How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 101 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (22)

  How can he be willing to be arrogant and arrogant, even if he beats the fourth prince everywhere, there will never be a position for him in the eyes of the father.

   Knowing the temperament of the second prince, Concubine Shu sighed lightly, raised her hand and grabbed his wrist: "Bo'er, please bear with me, concubine will not harm you."

  Rong Bo lowered his head and pursed his thin lips tightly. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "I understand, Erchen."

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   A man in blue clothes held a writing brush and dropped it on the snow-white rice paper.

After   , he put down the brush and looked at the elegant and subtle characters on the rice paper on the desk.

   Looking at it, Rong Yiqing slammed the upward arc of his mouth, his fingers folded together, and the rice paper was crumpled and shredded by him.

   In the timid and pure eyes, there seems to be an unknown dim light floating, and the hand on the table can't help clenching tightly.

Rong Yiqing's eyebrows and eyes are extremely harmless and gentle, and the entire facial line is soft and non-aggressive. He is the type that is very easy for people to relax their defenses and be close to each other. In addition, he is still young, and his eyebrows are a little bit more intense. Childish, but also gives a simple feeling.

  However, his eyes at the moment were like a cold thin knife quenched with poison, and with this face, it looked out of order.

   He took a deep breath and suppressed the dry fire in his heart.

   picked up the brush again, and the ink fell on the rice paper. Just after writing two words, I couldn't bear it any longer and threw the brush directly on the ground.

   He was panting heavily, tearing the rice paper with a grim look.

why! why!

  Rong Yiqing trembled with his right hand. No matter whether he was in the previous life or this life, the fourth brother taught him the characters himself, which made the characters he wrote were very similar to the fourth brother.

   In this life, the fourth brother will suddenly become interested, and he will come to teach him how to practice calligraphy, so that when he sees this character, he thinks of the events of his previous life.

   Over there, the feeling of the wild dog biting bit by bit seemed to come again, and he was almost numb and let the wild dog bite.

  It hurts, my whole body hurts!

   That kind of pain, boundless despair, he still remembers clearly to this day.

   He can't forget it! Never forget!

   Rong Yiqing seemed to fall into a kind of conjecture, his pale forehead was covered with cold sweat.

  The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the desk through the casement, half of Rong Yiqing's face was hidden in the shadows, and a dangerous storm was gradually brewing in the depths of his dark eyes.

   Suddenly.

   The brush that was thrown on the ground was picked up by a slender, white and tender hand like a green onion, followed by a cold fragrance.

   "How come you're still getting angry while practicing calligraphy."

  Someone's unique and cold voice sounded, like a mountain and a clear spring, and there was a bit of jokes in the words.

  The boy is dressed in white, and the sleeves are embroidered with silver threads.

  Rong Yiqing tensed up instantly, but didn't dare to raise his face, but he was afraid of making the boy unhappy, so he controlled the expression on his face and raised his head.

  Wen Xien has a kind of innate arrogance and nobility in her body, so that she can easily distinguish herself from other living beings.

   In his last life, he always felt that being in the same room with Wen Xien was an insult to this nobleman.

   But who would know that this nobleman had hidden such unknown thoughts towards him.

   "Fourth Brother..."

  Rong Yiqing bit his lip, his eyes were flushed, he took the boy's hand, he saw the boy smiling happily, and seemed to enjoy his closeness.

   (end of this chapter)