C742 742 Banyan Mo Tian Out of Control

Walking away from the coffin, he felt as if all his strength had been sucked away. With a hoarse voice, he said, "Cover the coffin."

"Cover the coffin!"

As the long and low business of a eunuch's life began, the heavy coffin lid slowly began to close. Yan Shuo did not even look at Yun Jiao Rong once more as he was afraid that he would not be able to persevere any longer with difficulty.

Rong Er, take care!

He slowly closed his eyes as two streams of tears flowed down his straight nose.

"Pa ~ ~ ~"

In Mo Rong Tian's tent, the chess piece in his hands, suddenly dropped from his hands due to instability, his heart felt a sharp pain.

Zhang Meng, who was sitting across from him, saw the strange look on his face, and his heart began to beat faster. "What's the matter, Your Highness?"

Mo Rong Tian's face turned ugly, a trace of unspeakable panic lingering in the depths of his eyes.

This kind of panic caused his heart to tighten even more. It was as if there was a trace of sadness that was condensing into a lump in his heart and growing larger bit by bit.

He didn't know where this panic and grief came from, but at this moment, it made him want to cry.

"What is it, Your Highness?"

Zhang Meng saw that his face was getting more and more unsightly, and started to panic even more. He put down his chess piece and walked in front of Mo Rong Tian, and saw him holding onto the table, slowly standing up.

"No problem, I'll go out for a walk."

He got up and walked outside. The pain in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.

Subconsciously, he arrived at the tent where Meng Hui was being watched. At this moment, Meng Hui was supporting her head with her hands, staring at the tent, deep in thought.

Old Zheng definitely knew that he had been captured by Mo Rong Tian's men. It had been two months, why had no one from Old Zheng or even from the imperial government come to save her?

Even so, Meng Hui did not seem to be in a rush. She subconsciously felt that Mo Rong Tian would definitely not let her be injured.

"Commander."

Outside the tent, the respectful voice of the soldiers sounded, bringing Meng Hui's thoughts back to reality.

The curtain of the tent was pulled open, and Mo Rong Tian walked in with an extremely ugly expression, her cheeks had a paleness that caused one's heart to palpitate, it caused Meng Hui's heart to tremble.

Mo Rong Tian's footsteps were a little shaky, she slowly walked to Meng Hui's side and when Meng Hui reached out to support him, he grabbed her hand.

Meng Hui discovered that his hands were frighteningly cold, causing her to frown and ask: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know either."

Mo Rong Tian helped him to sit down. Subconsciously, he grabbed onto Meng Hui's hand tightly, so tightly that Meng Hui felt pain.

"My heart inexplicably feels a little panicked, a little uneasy."

He looked at Meng Hui hesitantly, "I'm worried about Rong Er …"

"Your Highness!"

Just as Mo Rong Tian's words were about to reach his mouth, a panicked voice came from outside the tent. Immediately after, his trusted aide quickly walked in from outside.

"What is it?"

Mo Rong Tian frowned, the unease in his heart had mysteriously deepened by a few points.

"Princess, she …"

"What happened to Rong Er?"

Mo Rong Tian suddenly stood up from the chair, his eyes staring at his trusted aide in panic.

"Princess, she … She … "He went."

Mo Rong Tian's hand suddenly trembled, and his entire body fell onto the chair.

Meng Hui's face also paled as she looked at the person in front of him in shock, "Go … She went? "What does it mean to go?"

No, she must have misunderstood, with the Emperor, how could Rong Er have died?

She must have misunderstood.

Although Meng Hui thought this, her tears still rolled in her eyes. Especially when she saw Mo Rong Tian's miserable state, she felt even worse.

Mo Rong Tian did not say a word, but his eyes stared blankly at his trusted aide who came to report the news, his expression pained.

After a long while, he weakly waved his hand at that person. "You may leave."

"Yes."

When the man went out, Meng Hui could hear Mo Rong Tian's suppressed cries. It came out of her mouth, causing Meng Hui's heart to ache.

"Little White …"

Mo Rong Tian didn't hear her voice, as he was immersed in his own deep grief.

The current Mo Rong Tian was like a duckweed without roots, without any place to hide.

"Meng Hui..."

He suddenly grabbed onto Meng Hui's hand, as if he was holding onto his life saving straw of grass, tightly holding onto Meng Hui's hand.

The grief on his face made Meng Hui's heart ache from the pain he felt.

"Meng Hui, my sister is dead …"

Tears flowed silently from his deep eyes, "The only family I have left in this world is gone. What is the point of me doing so much? I can't even protect my family. I can't even protect my own sister. "

He reached out his hand and shattered the teapot on the table with a single palm strike.

The fragmented piece of porcelain drilled into Mo Rong Tian's palm, causing bright red blood to flow out uncontrollably from Mo Rong Tian's palm.

He did not feel anything, or rather, only such pain could slightly ease the grief in his heart.

"Little White!"

Meng Hui looked at the eye-piercing bright red light in his hand, and exclaimed out loud, she extended his hand to grab Mo Rong Tian's hand, wanting to pull out the broken porcelain in his hand, but she saw Mo Rong Tian clenching his fists, he did not move an inch.

As he clenched his palm into a fist, the piece of porcelain started to pierce deeper into his palm, causing him to bleed more.

Meng Hui wanted to pry Mo Rong Tian's palm away several times, but she was simply unable to do so with that little bit of strength of hers, let alone losing control of her emotions right now.

"Little White, let go!"

Meng Hui's voice was raised by a lot, but didn't hear what she said, and her grip still remained tight.

"Little White!"

She continuously called out a few times but Mo Rong Tian did not react. She glanced at him and gritted her teeth, then directly slashed at the back of Mo Rong Tian's neck and knocked him out.

"Someone, come."

She shouted towards the outside of the tent, and very quickly, the soldiers that were guarding outside ran in, and when they saw Mo Rong Tian's hands filled with blood, they were startled.

"Go call the military doctor."

The soldier quickly retreated, and when the military doctor saw the terrifying wound on Mo Rong Tian's palm, he was startled, and looked at Meng Hui's anxious face.

"Don't look at me, hurry up and bandage him up."

The Military Doctor did not have much time to ask, he carefully took out the piece of porcelain that was stuck in Mo Rong Tian's palm and pulled it out.

As the porcelain piece was pierced very deeply, when it was pulled out, it brought out more blood, causing Meng Hui's eyes to moisten uncontrollably.

Because he was afraid that it would hurt the meridians on Mo Rong Tian's palm, the Military Physician's movements were extremely slow.

Following that, Meng Hui poured more powder onto it. Seeing that Mo Rong Tian's face did not have a hint of color, Meng Hui frowned.