Mei Gongqing

Wang Hong looked at Chen Rong's carriage and smiled shallow. "Come down. ”

Chen Rong lifted the curtain and his bright face appeared in front of him. At this time, her face was a little pale, obviously the scene just now, leaving her palpitations flat.

Wang Hong looked at her without asking. He turned around like this and shook his long sleeve. "Go inside. ”

“Yes.”

And the servants followed him into it.

Chen Yong is among them.

Sitting in the corner of the study, she lowered her head and a ray of sunlight entered through the door, illuminating the void in front of her, floating dust rising and falling in the light, like life.

Chen Rong looked at the light and was unconsciously obsessed.

I don't know how long it's been since a person was in front of her and blocked the light.

Chen Cheng raised his head.

She fell in love with Wang Hong's gentle eyes.

He stared at her, slowly leaning forward, slowly reaching out his fingers and touching her little white face.

His fingers had not arrived, his body temperature fluttered his nose, Chen Yong drowned his eyes, instinctively wanted to avoid backwards, but forced himself not to move.

However, unconsciously, her chest was stunned by holding her breath for too long.

His hands were like a spring breeze. He brushed his white fingers on her face and walked away. With a smile on his finger, the owner gently said: “It was careless. Look, this hair is stuck to her face. ”

Shallow, gentle and clear, like the fountain, like the wind of the night, passing gently.

He took his hand.

Chen kept breathing, darkly breathing a cloudy breath, and at this moment, a feeling of disappointment or relaxation appeared in her heart.

Wang Hong moved away and sat across from her. He didn't even lift his head. He drank clearly: "Prepare the meat! For the last half of the day, I'm going to get drunk with the good guys! ”

Last half day?

Chen Rongzhu raised his head.

She looked at him steadily and her cherry lips moved.

Wang Hong did not look at her. He picked up the bottle and gracefully filled himself and her with action. At this moment, the sun was just shining on his white and handsome face, making that shallow fur, that gentle smile, clearly visible.

Chen Yong drooped his eyes.

Last half day.

Yes, in his previous life, he was killed when Tomorrow City broke down! At that time, the Humans celebrated his death with three armies. The last and only impression she had of Wang Qilong in her previous life was that Hu was using gold as a coffin, Jinyu as a clothing, and sent his bones back to Jiankang.

Hu's actions shook up the whole world. You know, in the minds of the Han people, Hu people are inhuman and feed on people. It is incredible that such a bastard, to a nobleman, to a teenager who has not yet been crowned, should be returned to his bones with such respect and care.

In the following 10 years, when Jin people talked about Wang Hong, they were confused, and everything about him became a complete mystery.

In this life, she sat opposite him, neither for herself, nor for him, nor for the promise she made when she was rescued that day in Nanyang Mansion, she could not let him die, she refused!

Her little hand warmed up just as Chen Rong thought.

However, Wang Hong raised the glass and placed it in her palm.

He didn't move his hand.

Long white fingers, grabbing her middle finger gently, even rubbing it gently, as he moves in, an unusually soft and permeable body.

Chen Rongqiang was patient and did not retract his fingers.

Wang Hong hung his eyes and his long lashes were slightly restrained, adding two small curved shadows to his handsome, illuminating face.

He caressed her fingers and asked low, “Why is Sir here? ”

The sound is light and faint, like a night breeze blowing through the heavens and the earth.

Chen Rong clasped his lips and did not know how to answer him for a while.

Wang Hong raised his head and stared at her face, waiting for her to answer.

Half an hour later, Chen Rong swallowed his saliva and said dryly: “In the absence of the King, King Fear Nanyang is against me. ”

At this moment, more than a dozen answers came out of her heart, but she herself didn't think that, in the end, what she gave him was the most ruthless and least likable reason.

Wang Hong lowered his smile. He snapped her middle finger up and gently wrapped it around her. He rubbed her fingertips with his fingertips. He said softly and carelessly: “In order to get rid of Nanyang Wang, Ayung is even willing to go to this inevitable death? ”

His movements, gentle and gentle, his fingertips a little thick, ruffled, making her fingertips tremble straight. This trembling chestnut trembles all the way to the tip of your heart.

Chen Yong bit his lip and suppressed the abnormality that appeared in his mind. He whispered: "It doesn't have to be a necessarily dead end! ”

Speaking here, she looked up quietly and looked at Wang Hong.

Junmei Wang Hongmei's face was faint and he didn't seem to hear the certainty in Chen's tone. Just a smile.

Slowly, he let go of her hand and stood up.

At the moment he stood up, Chen Jung found that the man in front of him suddenly became far away. He also made her feel that they were so close, but just turned a blind eye, Chen Zheng creeped out that he was still the white cloud in the sky, and she was still the drifting leaf!

Wang Hong stood tall and looked down at Chen's face. His smile was faint and alienated. “Ahrong came a long way. He must be tired. Rest for a while. ”

Go ahead, he swings his sleeve, turns gracefully, and drifts away.

Watching him gradually go away, gradually disappearing from the back of the sun, Chen Yong straightened for a long time before responding to the empty study, "Yes. ”

After the meeting, Chen Yong slowly sat down.

Until now, her legs are still soft, her heart, also because facing Wang Hong again, a little confused.

She needs to be alone now.

Half an hour later, Chen Rong walked out of the study.

At this moment, outside the walls of the city, the hu people screamed, the horses howled, the voices mixed, and it looked very noisy.

Apart from a few frightened maidens in the courtyard, there are only monks left. Chen Rong waved at a maiden and said: "Get me a suit of your family's clothes. ”

Nor did the maid ask why. She answered with a low head and ran to her bedroom.

Not long ago, a light blue and a snow-white robe were placed in front of Chen.

The maid whispered, “These are old clothes from Qilong. Which one is the girl thinking? ”

"- [sic]“ Light blue bar. ”Chen Cheng has not liked to wear plain clothes since he was very young. First, she can't wear that pure cleanliness, and second, it's common people's clothing, which she doesn't like.

After grabbing her clothes, she turned around and left. Chen Rong ordered: "Dress me up. ”

Come on, she's sitting in front of the bronze mirror.

The woman answered her distracted voice and came behind her and asked, "What kind of hair is the girl going to comb? ”

“Clothes are for men, and hair is naturally for men. By the way, you go talk to the crowd later and say that only Lang Jun came, there were no women! ”

The maid stayed and asked, "Why?” As soon as she asked for the exit, she thought of the reason and responded hastily: “Yes. ”

Not long ago, Chen appeared in front of the bronze mirror as a brilliant teenager.

Honestly, Chen has not succeeded in dressing as a man. Her five officers are too bright and in great shape. No matter how big the robe is, there is always a slight appearance of Nana on her body.

But the war was imminent, and there was no need for her to care about the details.

Chen Rong glanced at himself in the mirror and walked out.

As she walked out of the courtyard, she found the passage sparse and occasionally saw several servants, also running, seemingly in a rush and chaos.

It seems that the entire capital of the city, the most calm and peaceful, is Wang Qilong's compound.

After walking away for a while, Chen Yong saw a servant of the royal palace and asked quickly: “Where is Qilong? ”

The servant came and went in a hurry and didn't look closely at who he was talking to. He waved, "Upstairs in the city. ”

“Thank you. ”

Chen Rong walked toward the city building.

Shortly afterwards, he saw Wang Qilong standing on a tall city building, white and snowy, spotless. It's a strange thing. He's got people in front of him and behind him, and there's a lot of noise outside Ming City. But when he stood there, Chen Rong felt that the sky was high and cloudy, and that only the Iraqis were independent.

Chen Rong walked behind Wang Qilong.

Unlike Wang Qilong, who looked up to the sky, Chen Rong lowered his head and looked down at the Hu people under the city. This is the South Gate, and there are tens of thousands of people down there. Tens of thousands of Hu people squatted under the city, some cooked and some 35% gathered to laugh.

At first glance, it looked very messy. After a closer look, Chen Rong immediately found that the Hu men were neat, with their armor on them, and that the weapons had never left the area.

Chen Yong stared down for a while and suddenly said: “Qilong, I thought there was a chance that this door was alive! ”

She suddenly shouted and woke up Wang Hong.

He turned around and looked.

See is Chen Yong, his eyes lit up, his mouth smiled shallow and hidden.

With his head crooked, he stared at her quietly. Wang Hong suddenly reached out his hand and shook at her. "May I carry your hand! ”

When he said that, the tone was a little slow, his expression was unusual, and he seemed to be making some kind of commitment.

Chen Yongzi couldn't reach out.

She smiled at him and looked him in the eye and said seriously: "Qilong, we may be able to escape from the south gate. ”

She turned to the city gate, her right finger, and she said in silence: "Qilong, look, left and right, there are Hu people in the middle and rear, isn't it? ”

She didn't hear a response.

Chen Rong turned back.

Wang Hongzheng looked at her quietly.

In the sunset, Chen Rongming's beautiful face was stained with a layer of gold. Her eyes were so bright, her young skin so vibrant, the body hidden under a broad coat, and also a kind of suppressed passion and vitality.

Wang Hong retracted his gaze and looked down into the city. “There are anomalies," he said. "What do you think of Ayung? ”

Chen Rongzheng was about to answer, a footsteps sound came along, accompanied by a clear laugh, “Is Qilong here? Who is this gentleman? ”

The voice is a little suspicious.

Chen Rong turned his head and matched this middle-aged, elegant, laid-back owner of Moyang City. Even if the war was imminent, the city was about to die, and the face of the taxi doctor was also smiling, as if he was facing not the great robbery of life and death, but a feast, a poem.

Chen Jung went one step further and wanted to answer.

She hasn't said anything yet. Wang Hong walked behind her and reached out.

So he relaxed and naturally put his hand on her shoulder. He smiled and said: "He, my lord, is here today to die with me. ”

Chen Yong is stuck.

The smile on her face, she was just about to say hello, all stuck.

She never thought Wang Hong would give such an answer!

Lord Moyang's eyes lit up.

He looked up and down at Chen rong, caressing his beard, nodded with emotion: “He looks like a virgin, looks gorgeous, with such a chill, no wonder the wind is famous in the world Wang Qilong, willing to break his sleeve. ”

Speaking of this, Moyang city lord looked to the hu people beneath the city and muttered: “I am no better than Qilong. There are no collaborators on Yellow Springs Road this time. ”

He felt sorry for himself. He didn't find his face, his expression was stuck, his legs were soft, and the whole person was going to faint.

Just as Chen Yong softened back, her waist warmed, but Wang Hong held her back.

He held her gently, lovingly placed her in his arms, lips against her cheek, and breathed a warm breath. He said softly: "Is Ching Ching feeling unwell? ”

Chen Yong did not have the strength to respond.

Then she closed her eyes painfully.

To be honest, this time she came to Moyang City, both to avoid the scourge and because she knew the end of the war! She believes that as long as she grasps it well, as long as things continue to follow the trajectory of previous life, she can take Wang Hong and take Sun Yan to escape with her birth day!

So she couldn't get out in the carriage, and she was wearing men's clothes for the sake of the future, and she wanted to keep her name. And I thought, when I succeeded, I backed away.

But at this moment, Wang Hong's arm rested between her waists, his chest resting on her back, his lips on her cheek.

Poor her, who died of self-immolation in her previous life, was still a virgin and had never been as close to any man. The world is fine, first he took the first kiss, and then he put it in his arms like this, and the left word is "Sir" and the right word is "Sir".

This man, too, can hate.

Chen Yong secretly bit her teeth. As soon as she opened her eyes, she looked up to the owner of Moyang City and Wang Hong. The envious look. Now, she chewed her teeth and immediately turned into a shy smile.

After squeezing a smile, Chen Cheng lowered his head. She pulled toward his hand locked between her waist.

Pull gently, his arm tattoo does not move.

Chen Cheng bit down and pressed hard. His arms still remained intact.

Chen Rongxiu frowned and strangled him!

“Ouch! ”

Wang Hong sounded painful.

The Lord of Moyang turned to him in surprise and asked: "Where? ”

Wang Honghong's mouth flashed, shallow, and gracefully smiled: “Nothing, an ant bit me. ”

Moyang city lord haha smiled, “Qilong is not afraid of death, but of ants? ”

Wang Hong frowned and said softly: “The ant bites people, nails people's tender flesh, bites them dead, nails them hard, nothing, of course I'm afraid.” He was scared in his mouth, but whether it was his expression or his tone, he was a palate.

Moyang city lord haha smiled.

At this time, Wang Hong lowered his head. He smiled shallow, gently with Chen Long's earlobes, sucking and kissing, and asked in a drowning tone: “Is Ching Ching afraid of death or the pain of the ant's heart? ”

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