Mei Gongqing

In Chen Rong's groaning voice, Wang Hong looked down, and he gently caressed her long hair, whispering: "You are not poisoned.” His voice was light and light, "the knife, not poisonous. ”

Chen Yong's choking stopped instantly.

She raised her head surprisingly, her tear marks on her face were shocking and ecstatic, and she hardly believed her ears, "You, what did you say? ”

Wang Hong touched her ink hair and her lips were stamped on her forehead, whispering: “You are not poisoned. ”

At last, Chan Yong believed her ears. She shook her voice and muttered: “I am not poisoned?” She buried her face in his arms, muttering, "I'm not poisoned, no, I don't have to die. ”

For a moment, the ecstasy of being able to live hit her like a thrill.

Chen Rong cried and laughed for a while. After Wang Hong's forced pressing, he lay down and closed his eyes.

She closed her eyes and said to herself with joy: "Turns out I don't have to die. ”

After a long period of speechlessness, Chen's emotions slowly calmed down. Her serious injury had just improved. This excitement caused the injury. After biting her teeth for a while, Chen Rong slowly closed his eyes and went to sleep in Wang Hongdi's gentle attention.

This sleep, I don't know how many hours.

When Chen Rong woke up again, Wang Hong still leaned on the edge and looked at her gently. With her eyes open, he smiled slightly, smiling satisfied and relaxed.

Her hand, he held it gently. Five fingers tangled, she could feel the sweat on his hand.

Chen Rong smiled back at Wang Hong and asked curiously: “Qilong, the nine princesses clearly told me that her knife was highly poisoned. She was prepared. How could she end up wrong? Not so much with her personality. ”

Her voice was crisp, relaxed and questionable.

Wang Hong's eyes are still open.

At this moment, he, the inky hair cape, handsome and refreshing, with a radiant face and noble charm, attacked the white clothes without stain... When he heard Chen Yong's question, his eyelashes moved, but he did not answer.

Chen Yong waited a while and couldn't hear from him. He couldn't help but stare at him. "Why didn't Qilong answer? ”

Wang Hong's eyebrow beat.

A long time later, he whispered, “I don't know. ”

Turns out there's something Qilong doesn't know.

Chen Rong blinked and turned her eyes. She said, "I killed Princess Nine, so Smurfs let me go? ”

Wang Hong shook his head and said: "No. Chen's Ayong has been poisoned, and he doesn't know where he died. You are now just my King of Chiro Wang. ”

At this point, Chen Rong was completely stunned, and she shouted: “You mean, people think I'm dead?” What about her view of Taoism, Her Majesty's gift to her estate, Yoshida, and her brothers, Ping, all gone?

She can't be in front of the world anymore, so she lives silently?

The more she thought about it, the more pale Chen Rong's face was. She stared at Wang Hong, stared at him, her lips moved and moved again. Half an hour, she closed her eyes.

Chen Yong is not stupid. In fact, after two generations, each of them has been sinking in the corner for a long time. She still has a little experience with the reasoning of the world, the mastery of the human heart. At that time, she just hated her mind too clear. With a little sobriety, one can only explain the ineffectiveness of a hundred general defenses.

Wang Hong felt his small hand in the palm of his hand. He began to get cold and gripped quickly. He lowered, anxiously called out: “Ahrong? ”

Chen Rong put his hand in the middle and touched his own belly.

She was silent for a while, and her low, vague voice rang, "Qilong, the old man with the white hair, is that the doctor? ”

“Yes.”

Chen Yong slowly flanked him. She looked at him quietly and lowered her voice. “Do you know I'm pregnant in March? ”

As she expected, Wang Hong nodded.

Looking at him quietly, Chen Yung muttered a smile. She muttered: "Making me fake death was a temporary offer from Qilong, or," Her voice was unusually dry, "or was Qilong premeditated? ”

He had just replied to her that he did not know either. At this turn, Chen Cheng asked the question in vain, and he could no longer escape.

Wang Hong's throat was rolling.

He lowered his head and left his hair as satin. He fell on Chen Long's blanket, under long eyelashes, and his eyes twinkled.

He didn't answer.

Chen Rong smiled low.

Just two laughs, her voice stood still and she was astringent in her throat. Her dry lips moved a few times, so low, she said hard: "The knife was poisonous. Did Qilong replace it? ”

Wang Hong slowly looked up at her.

He looked at her, his eyes were still clear, and he had tender love.

He squeezed her retracted finger, slowly and in a tongue-in-cheek manner: “Returning from Nanyang. No, all eyes have been on you and me since the moment our figure appeared outside of Kangcheng City. I am famous for my defeat and loyalty. The successor of the Wang clan was named chief, and there were many supporters among the elders, among the people, in the clear stream, among the celebrities, more embraced. Ayung, at this time, I was angry at Wang clan chief's position just rotten meat, which shows that I have no ambition to be a clan chief, and some people are not comfortable. Besides, there's not a lot of Jin people, and there's not enough good general talent to run it. And the emergence of my good-looking talent also breaks the balance that all families have painstakingly maintained. Coupled with my arbitrariness over the years, I have offended many people. ”

He looked at her quietly, lifted her hand gently to his lips, kissed her gently, glanced at her with a silky glance, his voice dull and wrapped around him, “I am famous, I am also the son of the Wang family, so people hate me, hold each other, nobody dares to move. The only thing they can move is you. If I move you, it may make me lose control. It may also make me mad. After doing something irreparable, it will be completely destroyed. ”

Speaking of this, he glanced, leaned over, and after Chen Rong's eyebrow printed a kiss, his gentle voice was like a spring breeze, Xu Xu Xu, "At this time, loving me, hating me, all want to put Aron to death... The only thing I can do is act smoothly and let Ching Ching die. ”

He didn't look at her instantly, his throat twisted, low, slowly said: "Yes, my people have told me that the Nine Princesses wanted to kill you, I sent someone to replace her knife, and I sent someone to stab you with a stone, so that you don't get stabbed. It was Xie Heting who sent someone to call the doctor, and I arranged for Dr. Wu to join the fight, so as to convey false news to the palace. And the real people, I lured them away. I'm just," His voice is dry, tough, "and I just don't know, you're gonna get so hurt, you're gonna be in a coma all day.” I don't know, you will kill the Nine Princesses yourself to save me from harm!

Chen Yong looked at him and looked at him instantly and lowered his voice. “When did you know I had children, son? ”

Wang Hong glanced again. As he bowed his head, a strand of ink draped down his forehead, shaking gently.

After a while, he said softly; “If you don't come to heaven, I'll know. ”

Chen Rong's face was pale and she muttered: “Have you always known I was pregnant? ”

“Yes.”

Chen Rong smiled, a little powerless, and said sadly: “Qilong, you're not afraid of that knife, have you lost the child? ”

Wang Hong smiled. He replied softly. “If it's gone, it's gone. I just want Ayung. ”

As soon as it came out, Chen Yong was shocked.

She stared at him, two lines of tears slowly flowing out, and the voice was also very cold, "Qilong, the child is your flesh and blood. Don't you want it?” Doesn't he think she deserves to have his baby? Isn't he afraid she'll never have a baby again after she's been hurt like that?

“It's not what you think. ”

Wang Hong shook his head and looked quietly at Chen Yong. He said: "In this world, the living suffer so much, the laborers are so sad, the vain can kill... I don't want my children to live in this powerless world. ”

Touching Chen Rong's lips, smiling, the inky eyes flowing around, was full of charm and demons, “Besides, Aaron will not love me as much as he always loved me when he had children. I don't like it.”

Chen Cheng opened his mouth and unbelievably stared at Wang Hong. Staring, she smiled bitterly: "Without children, I'm afraid I'm not even qualified to be your concubine. ”

Without waiting for her to finish, Wang Hong smiled and interrupted her words. "That is the view of the world, not mine. ”

He looked at her, frowned slightly, and said word for word: "A husband promises a promise, not to mention an oath? Ayung, I have promised you an oath that I will not bear you in my life. Something to say later, never again. ”

His attitude was unusually resolute and indifferent. Chen Yong's lips moved and finally stopped asking.

She turned her head and stared at the beam... The pain of being stabbed by the Nine Princesses, the despair and fear of hearing the knife was heavily poisoned, the knife pulled out of the chest, and the inevitability of stabbing the Nine Princesses. Everything is in sight. But all of this, he actually knew. Though to withdraw himself, to save his own life, how can his practice make people think and feel cold?

Chen Rong closed his eyes and felt exhausted. The whole person is heavy and heavy, not even the strength to lift his fingers.

After a long time, Chen Yong opened his eyes again. At the moment when she opened her eyes, she caught sight of Wang Hong, the anxiety and panic in her eyes. But this look disappeared, and when you look at it again, it is still very clear and free of dust.

At this time, Chen Zheng, too, was unable to examine these. She slowly drew her hand out of his palm and whispered, “I'm tired, take a break from Qilong.” Go ahead, she slowly leaned over and never looked at him again.

The people on the edge have not moved.

After a long time, she heard a low, powerless sigh as Chen Yongyi rarely went to sleep. Then, walking away, the door was gently lifted.

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