Mei Gongqing

When Chen Rong boarded the carriage, it was late, and Chen Gongzhang's carriage was on its way.

Sang drove the car behind Chen Wei's carriage and slowly drove out of Chen Fu.

This evening, the moon is just right, and the breeze is like water. Chen Rong lifted the curtains and looked at the often pedestrians coming and going in the street. Among these pedestrians, there were many dressed people. When Sun Yan broke out of Moyang City, his move was too sudden. Many soldiers, unable to even carry their luggage, rushed out behind him. After coming to Nanyang City, if there is a family in the city, you can mix three meals, no family in Nanyang City, that day has been quite strained.

In such a world, such as Chen Yong, there are few who can shelter under the guardianship of their families.

The carriage headed toward the king's house.

As soon as he arrived at the King's Gate, he saw under the roof of the house, on the branches, on the side of the street, burning torches and hanging lanterns everywhere.

In the big open front door, the water dragon, the river is flowing. A dressed woman, a charming carriage, adds a flourishing elephant to a peaceful evening.

The carriage stopped in the square.

Chen Wei, supported by a daughter-in-law, walked around to Nachan, her footsteps slightly floated and her eyes were unusually bright.

When Chen Rong walked to her, Chen Wei didn't even pay attention. She just stared at the palace. Her lips were tight. She held the little hand of the maiden and was a little nervous and stiff.

Chen Yong looked at her and slowly retracted his gaze.

At this time, Chen Gongju had been hugged by several taxi doctors and stepped into the palace.

Chen Rong quickly walked a few steps, followed him closely, and walked inside.

Once in the hall, everyone, including Chen Jung, could not help but look at the Lord's collapse. Looking in that direction, Chen Rong understood for the first time what the walls of the canopy meant. The bright light, the light, is bright everywhere, but the direction is particularly bright. It is bright and bright so that no one can look at it independently... That way, there's Wang Hong.

Chen Jung retracted his gaze and followed Chen Gong around. On the third row on the left, he sat in the most corner.

After sitting down, her eyes turned to Wang Hong again.

This man, whenever he sees it, will always be so clear and moonlit, as if all the troubles of the world, all the hustle and bustle, had nothing to do with him.

Chen Yongxiang looked at him and his gaze was a little faint.

At this time, Wang Hong smiled lightly, sipped a sip of wine, and glanced at Chen Gong, also at her.

When his eyes turned to Chan Yong, he clearly shrugged. Slowly, his right hand swung back.

A servant approached him quickly and asked him respectfully: "What can I do for you? ”

“Bring a basin with fresh water. ”

“Yes.”

Shortly afterwards, the servant came behind Wang Hong with a basin.

Looking at the servant, Wang Goro smiled curiously: "Qilong, what are you doing? ”

Wang Hong just smiled.

He slowly pointed his finger in the direction where Chen Yong was. He said softly: "Give it to the girl. ”

“'Yes,' said the servant. ”

He carried the basin and walked towards Chen Rong.

You know, Wang Hongben is the focus of the soldier's attention. Although his voice is not loud and his movements are unusual, he can look at him countless times. He also looks at the servant with the basin at that end.

In front of all eyes, the servant took the basin and walked to Chen Rong. He threw the basin at her and gently said, "Girl, this is my son's reward! ”

Speaking out, he shrugged, and all his eyes gathered on Chen Zheng.

After brushing the floor, Chen Rong applied thick white powder to his face, turning purple red and purple red. However, the powder on her face was too thick, and the red did not penetrate from her face, extending from her neck neck to the chest lock that was covered by the placket.

She clasped her lips and whispered back for a while: "Thank you, Master Lang.” Listen carefully, it sounds like it's coming out of your teeth.

Everyone is still staring at her.

At this time, everyone understood what Wang Hong meant.

Chen Rong, of course, understood what he meant.

She just hesitated and put her little hand in the basin: in this situation, she didn't do what Wang Hong meant, only that everyone would keep staring at her like this.

After reaching into the pot, Chen Rongzheng swallowed a bottle of fresh water and swept towards his face.

In this hall, at the feast, in front of everyone, washing her face helplessly, Chan Gong frowned, and asked beside him: "Who put her makeup on?” The voice is still warm, but the dissatisfaction is overflowing.

The servant whispered, “It's Chen Wong's wife. ”

Chen Gong hummed softly.

When Chen Rong washed his face here, Chen Wei on one side and a dozen women sitting in the corner were a little restless.

From time to time they stretched their hands to their faces, hesitating for a long time, then they left quietly, one by one.

In the eyes of the women, Wang Goro looked for a moment and muttered: “This basin of water is going to be affected by Jiankang!” His tone, more or less, is acidic.

Wang Goro's eyes were still complicated when he looked at Chen Yong, but he was not as hot as before.

Later, Chen Rong washed his face clean.

The servant put the basin up.

People's eyes, or locked on her face, in the whispers of the palace, are all about her.

In this fiery look, Chen Rong kept his head down. At this time, another royal servant sent a clean towel with incense. Chen Rong took it and wiped the water off his face. Then, a maiden put a bronze mirror on her few. She came to Chen Yong herself, and in this hall, she spread her combed hair and combed it. Until her hair was neat, the soup draped on her shoulders, and the servants retreated.

In the meantime, it took a total of two minutes - so much more than two minutes for her makeup!

As the servants retreated and rejoiced, a maiden began to pour in with wine.

And everyone's eyes finally moved away from Chen Yong.

Until then, Chen Rong appealed for a sigh of anger. She opened her eyes and looked at the man who had fallen on the Lord with hatred. His heart was aggrieved, angry and ashamed.

When the girls came back on the beer, they washed their makeup on their faces like Chen Yong, and their hair broke apart and wore on their shoulders.

So is Chen Wei.

She reached out her hand, covered her face, looked at the white red, and after washing her face, she saw a more lustrous look. She asked with a little jealousy: "Ayung, is my face too yellow? ”

Chen Yong looked at her and shook her head in the gaze she was expecting. “No, it's even beautiful.” Chen Wei Daxi hurriedly raised his head, confidently measuring the girls around him. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)