How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 131

   Chapter 131 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (53)

   Rong Bo got up and was about to leave, but it could be seen that Rong Yiqing was always staring at the painting. He was not very interested at first, but when he passed by him, he glanced out of the corner of his eye.

   The footsteps stopped suddenly, this calligraphy and painting... This calligraphy and painting was handwritten by the master Li Zhiyue!

   Exactly six years ago, the Lantern Festival was the reward for guessing charades.

   The white figure that night suddenly appeared in my mind, those eyes that were brighter and purer than the stars.

   Rong Bo has never given up on the person he was looking for. At first, he just wanted to recruit such talents. After all, there are not many people with such talents.

   As time went on, Rong Bo's heart became more and more intolerable, and he felt a feather brush gently over his restless heart, making it more and more itchy.

  This caused him to lose his demeanor when he saw the calligraphy and painting. He pointed to the painting and asked excitedly, "How did you get this calligraphy and painting?"

  Rong Yi is not clear, so most of the words hanging on the wall were sent by Wen Xien, and there was nothing to hide, because all the good things he had here were sent by Wen Xien.

   "It was sent by the fourth brother."

   When Rong Bo heard this answer, the excitement on his face dissipated a little, but his heart, which was beating violently, couldn't calm down.

   He touched the calligraphy and painting almost obsessively, and said softly, "Where did she find it?"

   He spoke in a very soft voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone, and his slender fingers slowly stroked the calligraphy and painting, as if it were a description, but also a memory.

  This memory must be good, otherwise, how could the second prince, who has never lost his manners, show such a floating expression.

  Rong Yiqing didn't take it to heart. He thought that Rong Bo was simply liking the painting. After all, the painting was really beautiful.

   "This painting is from Master Li Zhiyue."

   The state of excitement in Rong Bo's heart has not yet subsided, on the contrary, it has become more and more enthusiastic.

   "Who did she get it from?" Rong Bo said word by word, extremely patient.

   This painting was given by Wen Xien several years ago. Wen Xien has given so many good things, how could Rong Yiqing know who got these things from?

  'This painting can be different. '

  The person with picturesque eyebrows and eyes has a proud expression, but the tips of his ears are silently red.

'What is the difference? 'he asks.

  The man turned his head, as if he dared not look into his eyes, staring at a corner of the void.

   From this angle, you can see the person's snow-white face without a trace of flaws, the pale lips are lightly pursed, and there is an inexplicable shy look.

  'This is what I got by myself while guessing word riddles. Unlike others, I will take you out of the palace to see the lanterns next year. That night…it was beautiful. '

   This picture suddenly flashed in my mind, clearly, as if it appeared yesterday.

   "Is there a charade at the Lantern Festival?" Rong Yiqing asked curiously.

   Rong Bo was shocked, his throat was a little dry, "Yes..."

  Rong Yiqing laughed unintelligibly, "Fourth brother said that he would take me to see the lanterns, that the night was beautiful, and that he would also go to guess word puzzles and give it to me."

   Although the corners of his mouth were curved, his eyes were terrifyingly cold.

   "So it is... so it is."

  Rong Bo closed his eyes, his thumbs under his sleeves rubbed each other uncontrollably for a moment, and the hot tip of his tongue patiently licked his back molars.

   A dark flame gradually ignited in his heart, and the flame was so hot that it almost burned him out, hurting others and even himself.

   Unbearably rolled his Adam's apple, Rong Bo's voice was hoarse, "Give me this calligraphy and painting."

   This is the first time that Rong Bo has asked for something from others. His self-esteem and his arrogant character have never allowed him to ask for something from others.

   But this time, as long as he thought that he could get this calligraphy and painting, his heart became hot, and this wonderful feeling covered his discomfort.

  Rong Yiqing turned his head to look at him, his expression dark and unclear, but Rong Bo had closed his eyes, making it impossible to understand his thoughts.

   After a while, Rong Yiqing said casually, "I still have many paintings and calligraphy by Master Li Zhiyue here. If Brother Erhuang likes it, I can give them all to you."

   Rong Bo seemed to fall into a kind of imaginary, a morbid flush rushed to his cheeks, he closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembled uncomfortably.

   "No..." He said hoarsely, "I only need to draw."

   The smile on Rong Yiqing's face faded, the delicate and fair face was originally well-behaved and harmless, but the pale and gloomy eyebrows destroyed this perspective.

   Rong Yiqing said casually, "Since the second emperor likes it, let's take it."

   Rong Bo, who had his eyes closed, opened his eyes and carefully put away the calligraphy and painting, not daring to fold it.

   He took this calligraphy and painting and left in a hurry. When Rong Bo pushed the door and walked out, gusts of cold wind blew in, blowing up all the white rice paper on the table, and several of them fell to the ground.

  Rong Yiqing was shivered by the wind and shouted coldly, "Don't close the door yet."

   Rong Yiqing, who has been suffering since eating, can't stand it just by blowing some cold wind?

   Fourth brother...you really spoiled me...

   His body was cold, but Rong Yiqing felt even colder in his heart.

  The palace man was frightened, and quickly closed the door.

Rong Yiqing stood for a while, picked up the rice paper on the ground, picked up the thick white paper in his hand, and threw it on the ground by the furious Rong Yiqing, who was dominated by inexplicable anger and had no thoughts at all. With extra thought, he kicked over the table in front of him, and all of a sudden, the pen, ink, and tea set on the table slammed onto the floor, making a loud noise.

   The flowing ink stained the snow-white rice paper, and also stained Rong Yiqing's eyes red.

  The palace servants who were guarding outside the door listened to the loud banging, and they didn't even dare to let out the air, and kept their heads down.

After nearly half an hour, the sound of ping ping pong pong gradually stopped, the original neat study turned into a mess, the tables and chairs were overturned, the ground was broken, and the ground was mottled with dark red blood. , Rong Yiqing stood blankly.

   In the mess, Rong Yiqing's entire face was hidden in shadows, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

   In the dead silence, Rong Yiqing finally spoke.

   "Throw away these calligraphy and paintings."

  The palace servant came in with his head lowered, his eyes lowered and he dared not take a second look. His hands were shaking when he put away the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

After    was finished, the palace servant breathed a sigh of relief, but when he stepped out of the door with one foot, Rong Yiqing, who had been standing there, let out a sound.

   "Do not throw."

  The palace staff paused, holding the calligraphy and painting in the whistling cold wind. The cold wind made the already chaotic study even more chaotic, and the paper and books rustled.

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