How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 107 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (28)

   But he stood there and waited for a long time, only to feel that the blood flowing on his body was getting colder and colder, but the figure refused to appear for a long time.

  Wen Xien knew that the prince would be squeamish and sensitive as long as he was cold and sick. No one could say a word, otherwise he would lose his temper.

  The boy nodded helplessly, "Yes, yes, blame me."

  The prince's fingers were still tightly grasping the corner of the boy's clothes. His tough face was morbidly red and his voice was hoarse. "You run around again...I'll let the emperor break your legs..."

  Wen Xien raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the burnt and confused person, and said lightly, "It doesn't look stupid, it will threaten people."

   After spending a few days with the prince in the East Palace, Wen Xien came out. She saw Li Zhiyue's calligraphy and painting in the study, and suddenly remembered that the painting had not been sent to Rong Yiqing Palace.

  Wen Xien thought about it, and asked the maid who was close to him to send it over.

  Rong Yiqing was reading when he heard the palace servant say that the fourth prince had brought something.

  The palace man put the calligraphy and paintings on it, and went out consciously with a low eyebrow.

  Rong Yiqing stared at the calligraphy and painting on the case with a calm expression like water. He sneered and smoothed the calligraphy and painting.

The purpose of    is a pair of clear waters and green mountains, and there are two quatrains. Rong Yiqing knew that it was written by Li Zhiyue.

   He remembered that in the last life, Wen Xien didn't pay so much attention to him. Although he would send some things over, he never paid much attention, just like teasing cats and dogs.

   However, in this life, he just mentioned Li Zhiyue's name in front of Wen Xien casually, and within a few days, he sent Li Zhiyue's hard-to-find calligraphy and paintings.

   Fourth brother, fourth brother, should I call you innocent or stupid...

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  The prince's age is up, he starts to go to the morning court, and he has many trivial matters, but Wen Xien's Changle Palace is a lot deserted.

   It is the splendid spring, the tree is full of pink flowers, one is adorned with another, it is gorgeous and full of vitality.

  Wen Xien has always been lazy in his Changle Hall, his hair like ink is only tied with a blue hairband, changed into loose clothes, and sat under a tree reading a book.

  Rong Yiqing made a pot of tea for her and poured it for her.

   Like a cat, he rested his chin on the thin and thin shoulders of the teenager, and read the book with Wen Xien.

   Wen Xien held the scroll with one hand, his eyes fell on the scroll, the broken sunlight sprinkled on her clothes, and she held the posture of a jade-like son.

   When Rong Bo came to Changle Hall, he didn't tell anyone, and the palace staff didn't have time to report to the second prince and stepped in.

   Rong Bo came to Changle Hall, only outside the palace gate he saw Wen Xien sitting under a tree.

The boy was holding the scroll in his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were calm, and he lost his former pride. The man with his chin resting on the boy's shoulder was playing with a flower the size of the mouth of a bowl, with gorgeous petals stacked against the boy's white jade-like face. , people are more delicate than flowers.

   "Fourth brother...how can you ignore me when you read the book, I don't understand this sentence..." Rong Yiqing rubbed the face of the young man with the petals, his tone was a kind of spoiled by the young man.

   Wen Xien, who always hated being disturbed while reading, just tilted his head, frowning his picturesque eyebrows, and asked in a low voice, "That sentence doesn't work?"

   Rong Yiqing casually pointed to one, but the young man translated it very seriously.

   Rong Bo suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, but more of it was unbelievable.

   (end of this chapter)