Mei Gongqing

King Jian Kang reacted. He stared at Jin Chai more and more in the palm of his hand against Chen's heavy face. He screamed with his voice: "Okay, this king will let her out. ”

He stared down at Chen Yung for the first time and said urgently: “Do you hear me? Get out. Get out. ”

Chen Yong did not move.

Her wrist is heavy again.

A small "pork" of the instrument came into the flesh, and in the blink of an eye, a strand of blood spilled out of King Jian Kang's throat. Though Jin Chai was not deeply involved, the threat of death was real for a respected man like Jian Kang Wang.

He screamed and shouted in panic, "Are you crazy? I let you out. Didn't you hear me? ”

At this moment, Wang Hong and others outside were listening to the movement inside. As the guards were preparing to break into the door, they heard Wang Hong waving his hand here. He smiled shallow, a little tender, and sighed a little: “Let her put out the fire, she knows the measure. ”

The guards heard the news and turned back to him.

In the palace, Chen Rong smiled weakly after hearing King Jian Kang's panic yell. She stared at him with a slightly faint eye. Jin Chai in her hand sank again. When he stabbed King Jian Kang with blood, Chen Rong coldly said: “The king should thank Wang Qilong. If he hadn't come, you would be a corpse by now! ”

Her voice sounded cold. After saying this, she glanced reluctantly at the King of Kang and glanced at several corners of the palace before turning around.

Almost as she turned around, the door was' banged ’open, white, handsome as a jade of Wang Hong, leading the guards in front of her.

He was right about Chen walking out slowly.

When she saw her, Chen Rong dumped her tranced brain and threw it for several times. Her eyes were still faint, so she picked up the golden chai in her hand and put it in her left wrist back again.

Kim Chai pulled out, the blood flowed like a line, and everyone bowed their heads, but she saw her white jade wrist with four bloodstains, one of which was bleeding straight and the other three had dried up... So that's how she stabbed herself to refresh herself.

Wang Hong's eyes didn't instantly look at those four blood mouths. He walked a little faster and came to Chan's face.

Nor did he look at her. He pulled his handkerchief out of his arms and gently picked up her wrist. He wrapped the wound around it. The handkerchief wasn't enough, and he tore a piece of cloth off his left sleeve and covered it on the wound.

He moved gently and carefully, and after the bandage he did not let go of her hand either.

Holding this wrist firmly, Wang Hong slowly raised his head.

His eyes were clear as autumn water, and he stared firmly at Chen, who was also looking at him. Under the influence of medication, her eyes were less cold when she was sober with plain veins, adding a bit of trance and disorientation. She looked at him with a demented look that would never appear when she was sober.

To her eyes, Wang Hong suddenly extended his arms and held her in his arms.

Hold her tightly, Wang Hong closed his eyes, gently, a little dull called: “Ahrong, Ahrong... ”

Chen Zheng in his arms earned money.

She broke his hug, pulled his arm apart, still crooked her head and stared at him with an insanity... This look, too focused, all this she seemed to abandon all obsession, all the bitterness, just to engrave the moment into the soul's thoughts, into the soul's desires, into the love of the dreams, so silly, so purposefully spilled.

This look, too obsessed, too affectionate, too bitter, too thoughtful, too desperate... In this cold, ridiculous world, no one is so obsessed with loving others anymore.

Wang Hong suddenly felt a little sour in his eyes, and he leaned back. After a while, he spread his arms again and held her in his arms.

He hugged Chen Yongwei and let go of his hands, turning towards King Jian Kang.

He just stepped out, his right wrist was tight, but Chen Zheng was holding his arms, and she was still looking at him with her head up. Chen Zheng, unlike before, appeared to be a fragile bird attached to his elbow armpit, a little silly, a little fragile, a little serious.

Wang Hongwen smiled softly, reached out to hold her waist, and held her in his arms. He walked toward King Jiankang.

At that time, Jian Kang Wang, the neck wound was long closed. He was staring at Chen's face.

As Wang Hong approached him, he suddenly sighed and said sincerely to Wang Hong: "I am no better than you.” This dark fragrance, which is both an ecstasy and a hallucinogen, can put people in a relaxing, wonderful dream, can hide people's feelings and desires in their hearts and expand them countless times.

And because of that, the person who smelled the dark fragrance, there was still a line of clarity inside her. That moment drives her, besides her sexual instincts, the deepest, strongest obsession hidden in her heart.

For the aristocrats, there are many women who are willing to sleep with them, and there are many Chinese herbs. It is only so simple that under the influence of Chinese herbs, females become sluts. Dark incense is only so revered by the royal nobility, and because the beauty presented under its role is dominated by desire, but also by its own nature.

King Jian Kang's eyes couldn't help but look at the little bird like a human face and said: “This woman is truly an obsessed person, but she deserves to be cherished. ”

Speaking of which, King Jian Kang's eyes were a little lost, he said softly: “In the past, my mother looked at my father like that... Unfortunately, she was never so smart that she was easily thrown to a brothel by a queen. Poor her, even if she died, didn't deserve half the pity of my father. ”

Speaking like a dream, King Jian Kang suddenly looked up and laughed. He laughed so wildly that the wound that had just been tied was ruptured again and the blood kept pouring out.

In a loud laugh, King Jian Kang suddenly shouted, “Suddenly in the east, suddenly in the west, the soul is haunted, when will the interest be earned? When to earn interest... ”

In the high singing voice, he ignored Wang Hong in front of him, ignored the blood flowing on the neck neck, wide sleeves dumped, so rushed out, until far away, the raging laughter and the high singing like a song still sounded.

Watching King Jian Kang rush out of the distance, as well as a large number of guards brought in by his screaming, a staff member walked to Wang Hong's side and asked softly: “Qilong, let's go. ”

Another clerk came up, and he arched his hand toward Wang Hong. He lowered his voice: "Lang Jun, this is the best way to turn out. ”

Wang Hong nodded and looked in the direction of King Jiankang's rush out, smiling slowly. This laugh is a little cold.

A walker turns around and walks outside.

As they left, the guards of the Imperial Palace let them leave spontaneously.

Shortly afterwards, Wang Hong took Chen Rong to the carriage.

The carriage travels steadily outside.

In the carriage, Chen Rong snuggled in Wang Hong's arms. She still looked up at him, not instantly. Seems, in her subconscious mind, she wants to look at it like this, and look straight at the past, the future, the present for this life, and look at it all at this moment.

Wang Hong turned his head and said a few words to the guards, then looked down at Chen Yong.

His eyes obsessed with Chen's face, his arms couldn't help but tighten.

Embracing her waist, she gently placed her in her arms. Wang Hong's face rested on her face and lowered her voice: “Ayung? ”

Chen Rong answered in a trance, "Mmm. ”

When she heard such a gentle response, Wang Hong smiled softly. He pecked at her eyebrow on his side and lowered his voice: “Does Ayung love me? ”

Chan in trance still grabbed his sleeve tightly and heard him ask. She muttered: "Love. ”

One word spit out, Wang Hong smiled again, this smile, like a flower.

His red lips, pressed against her eyes, asked softly, "Then follow me home, okay?” To her vague eyes, he explained with tenderness: “Go back to the royal family, there is my royal family. ”

Chen Zheng crooked his head, but looked at him like he didn't understand. After a while, she muttered, "Home?” Shaking his head, Chen smiled a little, a little silly, "Qilong is silly? I obviously don't have a home. ”

She smiled silly and reached for Wang Hongguang's chin.

Shallots move between his skin like balls, like playing a piano. Touching and caressing, Chen Rongdu said: “Lang seems like my Qilong. ”

As soon as the word ’My Qilong’ came out, Wang Honghong was stunned. He muttered, lowly and repeated: “My Qilong? ”

Chan in trance, where will he answer? She glanced at him silly, warm and tender little hands, but, unknowingly, stuck his throat in his collar.

She tugged his clothes and muttered, “You're not another man, you're my Qilong...” Chen Yong seemed to be persuading herself to relax. After saying this several times, her body obviously softened. She had been forcing herself to straighten her neck and loosen up.

Mumbling herself, she snuggled herself into his arms.

Her right hand, from his collar, touched his chest. When her hot little hand touched his cold skin, Chen Ronghuang moaned joyfully. She drew her face closer to it and was still mumbling in her mouth, "He is not another man, he is Qilong... I'm Qilong's. ”

In the repetition of one sentence after another, Chen Yong's little face became redder and his breathing became more and more messy.

At this point, her chin was tightly confined.

Her eyes were faint red, her lips half flaky, her tongue spitting in darkness, and she was forcibly lifted by a big hand.

She glanced at Wang Hong's eyes.

At this time, Wang Hong, such as Yu's handsome face, had fainted a little. His right hand had just raised Chen Rong's small face, but his belt was loose. A slippery, warm little hand reached into his lower abdomen like a snake.

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