How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 129

   Chapter 129 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (51)

fake……

   must be false.

  What kind of fairy is Wen Xien, he is obviously a ghost who wants his life!

   He was just confused by Wen Xien's hypocritical appearance. He thought that his already riddled heart would not hurt anymore, but it happened just now.

   Funny pain?

  How ridiculous.

   Pale and gloomy face, dark and dull eyes flashed a **** red light, and pale lips evoked a morbid and eccentric smile.

   is about to end. At that time, Wen Xien will reveal her true face, revealing the mind that has begun to rot inside, and tear her mask apart from now on.

  When the time comes, he will definitely take everything back from the previous life slowly.

  Wen Xien was fascinated by the passing carriage until someone tapped her shoulder lightly.

   I don't know when the little **** who appeared beside Wen Xien was touching the snow on her shoulder with his head down.

   Feeling Wen Xien's gaze, the little **** handed her the hot stove in his hand.

   The little eunuch's face was flushed red from the cold, and he said solemnly, "Master, your face is flushed from the cold, so you should go back quickly."

   Wen Xien smiled, took the hand stove, and the oil-paper umbrella in his hand was immediately caught by the little eunuch.

   The little **** held up the umbrella respectfully, preventing Wen Xien from getting half a minute of snow stains.

   He stood beside Wen Xien, blocking the cold wind for Wen Xien, his dark blue **** uniform was rustled by the wind.

   The cold, unconscious hand was much better. The breath she exhaled was white mist, "Sheng'er, what was your original last name?"

   The little **** became nervous all of a sudden, he stumbled and said, "The servant... the servant's surname is Yang."

   "Yang Sheng?"

   The cold voice spit out these two words, with a different meaning.

   Yang Sheng swallowed and said in a thin voice, "Yes, servant Yang Sheng."

   "Good name." Wen Xien glanced at him sideways, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which was not very obvious.

  Yang Shengqing couldn't help staring directly at Wen Xien's face. As the ninth prince said, he really had no rules at all, since he dared to stare at the fourth prince so recklessly.

   But when Wen Xien really met his gaze, Yang Sheng immediately lowered his eyelashes, his long eyelashes trembling uneasy.

   Wen Xien came to the study, and the tea on the table was turned over and the white rice paper was arranged casually.

   Yang Sheng went to clean up when he saw this, and Wen Xien stopped his movements when he saw his cold, red and swollen fingers.

   The little **** looked at Wen Xien in confusion, he just hoped to do more for his master, for fear that his master would leave him.

   Yang Sheng really doesn't want to go back to the days when he was always bullied by others when he didn't have enough food and clothing.

   Just when he stood there with a bewildered expression on his face, Wen Xien pulled out a small porcelain-white bottle from the side.

   In the confused eyes of the little eunuch, Wen Xien handed him the porcelain bottle.

   Yang Sheng didn't dare to take it, because this medicine looked very precious, how could he dare to touch such a thing with a humble status.

   "Minions... slaves." Yang Sheng couldn't utter a complete sentence, his small white face turned pale.

   His lips trembled, "Master..."

   "Take it." Wen Xien said lightly.

   took it with trembling hands, Yang Sheng knelt on the ground and kowtowed loudly, "Thank you, master, the master is so good to the slaves, the slaves don't know what to do."

   Yang Sheng said that his voice became weaker and weaker. He wiped the corners of his eyes, and his heart was full of pain.

   He used to be a self-righteous noble son, but overnight, he became a **** who could be deceived by everyone.

  I thought his life would be so rotten all the time, but I didn't expect...

   Someone grabbed his arm and helped him up, Yang Sheng lowered his head even harder, tears fell from his thin chin, drop by drop, unstoppable.

  Yang Sheng's tender almond eyes were misted with mist. He shook his head and sobbed, "Master... the servants are not afraid of anything, I'm just afraid that the master thinks the servants are annoying and useless."

   Wen Xien sighed, his arrogant brows softened, and the slightest gentleness could almost drown people in it.

   "Since you follow me, as long as you don't do anything wrong, I will naturally not leave you."

Yang Sheng broke into a smile, with some powder on his white face, and his eyelashes were slightly drooping, covering the emotions in his eyes. No one saw the malicious success in his eyes, which formed an extreme contrast with his expression, the contrast was so great Thriller.

   A person who was trapped in a dark swamp, how could he climb out cleanly alone.

   Wen Xien just wanted to ask the palace servants to come in to clean up the study, but found that the delicate vase on the bookcase moved a little bit.

   Her face sank, she moved the vase to the side, and a small hidden compartment appeared.

   He opened the sandalwood box and was relieved to find that the contents were still there.

   But after realizing why the vase was displaced, Rong Yiqing's face suddenly flashed in his mind.

  Wen Sheen:  …

  [Wen Xien grimaces: It's over, I feel like my death is coming. ]

[The system said kindly: Silly boy, it's still early. People may first grind you off a layer of skin, divide your corpse in five horses, and then throw your limbs in the wolf dog's den. Not a single corpse will be left, alas, more Poor child. ]

  [Wen Xien: ...don't think I didn't hear your laughter. ]

  Yang Sheng saw that Wen Xien's lips were getting tighter and tighter, her pale lips were white, and her gloomy expression was extremely solemn.

   The tiger talisman in her hand was tightly squeezed by her, her knuckles turning white.

   "Master..."

   This soft call woke Wen Xien up, she took a step back, her thin body was shaky.

   Fortunately, Yang Sheng moved quickly, so he supported Wen Xien.

The soft touch in his arms, the burning incense in the study, the rich and luxurious fragrance of the person in his arms became more and more intense, and it was mixed with the cold fragrance that came out of her bones. Qing today is He Xi.

   But before he had time to reminisce, the touch and scent in his arms disappeared.

   Wen Xien said softly, "No way."

   Her voice was very small, as if the wind would blow away, as if speaking to herself.

  Yang Sheng stood by and watched, tilting his head slightly, his expression was unclear.

   He put his fingertips on the tip of his nose and sniffed, a smile appeared on his white face.

  Why does the master seem to be in pain?

  It turns out that the master who has always been in the high-end will also have troubles.

  When the snow stopped, the plum blossoms also bloomed more beautifully. In the white snow, they were particularly conspicuous, just like a scene of thick ink and splendor on the snow-white white paper.

   began to abuse~

   (end of this chapter)

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