Chapter 106: Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to say desolate (27)
Chapter 106 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (27)
He suddenly thought of the first time he looked at the boy, turned his head inexplicably and looked at the boy beside him.
The bright and dim light shone on the boy's body. On her mask, if it was on her lightly pursed lips, her lips were very beautiful and light in color.
Rong Bo thought, if it was deeper, it would definitely be more gorgeous.
At this moment, those eyes that were quenched with starlight reflected the glittering prosperity around them.
Rong Bo couldn't wait to take off the mask that was obstructing the eyes of the boy, and wanted to see more clearly the bright starlight in those eyes.
When the young man turned to leave, Rong Bo, who had no idea what he was thinking, followed, trying to find out which aristocratic family he was.
For this young man, Rong Bo admires him very much. He is sure that the talent and erudition of the young man are not comparable to ordinary people.
But in the crowded official road, Rong Bo was distanced from him after a while, and he rarely felt anxious in his heart.
He knew that this emotion was because he was afraid that in the future, the young man's talents would be discovered by outsiders, and others would take the lead. It would be hard to tell at that time.
The boy in front seemed to have been hit by someone, the fox mask fell to the ground, and half of his untied crow-colored hair drew a beautiful arc.
From Rong Bo's perspective, only a touch of white in the crow's hair can be seen, and the rest cannot be seen.
Rong Bo knew a characteristic of this person, the boy was very white.
Several men holding children passed by calmly in front of Bo, he looked again, and the figure of the boy had disappeared.
His eyes were deep like a pool, and it took him a long time to reach the place where the boy just disappeared.
Bends down and picks up the fox-shaped mask that was abandoned on the ground, wipes the dust on it, rubs the lines on it with the pads of his fingers, and Rong Bo's black eyes gradually deepen.
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Wen Xien found most of the officials, and finally found the prince by the lotus pond.
The prince was stunned when he saw her expression, and was about to cry: "Fourth brother—"
His tall body rushed over like this, but Wen Xien took a lot of effort to catch him.
But when he touched the wetness of his hand, Wen Xien's expression changed, "What's the matter? The clothes are so wet, why haven't you returned to the palace? Why are you standing here stupidly!"
The prince just hugged her and didn't say anything. Even though he was wet, his body temperature was extremely hot, even through the cloth, Wen Xien could feel it.
Wen Xien noticed something was wrong, and immediately brought the prince back to the palace, and sent someone to call the imperial doctor.
When the imperial doctor rushed over, the prince's face was already red with burning, and the breath he exhaled was scorching hot.
The imperial doctor gave the prince a few injections and prescribed some medicine before leaving.
Wen Xien instructed the maid to boil the medicine, and then asked the palace servants who were guarding in the bedroom to guard outside the door.
Wen Xien stayed by the bed and sighed: "It's already stupid enough, what if it burns even more stupidly."
The prince looked at the young man in front of him in a daze, not knowing whether it was uncomfortable or what, with tears streaming down his red eyes, drop by drop on the soft pillow, he said in a polite voice, "It's all your fault... If you don't run around..."
How could he slip and fall into the pool in a hurry, when the suffocating feeling came to his face, Rong Yan was stunned, and he spent a lot of effort to climb out of the pool.
Standing on the bank of the river blowing the cold wind, Rong Yan hoped more urgently that the white figure that he had been relying on in his heart would appear in front of him immediately.
(end of this chapter)