How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 155

Chapter 155 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (77)

Rong Yiqing raised his hand to cover his face, and laughed deeply. His laughter was hoarse, it sounded like laughing, but also like crying.

"Do you know what she called you just now? Called you imperial brother! That fool is dead! Dead! Even when he is dead, he still misses him every day!"

After Rong Bo put the person on the bed, he didn't care about the blood on his hands, and hurriedly instructed the palace servant next to him, "Call the imperial doctor!"

The palace staff are almost familiar with the imperial physician, and only one glance at the other party can tell who sent the other party.

Only at such a close distance could Rong Bo clearly perceive the slower and slower pulse of the person under his palm, as well as the severity of the injury on the whole body.

The clothes on the whole body were almost smashed to pieces, and behind each of the torn clothes, there was an obvious scratch, and the blood soaked the brocade clothes with stickiness.

The face that used to be calm and confident was now only pale, and the eyes closed like a corpse without any temperature.

Soon, the palace servant came back with the imperial doctor, and as soon as he arrived, Rong Bo, who had an anxious and frightened face on his face, was dragged to the bedside and said, "Let's take a look at Ranran."

The imperial doctor was startled when he saw the person on the bed, and immediately took a look at the person behind him. Wen Xien was also a prince after all, and now...

When Wen Xien's breathing gradually calmed down and the wound on his body was bandaged, the imperial doctor asked the palace servant to follow him to get medicine.

Rong Bo has always had a cold and handsome face as gentle as water. He arranged some messy hair for Wen Xien and tucked the quilt.

But when he thought of the people behind him, and who was responsible for Wen Xien's injury, the anger and killing intent that had been suppressed in his heart soared.

When he came to the study, Rong Bo looked at the next song with determination. Rong Yiqing, who had not said a word since the incident, finally couldn't hold back the surging storm under his eyes, and smashed the inkstone beside him with a bang. to people's feet.

shouted angrily: "You are so bold!!!"

Rong Yiqing just raised his eyebrows with a creepy smile on his lips.

Rong Bo just gritted his teeth, his face was gloomy, and he stared at Rong Yiqing calmly, "How did I explain to you at that time! How did you promise me!"

Hearing this, Rong Yiqing sneered, "Now that you are on the throne, I have fulfilled my promise, how about you? Do you still remember the promise?"

Rong Bo's face changed, he recalled their deal at the time, Rong Bo has always been a man of his word, but this time...

Rong Yiqing noticed Rong Bo's expression, and slowly stepped forward, the expression on his face gradually disappeared, he said blankly, "Now, you have no right to care, Rong Ran belongs to me, and I alone."

He aggravated his tone, as if emphasizing something, "I can do whatever I want to her, and I don't need others to take care of her."

What Rong Bo can't deny is that Rong Yiqing has indeed helped him a lot. If it wasn't for Rong Yiqing, he would have been uncomfortable on this road, and the price was just Wen Xien, who had been at odds with him since he was a child. He felt that it was especially worthwhile. , you can sit on the throne again, and you can get rid of an enemy effortlessly, how wonderful?

But I don't know when it started, Rong Bo didn't feel better. I don't know if it started with the lanterns that year, or a release that year.

No matter that time, Rong Bo was reluctant to part with it at first. Now the father who spoiled her is dead, and the crown prince is dead. In this world, only Rong Bo can truly treat her well, and only he can give her everything she wants.

Glory, wealth, fame, power, as long as Wen Xien said a word, Rong Bo would satisfy her.

He will treat her better than the prince, so that Wen Xien will never leave anyone else's shadow in his heart.

Now... get rid of those who are annoying.

"Someone." Rong Bo said coldly.

Several guards opened the door and entered, surrounded Rong Yiqing with swords in hand.

Up to now, what Rong Yiqing still doesn't understand.

But Rong Yiqing didn't panic at all, he even laughed, he seemed to like laughing very much, and every time he laughed, it would give people a sweet and sweet feeling, which was very infectious.

Just as the guards were slowly approaching, Rong Yiqing said slowly, "If you catch me, Rong Ran will not want to live anymore."

Rong Bo immediately panicked, he hurried forward and grabbed Rong Yiqing's collar, his eyes couldn't hide the panic, "What do you mean! What did you do to Ranran!"

The man was restless like a wild beast, but the emotion in his eyes betrayed him.

Rong Yiqing smiled even more happily, "I'm dead, she doesn't want to live either."

As soon as he finished speaking, the urgent voice of the palace servant sounded outside the door, "Your Majesty, it's not good, the Fourth Prince..."

Before the palace servant could finish speaking, the door was opened. Rong Bo's dark and tyrannical face frightened the palace servant's heart. Originally, Rong Bo and Rong Yan had similar eyebrows, especially Getting angry, the palace servant seemed to see Rong Yan himself, and his legs went weak with fright.

As soon as Rong Bo entered the bedroom, he saw Wen Xien surrounded by palace servants.

As soon as those palace servants saw Rong Bo, they immediately dispersed.

Kneeled down one by one.

The imperial doctor said, "Your Majesty, the fourth prince has been poisoned, and the old minister is not talented. This poisonous old minister can't be cured..."

"Quack doctor!"

suddenly shouted, interrupting the imperial doctor's words, Rong Bo closed his eyes, the face hidden in the shadows, the face that was not afraid of a single point in front of ten thousand lions, was embarrassed and vulnerable at this time.

clenched his fists tightly, and seemed to realize that his reaction was too violent. He waved away the unsightly person in front of him and walked to Wen Xien's bed.

Wen Xien had woken up, her face was paler than before, but her expression was even more empty.

Rong Bo reached out and touched Wen Xien's thin face, but before he touched it, he was slammed away by Wen Xien, who had been silent.

Wen Xien resisted and stepped back, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pale lips were pursed tightly.

"Go away..." The hoarse voice was barely audible.

Rong Bo grabbed Wen Xien's thin shoulder, with no trace of calm and rationality on his face, he said as gently as possible, "Of course, it's me, I'm the second emperor brother."

However, Wen Xien just replied with one word: "Go away...don't touch me."

Rong Bo couldn't stand Wen Xien like this, he forcibly pressed Wen Xien's thin shoulder, looking excited, "I'm the emperor, I won't hurt you."

Snapped--

A heavy slap in the face, in the horrified eyes of countless palace servants, was slapped on the man's face by Wen Xien.

Put-

Outside the hall, countless palace servants who heard this slap in the face were so frightened that they all knelt down, trembling all over, only to dig out their own eyes and poke the deaf ears.

This is not something that these servants should watch, they should listen to, every move is a matter of head, and the palace servants keep their heads down, eager to get into the cracks in the ground.

(end of this chapter)

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