Mei Gongqing

Chen Yong lowered her head. After a while, she laughed. "No more talking about this. Aren't you going to hang out? ”

Sun Yan picked out his eyebrows and whispered: “We're turning the subject around again.” He reached for the first time and called out to the master outside: "Go, go west alley. ”

Lie back, Sun Yan put his hands on his head and said: “Ayung has never been to the west alley, has he? The place is filled with little bridges and the scenery is beautiful. Every night, the girls from the red building go up and sing in the lake, and the kites blow, and they are so beautiful. ”

As he spoke, the voice gradually calmed down.

Chen Rong glanced at him. She understood. She sighed. "Don't think too much. If you hear from your uncle, go back to the house and say it. ”

Sun wrinkled his eyebrows and thought, turning over and sitting up straight, said: "Okay, then go back. ”

The carriage is heading back.

Sun Yan kept sending Chen Rong back to Daoguan before driving away. Looking away at Sun Yan's back, Chen Yong turned and left.

Standing on this hillside, behind the spectator's door, in front of a dense forest, the wind blows and its warm sleeves are even smooth. Chen Rong hummed the song and walked forward quickly.

A few steps out, Chen Yong's footsteps were a flash, and the humming in his mouth gradually stopped.

She stared at the white figure.

In her gaze, the man slowly approached her, and as he walked to her, he lowered his head and looked at her, his breath sprayed hot on her forehead, the tip of his nose.

“You're here? ”

Chen Rong asked softly. Seeing that he had not answered, she smiled and whispered: “How long have you been here? ”

As she said, she raised her head.

This raised her head and she saw his slightly red handsome face. He was looking at her quietly, his eyes a little tender and a little confused. Chen Yong's heart jumped and couldn't help reaching out and touching his face.

This face, she freaked out, "It's hot. Are you sick? ”

The man in front of her, still smiling lightly at her. Chen Yong held onto him and lowered his voice: “Why are you still here if you're sick? Wouldn't you ask the doctor to see it? ”

Men's eyes, ink hair on their cheeks. In Chen Yong's blame, he looked up at her. This look was a little confused. This man, who was always strong and accommodating, took off all his shell and became a vulnerable child. The confusion in his eyes and a moment of weakness made Chan Yong's mind tremble.

She grabbed him and asked him urgently, "What happened? ”

Man, keep your head down.

He put his face on her shoulder, his breath was hot and his voice was a little soft, “It's all right. ”

Chen Yong reached for his forehead. This probe was a little hot. Without her heart being firm, she reached for his chest.

At this point, the man leaning on her shoulder asked softly: "Get on the boat. ”

Chen Rong answered and took him to the boat behind the mountain.

The man on her body, obviously weak, leaned on her shoulder like this, and weighed most of her body.

He exhaled a warm breath and poured it on her skin, making her uncomfortable.

So he held him, and Chen Yong moved backwards one step at a time. Chen Rongxiao asked, “Let's look back. ”

“No.” He grabbed her wrist, the hot moxibustor in his palm, "Just you and me. ”

Just you and me.

Somehow, when he heard this, Chen Yong's heart softened.

She couldn't help but respond, holding him down the hill. Fortunately, she practiced martial arts and was physically overpowered, so that she held a grown man steadily out of hundreds of steps, albeit wheezing.

When she held him to the lake in the back mountain, after she asked him to stand steady, Chen Rong took out the lazy ones to move out, and hid the collapse of the clean place, and then helped him to a shelter.

Having just sat him down, the man pulled a little, causing Chan to kneel down. She had not sat up straight, and the man had pillowed on her lap.

He closed his eyes.

Chen Yong stroked his forehead and said: “It's really hot, you have to call a doctor. ”

“No,” the man said with his eyes closed and his mouth snapped, "Sudi had typhoid fever," in Chen Yong's tremor, he muttered, "I came from there this morning, a message came out of the palace, the prince felt typhoid. ”

He opened his eyes slowly with a slightly dry lip.

Looking at Chen's anxious face, he said softly and gently, “Ayung knows how proud your Qilong is, how can you let those little people be cheap? I just found out I was sick, and I came to you. Wouldn't it be better if it weren't for typhoid, if it was typhoid, to live with Aaron? ”

Typhoid fever has been endemic since the Han Dynasty, and in the event of a pandemic, there have been even ten chambers and nine empty spaces. Although Zhang Zhongjing, a medical scientist, wrote a book called "The Theory of Typhoid Fever” with no wisdom, it was first regarded by some as a treasure in the high court. Later, at the end of the Han Dynasty, Hunu was rampant, but he was still missing.

Without the Book of Wonder, the world was scared when it heard of typhoid fever. For this endemic epidemic, the world was helpless, and the patient was found to have abandoned it. For example, if Wang Hong is not abandoned, he can keep a secret guard against infection, which is necessary.

Chen Rong's lips trembled and she whispered, “Maybe it's not that disease at all. ”

Wang Hong lowered his voice and muttered: “Maybe... I have been weak since childhood, before I was ten years old, twice dying.” His long eyelashes, as he spoke, cast an arc-shaped shadow under his eyes, accompanied by his slightly red, handsome face, extremely weak.

Chen Rong clutched him unconsciously.

Wang Hong saw, smiled softly. He seemed a little tired and closed his eyes again. It took a while to go on: “When I was a child, some tall people used to say that I was a short and blessed face, and that was heard by many people. Nowadays, I have just offended some people, such as those suffering from time-borne diseases, who may not die from typhoid fever, but also from the hands of small people. ”

Chen Rong understood.

She lowered her voice and put her face on his face and asked softly, "What can I do? ”

Wang Hong said: "I am very hot, it should be better to pump cold water on my forehead. ”

Chen Yong answered and hurriedly picked up and hid it, tearing the white clothes used to replace it. The cloth was tough and she bit and bit with her teeth, tearing them with one end of each hand. Pull it straight onto your forehead and expose the blues. The fabric is still intact.

Ahrong's head was low, his teeth bit one end, and he tore it up vigorously. As the tearing sound of the fabric of "Yuzu -" came, Chen rong Tonghong's little face opened a brilliant satisfying smile.

After tearing the white cloth into pieces, she turned around and ran to the lake. None of them noticed that Wang Hong had been over his head and had been watching her quietly.

After putting a damp cloth on his forehead, Chen Yong thought about it and wrapped his hands and feet in a damp cloth.

Do it all right, she's sweaty. Looking up at Wang Hong, he was staring at himself blindly. Chan gave him a brilliant smile and said happily: “Don't be afraid, you will be fine. ”

Her smile was a little too bright: she was the only one in the world who knew that the man in front of her was a truly short-lived man, and that in the previous life he had died in Moyang City. His life, like hers, is now found. I really don't know if God remembers it one day, so I took it back.

Looking quietly at her Wang Hong, she blinked, dumbfounded and asked a little weakly: “Ayung. ”

Chen Yong looked at him and responded gently: “Mmm. ”

He looked at her, his eyes hanging slightly, leaving his long lashes hanging, blocking the complexity of his eyes, "Don't you hate me? Then why are you so scared now? ”

Chen Yong was stuck.

She looked at him and shook her head slowly, "I hate you, but I don't want you to get sick, I don't want you to suffer, I don't want you to die. ”

She lowered her head and put her face on his face, printing a kiss on his dry lips, gently saying: "I just want you to live well. ”

Wang Hong smiled.

He turned his eyes to the sky, and the bewildered, hidden red eyes, really seemed a little glamorous. The white and handsome face of the lining is very tempting.

He whispered, "I see. Aaron is kinder than me.” He lifted his mouth and laughed, “Two hours ago, I found myself wrong. The more you look at it, the more like that terrible typhoid. Yong knows what I think? ”

He looked at her with a smile, tenderness, weakness and ruthlessness in his eyes, "my first thought at the time was that no one could know if it wasn't typhoid or not. Then I thought of you. Ayung, look, I obviously have a terrible, contagious terminal illness, but I was the first to think of you, trying to drag you back to Yellow Springs with me. ”

He asked her in a very low voice, dull and smiling voice, "Ayung, am I bad? ”

Chen Yong smiled gently and shook her head. She reached for him and looked at his forehead again. She scolded: “Don't talk nonsense. You'll be fine, you won't die. ”

Wang Hong refused, and his child stared at her with anger. He asked, "Yeong hasn't said it yet. Am I bad? ”

Chen Yong looked down at him and looked at him. She couldn't help but gently bite at the tip of his nose.

She put him in her arms, flipping over the damp cloth, whilst casually saying, “I don't know.” She changed a wet cloth and put it on his forehead. "I'm not sick of going to Yellow Springs with Qilong.” She smiled at him, her eyes softened to reveal the water, "No, I'm not tired of it, but I love it... It's a wonderful thing for a woman to live and die with her favorite sandalwood, and I dare not ask for it. ”

It was almost her voice that fell, and she was pulled hard by the man who collapsed, while he held her chin, lips together and kissed her up.

Chen Zheng did not react until his hot tip squeezed her mouth and chased her little tongue. She didn't say, "You're still sick. ”

But the voice was vague and completely swallowed into his stomach.

He held her face with his hands. The kiss came rushing and hot. Chen Rong avoided for a few moments, so let him go.

One kiss over, both panting. Chen Rong lay down on him and reached out and touched him. "Qilong, you're sweating. ”

Rumor has it that this typhoid disease, if you sweat and avoid the wind chill, is fine.

“Mm-hmm.” Wang Hong responded softly.

Chen Rong stood up from his chest and looked around, rejoicing: “Fortunately, the mountain is tight and the wind is cold. ”

She lowered her head and touched his back. She touched the wet, sticky skin. Chen Rungxie said with joy: "It's really sweaty, it's really sweaty.” Because of joy, the voices are a little trembling.

At this point, the man beneath said with tenderness: "Ayung, lie down on me. ”

Chen Rongyi, his mouth moved, just wanted to say no, but responded with a gentle tone and lay down on his face.

With two warm bodies stacked together like this, Chen Zheng can clearly feel the stiffness on his chin.

Although there was one time, Chen Zheng felt a little blushed and faint. She put her face on his neck and mumbled, “I'm so heavy, I'm going to crush you, okay? ”

People under me, no response.

Chen Yong waited and said: “Can't you breathe? ”

Still no response.

Chen Yongzhi looked up at him.

The man on the body was looking at her with his reddish, mellow, hidden eyes.

He looked too focused. Chen Rong couldn't help but laugh. “What do you think I'm doing? ”

Wang Hong reached out his right hand and gently caressed her back.

His left hand, on her chin, moves between her eyebrows.

Touching her, Wang Hong lowly said: “I'm a little up.” As he said, he also topped.

Tending the floor, Chen Rong blushed to the neck. She shouted. Don't go too far to see him.

Wang Hong smiled. “Shame on you? ”

Chen Yong did not respond.

He looked up and printed it on her little mouth, laughing down: "Don't be ashamed. ”

Chen Rongshan blushed and tried to roll down from him as soon as his hand was supported. Wang Hong's arms locked and held her thin waist. He buried his face between her neck and lowered his voice: "It didn't move.” The voice was a little weak, and while Chan Cheng was still groaning, he begged: “I'm a little cold, Ayung, don't move. ”

Perhaps he wasn't begging, but the voice was weak and soft, and Chan looked so vulnerable when he heard it.

Chen Yung hurriedly held him tight and muttered: "Okay, I'm not moving. ”

At this point, his lips were sticking to her little mouth, mumbling: “The mouth is a little dry.” As he went into the room, he asked for her sweet gift.

Chen Rong was funny and cheerful, but her heart finally smelled sweet. In his eagerness to ask for a kiss, she muttered: “Where is this excuse? ”

He whispered about her lips and stroked the strap with his big hand. He felt that he was pulling on the jade strap. Chen Rongqi said: “No, you're sick! ”

Just spit out five words, she can only spit 'hmm’.

However, Wang Hong took his hand.

He held her waist, fine, and over and over clogged her lips, drawing her tongue with his tongue. The breath blended in, Chen Yong's eyes flashed, and a sweat flashed over his forehead.

Chen Rongyi rubbed his hand on his forehead and just rubbed it off. She quickly moved her body and put her lips on his forehead.

Turning his eyes, Chen Rong shouted joyfully: “You're not that hot anymore. ”

She grinned with his face, squinting her eyes: "Qilong, if you don't believe me, touch it. Really, your forehead isn't that hot. ”

Wang Hong hasn't responded yet, a messy footsteps are coming.

Chen Yongyi, lateral head and ears.

The footsteps were messy and cluttered, and five people were coming this way. When Chen Rong opened his eyes, Wang Hong's palm was covered in her little mouth.

Chen Rongzi did not make a sound. She glanced at Wang Hong and told him to drop his hand and listen carefully.

Shortly afterwards, the sound of a smile came along, "Looks like my daughter, the fairy aunt is not here anymore.” Next to him, the aunt said in a clear voice: “Yeah, boy, you see, there's nobody here.” After a pause, she asked in confusion, "Little man, this is such a hurry, but is it important? If it's really important, call all the people in the audience to look. ”

At this point, a young voice said, "No need.” He smiled, "just checking in. Okay, let's go. ”

As soon as it came out, the line turned around and left.

Until their footsteps could no longer be heard, Chen Rong snorted out his breath and looked at Wang Hong.

Wang Hong's expression was a little dull. He held his eyebrows, slowly pulled the corner of his mouth and said, “Did you find us here?” Turning his eyes, he frowned and muttered: “Yes, those clothes. Those clothes were touched by them. Yeah, I've been back from Sioux City for a while. How could I suddenly get sick? It's those clothes! ”

When he saw Wang Hong staring at the sky, he frowned and pondered, and Chen Rong dared not move, and lay down on him honestly.

At this time, Wang Hong's mute laughter came, “How dare you find me here? They're pretty sure about my disease. ”

The sound sinks with apathy.

Chen Yong reached out and shook his hand to comfort him. It was not time for her to express her opinion, so she did not speak.

At this time, Wang Hong moved.

Knowing what he meant, Chen Jung flipped down.

Wang Hong sat up. He hugged Chen Rong into his arms. He pillowed on her hair and stared forward for a while. He lowered his voice: “They can move my clothes. Looks like this guy, he's with me.” With his lips on his face, he shrugged, “Is it possible that Mu Yang City, the same person who knew that I had a grudge with Mu Yong, leaked my whereabouts? ”

To think of it, he held Chen Cheng's fine waist and tightened his hand.

Feeling that he seemed to be trembling, Chen Yong hurriedly held him tight, let his temperature warm him.

Next, Wang Hong hasn't spoken for a long time.

I felt the atmosphere was a little chilly and Chen Yung didn't dare move. She just held him tight and held him tight at her own temperature.

At this time, over her head, Wang Hong's low laugh came, “Sir, you see, I have traveled all over the world. I don't know how many people in this Kangcheng have said to me to love me... But I'm really uncomfortable. You're the only one who can snuggle. ”

He said here, stretching out his arms and hugging her heavy.

After a while, in the beating heart of the two people, he lifted Chen Yong's chin, gently and sincerely looked at her and said: “Ayung, I promised you that day as your concubine, not belittled, not heartless, but you can only be your concubine. ”

He ignored Chen's tight lips, his white face, held her chin, and said softly and gently: "Silly child, you really want to make things simple. Do you think Wang Hing's wife is so good? Not to mention dealing with the servants, but dealing with the brothers and sisters of our Lao Wang family, sister-in-law elders, managing the property in my name, is very troublesome... Most importantly, the matriarch wanted to lift me up. The late matriarch's wife had no strong backstage matriarch. If something like this happens today, you can't use your mother's power to escort me, mess with lawsuits, and you can't use your strength to get around. As my wife, I would often enter the palace and sit alongside the Queen of the Palace. Without the support of my mother, the Queen of the Palace would dare to crush you with words and oppress you. And these acts, too, are slapping Wang's face! ”

He looked at her and his eyes were clear and gentle, "These are the things I don't care about. How could the elders not care? How come the elders don't care? Ayung,” He lowered his head and pressed it gently on her lips, muttering: “I dare say, as long as I start marrying you today, tomorrow you will be a corpse. ”

He raised his head and pressed her hand against his chest, his voice softly begging: "Ayung, the concubine's position is just below the wife's chamber... As long as I don't die, I'll do everything I can to protect you. ”

His eyes were so clear and tender.

She can see a reflection of herself in his eyes.

Slowly, Chen Rong smiled. She shook her head and said: “Qilong thought I didn't even know this? The day you promised me your concubine, I hated you because I hated you...” She didn't go on, she just shook her head.

She turned her eyes and said, "Qilong, I never thought I'd marry you. Never asked to marry you. ”

She looked at him and smiled slowly. The voice was dull and said: "Qilong, I was trying to avoid you. People like you, I know I can't love them. ”

Wang Hong looked slowly and said: "But I don't want you to avoid me. Yong, I want you to be with me and have children with me. ”

White head all the time?

Chen Yong's eyes were red.

She stared at the outside, straight past a good person, and she looked up at him, slowly and firmly, and said: "It's good now, Qilong. ”

She looked at him and raised her mouth and smiled, “I'm Qiluo, your outer room... If you think about it, come on, you can marry a concubine and live the same life as you used to. ”

She stretched her hand over his dry lips and slowly said, "We want to be together, we don't want to be apart. ”

She said it gently and beautifully.

Wang Hong reached out and held her wrist.

He stared at her, staring closely at her. Slowly, he smiled slightly and said powerlessly: “Why did Ayung lie to me? You're outside my room, and it doesn't even matter if the child has a name. You have such a strong personality that you can tolerate my wife's concubine? But fear that the day will come, and you will have left. ”

He closed his eyes tightly and fell toward the collapse, looking up at his face, helpless, and lowered his voice: "Ayung, your heart is so hard! ”

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