Mei Gongqing

Chen Yong woke up several times this night and drowned twice more.

In the previous few months, she had not had half a sign of pregnancy and was now injured. The discomfort in her stomach could not be covered up.

I tortured her a few times until it was ugly and she didn't fall asleep.

After falling asleep for less than a hour, Chen Yong woke up again.

After she vomited twice, she listened to the chickens and people outside, looked at the light morning color, and could no longer sleep.

Overhead, looking at the sky, Chen Rong did not blink.

The morning light was faint, a layer of mist covered the heavens and the earth, the shadow towers, the sky seen through the gauze window, the gray vastness.

Not knowing how long later, a silent footstep approached her.

Chen Rong blinked and did not turn back. He just looked out like this and asked dumbfoundly: “Qilong is up early. ”

Footsteps stopped at the curtain, Wang Hong lowered and the same dull voice came, "I can't sleep. ”

His voice was light and faint, as if coming from a distant sky.

Chen Yong didn't turn back, she just answered softly... The voice, very faint and calm, as if it had always been engraved in her soul's insanity, had faded quietly.

Wang Hong looked at her motionlessly. His white clothes floated with the wind in the morning breeze.

For a while, he came towards her.

Walking gently to the collapse, his voice was soft, "Sir, sleep a little. ”

Chen Yong slowly turned his head.

She looked at Wang Hong.

Her dark, dark eyes made her delight every time she saw him, and this moment was as quiet as an ancient well.

Chen Yong looked at Wang Hong like a stranger. After a while, her lips moved and muttered: "I want this child. ”

She lowered her eyes and slowly lifted the quilt, then she stroked her belly. Looking at the place that was still flat, Chen Yong lowered his voice: “I want it. ”

Wang Hong's voice was very gentle, “Okay, we want it. ”

Chen Yong shook his head slowly.

As she shook her head, she clearly felt that the air in the room was cold.

Shaking his head, Chen Rong lowered his voice: “I just want it for myself.” She seemed determined. After saying this, she raised her head and said quietly to Wang Hong, whose eyes were unusually dark and white. “Qilong, we...” She just said these four words. Wang Hongteng shouted his right hand and waved, interrupting her words.

He stared at her and clasped his right hand firmly against her wrist. He snapped so tightly that he straightened her out of pain.

Hold her hand tightly, but Wang Hong's voice is very gentle. Not only is it gentle, but it is also very light and light. “Ching Ching, you are too tired. Go to sleep. ”

Chen Yong just looked at him calmly and slowly drew his hand back.

She couldn't move.

Almost immediately, Wang Hong's hand was held tighter. His face was white and snowy. Lipped, his dark eyes stared straight at Chan. Staring at him, he smiled dumbly and said softly: "Sir... I have given up the Patriarchate position and prepared everything after returning to Hidden. I am alright to stay here with you for a while, secretly clear things up here, then leave the city quietly. We will go to my late friend to watch the moon and wait for the birth of our child. By then, people in Kangcheng should believe that I, Wang Hing, really intend to die, and it doesn't matter whether I kill you or not, and then we'll be married again. ”

His eyes were a little red, and his smile was extraordinarily gentle, "I'm ready, I've got a plan... Is Ching still upset? ”

His hand held her hand tightly, his eyes stared closely at her face, and his smile was incredibly gentle.

Chen Jung lowered his head.

She looked at her belly and slowly closed her eyes.

She moved her lips and moved again, but couldn't say a word.

At this time, Wang Hongmian's voice came again, "Sir, make way.” He loosened Chen Yong's hand.

Chen Rong carefully moved in a little bit.

Wang Hong lifted her quilt and laid down on the bed. He leaned against the pillar of the bed and reached behind him with his right hand to hold Chen Yong's waist, lowering his head, blue silk as ink, “Ching Ching, I was wrong, I was wrong... Will you forget about that? Lunchbox never happened, okay? ”

His voice was so gentle, and he had a soft nose in his tenderness, which had a delicate tone that made people wander to the bottom of their hearts.

Chen Yong glanced, she looked at her belly for a while. She finally spoke. At this moment, the voice was mute and swallowed, "Qilong. Nine princesses stabbed me here that day,” She pointed at the wound, tears rolling in her eyes, "and then I really hurt, it hurt. The blood kept pouring down, her knife was still stuck, and I tried to pull it out, but I didn't dare. Then she told me that the knife was highly poisoned and she wouldn't give me the chance. At that time, I was scared, Qilong. I didn't want to die, not at all. I'm pregnant with Qiluo's baby? My Qilong is so beautiful, his bone blood must be extremely smart and handsome. How could I have died without him being born? ”

Two lines of tears streamed down her white, bloodless face and into the midst of the brocade.

“At the time, I had spent it in front of me, and I couldn't stand still. I wanted to go to sleep. So I was in a trance and I thought," I'm tired all these years, maybe better dead. "Thinking about it makes me want to sleep more. But right here, I remember, how sad would my Qilong be if he knew I was dead? How could he allow the Nine Princesses to kill me for nothing if he was so strong and so overbearing? So I thought," No, Qilong, if you offend the royal family again, you'll have no choice. "I rushed up, and as I approached the Ninth Princess, I was afraid of her vigilance, and I laughed. I finally approached her, stabbed her with my knife and stabbed her in the chest. ”

She opened her eyes wide, tears slipping down like pearls, one drop at a time, one string at a time.

Choking, sobbing, Chan's faceless, bitter, muttering; “Qilong, don't you know I'm going to hurt? Don't you know how much I love you with this child of mine? ”

Her voice was a little tranced, her eyes a little hollow, and she seemed to be talking to the air. Ming Minghong was next to her. Ming Minghong embraced her, but she was lonely as if talking to herself.

Wang Honghong looked at Chen Rong and hung himself. He stretched his hand and pressed it against his chest, turning his eyes, releasing his hand and holding his arms to Chan's face.

Carefully held her tight, he kissed her face like a string of beads tears, with lips facing each other, swallowed into his belly one by one, Wang Hongman said: “Ayung, I was wrong, I was wrong. ”

Between yesterday and this morning, he has made several mistakes. In trance, Wang Hing remembered that this seemed to be his first mistake. In the past, no matter how extraordinary he did, he never wanted to admit he was wrong.

His kiss panicked a little, and when he kissed her cold lips, he squeezed her teeth with the tip of his tongue and penetrated deeply. As he kissed her, he said vaguely: "Ayung, you can't do this. You can't let me know what heartache feels like, but you don't care about anything anymore. You can't... ”

He obviously panicked. He didn't even notice that the wound hurt again. He didn't even notice that his tears were mixed into her tears.

Wang Hong kissed Chen Yong tightly and penetrated deep into her mouth... Seems to use this motion to make her cold lips warmer and make her smile at him again like she used to, reaching for his neck.

He was really scared. Chen Yong decided against him twice. On that occasion, she rushed into the army. When he found her and begged her to go with him, the blood stained her in the sunset, his eyes were so distant and so cold.

And on that occasion, she begged Her Majesty to make her leave home, and she laughed the same way. Bright smile, but cold eyes, so far away.

But those two times were different. On those two occasions, he was shocked and depressed, though heartbroken. But what's that kind of heartache? Just a smile.

Only this time, for the first time, he felt scared... This evening, as usual, he should have left things aside and fallen asleep peacefully, but he couldn't sleep. After turning the poetry book in the candlelight, his mind became even more bored, and he came to the moonlight. Then, unconsciously, he came outside her room.

He knows that this evening she woke up four times and drowned twice. She also instructed the maids to cook her medicine and give it to her.

He heard her every turn on the other side, heard her every groan.

He wondered, "What's he like standing outside a lady's room?" So he turned around and wanted to leave.

But he just took a step forward and stopped again, and he realized that it was only when he stood outside the room that he would feel a little stronger. He even walked down the stairs a few times to push the door in. But after a few steps, I finally didn't come in. This is ridiculous. He was afraid to go in.

Wang Hong searched for thought, Chen Rong struggled for a moment, moaning with a frown: “Ouch. ”

Wang Hong was shocked and quickly loosened his arm.

He lowered his head and pulled out a handkerchief in his arms, wiping the sweat and tears from Chan's face with his handkerchief. He lowered his head and said: "Ayung, this is the way things are in the world, and it is rare to do what you want. This time, I was wrong, and I regret it. You let it go and forget it. Only then can you and I succeed. ”

At a glance, his voice returned to peace and obedience, as it had always been.

Chen Yong moved, his voice was dull and blurred, “Let it go, forget it? ”

“Yes.” Wang Hong kissed on her lips and said decisively: “Forget it! I know I'm wrong, I won't do it again! You see that month, the circle will lose to the extreme, and the flower will lose to the very bright. The rain will not last long, nor will the wind. Aaron, the world has never been this way. Loss, no surprise, time is the norm. Heaven will never allow Heaven to be completely satisfied. If you are obsessed with your heart and you are with me again, there is nothing in it for you. ”

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