How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 159 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (81)

   The banquet was very lively, and the graceful and charming dancers shuttled through the hall like flowers and butterflies, with a scent of flowers on the corners of their clothes.

  The ministers in the hall watched with relish, and occasionally applauded.

  Rong Yiqing, who was surrounded by beauties in the center, was still drinking, his face did not change, but his ears were covered with a thin layer of red.

   "Your Majesty, my servant will serve you." The beauty's voice was sweet and soft, making it sound very comfortable. Her soft hand climbed onto Rong Yiqing's arm and rubbed it ambiguous.

"leave me alone."

   Rong Yiqing finally spoke, his voice a little drunk but cold to the bone.

  The beauty shrank like a frightened bunny, and smiled again, "Your Majesty..."

   That coquettish call, with three points of sweetness and seven points of heat.

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

   He looked sober but he was completely drunk.

   He stood up without any swaying, and left the banquet regardless.

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

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

Rong Yiqing got up, stood outside the casement, and glanced casually under the plum tree that Wen Xien liked to sit on before. The flowers of this tree had withered, and he imagined a thin person lying lazily on the rocking chair under the tree, His calf swayed and his eyes were closed, like a precious kitten.

   He was suddenly in a trance.

   Then he called the palace servants 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 rare and firm. In the past, only his soft voice was like a sharp knife.

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

   An ugly smile appeared at the corner of Wen Xien's mouth.

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

  Rong Yi called out a few wishes after he woke up. His head was aching from a hangover. He called out again, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the large, empty bedroom, where the temperatureless sunlight shone down on the ground. He suddenly laughed.

   alerted the palace servants who were guarding outside, who pushed open the door and entered, "Your Majesty, do you have any orders?"

   "Where's Rong Ran?" Rong Yiqing asked.

  The palace man was startled, his face was released, he knelt down, and whispered, "Your Majesty... Fourth Prince, she... is long gone."

  Rong Yiqing suddenly realized, "Oh...isn't there anymore?"

  Rong Yiqing was going to ask the palace servants to call Wen Xien over.

   His head still hurts badly.

   "Rong Yiqing! The master is dead, right? I said why you are willing to let me out, that's how it is, that's how it is..." He laughed twice as if he burst into tears, and he spoke as if weeping blood.

"You bastard! The master is devoted to you, to you... wholeheartedly, how can you spoil the master's heart so much... it was you who killed the master." Yang Sheng gasped as if he was cursing, "You will regret it. Yes, Rong Yiqing."

   He was crying.

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

   is the little **** beside Wen Xien.

   Strange, he thought of Wen Xien again.

  After Wen Xien died, there were always some inadvertent memories that popped into his mind, depicting Wen Xien even more vividly.

  Rong Yiqing was suddenly in a bad mood.

  Yang Sheng coughed twice, his voice sharp and a little harsh, "Master is really blind, so I can only see you as a wolf-hearted thing!"

   There was a sound outside, Rong Yiqing opened the door and saw that the two guards wanted to take Yang Sheng away.

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

Yang Sheng laughed, laughed and cried, he covered his eyes and couldn't cry himself, "Master will send all the good things to your palace as soon as possible, there is not a day when you don't miss you, you How can you treat her like this..."

  Why, in the eyes of others, it is he Rong Yiqing who is sorry for Wen Xien, obviously Wen Xien owes him, he is just his own way and his body.

   But he forgot that all he remembered was the badness of others to him, and he would always ignore the goodness of others to him. If others were good to him, he would remember it for a long time.

  Indescribable restlessness and restlessness and irritability.

  Rong Yiqing's eyes showed coldness, and his tone was still high, "I'm not rude, she will only make me more disgusting."

   How could he regret it, it was too late for him to be happy.

   "It would be better if he died." Rong Yiqing said indifferently.

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

   Rong Yiqing also returned his two punches.

   The two got into a fight.

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

At this time, the palace servant came out with a snow-white cloak, and Yang Sheng knew who it was at a glance. holding him, as if he was afraid of being robbed by others.

  Rong Yiqing watched Yang Sheng cry while holding the big cloak, crying like a child, and then kissed him.

  Rong Yiqing didn't know why, his eyes locked on the big cloak, and there was a dull pain in his heart.

   This is 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, this servant will take you away."

   Won’t listen to you again this time.

   Minions take you away from him.

   "Give her to me."

  Rong Yiqing's voice was calm, as if he was giving orders, but only he knew that his heart was hurting uncontrollably.

   But he still arrogantly asked others to bow down to him.

   He didn't even know why it hurt so much, and the words he said didn't go through his head, he just wanted to keep...

   What to keep? He doesn't even know it himself.

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

   He moved very gently: "Master is dead, don't bother master again in the future, I don't think master doesn't want to see you."

   Rong Yiqing sneered:

"Give it to me." He couldn't see the big cloak, the big cloak was held in Yang Sheng's arms, only a snow-white horn was exposed, he was a little restless and uneasy, and his temper was a little out of control, "She is also mine when she died. "

   Yang Sheng looked at him for a while, then suddenly let out an angry smile.

   "Morning dog, you ask the master, is she willing to go with you?"

  You always said that you don't care about the master's likes, the master's good.

  Why are the eyes red now like a bereaved dog that has lost its owner?

   - I may be wrong, my lord. He should love you, but he doesn't know he loves you. How ridiculous.

  ——The tender love in life will turn into a sharp blade after death, and the remaining person who lives in this world will be put to death.

   - He will atone for you.

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

   "Then she'll never come back. Get away from me!"

   Obviously still looking for the master, but he still goes against love and prefers to treat love as a deep hatred.

   (end of this chapter)