How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 117 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (39)

   As soon as Wen Xien stepped into the study, a teacup flew towards her, and she turned her head dangerously to avoid it.

   As soon as the boy raised his head, he met the prince's eyes full of anger.

   "Rong Ran! You still have my imperial brother in your eyes!"

   The young man had a cold and delicate face, like a snowy mountain in the deep winter, and even his voice was extremely cold, "Then do you still have my brother in your eyes?"

  The prince, who had a tyrannical nature, grabbed the china king boy who was at his hand and smashed it at the feet.

   Just as the palace servants who were guarding outside wanted to lean in to see what was going on, the door was slammed shut.

The prince glared at this handsome face, gritted his teeth and said, "What did you do? Don't I know? You and Rong Bo have been so close recently, do you think he is better than me? I'm more suitable for this position!"

   Speaking of the back, he almost shouted, his expression was so fierce, and his eyes were so fragile and wronged.

  The prince himself is not suitable for the court, his heart is not here, he doesn't like intrigue, he doesn't love the court's intrigue.

   Although the prince is a prince, he has no merit or extraordinary talent.

   He does not have the courage and knowledge of the fourth prince, nor the extraordinary ability of the second prince.

   He is not outstanding among several princes, and can even be called mediocre.

   But the second prince, Rong Bo, is different. He is like a born emperor. He has both virtue and martial arts. He has made outstanding achievements.

  Since the prince entered the dynasty, every time he was compared with Rong Bo, he didn't care, because he knew that he just didn't want to, not that he didn't have the ability to govern this country.

   But he didn't expect that even the fourth brother was getting closer and closer to the second prince, and he tolerated it.

   "I've never thought about it this way, Brother Huang, you are the most suitable person for this throne in my eyes."

   The young man's voice was gentle and sweet, like pearls falling to the ground. She continued, "Brother Huang, when you ascend the throne in the future, I will assist and accompany you, and we will make the country of Yan prosper forever."

   "You will become a wise man admired by all people."

  The boy walked up to the prince, as if to appease a sick mad dog.

  The prince hugged the thin boy, as if he was dependent on him when he was a child. He felt the soft touch on the side of the neck, and his arms slammed hard, hugging the boy tightly in his arms.

   An inexplicable feeling of sourness and grievance emerged in his chest.

   "Fourth brother, I don't want to be a prince."

   His voice was low and hoarse, like a willful and ignorant child, and like a child who was lost on the road at night and could not find his way.

  Others vying for **** and coveted positions made Rong Yan extremely disgusted.

   But he didn't know that he could live so recklessly and fearlessly, enjoying the glory and wealth, and being sought after by thousands of people, just because he was the prince.

   All he thinks about is the benefits of being a prince, but he doesn't want to take on the responsibilities and obligations he should have.

   "Brother Emperor."

  The boy patted the man's generous back, just like coaxing a tantrum child, "Don't say such things again in the future."

   Isn't the prince still a child, his mind has been more open than his peers since he was a child, so many times, Wen Xien seems to want a brother, and the prince is the unreasonable young brother.

  Prince is like a child who will never grow up.

   (end of this chapter)