Mei Gongqing

In the courtyard, there was a very ordinary carriage parked without any signs. Wang Hong held Chen Yong and whispered; “Let's go. ”

“Yes.”

Carriage driven.

Originally, there were always many people wandering around outside Wang Hong's yard, but this time when the carriage was driven out of the side door, even though someone looked at the carriage, they didn't care: Dr. Guanglu was seriously injured and was dying. At this time, it was common sense that she should not move. Besides, the carriage was so ordinary that there was no front or rear escort. No one could have imagined that Wang Hong and Chen Yong would be sitting in this carriage.

Of course, it's not that nobody cares at all, and gradually, a few people follow the wagon.

As the wagon entered one alley, Wang Hong drilled out of the wagon with Chen Rong in his arms and boarded another wagon... Every alley was changed like this, and after the fifth carriage, there was no one behind them.

The carriage continues forward.

The moon rose gradually, and tonight's night sky, there was no idle cloud, and there was only one round of moon in a clear and clear sky. The sky is infinitely clear, and the moon is pure and cold.

In the carriage, Wang Hong lowered his head and looked quietly at Wang Hong in his arms.

With the subversion of the carriage, Chen, who was not awake, would from time to time glance at his eyebrows and reveal the colour of pain. Looking at her eyebrow peak, Wang Hong lowered his head and bit gently. After leaving several toothmarks on the eyebrow peak, Wang Hong touched his lips and asked dumbfoundly: “Sir, I'm back. Why aren't you awake?” He smiled low, bored by his lips and her skin, "I bite you, don't you even stare at me? ”

The voice was very light, seemingly nil, mixed into the night breeze, blind, it was the woman in her arms and deaf ears.

Wang Hong muted more cheerfully.

The wagon walked slowly and slowly, and every time it was turned upside down, the conductor looked nervously into the wagon.

At such a speed, less than one hour, the sound of the master rang from outside the carriage, "Lang Jun, here we are. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Wang Hong responded, freely removing a piece of jade from the waist and waving towards the outside of the car. Then, the 'nourishment -’ sounded loud, and the dumb doors were pushed through by gravity.

The carriage continues to drive.

One minute later, Wang Hong jumped out of the carriage. He looked up at the moonlight, at this peaceful and rustic courtyard, at the six men and women bowing to each other, and at the twenty guards, and asked softly: "Bring the real man. ”

“'Yes,' said the escort.” After the response, he hesitated to say: "Youlang Jun, the original human nature is violent, he has been cursing people for these two times. If he sees the doctor, will he scream and leak? ”

Wang Hong knew what he meant. He shook his head and said: “This place is out of line, let him scold. ”

“Yes.”

After the escort left, Wang Hong hugged Chen Rong and stepped into the bedroom.

Though the garden tree house is ordinary, the house is exquisite and comfortable. Inside the fragrance array, the pink gauze floated down, and at the gauze window, a window of dark green intoxicated the entire heavens and earth.

Wang Hong held Chen Yong and gently placed her on the bed.

He sat beside her and held her hand.

Looking at her, he sighed low and muttered: "Ayung, I was wrong, I was wrong. ”

His lips were tight and tight.

At this time, a loud scolding came, “Cure me, cure me, cure me too! Don't you brazen bandits ever hear of doctors who can't ask? ”

And then he yelled, "Which king are you in the Sima Room? Such an insult to my husband is intolerable!” Originally a Confucian, he read poetry full of filial integrity, but hung his stamp and left less than a month before he became an official. Since then, he has studied medicine hard, and closed the door for less than three years. The first time, he has cured the incurable disease of King Liang in Zhongyuan. More than seventy years ago, he practiced the art of alchemy ten years ago.

Therefore, even if he was abusive, he was also creepy, only loud and angry.

Those who follow the original people have always been the only ones who have promised, without refuting a single sentence. They led the original man outside the door and gave him a gift, saying, "Real man, please! ”

The real person laughed and kicked the door open, screaming: “My husband wants to see which ignorant little thief impersonates the bandit. ”

As soon as his voice fell, his eyes were clouded by the white figure standing next to the bed.

Wang Hong slowly turned back. He glanced at his eyes. He dared not believe the real person. Deeply, he said: "Wang Qi has seen the real person. ”

“King Luang Qi? ”

“Exactly! ”

‘Slip, slip, slip,' the real man rushed to Wang Hong's face with an arrow. He lowered his head and glared at Wang Hong. He drank: "Is it you who kidnapped his husband, Wang Qi? ”

Wang Honghong said gracefully: "Please don't blame the old man for the offense. ”

The real person laughed. He stared at Wang Hong several times and turned to Chen Yong for the first time.

Looking at Chen Rong, the real person grinned: “Is this the wind path aunt that makes you ignore everything? ”

Wang Hong showered. “Exactly. ”

The original man is still staring at him.

Wang Hongshenzhen smiled deeply: “Hongxing the old man once said that if he met his real husband in this life, he would also die for three years. Wang Hongcai, although there is a risk of conspiracy and trickery, then, running the game, playing with Hunu, and taking the real husband as the three words. This time, I only begged the old man to save the woman. ”

The real person stared at Wang Hong, and frowned for a while. “Aren't those people chewing their tongues? Are you saying that Wang Hong never likes to ask for help? Why are you here today? ”

Wang Hong lowered his head and said: "If the injured person is Hiro, he can die. Then, it was the woman who was injured. She was more in love than me, and she couldn't bear to leave. ”

The real person hummed again, and he shouted, “I don't know, thief! ”

This is how he cursed, he sat down on the bed and sat down, and the real person cursed, “Real husband? Boo, is there such an obsession with a real husband? ”

Wang Hong smiled bitterly.

The real person saw him not answer, stared at him again, and pressed Chen Yong's pulse.

As soon as he put his hand on Chen Rong, Wang Hong stopped moving. He just didn't look at the original person instantly.

At this time, the original man took Chen Yong's other hand.

After putting his hands over the pulse, the original man stood up, and he opened the quilt covered on Chen Rong's bare feet and pressed a pulse in front of her feet.

This process is not long, front and rear for only a minute, but always with a smile, the posture is elegant Wang Hong, his vest clothes are completely sweaty.

After a while, the original man put the quilt back on Chen's face.

He turned around and looked at Wang Hong. He frowned: "Didn't you say that the Nine Princesses used ‘Misty’ on her? Where is it? ”

Wang Hong respectfully replied: “No poisoning, the nine princesses used to assassinate her knife, and Hiro sent someone to replace it. ”

As soon as this came out, the real man glared at him, his white long brow screwed into a group, "You know the Ninth Duke mainly assassinated your woman, why didn't you stop it? ”

Wang Hong said nothing but laughter.

The real person groaned and drank disgustingly, “You must be the thief who played some conspiracy. No wonder you yourself said there was a risk of conspiracy. Thieves are not good people. ”

Wang Hong looked up and smiled softly: “The real person is wrong. Good men are never heirs to a family like the Wang clan. ”

The original frowned and shook his head, sighing: "You are a hero's heart. Even a woman who's pregnant with your child can't do it! ”

When he said this, Wang Hong stood up straight and shook his body. He slowly lowered his head and stared deeply at Chen Yong. Wang Hong's voice was extremely mute, "It was wrong... Until this moment, it will be known that this heart will also ache.” If the stone was heavier, no, he was completely wrong. He should think differently, he should think differently.

Wang Hongkou shouted with a smile and muttered: “My grandfather once said that I am a cruel man... He's wrong, I'm in a heartache right now. ”

When he said 'heartache like a hanging’, his tone was calm, his beautiful face smiled, his eyes were clear and high, there was no half distraction like a hanging. But somehow, the old man watched him swinging with the night wind and couldn't help but believe his words.

Though he believed it, he walked toward the end of a few prescriptions, took the gold needle and walked toward the old man of Chen Rong. “It's useless to make such mistakes again in the future. ”

After listening to him, Wang Hong's eyes lit up. He stepped back and couldn't stand to look at the old man. He shook: “There is an old treatment from Lao Yuan. ”

The old man burned the gold needle in his hand on the candle, weighing in on the inside of Chen Yong's wrist, twisting it as he said: “Thank you, this woman, by this moment, her energy, still gathered in the belly of Dantian... She wants to keep the baby in her belly. ”

Wang Hong heard the words, his mouth flashed, his eyes glistened. He stared quietly at Chen Zheng and lowered his voice: "She has never been.” In the voice, there is pride, satisfaction, unclear joy and love.

The old man inserted a needle in Chen Yong's side abdomen. As he rubbed his fingers quickly, he glanced at Wang Hong and said: “If you care so much about this woman, you can come hard. You little thief is really high, and you don't know if bliss is evil. ”

Wang Hongzi did not answer.

Over time, the old moves faster and more gold needles are inserted into Chen's body. When the nine gold needles glistened in the candlelight, his forehead was sweaty and his lips were closed. Where else could he talk to Wang Hong?

I don't know how long it's been, but the old man said, "Okay.” As he said, he drew the needle.

When he smoked the fifth mouth, a low, dark ‘chirping’ sound appeared, slowly, Chan Cheng's eyelids lifted, slowly, she opened a pair of blind eyes.

Just as her eyes opened, she only heard a loud bang. The old man jumped and looked back, but saw Wang Hongweighed down on his knees. He seemed to want to stand up, the hand that stood on the ground, because it was too hard to expose most of the blues. Forgiveness was always smiling in his face. Forgiveness was on his knees. His back was still straight and his style was still flattering. But he stood up four or five times, and he couldn't get himself up.

The old man glared, turned, and laughed loudly.

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