Mei Gongqing

Ping said this and glanced at Chen in the bronze mirror, adding: "Women seem to have something in common with the celebrities. ”

Since there are similarities. Poor, hopeless people.

Dressed up and standing up, she glanced at herself in the mirror and turned to flat, "When did you get here? ”

"Early in the morning, one of General Wan's staff suddenly found me and said you were back in town," Ping said. He sent me to the gates. ”

Speaking of this, Ping looked carefully at Chen Yong. Period asked: “Girl, is something wrong? ”

Voice swallowed up, worried.

Chen smiled and replied softly: “We're going back to Jiankang soon.” She looked flat and her eyes sparkled, "If I could meet His Majesty, I would ask him to allow me not to marry forever! ”

The words spit out and she was in a hurry to sweat. “Girls, girls, this, this? ”

She screamed here, but Chen Rong turned his head and walked out the door unreasonably, “Ying, by then, I will have more land to serve your monk for centuries. ”

Hearing her say the word ’serve', she shook her head flat and flat. "Make it impossible, make it impossible.” Speaking of which, Ping Zheng's face followed Chen Yong closely. Lian Lian said: “Girls, how can a girl never marry? This, this, this, this is not Riel. ”

Ping said, and when he saw the servants outside, he looked at himself and Chen Rong and quickly shut up.

At this time, the sky was late and the lights were bright in Nanyang City. Numerous noises, horses hissing all the time.

Looks like households are busy moving out of Nanyang.

Chen Rong listened to those voices and said to Sang Zheng without going back: "Go pack your bags and be ready to leave. ”

“Yes.” Jean answered. He walked behind Chen Yong and said with hesitation: "Girl, those fields are still there, the old slave doesn't want to go. ”

Chen Yong's eyes dropped.

After a while, she said softly: “If Wang Qilong left Nanyang City, it would be safe to come to Nanyang City.” After a pause, she turned her eyes to Sang-chun and said: “Let's arrange for the estate. But Jiankang's there, Ayung still wants to be there. ”

“Yes.”

Sang-hoon ordered to leave.

It's bound to be a sleepless night.

Chen Rong stood under the tree and looked at the lights all over the city for a long time. They were all motionless.

It didn't know how long it had passed, until the silence in the courtyard, until the light outside gradually dimmed, until there was no more joy between the heavens and the earth, and Chen Yong turned his head.

She turned around and was stunned.

Since when, in her courtyard, there have been two collapses and a few, and the man sitting on the collapse, drinking shallow and slow, the white clothes Seung Xue's handsome photographer, isn't it just Wang Hong?

Behind Wang Hong, in that dark corner, there were about a few shadows. And in her courtyard, it was so quiet, I didn't know if the servants were asleep or not.

He actually appeared so suddenly in her yard so late at night.

Chen Yong looked at him and slowly, she smiled.

Broken steps approached him and Chan Yong sat on the collapse opposite him.

Under the starlight, she smiled and looked at the man gently and casually, at a time when she, whether in her eyes or in her expression, was neither amazed nor alienated. As if he had always been her best friend, as if he had met at this moment, the two had long been agreed upon.

Looking at him with a smile, Chen Yong reached up and filled him and his glass with wine. He took a light and slow drink. He did not speak, and Chen Yong did not speak.

Long after Wang Hong spoke, his voice was still clean and beautiful, and he gently called out: “Ayung.” He raised his head and looked up at the moonlight, glaring at her face. He looked at her as she attacked her snow and white clothes, his throat twisted and slightly lagged behind. He lowered his voice: “Ahrong,” he sighed. He said directly: "Your luggage is loaded, everything is arranged, and you can go. ”

Chen Rong smiled and said softly and casually: “I will be with Chen Gongju. ”

Wang Hong took a sip of wine and he stood up.

Just as he shook his wide sleeve, Chen Rong thought he would leave this way. All he heard was Wang Hong whispering: “Knock her out! ”

- What? - What?

Chen Rong looked up in shock.

But she had just raised her head, and her back neck was sore, and then it was dark in front of her and poured into a luscious embrace.

Chen Yong woke up in a subversion.

She flipped over and caressed her right hand unconsciously.

This touch touched a warm spot. Chen Yong reached out and pressed her hand and suddenly reached out and put her handbag in her palm.

Chen Yong slowly opened his eyes.

What she saw was Wang Hong looking over at the book. At this moment, he was leaning back comfortably, and his right hand was held steadily by his left hand.

When Chen Rong sat up, he felt his left hand loose and let her go at will. All along, his eyes were locked in the book.

Chen Rong glanced at him and moved to the side. She lifted her hand and looked out curiously.

Outside, it's rolling dust, and everywhere you look, it's a long convoy, up front, up back.

Again, this is clearly a miscellaneous army, which belongs to all families.

Chen Yong looked back again.

After a look, she recognized that the carriages that followed her closely belonged to her, and she could see that the driver was still driving.

Chen Jung retracted his head.

When she turned her eyes, she saw a piano in the carriage. Now Chen Yong moved over, put the piano in place, pulled out her right hand, and the sound of the piano sounded softly.

Listening to the gentle, still gorgeous, but outside of the gorgeous, Wang Hong raised his head in a comfortable singing voice.

He looked at her quietly.

The curtains swayed and there was such a ray of half-way light that it reflected on her face and eyes.

Beautiful faces with smiles and bright eyes like stars.

When she woke up knocked herself out of nowhere and found herself sitting in a subversive carriage, the woman was astonished.

Wang Hong slowly put down the book in his hand and then leaned back. He fixed his white fingers and caressed his chin, looking at her thoughtfully.

In the sun, this beautiful face * * man, but there was a blue and purple strangle on the chin, instantly, the scene where she met Min yesterday, appeared in front of him...

The violin comes softly, like a drifting spring, through high mountain forests, through bushes, through fields, and finally into rivers.

It passes through spring, through autumn, through winter, and finally into the river, without itself...

A carriage approached, and a loud voice came, "Qilong, when did your music become so gorgeous and sunny? ”

He called here and saw Chen's face playing the piano. He couldn't help but open his mouth.

Chen Rong practiced this qin for more than a decade, although she was also a gifted person. But her violin voice, she sees skill, she doesn't like it. Though the fingerprints are complex, the turning point is satisfactory, but a unintentional piano sound, the skill is even more intelligent, and you can't get into the Grand Hall of Elegance, which is not great.

But now, her voice, beyond skill, finally has its own soul.

Looking at Chen Yong, she looked up and down at her for a long time. Turning to Wang Hong, she smiled: “Qilong, your lady's guitar skills have grown so long that she has become angry. ”

Slowly, quietly.

Chen Cheng raised her head and looked brightly at Zhi, smiling: “It's a mistake. Concubine Chen, first name, when you call me, when you call me Chen's Aaron. ”

She is accusing you of inappropriately using the word 'you woman’.

She stared at Wang Hong, made a ghost face at him, quite despicably said: “Wang Qilong, you are too bad. ”

He grunted twice, humming: “I wanted to use my family's, I only used it for a month. ”

Faced with his despicability, Wang Hong smiled faintly. He turned his head and looked quietly at Chen Yong. When he saw her with her head down, such as satin ink hair softening with the wind, he couldn't help but stare.

For a while, he said softly, "People are different. ”

That's one word out, 30224; willing to hit a haha again. Also sitting in the carriage, Zhi laughed, his hands forked his waist, turned a large white eye on his back to show disdain for Wang Hong.

Wang Hongshuan, Guan Er smiled, his eyes unintentionally turned to Chen Yong again.

Chen Rong was still playing the piano. In the conversation between the two of them, the gorgeous sound of the piano rose again.

As the sound of the violin came out, gradually, the noise, the discourse, all came to an end. Here are the experts, along with Chen Yong's voice, they discovered its extraordinary things, just like 's will.

But when the audience listens, it stops.

Turns out, Chen Zheng played and suddenly felt excited. He pushed the violin away and sat back next to the carriage, looking out.

As she looked down, behind her, Wang Hing and spoke voluntarily, not a word came. Zhi glanced at Chen Rong and approached Wang Hong. He lowered his voice and asked: “What have you done? Why doesn't this woman want to live? ”

As soon as the words came out, Wang Hongkou pulled the corner and smiled slowly and painfully.

Then he leaned toward the 30224.

To his gaze, i hurriedly beat another haha, whispering: “When I didn't ask, when I didn't ask.” But at last he was curious, looking at Chen Xiaoshang's face and looking at Wang Qilong again, he muttered: “Even the clothes are the same... When we get to Jiankang, we're afraid that the children will follow you in the same colour. ”

This time, his voice dropped. Chen Yong had stretched his head and called out to the carriage behind him: "Psst! ”

Even at the hustle and bustle, Ping also heard the call of her girl, and now she stretched her head out, smiling and calling out: “Girl.” Her face was filled with joy, and yesterday Chen Yong's declaration scared her to sleep all night, finally relaxing.

Chen Yong saw that she had responded and reached out and touched the car door. She just moved and her arms were tight.

Then, behind her, came Wang Hong's tender voice and the warm breath he put in her ear, “Qing Qing, the horse is fast, jumping like this, but it will hurt you. ”

Chen Yong slowly turned around and smiled at him, exhaling Fanglan, “Lang Jun, you are worried.” Now she won't want to die. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)