How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 89 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (10)

   Wen Xien didn't like to be disturbed when he was reading, so he pushed his hand away. The cake fell on the ground and rolled a few times.

  The prince was so uncomfortable, his face flushed with anxiety, he took another piece and said eagerly: "This is delicious, fourth brother."

  Wen Xien stood up directly this time, looked at him condescendingly, and threw the plate of pastries to the ground, trying to get angry and smashing things, but looking at Rong Yan's terrified eyes, he stopped the anger in his heart.

   "If you do this again, I'll go straight back to the palace."

  The prince panicked all of a sudden, he immediately sat down obediently: "Fourth brother, I'm obedient, don't go."

   Wen Xien gave him a cold look, then sat down and continued to read the book.

   Waiting for Wen Xien's eyes to become sour, he turned to look at the casement, the light had dimmed.

   She went to see the prince and found that the prince had fallen asleep on his desk at some point, with a sparkling liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth.

  Wen Xien: ...This fool.

  Although he was extremely disgusted, Wen Xien still showed a rare tenderness and coaxed the prince to sleep on the bed.

   Standing beside the bed, looking at the young and innocent Rong Yan, Wen Xien covered him with a quilt.

  The prince snorted coquettishly, and seemed to see a face in a daze. He couldn't resist the sleepiness, but he murmured: "Fourth brother..."

   The young man laughed dumbly and scolded lightly, "Fool."

   As soon as Wen Xien stepped out of the prince's bedroom, he saw the passing maid holding a kite that had been dropped in the afternoon, and it seemed to be dripping with water.

  Wen Xien stopped the maid and asked, "Who found this kite?"

   The palace maid lowered her head, "Back to the fourth prince, the ninth prince found it."

   "Where did you find it?"

  The maid hesitated for a while before saying, "I found it in the river in the imperial garden."

   It is the beginning of autumn, it is not very cold yet, but the temperature at night is still relatively low.

   Wen Xien went out of the East Palace and did not go back to the palace, but went to another road.

   She didn't walk long when she saw the thin figure.

  The boy walked slowly, as if every step took all his strength.

  Wen Xien followed behind him, the boy swayed, looking at her heartbroken, always felt that Rong Yiqing would fall down in the next second.

   Sure enough, before he took a few steps, the thin boy suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, which was painful to hear.

  Wen Xien walked to the boy's side and watched the boy curl up with all his might, his lips were frozen purple, his whole body was shaking slightly, he looked so pitiful.

  The boy bent down and gently hugged the boy, only to realize that the boy was so thin and pitiful that he had no weight at all.

   As soon as Rongqing felt the heat source, he subconsciously clinged to it, and his hands wrapped around the boy like vines.

   The tip of the nose was wrapped with a faint fragrance, which smelled very good, and Rong Yiqing couldn't control the stickiness even tighter.

   "Cold...so cold."

  Rong Yiqing rubbed the boy's chin, absorbing the infatuation temperature. At this time, he could only obey the instinct of life.

   But the temptation and fragrance that make people crave, leave after a while, just like a dream.

  Rong Yiqing waved his hands in a daze, a desperate whimper from his throat: "Don't...don't go - please."

   But Rong Yiqing never smelled that nice cold fragrance. He wanted to open his eyes, but he felt as if his eyes were glued. In the slit, he seemed to see a white figure.

   (end of this chapter)