Mei Gongqing

Chen Yong did not answer, she knew that she was indeed too low born.

But what's the big deal? I've come all over again! Chen Jung gripped his fist and said to Sang-chun: "Heh, go a little further. ”

And before you go, you're squeezing into these teenagers.

When Chen Rong's carriage arrived, several teenagers looked back at her. Just a glance, their eyes were stunned and they were obsessed there.

Chen Rong was supposed to look sophisticated and bright. After her re-emergence, she added a maturity to her green beauty. This mature beauty of both young women and young girls made her particularly visible among the young girls.

A young man stared at her and asked, "Whose little aunt is this? ”

Without waiting for Chen Yong to say anything, Wang Goro laughed: “She is the daughter of the Pingcheng Chen family, her name. ”

Pingcheng Chen? When the name is reported, the eyes of the crowd's sons are bright. The Chen family in Pingcheng is just a small branch of the Chen family. His daughter is not noble. Since they are not of high standing, it is not very difficult for this beautiful woman in front of them to marry her or to take her as a concubine.

Chen's face was always calm as water as the children of Zhong Zheng burned towards Chen Zheng.

She stepped off the carriage and took two steps forward. She raised her head, her eyes as dark as a midnight, and looked at Wang Qilong Wang Hong, surrounded by young girls.

Wang Hong is looking at her too.

Relative to his eyes, this rare beautiful man smiled, and this smile, his white teeth in the sun, sparkled with a dazzling light. Unconsciously, Chen Zheng, like the first time I saw him, turned his head to the side and looked away.

Around Wang Hong's girls, he suddenly saw this kind of beauty smile. First, he turned his eyes and shouted.

Stuck with Wang Hong, he was a young man in his twenties, with a rectangular face, a sharp eyebrow like a sword, and a clear face. He heard the screams here and couldn't help but turn his head and look at Wang Hong.

To the beautiful Chen Cheng, Mr. Zheng smiled and said to Wang Hong: “Turns out Qilong likes this kind of beauty. ”

Wang Hong showered, "She is Chen's Ayung, whom I told you about. ”

The nameman's eyes lit up and he looked back at Chen Zheng again.

As soon as Chen Rong appeared, two beautiful men became interested. This dissatisfied the young girls, and they squeezed in the direction of Chen Rong. Not knowing Kung Fu, a black head, a flying shirt and even several carriages, they took Chen Yong's gaze, so that she could not even see Wang Hong.

Chen Jung retracted his gaze and returned to the carriage.

As soon as she got in the carriage, she took a seven-string violin out of the car wall.

In her previous life, Chen Yong, at her age, was truly academic.

But ever since she met that man, she'd been practicing this seven-string for years in order to remove her ‘vulgar' hat. She was also very talented, and after two years of practice, she understood three of them. Prior to her death, she had earned a full reputation for her talent with this harmonica alone.

Chen Yong lowered his head and placed the violin just a few times, then gently pulled the string out of his right hand!

The crowd's hustle and bustle instantly retreated as a string of gently swirling music sounded.

Chen Cheng didn't look up.

Her right hand picked lightly, like the sound of a fountain breeze, like the moon in the sky, came quietly, silently overflowing, extremely clear.

The noise disappeared.

Fifty or sixty teenage girls turned to Chen Cheng.

At this time, Chen Zheng was just looking at the collapsed violin. Her bright five officials, at this moment, were like calm spring water, under the shade of a tree, and the glorious light shone. This is a clear and peaceful view woven with brilliance.

Without realizing it, all the teenagers went crazy and listened to it.

These Chinese clothing boys, they're from the land, they're destined for their upbringing. On weekdays, even if you are not familiar with this chess book and painting, you must have something to do with hunting.

At this moment, as soon as Chen Rong's voice came along, they immediately felt that the song sounded remarkable.

Qin has been popular since Yao Shun. Its tone is clean and elegant. In this era, it is the most respected instrument. It's fair to say that very few taxi doctors can play the piano at this time. Not to mention anyone else, Wang Qilong is an excellent player.

As early as the first time we met, Wang Hong knew from the footsteps of Chen Rong that she also knew how to play the violin.

But he never thought Chen Yong's violin would play so well! A 15-year-old little aunt, this harmonica, plays bright and bright, smooth as the wind, swinging like he is listening in his ear to the next thought, rejoicing. And this kind of thought and joy, like the spring wind, swirls like a fountain, intentionally and unintentionally, is extremely windy.

Generally speaking, gentlemen's celebrities play the sound of an elegant emptiness. But this little aunt's violin has a different kind of splendor than everyone else's.

These techniques are not lost to him.

Unconsciously, all the people raised their heads. Wang Hong and several others closed their eyes and listened quietly.

I don't know how long it's been since the sound of the flowing water gradually dissipated and gradually turned into nothing.

Chen Yong slowly raised his head.

As she raised her head, a slender shatter scattered across her jade white cheek. She turned her eyes and looked at Wang Hong with extreme serenity.

The fourth eye is opposite.

Chen Rong turned to him, a little shy, and smiled with joy. Then, she lowered her eyes and said slowly: “See the gentleman again and rejoice. ”

After saying these eight words, she pulled down the curtains. As a low voice came from the wagon, he drove the wagon and drove it back.

In a whisper theft, Chen Rong's carriage drove back into the queue.

At this time, both Wang's children and the people of ;;;;;\30 But no matter what they looked forward to, the wagon curtain never opened.

After a long time, a Wang maiden shouted: “When did this Ayung learn this technique? ”

Everybody snapped.

Wang Goro also returned to God from his dementia. He frowned and shook his head and said: "Never heard of it. ”

The seventh daughter of the Wang clan snorted coldly and smiled. “This Chen clan Aaron's violin does play beautifully. Unfortunately, it's just a tribal commoner. ”

Her voice is not low.

The voice dropped and several people have nodded in favour there. The eyes of the teenagers' dementia were clearer. Unaware of it, they returned to their faces with an arrogant and disdainful look - so what? So what if you look great? The origin of a tribal common woman shows that she will always be inferior to them. Such a person is not worthy of dumping.

Returning to the children of God, he quickly retrieved his gaze at Chen Yong.

At this point, a maiden with the last name of 30224 hurried, “Ah? Where's Hiro? ”

Wang Hong?

At the same time, the women turned their heads and searched for them. They found Wang Hong and Zhi, two celebrities, who had already returned to the carriage. All they could see was that shaky curtain.