[Story 13]
[Rong Xian·Extra]
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At first sight, I didn't pay much attention.
He could see that the little emperor had a crush on him, but he didn't care. He also never expected the little emperor's indifference, so suddenly... at a loss.
He didn't know much about many things, he understood her change of attitude, but he just understood. I bear everything in silence, at a loss, but I can only be silent.
When he saw what she took off from the gift, he couldn't express what he felt at that moment, but his eyes stopped on the girl's sleeve, and he stopped for a long time.
He's used to keeping calm, even if he follows the other party's indifference in his heart, he is still indifferent and indifferent on the face.
Walking alone in front of the bamboo forest in the backyard, I will silently think of the sincerity of the girl who confessed her life experience that day. She said that she had conditions, but she did not finish...
The boy thought silently, this is the reason for asking.
He has never cared about the actions of the regent, because indeed, it doesn't matter to him who the monarch is in this world. Anyone can.
But on the day when the girl begged for help, his heart shrank slightly. Although he just pursed his lips, an inexplicable joy quietly surfaced in his heart.
It is not impossible to support the monarch.
But after asking the reason in the imperial study room, he got an answer that made him even more at a loss.
Rong Xian has never known that there are really emotions in the world that can affect one's reason.
In the Battle of Iron Ji Mountain, he was able to face the lives of an entire city without being moved. The regent was wary of him, and he never reacted.
A person who is so rational that he is close to a demon, it seems that all his emotions are condensed on one person.
Although the time in Hualou that day was short, it was the darkest time in Rong Xian's life.
Hearing that he was being regarded as a flower maid, he went downstairs and walked into the carriage. He lowered his eyes and said nothing, but he knew that he was impulsive.
It's strange to say, obviously never had a time of impulsiveness. He has always calculated everything rationally and will not be led away by emotions, but that day was an exception.
He sighed and returned the same way.
Walking slowly to the front of the corridor, the boy looked calm, and he was still thinking silently, if there is any problem in the future, we can talk about it later. After all, Hualou is not a place where one should stay often. He should take her away.
But when he got closer, he heard those voices. The boy was startled for a moment, then slowly took a few steps forward, his face turned pale in an instant.
When it was dark before his eyes, he instinctively wanted to reach out to hold the railing beside him, but his body could not move at all, like a stiff sculpture standing in front of the door.
The rage in the depths of his soul rose up, and with the panting sound in the room pouring into his eardrums, it seemed that some force was tearing his soul apart, his body was in pain, cold and raged, and his fingers trembled slightly.
What a terrible experience.
That was a memory that Rong Xian didn't want to touch in his life.
Later, he found that person in a trance, and looked at her figure from a distance. The temperature seemed to return to his body little by little, but the terrible feeling remained in his brain. For a moment, he didn't even dare to go forward.
He had never been so aware of what he wanted to have.
Want to own a person, if this person does not belong to him, he may really go crazy.
Rong Xian lowered his eyes, quietly looking at the sleeping girl in his arms, and after a while, he slightly raised the corners of his lips, and gently placed a kiss on her lips.
The power called the master is so terrifying.
But he is willing and happy.