Mei Gongqing

In the old laughter, Chen Yong's lost eyes gradually turned bright.

She slowly sided and went with her reputation. He stared at the strange old man with confusion. Chen's dry mouth opened, but he couldn't send a word.

Hou, the maiden beside her, hurried to bring her a glass of water and placed it on her lips to give her a small sip.

Listening to the swallowing sound of Chen Rong drinking water, the real person nodded his head. He walked to the collapse of the medicine and pointed to the prescription. "This is no obstacle if you use it for a month. ”

After finishing tidying up, he stared at the ground on one side, humming, dissatisfied: “Wang's thief, my husband is leaving, can you still stop him? ”

Wang's thief?

Chen Yong's eyes were bright and she couldn't wait to turn her head and come to her reputation. But as soon as he moved, he saw the wound and Chen Cheng had to calm down.

At this time, she saw a white figure, and the figure shook deep towards the old man. Her gentle bitter laugh came into her ear, "Real joke. He owes the human being a favor. He will repay it every day. ”

“That's more like it.” The real man caressed the whitewash: “Kid, remember what you said today. ”

Go ahead, the real man grows.

Chen Rong glanced at the original person and left. She raised her eyebrows. In her memory, she had never really seen anyone talk to Wang Hong like this.

At this point, one person came towards her and he lowered his head and approached her quietly.

Before Chen Yong raised his head, he opened a weak smile at him. She looked up at him, pale as paper, with a smile on her bloodless face, "Qilong.” She stretched her hand out, slowly falling on his back, her eyes falling in love with his grey white coat, and she said powerlessly: “Why so dirty? ”

When she woke up, she didn't ask about her injuries, she didn't ask about her poison, she didn't ask about her children, but she was worried about Edgar's clothes.

Wang Hong slowly extended his five fingers.

Five fingers stretched out, his palm white, laying on her little white hand. Slowly, he wrapped it in his hand.

“Ayung. ”

His voice was dull, “Are you still in pain? ”

Chen Rong shook her head quickly, but after shaking only two times, she fainted and stopped hastily. She looked at him with a smile and lowered her voice: "It doesn't hurt. ”

Looking at him, she moved her lips and asked softly after a while, "Me, how am I still alive? If I live like this, can I get you involved? ”

Still don't ask yourself, don't worry about yourself, just worry about his safety.

Wang Hong closed his eyes.

He carefully lifted her little hand and lowered his head. He kissed her on the back of his hand and said a voice that sounded like a nose in the dust, "I'm fine.” After a pause, he lowered his voice: “Ayung. ”

He lifted his slightly reddish eyes and looked carefully at her and said softly, “I'd rather have you involved than alive. ”

Where did Chen Yong think that Wang Hong would say such a thing to himself one day?

She blinked and couldn't see her bloody lips lifting up, smiling brightly. Just saying a few words, she's exhausted. Chen Rong put his head on the jade pillow and held his fingers tight. After a while, she responded softly: "Mmm. ”

She didn't say anything, just happily responded.

Wang Hong looked down.

He put her white hands on her back, rubbing her lips, making a noise, low and wrapping, “Ayung, I won't hurt you again. ”

Chen was shocked by Wang Hong's unusual tender words and could not speak, but blinked doubtfully. After a while, she thought, "It seems like the heavens will keep me alive."

She couldn't speak, just low and soft: “Mm-hmm. ”

He separated her five fingers one by one, pitifully containing the white and lush fingertips between her lips. Wang Hong looked at Chen Rong's eyes, and they were bright red and sparkling. Unconsciously, Chen Yong looked obsessed: this is her lang jun, her lang jun is so beautiful.

Wang Hong's red lips, with her white pinky fingers, low, vaguely said: “Ayung, you must always love me so much, no matter what, you must always love me so much.” His voice was accompanied by a nostril, and this handsome and refreshing man, with his clear, sparkling eyes, looked at her gently as water, ink hair fluttering, noble as a god, but said so close to childish words, still so obsessed.

Chen Rong glanced at her. Although she spoke too much, she was a little dizzy. She was still happy, and she couldn't help but respond: “Hmm. ”

“You swear. ”

Wang Hong was unusually obsessed. He stared into her eyes and waited for her to speak.

Chen tolerated the smile, gently and weakly said: “I, Chen's Aaron, swear, will always love my Qilong, no matter what, whenever. ”

After obtaining her vow, Wang Hong grinned. Just smiling, he lowered his head and buried his face in Chen Yong's palm. Chen Yong was just confused and felt the palms cool. Then, a few drops of tear beads followed her fingers and slowly flowed down.

Chen Rongyi shocked, she rubbed his face with her other hand and said softly: "Qilong, don't be sad, I am not well? ”

As she said, her voice was sweet, beautiful, joyful... Finally, in the eyes of the man she sees as treasure, is she also a treasure?

Listening to Chen Rong's soft words, Wang Hong did not move.

After a while, he raised his head and leaned backwards. Slowly, he grabbed the hot towel from the maiden's hand. Wang Hong slowly wiped the dirt and dust off his face.

Then he stood up and opened his arms. Just a glance, just now the fragile, pitiful, gentle Wang Hong is gone. With his arms so wide, he was like an emperor, Yongrong, noble, unable to climb.

He stood up and several maidens came forward at the same time, taking off his dirty outer robe and replacing it with a brand-new white robe. Give him a brush of messy ink.

When a few of them retreated, Wang Hong in front of them regained the magnificent appearance of a fairy.

He lowered his head and looked gently at Chen Yong.

Chen Yong looked up to him and smiled weakly at him, although he was clear and calm, his eyes were still gentle as water.

Chen Yong looked at him and called softly: “Qilong. ”

“Mmm.”

“How are you?” Chen Yong's eyes are a little nervous, "you didn't do anything, did you? ”

Wang Hong shook his head slowly.

He reached out his hand and gently caressed Chen Rong's long hair. As he combed, he mumbled, “It's a little knotty. Um, you're hurt. I'll wipe it for you later. ”

As soon as she heard this, Chen Yung shook her head and shook it just once. She stopped because she was stunned so badly, "Don't. ”

“Why? ”

Why? Because I'm sorry. Chen Rong bit his lip and glanced at him. He said shyly: “Summon the maid. ”

Wang Hong saw her shyness.

He took a step forward and gently held Chen Yong upright. Then, he sat behind her and let her lean half against herself. Leaning against him, Chen Junglan muttered: “I smell blood on me and I will smoke Qilong. ”

Wang Hong ignored it. He put his face on the side of her neck and remained motionless for a long time.

Just as Chen Rongqing curiously wanted to turn around, his voice with his nose came back, "Ching Ching, for the rest of his life, will no longer bear you. ”

Chen Yong was completely stunned.

She opened her eyes and didn't believe her ears.

After a long, long time, she shuddered and asked, “What are you talking about? ”

She couldn't help but faint. She looked back at him and cried: “Qilong, what did you just say? Say it again, please. ”

She opened her eyes and let the teardrops flow from her eyes to her cheeks, "Qilong, please, say it again... You, you can't make me guess, I can't imagine. ”

Wang Hong lowered his head and his lips rested on her forehead.

He gently put it up for a while, and he said softly and clearly, "Sir, I'm not me anymore... On this day I will taste all the troubles of the world. ”

He removed her face, looked at her with tenderness, closed his eyes and kissed her lips.

Two tongues intertwined, as soon as he touched Wang Hong, he slowly separated. He looked at her again and said in a low voice, "I say, I will not lose my duty in this life. ”

One sentence landed and Chen Yong swallowed.

She buried her face in his arms, motionless. Tears soaked his new clothes as he choked again and again.

Tears overflowed, Chen Yung even forgot the pain. She just snuggled him tightly and cried patiently.

Wang Hongwu fingered Rushuo through her long hair like satin and whispered: “I have not avenged anyone.” When she heard this, Chan Yong's groaning stopped and she started listening in a tap.

His voice was like a breeze, slightly nicknamed, "The Nine Princesses are dead, but the royal family thinks you can't escape. ”

Hearing this, Chen Yong reached out and pushed him away. She raised her tears and her face. The joy and happiness in her face slowly turned to awesome.

Looking at him, in Wang Hing's questioning eyes, Chen Rong whispered: “You know, Qilong, am I poisoned? The ninth princess said that she had painted the knife with a very poisonous poison that could not be solved. ”

At this moment, she seems to understand why Wang Hong is so abnormal today, tears in front of her again, promises her to give her such beautiful expectations... He knew he was going to die, didn't he?

Chen Rongrong said this sentence. Wang Hong lowered his eyes and couldn't help but smile lightly. She laughed extraordinarily bright and sunny. Chen Rongrong said carelessly: “Qilong, don't worry about it. My life was found. If the real person takes it, it's up to him.” After a pause, her voice turned weak, "Qilong did not have to make such a promise because of pity for me.” She ate and laughed and said, "It's only thirty days in January, and it's not going to be that long in life... However, Qilong said that his life must not fail me. It is a joy to hear this from Ayung.” She was so excited that she spoke so much that she fainted for a moment that she lay down slowly and closed her eyes slowly. Just that corner of his eyes, two drops of tears like pearl, slowly slipped down, all the way into Wang Hong's coat.

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