Mei Gongqing

Chen Yong frowned slightly and looked up at Wang Hong reflexively.

This raised her eyes as clear as water and looked at her with a gentle look at him. Chen Rong hurried away and asked softly: "What do you think Qilong should do? ”

Wang Hong smiled and said slightly, “Please wait for the angel to bathe and change clothes. ”

As soon as Aunt Wang Hong's voice was heard, she answered aloud: "Yes. ”

Wang Hong bowed his head to Chen Rong. He fixed his fair hands and caressed Chen Rong's eyebrows. Clear lines came like water. "Don't be afraid, I'm here. ”

Low sounds are infinite.

"'Yes,' replied Chen Yung.” She gently pushed Wang Hong away and walked forward.

Wang Hong's side overturned and his eyes were so clear that he looked quietly at the back of her walk away. Looking at him, he couldn't help but look at her back. Her back, it was so straight, it had a stiff straight... This stubborn woman.

After changing his clothes, Chen Rong came to the main entrance of Daoguan.

Outside, a carriage sent by the Emperor was waiting for her, and the eunuch shouted, "Start the car. ”

Chen Rong walked a gift toward the chief eunuch and stepped into the carriage. Until the carriage drove, Chen Rong looked back.

Wang Hong did not follow.

Chen Jung retracted his eyes.

The carriage drove out of Taoist view and into the street.

Chen Yong no longer remembers how long he hasn't been on the street... She knew that her appearance was easy to recruit, and in order to avoid extraneous branches, she had been suppressing the urge to wander the streets.

All the pedestrians, the knights, the carriages, everywhere.

As the passers-by looked at Chen Rong's carriage, Chen Rong was also passing through a fine stitch and watching the people outside.

At this time, the carriage is passing through Cuiliu Lane, home to the Red Makeup Hospitality of the Vietnamese Ladies of Wu Wa, an attic with bright flags of all colors, and an attic with one or more makeup, or a faint beauty.

These beauties are leaning on the veranda, pointing a point at the pedestrian below and laughing. Just as Chen Rong's carriage arrived, a beautiful woman grabbed a jade cock and her eyes looked somewhere in front of her and blew in a grudge.

Shortly after the tone, a beauty who looked exactly like her twisted her waist. She leaned against the blowing beauty, sprinkled wide sleeve water, and shouted to Chen Yong's left hand: “Who is the gentleman's face like a jade, leaning against Mananqiao spring shirt thin? ”

This beautiful voice, with a distinct rhythm, fits in the tone, as if it were a long song.

Without realizing it, everyone, including Chen Jung, followed the beauty's eyes.

On the left, the bridge runs, the willow tree drapes.

And beneath the willow tree, a beautiful teenager leaned on his horse, his skin was white, his eyes were dark, his red lips were nosy, his robe was wide sleeved and his body was as long as a willow. A pair of pure eyes, quiet and slightly stunning looking forward.

The teenager?

Chen Rong couldn't help but move forward and look at the curtains.

This beautiful teenager has a fine waist. She's beautiful, isn't she Sun Yan?

What's he doing here? When did Jiankang arrive? Yes, he must have come with Valentine. He is the son of the world. It would be much more convenient to have him.

Thinking about it, Chen Rong had to bite his lip: So, in the short term, Wan Min won't leave Jiancang City? As he pondered, Chen Rong reached for the curtain.

Just about ready to reveal his face completely, let Sun Yan see Chen, and see Sun Yan come and walk alone. The man was a guardian who had been with Valentine for many years. The guardian walked behind Sun and spoke to him in a low voice. I just said two words, Sun Yanna's face turned up and her eyebrows were covered.

And Chen Rong's carriage is gradually moving away.

Chen Rong put down the curtains and smiled at himself. He said: I am now famous for Jiankang. If he wants to come to me, he can come any time.

She turned her head and looked at Ying Yin Yan Yan on the red floor, still greeting Sun Yan. Her mouth flashed and a warm gush of heart poured out.

The carriage is heading towards the Imperial City.

The closer you get to those stacked bustling areas, the more carriages you'll find around you. Each carriage leaves a fragrance.

The palace gate is already watching.

Chen Rong took a breath and took care of his clothes and hair.

Just then, a tread came from behind. Heavy and powerful footsteps on bluestone boards make quite a rhythmic sound. In the music, a thick, sandy voice sings, “Red House Beauty Sleeves Badly, Jumen Beef Makes Bad. ”

The song is extremely dull. It is clearly a tribute to the song. It can be matched by this dull voice, but there is a feeling of helplessness.

Chen Rong turned back.

She's on top of that, it's a bearded shadow. The shadow leaned back and sang the two sentences twice before suddenly shouting. The whistle was as sad as a cry, as a song as a cry.

Chen Yong was measuring himself. Outside the carriage, the eunuch's voice of hatred came, "Another madman from the Mansion! Now they dare to sing these disturbing things outside the Imperial City... See how many days you can live! ”

The eunuch's voice was a little sharp and sounded extremely harsh. Chen Yong heard the disgust in his voice. He couldn't help but wonder: These two poems do not curse anything!

When Chen Yong thought of it almost like this, he saw only the front gate of the palace and rushed over for a ride of smoke and dust. The knight was fast, horseshoed, and anxious.

A soft place like Jiankang is a juvenile aristocrat, who likes to be supported by people walking. When have you ever seen a horseshoe in such a hurry?

Inevitably, more than a dozen carriages simultaneously lifted the curtains and looked at the knight in surprise.

The knight was rushing towards the man who was singing.

Smoky as an arrow, it rushes closer. Just as Chen Yong accidentally looked at it, her eyes instantly opened to the extreme!

Seeing the knight rushing out, as he approached the back of the song, he suddenly bent his bow and arrow, in front of everyone, and in the middle of the people, he matched the man's vest!

Chen Yong's consciousness wanted to scream, and she hurriedly reached over and covered her mouth.

While she was doing this, the Horseman has curved his bow like a full moon!

“Boo-hoo!"

Arrow String Shock!

In the sharp cracking sound of the sky, the long arrow swept straight out like lightning, 'poring’, it stabbed steadily into the vest of the man singing! In an instant, the blood flows like a line, slowly down.

Those who are crazy and whistle, slowly stop, slowly turn back.

The wind blew up his robe, brushed up his mess, revealing a young, clear and bright face. It is also a young man under the age of 25.

The young man, his eyes were bright. He stared at the knight who shot a cold arrow at himself, slowly, and he reached back and pulled out the arrow that was stuck in his vest.

“Pour” a sound, blood spilled, the young man plunged the arrow into his vest, pulling it off hard.

The blood of the 'pork' spilled around, in the carriage around, a shock and tears. Chen Yong heard a wagon next to him, a 30-year-old nobleman shrunk into a bunch. He covered his head with sleeves and cried with a scream: “Blood! A lot of blood... Ooh, I'm scared of blood, I'm scared of blood.” In the cry, two half-dressed beauties hurriedly moved up, one hugged his head and one reached behind his back to comfort him.

When the young man reached out and pulled the arrow off his back, he stared at the knight with his eyes, and he stared, and slowly, he put the bloody arrow in his mouth.

Instantly, the blood drained his mouth.

As the blood drifted, the whimpering and screaming of the nobles around them became louder. Among these screams, Chen Rong also smelled a smell of shame. She turned her head, but it was the eunuch who was greeting herself. She was fighting with her hands, and his clothes had become wet, and there was a water stain on the ground.

The young man licked the bloody arrow in his mouth and slowly took it out after swallowing a few drops of blood.

So he held the arrow, and the young man looked at the knight, looking in the direction of the Imperial City, almost suddenly, and he laughed out loud.

With his laughter, the wound on his back, the blood flowing, the eye turning, the attack on the green, was soaked.

The young man laughed wildly, laughed, and his eyes shed two tears.

After laughing furiously, the young man shouted: "I only hate Cao! I hate Cao! If he hadn't fought with the Wu Shu family, he would have exhausted my Zhongyuan blood! If he hadn't been incapacitated, unable to give birth to good grandchildren, unable to protect this Wei Jiangshan, would he have today's marinade? And leave this idiot in a pile, the foolish, incompetent Simma, to rule the world and lose the river mountain? Ha-ha-ha! ”

If he said that his song had a connotation, what he is saying now is that the words refer directly to the dynasty!

The knight's face was red and his legs were pinched, causing the rider to stand up, and he bowed and arrowed again.

Look at the knight lifting his own, Cold Forest arrow. The young man laughed even louder. As he laughed, his hair fluttered in the wind. The tall body was also shaking, like Jade Mountain would collapse.

In a giggle, the young man whistled, scornfully turning a white eye at the knight and screaming, “Vertical! Sue, you don't deserve my life! ”

In an arrogant, flimsy laugh, the young man's right hand reversed, and the arrow in his hand struck his chest like lightning.

“Pour," the bloody arrow heavily inserted into his heart.

At that time, the knight's long arrow had come out of the string and ‘poured’ into the young man's shoulder.

At the same time, the young man was still laughing. Just smiling, he had a mouthful of blood coming out of his mouth.

Blood spits and laughter lasts forever.

I don't know how long it took to stop laughing. Slowly, the young man's tall body, heavily planted on the ground, could not move again.

And where he fell, the blood was pouring!

Looking at the place where the young man fell, Chen Yong slowly stood up in the carriage. She blessed him, lowered her head, closed her eyes and whispered seriously: “Concubine Zhijun is a hero of the Han family. ”

Outside the carriage, it was the screaming, the crying, the ordering, “Come on, come on, come on! ”

“What are you doing here? Let's go, let's go.” 'Ooh, I want my mother. ”

“Disgusting, so much blood, dirty the ground. ”

In a chaotic shouting, Chen Yong heard a cloudy line coming, “How dare you shoot a soldier in the street? I thought you said no public executions. Hey, it's getting messy. ”

In a mess, Chen Yong's carriage was already driving.

Shortly afterwards, her carriage drove through the palace door and towards the inside.

As the carriage drifted further away, so did the hustle and bustle outside, and so did the bloody, gradually moving away, the ears were filled with a sound of singing and a giggle of women.

The carriage crossed the spacious green stone road and entered a tree-lined path.

By the time we got here, there were significantly more eunuchs coming and going on both sides. Chen Yong glanced, his eyes lagged.

These women, all dressed in red and green, are gorgeous. It was still spring, and the clothes on them were already very thin, and the wrapped breasts of the thin shirt appeared clearly in her field of view, even with a floral texture.

Chan Yong smelled the strong fragrance on them and looked back at the spring colour.

The carriage is still moving forward.

Through a peach forest with thick green leaves that had never flowered, a sharp scream came from the pavilion on the right, "Whose woman is that? ”

The inquisitors are naturally Chen Yong's group.

Among the group, the lead eunuch peed his pants. As soon as he entered the palace, he handed Chen Yong over to a small eunuch and left with the support of the eunuchs.

The young eunuch was only fifteen or six years old. He heard the sharp interrogation and immediately rinsed. He hurried for a week, laughing with him to speak.

Instead of waiting for him to speak, the sharp voice had unnecessarily ordered: "Drive the carriage over. ”

When the order fell, the master drove the carriage without saying anything and headed towards the gazebo.

Inside and outside the gazebo, stood five or six eunuchs. A white fat man in his thirties is sitting across the pavilion.

At this moment, the white fat man grabbed the arms of the eunuchs on both sides and his face was bright red.

And beneath his broad robe, there was something creeping. At the same time, it revealed a slender female figure.

Chen Yong only glanced at him and brushed his face red. She squeezed her lips and quickly removed her gaze.

At that time, her ears were still echoing the high voice of the young man killed by the Huan clan, and at that time she also had a long-winded impulse to sing... It is an impulse of despair and sadness.

The eunuch, not knowing what to say, saw that the white fat man was weak and waved in exhaustion. "Wang Hong, the beauty? It's gone. I don't want to see it anymore. ”

When this hand waved, Chen Rong's carriage turned and continued to drive towards the emperor's place.

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Four thousand words for the pink ticket. This chapter has been banned for some time now due to national harmony. Please forgive us all for deleting and modifying it.

Ask the wagon to cross the spacious green stone road and enter a tree-lined path.

By the time we got here, there were significantly more eunuchs coming and going on both sides. Chen Yong glanced, his eyes lagged.

These women, all dressed in red and green, are gorgeous. It was spring, and the clothes on them were already very thin.