Mei Gongqing

The matter of the Miyagi is not waveless in the construction of Kangcheng City, but it has been widely circulated throughout Wang's Palace.

Unlike each other, when women calm down, they see the passage of Chen Yong, and they also go farewell, and there is gossip and chatter, but only in private. Face to face, a little dared.

But knowing that the behind the incident was not Wang Hong, but his three suspicious sons. Their classes suddenly became heavier. Riding, writing, poetry, song, martial arts, military books, they all pile up in brains, as if they really wanted to raise these children to full talent in just a year or two.

Chen Yong and Wang Hong, after spending a month with their sons in Jiankang, set off to return to Nanshan.

Five years have passed.

Chen Yong has been separated from his sons for five years. At this time, Wang Xuan was seventeen years old, and two little guys were eleven years old.

Her daughter, who was already in her arms, is five years old.

On this day, Chen Yong and Wang Hong's carriage appeared again on the official road.

They will return to Jiankang.

Not only because Wang Xuan is over seventeen, but when it comes to marriage, the most important thing is that Wang's family is in an unprecedented crisis.

The chief of the Wang clan, who had commanded 100,000 private troops and was stationed in the Yangtze River, was accidentally killed by a stray arrow in a battle.

It doesn't matter if he dies, the king of his army on his behalf, maybe the dimension has been messed up, even Hu people broke three levels, damaged 60,000 soldiers, even his own life is almost unsafe.

The interests of the extended family have always required the protection of the strongest force. Nowadays, the Wang clan has failed continuously. Private soldiers have been reduced from 100,000 to 40,000. There are no more famous members of the family who can live in the world. At this time, Wang Hong will not be able to reveal it. What about the Nai clan?

Besides, Jiankang at this time is just when the inner and outer worries are trapped, the tigers look at each other, the inner family strive for profit, and look at an inadvertent, the great Jin dynasty will be ruined once.

When the time comes, Wang Hong won't make it out. What is it?

In this case, in the voices of the world, Wang Hong only gets to Mountain.

Yes, unlike the last time he came to Jiankang, this time he was officially out of the mountains.

At that time, Wang Hong, already thirty and six, and his wife, Chen Yong, was also thirty-four years old.

In this era of general short-lived life, they are middle-aged, and if they do not waver, their lives will end.

Step out of the South Mountain and enter this official tunnel for a hundred or two miles. Chen Yong looked forward and looked a little anxious. Rubbing her hands frequently, she kept nagging, “Why haven't you come yet? ”

At this point, she looked angrily at Wang Hong and complained: "Son of a bitch, they must have been separated from me for several years, forgotten my mother. ”

She spoke here, somehow a little bitter, her eyes almost shed tears.

Wang Hong hasn't opened his mouth yet. A crisp child's voice came along. “If Mother is really upset, she will see them later and give them a punch! ”

The voice is crisp and powerful, and the tone is cold and hard. It's obviously crisp, beautiful sounds of children, but it makes people feel the seriousness of the child.

Chen Yong was stuck.

She turned her head and watched as she sat behind herself, holding a short Cold Forest sword tightly in her small hand, her eyebrows sharp, her eyes cold, her toddler cuddled, and her handsome daughter.

In fact, all four of her children are extremely handsome. It's just that this Jun is different, the three sons Jun, is beautiful, the daughter Jun, is cold. A five-year-old child is already a powder sculpture jade. No, it's already an ice sculpture knife. That line, that deity, is so much better than all the boys in the world... of course, it's also worse than all the girls in the world.

Almost a pair of daughters' faces, Chen Cheng was a little guilty. She quietly glanced at Wang Hong. The grievances just now disappeared. Even in Wang Hong's view, she lowered her head honestly, strangled her hands and was very gentle and quiet.

Wang Honghong glanced at his shameful wife and turned to his handsome child and said gently: “Song, you are noble, no matter what, you cannot sue your fists. ”

He's teaching a daughter.

Wang Xiao bowed her head and thought about it. After a while, she blinked her eyes and crisply said: “How can you do that in place of your mother to teach three brothers? ”

Wang Hong hasn't answered yet. Wang Xiao has said stiffly: “My father used to say," Talent, I am not as good as brother, intellectual, I am not as good as second brother and third brother. The only winner, fist too. In that case, why can't a child attack them with his strength? ”

The daughter's voice, crisp and crisp, speaking, had an unusually cold and firm tone. This conversation spit out, and Wang Hong stayed.

He was about to ask, but Chen Rong shouted with surprise: "Here they are. ”

She covered her mouth with her sleeves and cried dumbly with her red eyes: "These bastards are only here now! You go up there and teach your mother a lesson! ”

It was almost Chen Rong's voice, Wang Hongbing ‘hmm’. When he heard the dissatisfaction in his husband's tone, Chen Rong quickly covered his mouth.

On the official road, the smoke and dust roll, the horseshoes run like thunder, is getting closer and closer.

The smoke and dust in the sky covered the sky. From the perspective of Chen Yong, you can only see the flag with a "king" written on it. As for who is in charge, you can't see a single one.

However, Wang's flag appeared in such places, and there was no one else but Wang Hong's three sons.

As the team got closer and closer, Chan Yong's heart beat tighter and tighter. She held a small hand tightly and held it tightly...

After a long time, a crisp, cold voice reminded her in a careless tone, "Mother, you're hurting me. ”

Pooh?

Chen Rongyi was shocked, and she quickly let go and turned around. She turned to her daughter's fat, white, tender little hands.

Looking at the striking blue and purple color, Chen's face hurried and heartbroken. He couldn't help complaining: “Why didn't you scream sooner? ”

Wang Hong raised her head to her mother, her eyes flowing. It was very cold and clear. She crisply replied: "Son, what is this pain? ”

Almost the daughter's voice fell, Chen Rong whispered to remind her, “Jiao, you are a daughter's family. When the daughter's parents grow up, they have to marry. What's the matter? ”

As soon as her voice fell, Wang Zheng crooked her head. Junyi was the perfect doll as a statue, her mouth flattened and she crisply said: “I heard the uncles chatting that day, saying that His Majesty had given the mother several beautiful teenagers, and that the daughter would later become a mother. Not married, only married. ”

This time, Wang Hui's voice dropped and Wang Hong turned his head. He calmed his face and stared coldly at his mother and daughter.

In his gaze, both the mother and daughter bowed their heads. After a while, Wang Hong rubbed his forehead and shouted with anger: "Ayung, you teach a good daughter! ”

He stared at Buddha's ex-boyboy daughter, suddenly very helpless: why is there not a normal child of Wang Hing? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)