How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 88 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (9)

  [Wen Xien: woo...]

   However, Wen Xien took a step back, which was misunderstood by them as disgust.

   The two eunuchs, who had little respect for Rong Yiqing in the first place, pulled up the boy who was still on the ground regardless of how they acted like they were treating animals.

  The prince looked at him and hid behind Wen Xien with disgust, "It turns out that it's you, you are so courageous, you still don't go and find my kite, if you can't find it, you won't come back!"

  Rong Yiqing lowered his head, the exposed skin was pale without a trace of blood, he was like a ghost wandering in the underworld, gloomy.

  The prince frowned. He really didn't want to see this person again, so he took Wen Xien and left.

   Wen Xien's footsteps speeded up quietly, she felt that the eyes behind her were watching her every move covertly, and those eyes were shining on her body, which gave her the illusion of being naked.

  Wen Xien wanted to cry but had no tears in his heart.

  Prince's bedroom is resplendent, with a dazzling array of rare ornaments, all of which are valuable treasures, but they are all piled up in an inconspicuous corner like the prince throws worthless things.

  Prince bowed his body, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, looking for the gelatinous cream that he threw at random.

   He stuffed the cream into Wen Xien's hand, "Fourth brother, help me apply it!"

   "Can't you paint yourself?"

  Prince frowned tightly, and said coquettishly, "No, I want the fourth brother to help me paint."

   Although Wen Xien was impatient, he still lifted the red cap of the porcelain bottle and dipped a piece of light blue paste with his fingertips.

   took the palm of the prince, smeared the wound in the palm, and rubbed it evenly with the pulp of the fingers.

   Wen Xien's movements are not gentle, but the prince, who has always been squeamish and can't stand the pain, is delighted.

  Wen Xien put the porcelain bottle away after he wiped it for him, pushed the prince to the side who wanted to get close to her, and said with a cold face, "Don't bother me."

  Rong Yan was pushed to the ground by the young man without realizing it, looking up at the young man in white clothes Shengxue, his face was a little overwhelmed: "Fourth brother..."

   Wen Xien saw the prince like this, so he had to pull him up again.

   "Fourth brother...you just stay in the East Palace and play with me, okay?"

   Wen Xien glanced at him, "I'm going back to Wenshu."

  The prince was anxious: "Then...then let's review the book together."

  Wen Xien originally wanted to refuse, but seeing the prince's extremely aggrieved and looking forward to it, it seemed that as soon as she refused, she would cry out of grievance.

   Wen Xien sighed, the meanness in his eyebrows faded, and he reluctantly agreed.

  The prince happily pulled him onto the soft couch, which was very wide and could easily fit into the boy.

  The prince glanced at the book and then at Wen Xi'en, but after sitting for a while, he couldn't do it any more. He didn't read any of the contents of the book, and he felt sleepy as soon as he saw the book.

   "Fourth brother..."

   The prince called out softly, not daring to speak loudly.

   Wen Xien seemed to be fascinated by the book, and ignored him for a long time.

   The young man sat upright and straight, the white jade on his forehead seemed to be glowing, and his side face was as white as snow, like an angel in the sky, not as beautiful as a real person.

  The sun shone on the lotus flower in the casement, and the white robes had blooming flower shadows, Rong Yan was stunned.

   "Fourth brother..."

  Wen Xien's clothes were torn off, she turned her face away, the prince smiled with crooked eyes, holding a piece of cake in his hand, and said timidly, "eat"

   (end of this chapter)