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Chapter 76 The Name of Chen Rong

Wang Hong looked at Chen Rong's carriage and smiled shallowly, "Come down."

Chen Rong lifted the car curtain, and Qing Yan's face appeared in front of him. At this time, her face was a little white, and apparently the scene just made her palpitate at the end.

Wang Hong looked at her without asking, so he turned around and flicked his long sleeves, "Go in."

"Yes."

The servants followed him and walked inside.

Chen Rong is among them.

She sat at the corner of the study, lowering her head, a ray of sunlight penetrated through the mén, shining in the void in front of her, and the floating dust rose and fell in the light, just like life.

Chen Rong looked at that light and unconsciously gave it a goof.

I don’t know how long it was before a figure blocked her and blocked the light.

Chen Rong raised his head.

She met Wang Hong's tender eyes.

He stared at her, slowly leaned forward, and slowly extended his fingers, stroking her white and tender face.

His fingers hadn’t arrived yet, his body temperature came, and Chen Rong lowered his eyes, instinctively trying to avoid back, but forced himself to stay motionless.

It's just that, unconsciously, her mouth was dull and painful because she held her breath for too long.

His hand touched her face like a net wind, and her long, white fingers were swept away. The owner of the finger smiled softly and said, "It’s really not heart, look. It sticks to my face."

The sound is shallow, gentle and clear, just like the flowing spring, just like the night wind, gently passing by.

His hand netbsp; Chen Rong, who was holding his breath, secretly spit out a cloud of air. At this moment, she could not tell whether she was disappointed or relaxed.

Wang Hong moved away and sat down opposite her. He did not raise his head, and said in a clear voice: "I will be drunk with the lady for the last half of preparing wine rou"

The last half day?

Chen Rong raised his head whizzingly.

She fixedly looked at him, mouth netbsp; Wang Hong didn’t look at her, he picked up the jug, and graced himself and her with the action, at this moment, the ray of sunshine just happened to shine on him On the face, the shallow velvet mao and the gentle smile were clearly visible.

Chen Rong lowered his eyes.

The last half day.

Yes, in his previous life, he was killed when he was torn down in the city of Tomorrow. When the Xianbei Hu people celebrated his death, they were the three troops. In the previous life, she had the last and only impression of Wang Qilang, who was at that time the Hu people used the gold as a coffin, and the gold wire was used as clothing, and he sent his body back to Jiankang.

The actions of the Hu people shocked the whole world. You know, in the minds of the Han people, Hu people have no people, they feed on people. Such a beast, for a celebrity in the Central Plains, to a teenager who has not yet reached the crown, so respectfully, carefully returned to his corpse, it is extremely incredible.

In the following ten years, when Jin people talked about Wang Hong, they were all míhuo puzzled, and everything about him became a mystery.

In this life, she sat opposite him, no matter for herself, for him, or for the promise she made when she was rescued in Nanyang Fuzhong that day, she would not let him die, she did not Allow

As Chen Rong was thinking, her xiao's hands were warm.

Wang Hong picked up the glass and put it in her palm.

His hand did not move away.

Slender and long white fingers gently hooked her middle finger, even rubbing gently, as he moved, an unusually soft and soft body entered.

Chen Rongqiang endured, without retracting his finger.

Wang Hong’s eyes dangled, his long eyelashes slightly converged, and gave him the handsome and unparalleled, radiant face, adding two xiaoxiao’s curved shadows.

He caressed her fingers intently and asked lowly, "Why did Qing come?"

The sound is very soft and very soft, like a night wind blowing across the world.

Chen Rong squeezed the net. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer him.

Wang Hong raised his head and stared at her face intently, waiting for her to answer.

For a while, Chen Rong swallowed and said dryly: "The king is not here, I am afraid that Nanyang King is not good for me."

At this moment, there were more than ten kinds of answers in her heart, but she didn't think that, in the end, she gave him the most indifferent and unflattering reason.

Wang Hong laughed lowly. He hooked her **** and wrapped it gently. While rubbing her fingertips with his fingertips, he said indifferently and very gently: " In order to get rid of the King of Nanyang, Ah Rong is even willing to go to this mortal situation?"

His movements are very gentle and gentle, his fingertips are a little thick, so rubbing, so that her fingertips are shaking. This trembling, trembling all the way to the apex of the heart.

Chen Rong bit the net, suppressing the strange flow of his heart, and whispered, "It is not necessarily a deadly situation"

She said here, quietly raised her eyes and looked at Wang Hong.

Wang Hongjun’s high and distant face, the gods are faint, he doesn’t seem to hear the certainty in Chen Rong’s tone. Just a smile.

Slowly, he let go of her hand and stood up.

At the moment he stood up, Chen Rongxian, the man in front of him suddenly became distant and misty. Just now he also made her feel that they are so close, but just in a blink of an eye, Chen Rong was horrified. He is still the white cloud in the sky, and she is still the floating leaf

Wang Hong stood straight, looking down at Chen Rong, his smile faint and alienated, "A Rong came from afar, he must be tired, let's rest for a while."

Finally, he flicked his sleeves, turned elegantly, and flew away.

Looking at him moving away and disappearing in the sunlight, Chen Rong straightened for a long time before responding to the empty study room, "Yes."

After the answer, Chen Rong slowly sat down.

Until now, her tuǐ is still soft, and her heart is a bit hún1uan because of facing Wang Hong again.

She needs to be alone.

After half an hour, Chen Rong walked out of the study.

At this moment, outside the city walls, the hustle of Hu people, the hissing of the war horses, and the human voice hún together, it seemed very noisy.

In addition to a few anxious servants nv in the courtyard, there was only Shang Shou. Chen Rong waved a maid nv and said, "Bring me a set of your Langjun clothes."

The maid nv didn't even bother to ask her why, she bowed her head and ran to the bedroom.

In a moment, a set of light green and a set of white robe were placed in front of Chen Rong.

The maid nv said softly and carefully: "These are Qilang's old clothes. Which one is nv Lang thinking about?"

Chen Rong said: "Light green." From a very xiao very xiao, Chen Rong did not like to wear plain clothes. At first she couldn't wear that kind of pure cleanliness, and secondly, it was the clothes of ordinary people, she didn't like it.

Take the clothes and see that maid nv turns around and wants to go, Chen Rong orders: "Groom me."

Finally, she sat down in front of the bronze mirror.

The maid nv responded absently, and came behind her and asked, "What kind of style should nv Lang comb?"

"Clothes are men's clothes, and men's styles are natural. By the way, you will talk to the servants, and you will only come to Lang Jun, and there are no nv Lang"

Maid nv was dumbfounded and asked, "Why?" When she asked the exit, she immediately thought of the reason and quickly responded: "Yes."

In a moment, Chen Rong, dressed as a handsome boy, appeared before the bronze mirror.

To be honest, Chen Rong was not successful as a man. Her facial features were too bright, and her figure was too good. No matter how large a robe she wore, she always had a graceful appearance.

But the war is imminent, and she doesn't need to care about these details.

Chen Rong looked at herself in the mirror and strode out.

When she walked out of the hospital, she was sparsely in the aisle, and occasionally saw several servants, who were also running, looking anxious and 1uan.

It seems that the entire city's main palace, the calmest and most peaceful, is Wang Qilang's courtyard.

After walking for a while, Chen Rong saw a servant of the royal palace and quickly asked, "Where is Qilang?"

The servant came and went without looking at who was talking, and waved his hand: "On the tower."

"Thank you."

Chen Rong strode toward the tower.

In a while, he saw Wang Qilang standing in the tall tower, Sheng Xuebai in white and spotless. This is a very strange thing. He is clearly a person before and behind him, and there is a lot of noise outside the city. But when he stood there, Chen Rong felt that the sky was clouded, and only the Yi people were independent.

Chen Rong walked behind Wang Qilang.

Unlike Wang Qilang looking to the horizon, Chen Rong looked down at the Hu people under the city. This is the Nancheng mén. The Hu people below are densely packed and there are tens of thousands. Tens of thousands of Hu people squatted under the city, some cooking, and some gathered in groups of three or five laughing.

At first, it looks like 1uan. Upon closer inspection, Chen Rong immediately showed that the queue of these Hu people was neat, with armor on, and the weapon never left.

After staring at the following for a while, Chen Rong suddenly said: "Qi Lang, I thought, this mén has a line of life"

She suddenly uttered a loud voice, which awakened Wang Hong.

He looked around.

Seeing it was Chen Rong, his eyes lit up and his lips smiled faintly.

Head tilted and staring at her quietly, Wang Hong suddenly reached out his hand and waved at her, "May you carry Qing Qing's hand"

When he said this, his tone was a bit slow, his expression was abnormal, and he seemed to be making some kind of promise.

It is impossible for Chen Rongzi to reach out.

She smiled at him, staring at him seriously and said: "Qiro, we may escape from Nan Mén."

She turned to the city mén and pointed with her right hand, Shen Sheng said: "Look, Qilang, is there a difference between the left and right sides, and the Hu people in the middle and the back?"

She did not hear an echo.

Chen Rong turned back.

Wang Hongzheng is looking sideways at her quietly.

In the sunset, Chen Rongyan’s beautiful face was stained with gold. Her eyes were so bright, her young skin was so energetic, that is, the body under the big clothes also had a This kind of suppressed emotion and vitality.

Wang Hong withdrew his gaze and looked down at the city, saying, "Is there an anomaly, what does Arong think?"

Chen Rong was about to answer. A sound of footsteps came along with the sound of footsteps, a clear laughter, "Are Qilang here? Hey, is this Langjun?"

The sound is a bit suspicious.

Chen Rong turned his head to meet the elegant and relaxed middle-aged Moyang City Lord. Even if the war is imminent, it seems that the city is about to die. The bureaucrat's face is also full of smiles. It seems that he is not facing a life-and-death disaster immediately, but a banquet and a poetry meeting.

Chen Rong stepped forward and wanted to answer.

She hasn't spoken yet, Wang Hong walked behind her and reached out her hand.

He was so idle, so naturally he put his hand on her shoulder and said with a smile: "He, I am Qing Qing, come today and die with me."

Chen Rong froze.

The smile she hung on her face, the greetings she had just spoken out, choked up.

She never imagined that Wang Hong would give such an answer

Mo Yang's eyes shined.

He looked up and down towards Chen Rong, stroking his long beard, and nodded with emotion: "Zhen Ruo Zi Zi, Zi Yan Yan Li, such a Qing Qing, no wonder Wang Qilang, who is famous in the world, is also willing to break Sleeve."

Speaking of this, Lord Moyang looked at the Hu people under the city and muttered, "I'm not as good as Qilang. This time, there are no hands on Huangquan Road."

He sighed with his own heart. Without Chen Rong at this time, his expression was dull and his eyes were soft, and the whole person was going to faint.

When Chen Rong softened backwards, her waist was warm, but Wang Hong helped her.

He gently supported her, placed her in her arms lovingly, and thin net pressed against her cheek and exhaled a warm breath, said softly: "Qing Qing is unwell?"

Chen Rong did not have the strength to reply.

At this time, she closed her eyes in pain.

To be honest, this time she came to Moyang City to avoid misfortune, and secondly because she knew the beginning and end of this war. She believed that as long as she had a good grasp, as long as things still followed the trajectory of the previous life, she could take With Wang Hong, he took Sun Yan to escape from birth

So, she can't come out in the carriage. She puts on the men's clothing for the sake of the future and wants to keep the festival. Still thinking, after success, the whole body retreated.

But at the moment, Wang Hong’s arm is on her waist, and his heart is close to her back, his netbsp; pitiful she~IndoMTL.com~When she died of self-mutilation in the previous life, she was still a virgin body. Have been so close to any man. This life was better. First, he was taken away by Chu, and he was put in his arms like this again.

This man is too hateful.

Chen Rong secretly gritted her teeth, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she looked up at Moyang City Lord and Wang Hong, the envious look. At the moment, she gritted her teeth and turned into a shy smile.

After squeezing out a smile, Chen Rong lowered his head. She pulled to his hand locked in her waist.

With a light tug, his arms are still.

Chen Rong took a bite and slammed hard, his arms were still motionless.

Chen Rongxiu frowned, pinched fiercely

"Ouch"

Wang Hong uttered pain.

The host of Moyang surprisedly turned to look at him and asked, "Why?"

Wang Hong's mouth was raised, and he smiled gently and gracefully: "It's okay, it was bitten by ants."

Moyang City Lord smiled and said, "Qilang is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of ants?"

Wang Hong raised his eyebrows and said leisurely: "That ant bites people, specializes in the tender rou of the people, bites deadly, nails fiercely, why not let go, of course, afraid." He said fear in his mouth , But whether it is the expression or the tone, it is all a leisurely way.

The host of Moyang smiled.

At this time, Wang Hong lowered his head. He smiled lightly, gently covered Chen Rong's earlobe, shǔn sucked tianěn, and asked with a drowning mouth ěn: "Qing Qing is afraid of death, or is it afraid of the ant's pain?"

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