, and then fell outside. The fourth prince, who was born into a noble family and never knew the hardships of life, slowly closed his eyes.

   Yang Sheng's heart tightened, his movements were gentle, he patted her thin and thin back soothingly, and said warmly, "Master, don't think too much, why don't you go back earlier, the snow is getting bigger again."

   Gently waved Yang Sheng's hand, Wen Xien opened her eyes, and lost the confusion just now, she bypassed Yang Sheng, took out all the pastries in the carriage, and got off the horse.

   Yang Sheng, who was stiff and half-kneeling, still maintained the posture of being pushed away, and his fingers that were in the air were pinched and hung down.

  Yang Sheng stayed inside for a while, then lifted the curtain of the car first. He didn't go down. It was already snowing outside, and there was a trend of getting bigger and bigger.

   Snowflakes fell on his eyelashes, he blinked, and a cold feeling soaked into his eyes.

  The noble fourth prince walked in front of the child. The child's exposed skin had already turned purple from the cold. She took off the clean and expensive cloak and put it on the child's body under Yang Sheng's shocked eyes.

   "Master!" Yang Sheng frowned and called out.

   The thin white-clothed man just glanced back at him, then turned his head silently.

   The child's numb eyes moved, and he was stunned when he looked at the person who looked like a fairy in front of him.

   Wen Xien took out a piece of cake from the delicate food box and brought it to the child's mouth.

   Almost as soon as the pastry appeared, all the beggars looked over, their eyes glowing with longing.

  In the snow, Wen Xien took the cake Yiyi and delivered it to the beggar in person, and all the places he walked were thanking Lord Longen.

   Wen Xien didn't stop until the pastry was gone. She stood there and looked around, her eyes firm.

   The fourth prince's clean white clothes are so conspicuous in front of the messy beggars. Her soft boots, which have always been clean, are now stained with snow and mud, and the corners of the snow-white clothes are also stained.

  She stood there quietly, her back straight and unwilling to bend, like a bamboo knot pressing against the snow, but a small piece of her clean white clothes was soaked by the snow.

   is incompatible with this place, she should stand in the extravagant jasper and splendid palace, not this kind of place.

   "From tomorrow onwards, Qun Wangfu will put food and porridge every morning and evening, and also have thick clothes. When the time comes, everyone can come and pick them up. Everyone has it."

  The fourth prince's voice was gentle and sweet, like a dazzling array of pearls falling to the ground, and it seemed to be an elegant piece of music, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

   When the beggars heard the despair and numbness in their eyes, a trace of light rose. With tears in their eyes, they knelt down in the snow and shouted, "Fourth Prince Chitose, Chitose Chitose."

   The sound resounded throughout the street, as if there were echoes reverberating.

   Yang Sheng's feminine face has no expression, he can't even think about why Wen Xien does this, what does other people's life and death have to do with her? The root of everything is only the tyranny and stupidity of the emperor.

   What Wen Xien can do can only be relieved for a while, and the main problem is still to have a wise man.

   Back on the carriage, Yang Sheng waved the snow off Wen Xien's clothes, took out a spare cloak, put it on her, and held the stove for her.

   As soon as the cold outside returned to the carriage, all the temperatures began to warm up. Wen Xien let out a sigh of white mist, and this time she finally brought a smile on her face.

   "Is the master very happy?" Yang Sheng added a cup of hot tea, raised his head, his feminine face was also smiling, but there was a strange smell.

  Wen Xien just smiled and took a sip of hot tea, and suddenly said something that was wrong.

   "If I'm gone in the future, the palace of the kings will be handed over to you."

   Yang Sheng was shocked and asked in a panic, "Master... Where are you going?"

   He hoped in his heart that this was just a joke from Wen Xien. The master was not in the palace, so where else could she go?

   Seeing Yang Sheng panicking like an abandoned child, Wen Xien raised his hand to touch his hair, and Yang Sheng immediately rubbed his head up, making it easier for Wen Xien to touch.

   His expression seemed to be about to cry, "Master..."

   "You are capable." Wen Xien lowered her long eyelashes and her indifferent eyebrows were soft, "I believe in you, you can take care of the palaces of the kings."

  Because Wen Xien seemed to be gentle at this time, Yang Sheng boldly hugged her legs, and his voice was crying, "No...Master, the servants can't live without you, and the palace can't live without you."

   Wen Xien's body froze almost as soon as he hugged him, and she pushed Yang Sheng away calmly.

   She was not speaking this time, and closed her eyes silently.

   No matter how hard Yang Sheng pleaded, he did not waver.

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   As soon as he returned to the palace of the kings, Wen Xien locked himself in the study, wrote a book and asked the palace servants to deliver it to the emperor himself.

   But that book was rejected by the emperor.

   At dawn, Wen Xien went to the morning.

   The young emperor, who never gave her a good face, looked at her frequently this time, looking irritable and uneasy.

   This appearance of Rong Yan made Wen Xien feel a little familiar, and Wen Xien couldn't help but smiled back at him.

  Rong Yan wanted to laugh subconsciously when he saw her smile. He thought of the Zhezi that the fourth brother sent over yesterday, and the corner of his mouth that had just been raised was instantly lowered, and he gave her a fierce look.

   The inexplicable Wen Xien, who was stared at him, touched the tip of his nose angrily.

   When he retired, the young emperor did not wave his sleeves away as before, but said in a deep voice, "The Fourth Prince stay."

   Those ministers all went out with their tails between their tails, lest they be left behind by the emperor.

   There were only the two of them left in the hall. Wen Xien stood at the bottom and Rong Yan sat at the top, one lowered his eyes and the other raised his eyes, looking at each other.

   In the end, the young emperor couldn't help standing up from the dragon seat. He walked over the steps paved with red carpets and came to Wen Xien.

  Wen Xien bowed to Rong Yan's dark eyes, "Wei Chen sees the emperor."

The face of the emperor she visited was getting worse and worse, she only felt that something was slowly deteriorating, and her handsome face was very flustered, "Fourth brother, you and I don't need to be more polite, I am still your emperor brother, You are still the real fourth brother."

   (end of this chapter)