How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 83 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (4)

   "Fourth Brother——Fourth Brother——"

   "Brother Pope, how are you?"

   That lingering voice after another, whispered sweetly and attached.

   In contrast, Wen Xien with a cold face is more like a brother.

  This prince, I don't know if he was born with a missing muscle or his IQ is not above the limit. He always feels like a child who only knows how to eat, drink and play.

   When the emperor left, Wen Xien was also the first to leave.

  The doors and windows of the bedroom were wide open, and a lot of white paper fell on the ground. The wind from outside the window blew the white paper everywhere.

   The palace maid who came in picked up all the white papers on the ground and sorted them out. She raised her head slightly, a young man in only a single coat, with loose hair tied with a white headband, bent over the desk and writing hard.

   The palace maid stood by the side to grind ink for the young man. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw some ink stains on the cuffs of the fourth prince. "Slave, please come for the clean clothes of the fourth prince."

   Wen Xien is copying the book, and tomorrow the master will randomly check it, and he is unwilling to change it, "No need."

   The voice of books is loud in the greenhouse.

  Wen Xien propped her face up, staring blankly at something, and the prince sitting next to him threw a note over and just hit her on the head.

   The teenager frowned and smoothed out the crumpled note, leaving a blank piece of paper. She glared angrily at the prince.

   Taifu, who was holding the scroll, saw their small movements, frowned and came to the prince.

  The prince raised his head as if he felt it, and returned a bright smile to the master.

   "Clap--"

  The sound of the ruler tapping on the desk.

   "Prince, what is the next sentence of the ancient poem I just said?"

   The sound of reading books suddenly stopped, and they all turned their heads to look.

  The prince lowered his head and kept winking with Wen Xien, who just smiled at him and shrugged innocently.

  The prince hesitantly turned over a few pages of the book, and said something nonsense without enough confidence.

   Taifu's brows became even tighter. He tilted his head and knocked on Wen Xien's desk with a ruler, with a serious face, "Fourth prince, come and tell the prince what it is."

   The smile on Wen Xien's face froze, and it seemed that he could feel the prince's gloating gaze, and he couldn't say anything.

   Taifu called the second prince's name again, Rong Bo glanced at Wen Xien lightly, and said the next sentence of the ancient poem lightly.

   Taifu nodded with satisfaction and praised a few words.

   Wen Xien chuckled inexplicably, and the laughter was a little ironic, which was especially obvious in the quiet atmosphere.

   Taifu's brows, which had just calmed down, frowned again, "Fourth Prince, you are a prince, and the place where you study in the Imperial College is not a place for you to play."

   Taifu taught Wen Xien a few words and asked her to stand up and go outside.

   Wen Xien was not convinced, but he could only go out reluctantly.

  Rong Bo tilted his head and smiled silently, with a cold glow in his eyes...

   After today's class was over, Prince Rong Yan walked to the door and looked at Wen Xien who couldn't stand and leaned against the wall.

   Wen Xien didn't salute him either, looking lazy.

  Rong Yan took her hand with great interest, smiling sweetly, "Fourth brother, come to the East Palace to play with me!"

   Rong Bo happened to step out of Guozijian as well. Hearing the prince's innocent voice, he felt extremely mocking in his heart.

   His heart was filled with wicked thoughts.

   How can such a brainless person be a prince?

   Rong Ran is close to this fool, not because the fool is a prince.

  Rong Ran...what qualifications do you have to look down on him!

Good night

   (end of this chapter)