How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight: Chapter 149 Thousands of miles of lonely grave, nowhere to say desolate 71

   Chapter 149 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (71)

  Three years passed in an instant, Yang Sheng has faded from the original soft and beautiful outline and showed a bit of a man's heroic spirit, but because he has not seen the sun all the year round, his face is still a bit pale. The sharp lower jaw lined the dark red lips, and there was a strange smell.

   "Master, Rong Bo has already raised his troops."

   Wen Xien, who was lying on the bed, turned his head and looked over, the thin redness in his tearful eyes had not yet faded away.

"What did you say?!"

   Wen Xien's voice has become much hoarse, not as gorgeous as it used to be, but a little more provocative.

   "The tiger talisman and the jade seal are both in the hands of Rong Bo, and Rong Yan won't stay in this position for long."

   Holding the tiger talisman can indeed mobilize the forbidden army, but the jade seal is actually the real symbol. Many people do not know it, because this is the fruit emperor is afraid that the generals who hold the tiger talisman will be overshadowed by the master, so there is such a saying.

   Yang Sheng's eyes drooped down, and the curvature of the corners of his lips rose to an almost sharp edge. He gently pinned the strand of hair stuck to Wen Xien's mouth behind his ear.

"Snapped!"

   Yang Sheng's face was slapped to one side, Wen Xien's strength was very small, it didn't hurt at all, and his face didn't turn red, but his voice sounded louder.

Wen Xien hasn't had such a big mood swing for a long time. Her delicate and picturesque eyebrows and eyes were stained with anger, her skin was as pale as snow, and her whole face became vivid, "Who allowed you to do this! Are you crazy! "

Slowly turning his face around, Yang Sheng knelt on the ground without saying a word, tears of grievance overflowing from his eyes when he was beaten, "Master is thinking about the emperor now, the emperor has treated you like this, the servant is just I want to save you..."

  Wen Xien: ...If you continue like this, I will only die worse.

   Looking at the tears on his face, Wen Xien was in a complicated mood and whispered, "Call the emperor here."

"Do not."

   Yang Sheng didn't hesitate, his white face was full of tears and his lips were red, "Master, it's too late, Rong Bo's army has already arrived at the city gate."

Yang Sheng cried until his red and swollen eyes showed a ray of light, raised his face and grabbed Wen Xien's clothes, "Master, Rong Bo promised the servants that he would let you go, and you saved their lives, they will never How are you?"

   Throwing away Yang Sheng's hand, Wen Xien shook her head painfully, her eyes were slightly red with anger, and she looked even more like a red lotus in a pool, but she showed a goodbye.

   "Xiao Shengzi, why are you so confused..."

   "Master, this servant is not confused." Yang Sheng stood up slowly, holding down the person who wanted to get up from the bed, "You are the one who is confused, Master."

   Under Wen Xien's puzzled and surprised eyes, Yang Sheng stuffed a pill into Wen Xien's mouth.

Wen Xien immediately wanted to spit it out, but the pill melted in her mouth. She raised her head and wanted to ask, but found that she couldn't speak, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she could only say ah ah ah ah ah Screaming, the head began to dizzy.

   Yang Sheng gently settled Wen Xien on the bed, and carefully tucked the quilt for her.

   He said: "Master, the servants will not harm you."

   "Your Majesty!"

   As soon as Rong Yan entered the inner hall, Yang Sheng rushed to his feet, his face full of panic.

   "What's wrong?" Rong Yan frowned.

   Yang Sheng seemed to have already cried, he kowtowed heavily, "Master she..."

   Before he could finish speaking, Rong Yan had already thrown him off and rushed into the inner hall.

   Wen Xien slept on the bed, covered with a silk quilt, and the exposed snow-white arms were full of bruises.

   "Ran Ran!" Rong Yan sat on the edge of the bed, and his heart trembled when he touched Wen Xien's cold body.

   Rong Yan held up Wen Xien's cheek, only to feel that the palm of his hand was cold, the coldness would freeze his heart!

   He was fine before he left, so why...

  Why all of a sudden...

  The thrown Yang Sheng walked in, Rong Yan wrapped Wen Xien in the quilt, Wen Xien moved his fingers, trying to grab the corner of his clothes, but the precious silk just flashed past her fingertips.

   Rong Yan walked to Yang Sheng in three and two steps, pinching his shoulders with both hands, "Tell me, but what happened?"

   Yang Sheng was also frightened, and murmured, "I don't know, the servant didn't know, after you left the emperor last night, the master fell asleep... The servant called her today, and she didn't wake up..."

   "There will be problems sooner rather than later, why didn't you tell me sooner!" Rong Yan almost shouted.

   Yang Sheng knelt down again, "Minions... Minions..."

Rong Yan's eyes were dark and terrifying, he pushed Yang Sheng away, and rushed to the bed to call Wen Xien's name, "Ran Ran-Ran Ran, you wake up..." He screamed in a hurry, and his eyes turned red. " Don't scare me, of course!"

   called for a long time, but Wen Xien just closed his eyes, and his breath was almost broken.

  Rong Yan was going crazy seeing her like this.

   Yang Sheng opened his hazy teary eyes and said intermittently, "I beg the emperor, please let the imperial doctor come to see the master..."

   Royal doctor! Yes, there is also a doctor!

Rong Yan, whose mind was blank, took a few steps back, and seeing Wen Xien's quilt was tucked away, he couldn't tell whether he was comforting himself or what, "Of course, the emperor will go to the imperial doctor for you... You will be well soon. Yes, soon!"

  Rong Yan hurriedly left without daring to delay for a moment. Yang Sheng, who was about to die from crying just now, wiped the tears from his face and walked to the bedside. There was no tear in his eyes that had been silent and indifferent.

Wen Xien was seriously ill, and Xuelian ginseng was sent to the Hall of Mental Cultivation as if he didn't need money. Rong Yan came more and more frequently. Every time he saw Wen Xien in a sleepy state, he would lose his temper, so people listened tremblingly. dare not say a word.

   In the early morning, anyone who accidentally touched the emperor's scales would be beheaded on the spot, and the people in the palace were panicked, afraid that the emperor would be dragged out and beheaded if he didn't like it.

  The prince who was guarding the door broke into a cold sweat when he heard the weak cries and gasps. He lowered his head stubbornly, wishing that he would lose his hearing at this moment, who told him to hear things he shouldn't have heard.

Yang Sheng was standing beside him at that time, his head bowed, his long hair covered all his emotions, the prince could not see his expression, he only felt that the cry did not raise a point, Yang Sheng His body trembled violently, and when he looked at his hand, he already had bloodstains gouged out by himself.

  Eunuch Wang couldn't see it anymore and called him. Yang Sheng suddenly raised his head, there were no tears in his eyes but hatred and murderous intent, and the prince looked at him with chills.

  Yang Sheng only glanced at him, then turned his head and left with a cup in his hand. He was tall and thin, but his footsteps were faltering at this moment, like an old man at dusk, slowly disappearing into the darkness.

   Yang Sheng looks too feminine and fair, and now he looks like a ghost.

  The prince shuddered.

   (end of this chapter)