Mei Gongqing

Time passed every day, Wang Hong's injuries did not damage the bones and bones. He used the most expensive and useful medicine. However, five days of kung fu has been greatly improved. Just when the wound was long and flesh, it tickled tight, scratchy and irritating.

Sitting on the collapse, Wang Hong's brilliant eyebrows slightly raised and his lips lined up... And he was like this for some time, and the waiters and the servants went in and out lightly, and they were only afraid to annoy him.

After a while, Wang Hong's mute voice came, "Call Auntie Xiu. ”

“Yes.”

A moment later, the elderly of the maiden who served Chen Yong walked in.

Staring at her, Wang Hong asked: “What is she doing?” His voice was blunt and his frowning peaks revealed his discomfort.

Aunt Xiu was not happy, she said: "Women take medication regularly, occasionally turn over the book Jane, and go out of the window many times. ”

“Hugh called her a girl! She's not a girl anymore! ”

This order suddenly suddenly, Aunt Xiu shocked, haste should be, just a dark whisper in her heart: this woman still deserves your approval.

At this time, Wang Hong sneered: “Never wanted to see me? ”

Aunt Xiu stayed for a while before Nana said: "Slave, slave doesn't know. ”

Wang Hong waved his swinging sleeve and his voice restored moderation, "Get out. ”

Somehow, hearing his gentle tone, Aunt Xiu was even more panicked. She blessed and bowed back.

Turn around, two days have passed.

At this time, Wang Hong's injuries have been greatly improved. The soft flesh of the wound has grown and he can walk slowly. If you want to come in another two days, you can stop taking your medication.

Single-elbowed jaw support, leaning against Wang Hong on the collapse, slowly opened his eyes, and called out: “Aunt Xiu Xiu. ”

“Yes.”

Half an hour later, Aunt Xiu appeared in front of Wang Hong again.

Wang Hong flanked his head. As he moved, the ink hair draped over his handsome and clear face, blocking those clear and distant eyes.

"She was able to take two steps with her support, and itching appeared on the wound," she muttered. ”She glanced quietly at Wang Hong and saw that he was immobile," she continued. “She got up early in the morning and vomited sometimes. Every day, she asks about the birth of a stable woman, and she asks me to keep her informed of the changes. ”

Aunt Xiu stopped talking.

Half an hour later, Wang Hongrun's tender voice came, “Didn't you mention me? ”

“Yes." Aunt Xiu's voice was pitifully low.

Wang Hong sun, he slowly stood up, as he grew up, that was a white robe close to his body, as the wind flowed.

“Let's go.” Lang Gun's voice was clearly smiling, but Aunt Xiu felt a little cold and irritable. The feeling just disappeared, and when I went in, the sound was a little softer, “Look at her go. ”

“Yes.”

Wang Hong quickly arrived at Chen Rong's compound under the auspices of the maidens.

Looking at the quiet bedroom, he paused and stood halfway. Wang Hong's footsteps suddenly accelerated.

Turning his eyes, he walked into the door and walked in.

At this time, Chen Zheng was turning his back on him, holding the gauze window and looking out at the view. She was dressed in flaming red. The dress glowed in the morning light.

Beautiful ink hair dancing, red clothes dyeing jade fainting... In this way, the face is as white as snow, the ink is inky, and the red clothes are as flaming as Chen's face. The beauty is amazing and amazing.

Wang Hongben was depressed in his heart. Somehow he saw her, but he was depressed. The rest, only his heart was so soft.

He approached her.

Slowly walked behind her, Wang Hong reached out his hand. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his head between her neck in a tremor that Chen couldn't help but tremble.

Breathing the fragrance that belonged to her alone, she felt her presence. Wang Hong's mumbling was a little melancholy and thought, "Why don't you come and see me? ”

Chen Rong helped the slim hand on the window, slowly lifted up, just lifted up, but couldn't get down.

Dropping his eyes, Chen Jung lowered his voice: “That day, outside the door, I heard Qilong arrange... Now that you're ready to leave, why should I? I see. I'm just messing around. ”

Wang Hong heard this and squeezed his arms around her waist. "If you think about it, you can't leave.” The sound is a bit teeth-cutting.

Chen Rong was a little surprised by his anger, and she slowly turned back.

Wang Hong glanced at her face. At this moment, Chen's face is snowy and white, but his eyes are bright and moist. The brilliance of light is accompanied by pitiful fragility.

She blinked her long eyelashes and finally lifted her hand against the window, touching his face, “Qiluo.” The voice is very light and soft with swallowing.

Since seeing the moisture in Chen's eyes, Wang Hong's tight eyebrow peak fully expanded. Hearing her nasal sounds at this moment, he smiled and replied happily: “Mmm. ”

Chen Jung muttered: “I, I don't know how to be good. ”

She lifted her tearful eyes and looked at him obsessively. She lowered her voice: "Ahrong has been in love with Mu Qilong for a long time, but she never thought that she would be able to stay with Qilong one day. ”

She shuddered her lips, tears streaming down her cheeks like pearls, "Qilong, I'm going to have to give you a hard time today...” If one day she is accustomed to the happiness he has bestowed upon her and enjoys a carefree life between him and his children. How could she bear it if he pushed her away once more with absolute mercy?

This time, she was so warm and happy with him in Nanyang. Even when Murong took her with him, he let go of everything and couldn't help but rescue her. It gave her a sense of injustice, a desire not to exist until that knife. That knife really scared her.

Come on, put it in the past, he did this to her, she wouldn't be so hard to accept.

Wang Hong heard the words, his lips became a line.

At this point, Chen Jung suddenly extended his arms and wrapped them around his neck.

She hugged suddenly and tightly.

Chen Rongyi held Wang Hong tightly.

Wang Hongxiang shrugged. Slowly, he reached out his arms and hugged her.

He held her tight.

Hold Chen Yong firmly in his arms, Wang Hong bowed his head.

His lips moved, and he wanted to say, "Don't give up if you can't."

He wanted to say, "Life is short. Why do you have to think like that?"

He's trying to say, you can't walk away, I won't let go.

He thought of countless words and swallowed them.

After a while, Wang Hong said softly: "Me.” He muttered, “Yong, what do you want me to do? You say it, I do it.” His tone, in the middle of nowhere, begged, "Don't go, just don't go. ”

In that case, Chen Yong can't believe it came from Wang Hong's mouth.

She is too familiar with this tone. She has always spoken to him like this in the past. It is an unconscious, dusty struggle to bring herself down.

Chen Ronghuang raised his head, staring at Wang Hong with unbelievable tears.

Wang Hong sided overhead, avoiding her gaze.

Chen Rong blinked and blinked again.

For a while, she whispered, "Okay. ”

She smiled and said softly, "Okay, I'm not leaving. ”

Four words spit out, Wang Honghong smiled, without covering up, even his uncontrollable smile of joy, let Chen Yong's heart fly along.

She reached over his neck and kissed him on his lips, smiling softly: "Sandalwood, Sandalwood.” Sandalwood is the ladies of the day, the love of the beloved. After summoning him twice like this, Chen Rong felt unable to express his joy. He called out with a smile. “Qilong, with this moment, with your words, one day you abandoned me, it was a fire that set me on fire. I have no regrets, I have no regrets.” Man, you have to bet once, don't you? If his heart is like mine, why should he give up?

She had tears in her eyes and smiled with such open eyes that she could not tell the difference. Wang Hong was a little stunned. He didn't think that he had done so much, thought so many ways, wandered so long, can't even resist such a sentence?

On his side, he frowned and asked in confusion, “Why is Ayung so happy? ”

He really doesn't understand, so the question is extremely serious.

Chen Yong smiled. She held his neck and leaned back in his arms to smile.

She didn't tell him that it was the first time she had clearly felt that he loved her. She admires how deep he is, and he admires how deep she is.

It was the first time her drifting heart stepped down. For the first time, she told herself that he would never hurt her again. One day she would grow old and he would meet a beautiful young woman, and he would dispose of her properly, not even give her a way back.

Her sandalwood, always so tall before, was her favorite, like charity. She had just been rescued from the Hu people, so she could be counted and put in danger. He never made her stand up, except for this moment.

Like the tide, Chen Yongxi couldn't control his laughter.

Wang Hong asked twice more and couldn't get her answer. He had to shut up. Gradually, he was infected by her joy and smiled.

The two embrace each other like this, and the joy seems endless.

Turning a blind eye, ten days later, Chen Yong's injuries were very good.

On this day, even though it was only the early morning, the sun, which floated in the East, shined brightly upon the heavens and the earth.

Sitting in the carriage, Chen Yong looked at the nearest city gate and whispered: “Qilong, won't anyone recognize me? ”

Without waiting for Wang Hong to answer, she asked: "Qilong, are we leaving town? ”

Wang Hong leaned down and smiled lightly. “Don't worry, no one will recognize you. ”

At this point, his wagon followed the wagons and slowly drove out of the city gate.

Forgiveness obtained Wang Hong's assurance, Chen Rong was also nervous, until the carriage went out of the city door, she asked in surprise: "Why didn't they check? ”

Ming Ming Gate has a lot of Royal Guards standing on both sides, why didn't they go forward?

Wang Hong did not answer, just looked into her eyes, with a bright crystalline smile.

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