How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 164

   Chapter 164 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (86)

   Rong Yiqing's consciousness gradually became dizzy.

   He burst into tears.

   "Ranran" and "Ranran" were called out loudly.

  Yang Sheng stood beside him and watched coldly, without a trace of emotion.

  Because all this is the person's fault, the poor person must have something to hate.

   Yang Sheng said expressionlessly:

   "Do you think the master will forgive you like this?"

  Rong Yiqing seemed to understand this sentence, he stopped shouting, just closed his eyes and wept silently, and finally left.

   "Xiao Jiu, I hurt so much."

   Wen Xien's voice was crying.

  Rong Yiqing woke up in a panic, but he couldn't see Wen Xien.

   "What's wrong, where is the pain, tell me Ranran, tell me."

   He begged Wen Xien to answer.

   Even if he knew he couldn't do anything.

   "My chest hurts so much."

   Wen Xien's voice was hoarse, he said:

   "Looking at Xiao Jiu like this, my chest hurts."

   Of course, I haven't asked you if your neck hurts.

   Obviously he vomited a lot of blood and dyed his clothes wet, so why didn't he cry or laugh?

  I now, when I think of you and the injuries you have suffered, I feel like I've died of pain, and the pain is suffocating.

"I love you."

   Wen Xien's voice disappeared.

  Rong Yiqing touched his chest, as if there was a hideous scar.

"I love you."

   Once Rong Yiqing went to an inescapable capital celebration party, a general who had a good relationship with him suddenly laughed ambiguous at the laughter, he clapped his hands and said:

   "Your Majesty, look up, what have I brought you?"

  Rong Yiqing raised his eyes slowly, he drank a little wine, and when his head was a little sore, he would touch his chest, as if it would relieve some of the pain.

   But just looking in that direction, his eyes were fixed.

   Standing there was a shy girl, with white skin and black hair, and noble eyebrows, who trembled and called out "Your Majesty."

   The voice is very gentle and a little hoarse.

General    thought this was a match in the eye, remembering the rumors that the emperor went mad for his dead wife before, and it was true. He had inquired about a lot of people and guessed the type that the emperor liked. The girl he prepared carefully was hoping that Rong Yiqing would get out of that shadow.

   was about to greet the girl to come and sit down, but Rong Yiqing, who was beside him, suddenly stood up.

  The endless anger ignited the fire in Rong Yiqing's heart that was about to go out.

   Fake.

   Fake! !

   He also pulls everything in front of him, in the name of Ran Ran's resemblance.

   So disgusting, so disgusting.

   When I saw the somewhat similar face, I felt that the last piece of pure land in my heart was touched by some disgusting people.

  Rong Yiqing went crazy again.

He picked up the wine bottle on the table, smashed it on the ground, and then picked up a piece of broken porcelain and swiped it on the face of the girl at the door. The girl didn't care about pretending to be shy, she screamed in horror and ran out .

   "Don't use the face of this face! Don't allow it! Don't allow it!"

   Like a mad dog.

The girl was driven away, and he was about to strike under the general's terrified eyes, or someone behind him suddenly recovered and hurriedly struck with a knife, and the man showing hatred shook his body and fell to the ground reluctantly. .

   The match was yellow, and the general came to apologize to Rong Yiqing. Rong Yiqing's madness had passed, he didn't say anything, and no one dared to touch his scales after that.

   Another year passed.

   Rong Yiqing couldn't take it any longer, and he began to slowly prepare for the funeral.

   He began to write his will.

   And ate a poison.

  Before his eyes and thoughts blurred together, Rong Yiqing seemed to see Wen Xien's figure. He didn't know if it was an illusion or Wen Xien really came to pick him up, but he was so surprised that he went crazy.

   he asked laboriously, "Are you here to pick me up? Don't leave me alone, okay?"

   Wen Xien couldn't answer, he looked at her quietly with tears in his eyes.

  Rong Yiqing raised his hand to touch her hair, as if he really felt the warmth of the soft hair passing through his fingers.

   His eyes were tender and loving, he seemed to understand something, his voice was hoarse and slow,

   "No need to answer. It's enough for me to hold on to you."

   Wen Xien said, "Forget it, Xiao Jiu, let's not get hurt, okay?"

   The tears on her face were not dry, her eyes were clear and gentle, her hoarse voice and the shrill wind sounded into Rong Yiqing's ears: "You have to be good in your next life."

  You must be fine, without me, you will be even better.

   But Rong Yiqing could no longer hear it.

  He thought he was dead, but...

   When he opened his eyes again, the surroundings were both familiar and unfamiliar.

  Rong Yiqing stared blankly at the bottom of his eyes. For a long time, he slightly raised his hand to cover his face, his body trembled slightly, and then he rang out with a little childish laughter, getting louder and louder.

   is dyed with a little madness, and I can't tell whether it is excitement or joy.

   Ran Ran Ran Ran…

  Look, I'm back to where I started.

   But this time, he is obedient and well-behaved.

   He will be obedient, never get angry again, never…

   So can this time, don't leave him alone again.

   But this time, Rong Yiqing didn't wait for Wen Xien.

   In the whole country of Yan, there is not a fourth prince named Rong Ran at all, but a stranger.

  She's gone...

   Rong Yiqing looked like everyone in the palace.

   No tolerance?

   The biggest panic in Rong Yiqing's heart, the guess that he was most reluctant to say before, finally became a fact.

  Prince was still pampered and playful at this time, and he almost dug out all the bird's nests in the palace, and he was restless every day.

   The second prince is still young, but he has a calm face every day like a little adult, but his eyebrows are still childish.

  Everything is so familiar, yet so unfamiliar.

   seems to carry the shadow of Wen Xien everywhere.

   Looking at all this, Rong Yiqing pursed his lips tightly.

   Finally, unable to bear it, he slowly squatted down, buried his head in his arms, trembled slightly, and finally burst into tears.

  His Ran Ran, this time, I really don't want him anymore.

   Then what is the significance of his rebirth? why……

  Why...

  Why do you do this to him, Rong Ran.

  How can you be so heartless, how can you be so cruel and leave him alone.

   How can I live if I want him to be alone?

The    sword was unsheathed, aimed at his heart, and stabbed.

   The blood was full of blood, and it was painful, but it was still warm.

  Rong Yiqing smiled, like a child, "Impossible, of course, don't even think about getting rid of me... Never think about it."

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