Mei Gongqing

In Chen Rong's yard.

Ping was busy greeting people and laughing with joy. She was still worried about the shortage of food, but that was enough. So much pampering cloth, not to mention setting up the yard, buying new clothes, buying another normal mansion, that's enough.

Looking at the money, looking back at Chen's still contemplative face, Ping felt that her daughter was really unpredictable. When she left the house with the sword, she was disturbed. She did not expect that the girl would not only return safely, but also received the attention of the elders of the tribe.

Time passes like electricity.

Turn around, the sun goes down on the west mountain, and the Chinese lights go up.

Chen Yung, who had been instructed not only to keep the door closed, but also to order the servants not to hustle, not to light the fire, and to die silently throughout the courtyard.

As a shallow circle of bending moons hung up in the sky, the sound of the songs began to sound, and the sounds of silkbamboo flutes and other silkbamboo blended with each other, scattered between the heavens and the earth, creating a twist of autumn sorrow.

Standing in the courtyard, you can hear the laughter of the main courtyard.

Tonight's banquet is really important to everyone in the Chen clan. The warriors from the north need to go through this banquet and tell the upper nobles of Nanyang that they are back.

Young children, through this banquet, need to let everyone know that the Chen family still has such a teenage girl to marry.

If I hadn't had memories of my previous life, Chen Yong would never have refused such a party. Not only will she not refuse, she will also show herself vigorously, trying to make all the top people in Nanyang remember herself.

Thinking about it, Chen Yong drowned his eyes. She stepped on a dead leaf on a tree-lined path and walked towards the woods behind her yard.

Sky, a round of moons, underground, a shadow. Man and moon are ancient shadow lists.

I don't know how long it's been since Chen Yong heard a footsteps behind him.

Several servants broke into the arch of her courtyard when the lights were on. Without waiting to ask, a clear voice came along, "Chen's Arung Ke? ”

For me?

Aron Yilin.

In a moment of hesitation, Ping said in a hurry: "My girl is ill and can't sleep right now. ”

The servants glanced at each other and one said: "Wang Qilong did not see the woman in the room and asked Master Chen. Lord Lang asked me to wait and ask the girls to come. ”

After a pause, one of the servants standing in front of him called: "Wang Qilong is a fairy figure, even King Nanyang dared not disrespect him. Ask your girl. If she can hold on, get dressed and meet Qilong. This is a rare opportunity. ”

That is very sincere.

Ping knows that since this person dares to say so, this must be the case. As he said, this opportunity is very rare.

Unconsciously, she turned to the dark spot where Chen Yong was.

I haven't seen it for a while, and I haven't heard anything coming from that dark place.

After sighing, he had to fake his way out of the bedroom, raised his voice a few times, and turned to the servants, "Excuse me, my girl seems to be asleep. ”

“What a shame.” The two servants who walked in the front made a gift and turned around and left. It was not until they turned around that they realized that the two servants were dressed in the garments of the Royal Palace! No wonder they spoke Wen Wen and behaved dozens of times. No wonder!

For a moment, Ping felt what was in his heart. When he looked at Chen Yong in the dark, there were grievances in his eyes.

As soon as the light went away, Chen Rong stepped out of the darkness. Nor did she ignore the grievance. She stared herself at the bustling main hall and said: “This opportunity is rare indeed. ”

In the dark, Chen Yong's eyes were stunning.

After a long time, Chen Jung suddenly said: "If on this occasion, a woman asked Wang Qilong publicly for love, what would happen? ”

Flat, she blinked her fine eyes and blurred.

Chen Yong did not look at her. She frowned and stared at the main palace. Half an hour later, she muttered, “As long as he doesn't dismiss me too much, as long as he leaves me a little face... ”

At this point, Ping finally understood what she meant. She screamed, "Girl, don't, don't. How are you worthy of Wang Qilong? Doing so will only make you a laughingstock of Nanyang people! ”

Chen Yong drowned her eyes and after a moment of reflection, she suddenly turned and walked towards the bedroom.

Ping is most familiar with her personality, and when she looks at it like this, she knows that her decision has been made. In a hurry, she hurried to accelerate her footsteps. As she reached for Chen Yong's sleeve, she said in a hurry: "Girls, no, no, no. Don't you still have uncle Chen Gong? He cares about you. If you need help, he'll be willing to help. ”

Chen Cheng did not turn back, but said faintly: “He will not. He gave me ten cars of cloth and another gold leaf, and he owed me nothing. In his character, no.” He means so clearly, just help me this once. If tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, King Nanyang makes a plea, or other elders insist, he will be forced off the road.

Now, Wang Qilong actually mentioned himself publicly, his attention is enough to attract the attention of the Nanyang King. Perhaps if King Nanyang says something tonight, he will carry himself into the Nanyang Palace in the middle of the night. Since then, there will be no Chen's Aaron in the world!

No, she has to keep all the changes in her hands! Even with 50% certainty!

‘Squeak’, Chen Zhengwei pushed open the sleeping door, and then as soon as she threw her sleeve, she cleverly threw off the flat tangle.

This is a time to go in.

One hour later, Chen's face came out again, still this look, but changed into the daytime set between yellow and purple Chinese clothes.

Her long hair was still scattered and her feet were on wooden shoes.

The only thing that's different from the day is that she's wearing a gorgeous short sword with a sheath on her waist. As she walked, the sword sheath filled with pearls collided with the jade on her waist, and the pearl of 'Tinker Bell' collided. It sounded good.

Flat did not expect that the woman went in for a time and didn't do anything. She couldn't help but stare at Chen Zheng.

Chen Rong's eyes flattened, smiled slightly, bent his back, and held the seven strings from one side.

She crossed the flat and walked forward gently on the wooden shoe 'Da-da'. In her walking room, that inky hair on her shoulder floated as she walked. The tail swings more between her lovely hips. Looking at her back, she flattened out the timelessness and darkened admiration: my lady is so sweet. Not to mention the Chen family, but the whole of Nanyang, and few big family girls have this demonic attitude.

She stunned for a while and saw that Chen Rong had gone far and hastily followed. Just after taking a few steps, Ping thought that Chen Rong was so stubborn. She would certainly not listen to herself. Instead, she called Sang Cheng to run to the inner courtyard.

At this time, Chen Rong had walked out of his own courtyard in the footsteps of ’Da-da'.