Mei Gongqing

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Chen Rong's carriage slowly drove away in the eyes of many people.

When several carriages entered the main street, no one looked at it again: it was built in Kangcheng, but the nobility was like a dog, and the royal family walked in full.

Chen Rong lifted the curtains and looked at the lively city of Jiankang. She hasn't been on the street for a while. She knew that she did not look well and was prone to provoking the despicable nobles. So even if she's curious about the city, she's been patient.

In the future, however, she should not be afraid. She entered the house and affixed her family name. She Chen's Ayong is not free to move.

Girls' hips and songs come from time to time in the streets. In the rich scent, a woman with wide sleeves and thin waist flew past Chen Rong's carriage.

In Chen Rong's four hopes, the carriage slowly entered the Chen Mansion.

Zhumen Mansion, the deep alley, the ancient depths, through a mystery of a thousand revolutions, this is the impression our family gave her. Looking around, it seems that every leaf here, every grass, is meticulously decorated and has a certain rhyme.

But Chen Cheng doesn't feel much about these anymore. She pulled down the carriage curtain with joy, leaving the windy curtain to block her face.

I don't know how long it's been since a little girl called out, and then the curtains were pulled open.

With a smile on his face, Chen Zheng walked off the carriage with the support of the maiden.

Just as she was smiling, treading on wooden shoes, the light green robe fluttered with the wind, and the dark ink glistened with satin hair and pearls, everyone's eyes lagged behind.

Turning a blind eye, everyone looked away.

In the construction of Kangcheng City, there are countless beautiful women. Although Chen Yong is such a beautiful woman, she has a disgrace and indifference that does not correspond to her identity. Although in her unspeakable colors, she is in an indescribable isolation, but it can only hold people's eyes for a while.

Then Chen Yong came to the middle-aged man, Chen Kang Zifang, the fourth uncle of the Jian Kang Chen family, saw Chen Yong go down, and he smiled, pointing to the large, eighteen or nine houses in front of him stacked in stacks of yards, said: “Ah Yong, this is your yard, see what else you need to add, let people add. ”

Speaking of this, he looked down and stood in front of the aisle, a few young ladies and teenagers, "This is your girl. From today on, everything will be in her hands. ”

Eight teenage girls bowed down to salute each other. "Yes. ”

They surrounded Chan.

Chen Zifang smiled again. He said to Chen Rongxiang mercifully: "Ah Rong! ”

Chen Rongyifu lowered his head and said: "Yes. ”

"Since then, this has been your home," said Chen Zifang. Remember, you are Chen's Ayong. ”

This tone was a bit serious, and Chen Rong hurriedly responded: “Ah Rong knows. ”

Chen Zifang smiled, wide sleeved and walked away. As he walked away, those scattered around, looking curiously here, also retracted. In the blink of an eye, the courtyard was clear.

Among the eight years of teenage girls, she walked out of a 20-year-old, gourmet face with a beautiful mole on her eyebrow. She reached for Chen Rong and walked forward, saying in the soft language of Wu Nong characteristic of the Jiankang people: “Is the girl confused?” She smiled crisply under her cover, "the girl didn't know anything about it. Now you belong to the Nanyang Chen Gongju room. Everything has to be done when Chen Gong arrives. ”

This time I came to my home, except for the one who greeted me, the other elders were not seen. Chen Rongyung thought that she would meet some elders somehow. Now that she has heard the explanation, she will understand why.

But the girl had a very sensible mind, she didn't say anything, she knew everything?

Chen Yong just thought of this. The girl smiled again and crisply said: “The girl doesn't know anything. I need to learn from time to time about how to look at color.” She explains with a smile: "The whole Jiankang family, Zhumen, like my Chen family, not only arranged special teaching for the superior daughters, but also Kabuki, walking, management, guard, have been trained for many years... Otherwise, what would my Chen family call the Centennial Duke's family? ”

Chen Yong nodded. Before her, she might still be interested in these. Now she just wants to be quiet for the rest of her life, so she doesn't care about the place.

It is precisely this careless attitude of hers that the servants see in their eyes, but they say in darkness: I hear that the woman is from a humble origin, and now it seems that there is a certain amount of popularity and style.

The courtyard arranged for Chen Rong is located on the west side of Chen Fu. Next to the courtyard, a side door is open, and walking out of the side door is a street.

The entire compound is incredibly elegant, and even in this elegance, it is plain and vain.

When Chen Zheng weighed, the maiden with the face of the melon smiled again, “The world, like Shi Chong, when the streets are rich, making the yard red and green, is the inferior outbreak of copper smell households, the upper gate, everything is mainly comfort, the way of the heavens and the earth, only the will. ”

This truth, after two experiences from life to death, from death to life, Chen Zheng also understood, she nodded and lowered her head: “The way of heaven and earth, only the heart, that is a good statement. ”

By then, Chen Jung had entered his room.

Her room is very spacious and decorated in a very simple way, with a few curtains collapsing from bed to bed and no extra furniture.

Again, on the floor of the walnut wood, floating four layers of yarn mantle, the bed behind the yarn mantle collapsed, the curtain was bright and light, a closer look, the curtain was set on, actually all the finest colored South China Sea pearls were broken and thought about, and then put on. At first glance, it's like a star, it's innumerable.

Again, there are fifty or sixty finger-sized pearls on the top of the bed... This pearl is no different in color or roundness than what she wears between her hairs!

Throughout the room, there is a relaxing fragrance. Chen Yong married Min in his previous life, although he also mixed quite well, but his residence has never been such a lowly luxury with such a wealth of nobility.

Ever since Chen Yong entered the courtyard, everyone has been watching her performance. Now she's not upset to see her, that faint, blind look, as if she had lived in a place like this for more than a dozen loads, like that stunning pearl on the top of a bed, just a stone... The people were very satisfied with this performance, and insinuated, "No wonder she is a bystander common girl who can be highly recommended by the celebrities of Nanyang City. It belongs to the Luang Wang family and praises her constantly. It turns out that she is truly an elegant woman."

It is not unusual to ask for a reward for a woman. Once the reward is successful, she is Chen's Ayung, representing the face of Chen's door. She can be cunning, but she can't be unsettled, she can be harsh, but she can't be without knowledge, she can't even be ungrateful, she can't be without this calm and elegant, she can see the aristocratic temperament of habitual glory.

In the face of such high demands, such as the Lao Wang family, even Princess Sima's royal princess did not see it in her eyes, in fact, Sima's royal children's education, the family style family rules, is really far less than those of the world's children.

When they were satisfied with their hearts, they withdrew.

Chen Yong sat in the room that just belonged to her. She was low and stared at a seven-string violin that had just moved in.

Ping saw the door brought up and hurried out a sigh of anger. She walked behind Chen Yong and lowered her voice to complain: “Lady, somehow, the old slave was afraid to breathe. ”

Chen Rong-eye didn't lift his eyes either. He replied softly: "What do you want? Do you need it? ”

Flat, I thought about it, and I laughed, "Yeah, I'm not asking anything, girl. I'll catch my breath when I see them again. ”

Chen Rong smiled.

It's evening.

On the way, Chen Rong and others had spent the Spring Festival, which was only a few days old in the spring, and it was still cold in the slightly soft wind.

Chen Rongxiang looked west at the sunset, his hands pulled, and the music sounded softly.

The sound of the violin was gentle, soothing, hidden in a tight hurry, the usual gorgeous aftermath, with the tranquility she had never discovered herself, a kind of discovery that the mountain was so spectacular, the water was so quiet that she felt comfortable tranquility. It's just this tranquillity, coupled with the tightness, that makes one feel that she's too eager for this tranquility.

Slowly, the music stops.

Almost as the music stopped, the clap of "clap clap” came from behind her, while Kushiro smiled sharply: "Okay, okay. Every time I listen to Aaron's violin, it changes a lot from the last time. ”

Speaking of which, his voice was low and he said strangely: "But I don't know who it is. ”

That's a little weird.

Chen Rongmei, unable to help herself, her index finger touching the violin became stiff.

Slowly, she had a smile on her face.

Chen Rong rose up, half-sided over his head, his eyebrows slightly restrained and blessed, called out; “A few gentlemen are well. ”

Without raising her head, she can also see that some of the luxuriously dressed Chinese clothing disciples have shadows that make her feel boned and don't want to see each other again.

Therefore, after her blessing, her white shallot fingers crossed the string, Chen Rong smiled and said softly and comfortably: “Sunny West Mountain, the night will come, despicable cold wind, please return. ”

She ordered the eviction!

The teenagers laughed in the first place. Without waiting for the others to react, he pushed him one by one and shouted, "Yes, we'll be right back.” Pushing him and laughing, the 'Da-da’ footsteps disappeared out of the arch.

However, the only person who had not been pulled up by Han Jiulong was Chen Yong, the last person he wanted to see.

At the moment, Chen Yong smiled bitterly.

Footsteps sound.

The beautiful teenager in white walked up to her.

He kept walking only three steps away from her before stopping, looking down at her, he sighed softly and gently as the water called: “Ayung, don't smile like that, don't talk like that... It's not you.”

As soon as that was said, Chen Zheng almost laughed.

She raised her head slowly.

In the setting sun, her gorgeous face was red in the white, her dark eyes were bright and bright and deep.

She looked at him with her head crooked, half smiling, "Qilong, long time no see. ”

Yeah, it's been a long time, it's been like a century, and she's used to being so far apart...

Wang Hong looked at the charming people, and slowly, through his indifferent look, smiled bitterly.

He reached out his hand and caressed Chen Yong's lips.

He moves slowly and gracefully and naturally.

Just as the index finger was not too far from her lips, Chen Rongmei smiled and whispered softly: "Lang Jun, please weigh yourself. ”

The sound is light, the sound is faint, but through a kind of outcry from the bones.

Wang Hong did not seem to have heard.

His index finger pressed gently against Chen's lips, which he had never avoided.

Touching her lush cherry lips, Wang Hong's fingers were very cold, he rubbed her lips gently, his eyes stared quietly at her eyes, half-hearted, his lips snapped, low: “My Ayung... Oops!” There was nothing to be done in the low voice.

Chen Yong's eyebrows picked: His Ayung?

Turning her eyes, Chen Rongmei smiled. Her eyes glanced at Wang Hong like water. She smiled as if she were not smiling. Cherry lips opened and gently contained his index fingers rubbing on his lips.

As soon as she made this move, Wang Hong instantly froze.

Chen Yongbo glanced at the stiff Wang Hong, slowly licking her tongue on his fingertips.

This lick succeeded in shaking Wang Hong, almost simultaneously, his eyes as clear as water.

Just as he focused and looked at Chen Yong with joy, Chen Yong spit out his index fingers, and the green fingers were drawn to his throat.

In a warm, slippery touch, suddenly, a sharp object bursts against his throat. This sharp object was her golden chai. Chen Rong's wrist sank and the golden chai pierced his flesh.

This change was extremely sudden. Wang Hong had just been hooked up with joy. She was delighted. In the blink of an eye, she was wearing a sharp instrument and Kim Chai locked her throat!

When Wang Hong had to raise his head, Chen Rongxiang smiled. She looked at him and said quietly: “Qilong has passed. If you can't afford what I want, I don't give a shit. Why don't you just shake your sleeves? ”

She approached him and threw the scent out between her lips into his ear hole. In Wang Hongdian's clear and clear eyes, she lowered and said spontaneously: “Qilong, it's not Wang's home style!” Her soft lips stick to his ears, and what she says penetrates his earholes in silk.

After successfully darkening Wang Hong's eyes, Chen Rongchai retracted his head and walked into the house without hesitation. He walked into the door, and Chen Rong's clear drink came out loudly, "Somebody, send the guests! ”

Two shouts in a row, and no half of the maids stood up.

Chen Rong stood in front of the door and said, "Somebody! ”

Her voice was slightly angry, and as soon as Jiulong had retreated, she noticed that all the servants and daughters in the courtyard were gone. It just didn't occur to me that she was screaming so loudly that those people pretended not to hear it.

However, although her voice had improved, the courtyard remained quiet.

Chen rong was annoyed, she hummed softly, wide sleeves swayed, huge steps into the room, turning her eyes, ‘bang’ the floor, the door was hit by her again.

Looking at the shaken door, Wang Hong stood in the courtyard, slowly reaching over the blood point on his throat, caressing, he grinned bitterly. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)