Mei Gongqing

Chen Yong leaned slowly and let her face against his face.

Feeling the warmth of his face, listening to his bitter sigh in his ear, Chan's face was not comforting, she could not comfort.

Wang Hong stretched his hand around her waist and softly called out: "Ahrong.” He kissed her in the face, "I didn't want to let you go.” Soft and discreet.

Chen Rong lay still in his arms, her heart, this moment was sweet, both for him to suffer from terminal illness, the first to find her, and for him to say so arbitrarily that he could not let her go.

He made her feel like he cared. For her, that's enough. That's enough.

Chen Yong reached out and touched his forehead as they lay on each other.

She was glad to scream, “Qilong, your forehead is not hot at all.” She opened her eyes, rejoicing, and she was afraid he wouldn't believe it. “It's true, you touch it, you touch it. ”

Wang Hong smiled. He hugged her waist and said: “If you can hear people with typhoid fever, it won't hurt. ”

Chen Ronglian nodded with joy and said: "Yeah, I've also heard that as long as it's not so hot or cold tonight, the disease is not so terrible. If it's not cold or hot for the next three days, it won't hurt. ”

After a pause, Chen Rong asked: "Qilong, the sun is going down. It will be cold here at night. Should we go back to see it? ”

Answer her, is Wang Hong with his eyes closed, lowly answering.

Chen Cheng, who received his answer, laid down beside him, and she stretched her hand over his forehead and snuggled him.

It feels really good when the body temperature is separated from each other and the breath is dissolved. Chen tolerated Gerg smiling and said: “It's like being in a mountain outside Nanyang that night. ”

She stood up and looked at him, laughing happily, "Qilong, I never thought I'd have this day. ”

Wang Hong opened his eyes.

He looked at her quietly, looked at her. He closed his eyes and said in a dull, exhausted manner: "Why should Ayung say such a thing? Why would you say something like that if we could be together and you didn't want to? ”

Speaking of which, he pounded and turned over to ignore Chan.

Chen Yong stretched his hand around his waist.

He picked up her arm on his waist and threw it aside.

Just thrown it away, Chen Rong put it up again.

Wang Hong threw her arm away again.

Chen Jungger smiled and put his arm back where it belonged. “After Qilong's illness, he looked like a child. ”

Wang Hong made a grunt of dissatisfaction from her nose and finally didn't throw her arm away again.

Chen Rong embraced his waist, put his face against his back, smelled his breath, and smiled softly: “Qilong doesn't know, for Aaron, there can be such a moment, enough to know. ”

In the end, the voice was getting lower and lower.

Listening to her sigh, Wang Hong turned around and held her in his chest. Touching her hair, he lowly begged, "Ayung, life is short, why? How so? ”

Chen Zheng, nestled in his arms, just shook his head. In between, she grinned: “Relax a little, and you'll be bored. ”

Her laughter has been bright since we met today, as if she were alive from the heart. She laughed so cheerfully, even though the past moment was so small.

Wang Hong stared at her ink hair for a long time. He closed his eyes.

They embraced each other like this, and without a word, they turned around and went into the night.

In the later hours, Wang Hong has not had any more fever, nor is he afraid of cold. Chen Yongxin is calm.

At night, Chen Rong helped Wang Hong and walked towards Daoguan.

Just approaching, Ping Qiu rushed over, and Ying Aunt also rushed over. When they saw Wang Hong, who walked step by step and was steady, as usual, they braced their feet.

Ping was just about to ask, and the aunt should have pulled her back.

The two returned to Chen Yong's bedroom.

Late at night, behind the screen, the dark red lantern was fumigated by water mist, Chan had her back turned, and her face was a little red.

In the sound of the water flowers, Wang Hong's mute voice came, "Sir. ”

“Why? ”

“I can't wipe my back. ”

Chen Rong's face brushed red. She bit her lips and said: "It's nothing if you don't wash your back for a day. ”

Wang Hong's lazy voice came, "Once upon a time Sir Qing and I were involved...” He just said it here, and Chen Rong shouted, “Stop, stop.”

She said with hatred: "Only once in all, not in the past. ”

The voice of Wang Hongjian surrendered, “I came out of the King's Palace that day, and on the way, I worked really hard... Ching Ching, it's really really hard. ”

Chen Ronghun blushed and cautioned unfairly: "You're still slow, watch out for the cold water. ”

Wang Hong hummed, “My vest is itchy. ”

Chen Rong sipped toward the floor and lipped: “Should I call Ying Auntie? ”

“No!” cried Wang Hongdu. “I just want my king. ”

Chen Yong took another sip.

Hearing her voice, Wang Hong behind the screen started humming again.

Chen Rong blushed and chewed his lips and said: "You, you are sick, you cannot do this. ”

Wang Hong seemed surprised. He complained in a grievance. "Ching Ching, you misunderstood me. Your sandalwood is just itching on your vest, nothing else. ”

Speaking of this, he hurriedly covered his mouth, low, joyfully asked: “Is it the king who wants to? ”

Chen Rongdashy, she shouted: “Hugh is talking nonsense. ”

After a pause, she cautioned again, "The water is really cold. ”

Wang Hong buried his face in the water, and the voice came in a jar. "I want Ching Ching to treat me like he was in a carriage that day. ”

He said, naturally, that he saved her from building King Kong's Palace.

On that day, Chen Rong had a magical aroma that prompted emotion.

Chen tolerated and endured, but replied: “I don't remember the situation at the time. ”

Wang Hong raised his head from the water and shouted, “You're lying!” The voices are full of complaints.

This tone, this sound, reminds Chen Yong of his faint face, his glamorous eyes, and his beautiful face like a drop of jade stone.

Her face brushed red and she bit her lips. Chen Rong's heart said: What am I stubborn about? Maybe after today, there will be no tomorrow... I, I listened to him.

And so she stood up.

Wang Hong lowered his smile when he saw Chen Rong standing up in a beautiful figure.

He smiled, Chen Yong was ashamed. She was just about to annoy him, the sound of footsteps outside, Sun Yan's voice came from afar, “Aaron Aaron. ”

Sun Yan is here?

Chen Rongyi interrupted and rushed to Wang Hong. After the screen, Wang Hong lazily leaned by the bathtub, "Qing Qing, when this is so cheerful, no one can see you. ”

Chen Rong glanced at him and blushed. "Who's been cheering with you?" ”

That said, she knew that meeting Sun Yan at this time was too embarrassing.

At this time, the sound of footsteps came to the exterior, flattened out at the same time as Aunt Ying. Chen Rong heard Aunt Ying's voice. “It's Sun Jia Lang, my fairy aunt is already asleep. ”

“Sleeping?” Sun Yan stopped and said: “Why are you sleeping so early? There's a flower lamp on West Lane tonight. ”

"Ping chuckled. 'Forgive me, Master Lang, but Fairy Aunt is asleep.” "When Fairy Aunt came back, she laughed and said she was tired. ”

After a moment of silence, Sun Yachang sighed. "What are you doing sleeping so early in the moon? Just do it.” Go ahead, he turns around and leaves.

Quiet was restored outside.

After the screen came a splash of water and flowers, Chen Rong listened and called in haste: "Ying, get some more hot water. ”

The two of them did not go far, and they answered yes.

Another while later, after the screen, Wang Hong's boring voice came, “Why didn't Qing Qing mention it? You want to cheat? ”

Chen Yong was thinking about Sun Yan, and he couldn't help but smile. At this point, the door rang lightly and the aunt's voice came, “Here comes the hot water. ”

Chen Rong answered. “Put it down. ”

“Yes.”

Chen Yong opened the door and brought in the bucket of water. She was good, and she didn't bother carrying the water.

When the water came to the screen, Chen Jung lowered his head and said: "Step back a little. ”

Men shrink from good to corner.

Chen Rong lifted the water and poured it towards the bucket. On one side, she looked over at the wall. Her face blushed and her eyes opened so wide that she didn't dare look at a naked man.

At this point, a warm heat came.

When that wet, warm skin touched her, Chan Yong's hands trembled and soaked into his neck.

“Don't touch me. ”

Chen Yong whispered the command.

As soon as the order came out, the hand grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the bucket.

Suddenly, Chen Zheng couldn't help but fall forward. She stretched out her hand and held it steady, but she pressed her slippery body.

In panic, Chen Yong quickly moved her hand away, but in this way, she stood unstable and fell into the bathtub without a head.

As soon as she went into the water, the man in the bucket laughed, and he stopped and hugged Chen Rong into the bathtub. Chen Rong was going to struggle. When he came in, he had slippery, naked skin. When he took care of his condition, he dared not push.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Rong crowded with the man. The water splashed all over her head, making her hair wet, her clothes wet and firmly attached to her body, showing a beautiful curve.

The flowers dripped off Chen Yong's forehead in a string, blocking her gaze. Chen Rong tried to blink her natural eyes and wanted to see some clearly. Her beautiful face was also red and faint. Really cute and tight.

Wang Hong looked at her and suddenly opened his bare arms and held her upright.

He held her tightly, holding her, lowly begging: "Ayung, stay with me.” That's from all seriousness. Almost trembling, he begged, "Ayung, live with the pillow, die with the cave, isn't that good? ”

He held her so tight, his voice still weak.

Never like this moment, Chen Yong felt that he was so genuinely eager, so deeply hopeful.

Chen Rong was held tight by him. She trembled, her lips twitched and wormed. Eventually, she lowered her voice: “When you become your concubine, you will not only be Ayung, but also ask permission from your family and permission from your mother-in-law..." Lang Jun, Aaron can't ask for the whole thing. In my life, I won't call anyone the mother-in-law. ”

That's still calm and hard.

Slowly, Wang Hongsong let her go.

He turned around, mute, and said softly: "Rub my back.” Just for a moment, his voice and just now, had been sentenced to two, as if he had picked up his sanity and calm.

Chen Yong responded softly, slowly and carefully wiping this white jade-like hard and delicate muscle.

As she rubbed, she couldn't help but lower her head and gently imprinted a kiss on his shoulder blade. Kiss into the water, not at all.

A man's indifferent voice came, "Sir, the heart is iron stone, why do you have to make such a boring move? You want to soothe me with that kiss? ”

Where he couldn't see, Chen Yong just shook his head and she didn't speak.

Standing wet from the barrel, Chen Rong walked behind the screen and turned her back to the man. After changing her clothes, she said softly: “The water is going to get cold, come out. ”

This time, men should stand up. The sound of Cissos dressed up.

Not long after, the man turned around and walked out the door.

Chen Rong rushed off. She pulled his sleeve, "It's windy out there. ”

The man muttered and finally there was no objection dragged back a few years ago by Chen Zheng.

Pressing the man on the collapse, Chen Cheng picked up the towel and rubbed his hair, laughing: “This place is despicable. There is no amber, no white jade pillow. I don't know. I'm not used to it. ”

She laughed lightly and was completely empty.

Men don't care about her.

Chen Cheng carefully rubbed his ink hair and looked at this completely different, childlike man. Chen Cheng slowly knelt down.

She knelt at the same height as him, then put her face on his face. Looking at the two faces tightly together in the bronze mirror, Chen Rong lowered his voice: “Qilong, give me a strand of hair, okay? ”

She asked in her mouth, but took the scissors.

Through the dusk copper mirror, he looked at the beautiful little woman behind him, pious, gentle, one by one to provoke his long hair in the palm of the jade, Wang Hong Na naturally pounded lips, slowly tight.

He closed his eyes.

As he closed his eyes, for half a day, all the fragility, lethargy, obsession, all that floated on his face disappeared.

At this moment, he's been him again.

Chen Yong just didn't notice.

Wang Hong's lips moved and the sound of water came low and low in the room. "It was to wash my bloody white clothes and put them on the side of my pillow. It was to cut off this strand of hair and hide it beside me. Don't you want to be my concubine? ”

His throat rolled for a moment and he eventually vomited, but he sighed with hatred, "How can there be such a stubborn woman in this world? ”

Chen Yong did not speak. She just lowered her head and focused on provoking his long hair, one by one, one by one.

Half a day later, Wang Hong, whose hair had dried, glanced into the bronze mirror. The woman, who was carefully placing his long hair in the incense bag, whispered: “Night, go to sleep. ”

Come on, he stood up, his hair dripping, his white robe twitching, slowly walking towards the only collapse.

Sleeping in the landslide, his voice floated like a wind, "Come to sleep, I won't touch you. ”

When Chen Yong did not move, he closed his eyes and said softly: “What I have is not typhoid. ”

As soon as that was said, Chen Rongteng raised his head.

After a while, Wang Hong's faint voice came, "Come here, tomorrow I will go back to the house. Goodbye, I don't know what the scenery is. ”

Upon hearing this, Chen Rongxin tightened her heart. She walked over gently and slept gently beside him. With a hug in his arm, she...

Lean quietly against him and place your face firmly under his chest armpit.

He smelled his body like this, felt his heart beat, and Chen Yong couldn't move.

Wang Hong didn't move either. He closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

The hourglass drifted away.

Her heartbeat gradually shifted from rapid convergence to soothing.

His heartbeat has always been strong.

Chen Yong kept her eyes open. She stared at the white clothes on the tip of her nose, feeling the warmth on the bottom of the white clothes and breathing.

After not knowing how long, Chen Yong slowly closed his eyes and entered Dreamland.

Wake up again, in a bird chirp. As soon as Chen Rong opened his eyes, he stroked to the side.

Side, empty as well.

Chen Rong was shocked and looked at him hastily.

Where are the others?

Obviously, yesterday was not a dream. Chen Rong hurried onto the wooden shoes and walked towards the outside. A squeak opened the door and looked at the servant who had swept the fallen leaves in the courtyard. Chen Rong hurriedly walked a few steps closer and asked: “Where's Lang Jun? ”

This servant is from Wang Hong. He shook his hand at Chen Rong and replied respectfully: “Lang Jun left early in the morning. ”

“How did you get away? ”

“Since riding in a carriage. Didn't Lung leave a few carriages in sight last time? ”

Is that so?

Chen Yong answered softly and slowly walked out.

She walked all the way to the hilltop on the left side of the viewing gate, holding the stone fence, and there were few pedestrians in Jiangkang City below... Looking back and forth, the familiar figure was finally missing.

Chen Rong turned around and she clasped her lips, holding still for a long time.

A black carriage is driving steadily in early morning Jiangkang City. The wheels roll on the slate road, making a dull noise.

MasterChef is a man in his thirties. He is also a brave master who follows his horses on both sides.

Among these people, the 40-year-old, pale, thin cleric, became eye-catching.

He approached the carriage and whispered: “Or Lang Jun is smart. Yesterday, there were five waves of people jumping out. ”

In the carriage, Wang Hongrun's gentle voice was heard, “It's not just them, it's just a slight change, you have to remember. ”

“Written down. ”

The warrior answered with a long hand and said: "This time, the Prince and Wang Qi were ill at the same time. I don't know how many people rejoiced. Ha ha,” he looked at Wang Hong with a smile. "Why is Lang Jun not sick for a few more days? Want to attract more people. ”

In the carriage, Wang Hong's voice was slightly chilled, "No need. If you get sick again, only those close to you will suffer. ”

And the word came out, and the scribe looked at him, and he nodded his head, and yeah, the world had come for profit, for profit. If you drag it further, it will only be possible for those who belong to Lang Jun to float.

After a few more words, Wenshi stared at Lang Jun in the carriage and suddenly laughed, "Lang Jun can do what he wants?” He blinked, and in the utmost sincerity, he asked with a smile of endurance: “Remember yesterday when Lang Jun came to Guanli, but as he said, this time he faked typhoid with the wind chill, it was an arrow many times... At least that woman will be soft. Don't you know that Lang's lady feels life and death is uncertain and no longer stubborn? Promise to enter your house? ”

His smile is disgusting.

The guards saw, one lip laughed, but they still stared at the front seriously, afraid that their lord would be angry.

I don't know, in a moment of silence, Lang Jun in the carriage answered. He was low and said with a bitter smile: "Feel life and death uncertain, no longer stubborn? She listened to me get typhoid, very happy. ”

Everyone turned around and looked into the carriage.

Among all the consternation, Wang Hong's voice was full of powerlessness, "She replied happily to me: If you and I could die about this, we would be satisfied. ”

The crowd first turned a blind eye and laughed.

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