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When Chen Rong got on the carriage, it was late, and Chen Gongshen's carriage was already on the road.

Sang Sou drove the car, followed Chen Wei’s carriage, and slowly drove out of Chen Fu.

This night, the moon is just right, and the breeze is like water. Chen Rong lifted the car curtain and looked at the pedestrians coming and going in the street. Among these pedestrians, there were already a lot of ragged people. This time when Sun Yan broke through from Moyang City, his behavior was too sudden, and there were many scholars. , Even the luggage could not be taken care of, so he hurried out afterwards. After coming to Nanyang City, there are families in the city who can also mix meals and food. If there is no family in Nanyang City, those days are already very difficult.

In this world, like Chen Rong, there are few and few who can take shelter under the protection of the family.

The carriage drove towards Wang Zhai.

As soon as I came to the gate of the Wangzhai mansion, I saw the torch under the eaves, on the branches, and on the side of the street.

In the wide open main entrance, there is a lot of traffic, and there is no end to the stream. Girls dressed up in dresses, carriages scented with incense, add a bit of bustling to the quiet night.

The carriage stopped in the square.

Chen Wei, supported by the maidservant, walked to Na Shengle with broken steps. Her footsteps were a bit frivolous, and her eyes were unusually bright.

When Chen Rong came to her, Chen Wei didn't pay attention. She just stared at the temple with her lips tightly squeezed. The little hand holding the maidservant's hand was a little bit tense.

Chen Rong looked at her and slowly retracted her gaze.

At this time, Chen Gongzao had already stepped into the hall under the support of several scholars and officials.

Chen Rong walked a few steps, followed behind him, and walked inside.

As soon as he entered the hall, everyone, including Chen Rong, looked involuntarily towards the main collapse. Looking at that direction, Chen Rong understood the meaning of the awning for the first time. The bright lights are also the lights, and there are brightly dressed men and women everywhere, but that direction is very bright. It is so bright that it is so bright that it makes all people look involuntarily. . . . . . In that direction, there is Wang Hong.

Chen Rong withdrew his gaze, followed Chen Gongzheng, collapsed on the third row on the left, and sat down on the corner.

After sitting down, her eyes turned to Wang Hong again.

This man, no matter when he sees it, will always be so breeze Lang Yue, it seems that all the troubles and all the hustle and bustle in this world have nothing to do with him.

Chen Rong looked at him, his eyes lost a little.

At this moment, Wang Hong, who smiled lightly, took a sip of his drink and looked at Chen Gongzhang and at her.

His eyes were obviously startled when he turned to Chen Rong. Slowly, his right hand waved back.

A servant approached quickly and asked respectfully, "What did Lang Jun ask?"

"Bring a washbasin filled with water."

"Yes."

After a while, the servant came to Wang Hong with a basin.

Looking at the servant, Wang Wulang smiled curiously: "What is Qilang doing?"

Wang Hong just smiled.

He pointed slowly in the direction of Chen Rong and said lightly, "Give it to that girl."

The servant responded: "Yes."

He carried the basin and walked towards Chen Rong.

Know that Wang Hongben is the focus of the scholars. Although his voice is not loud and his movements are ordinary, but with countless eyes, he still looks to him and to the servant who is holding the basin.

Under the eyes of all eyes, the servant carried the water basin and strode to Chen Rong. He put the water basin towards her, and said softly and politely: "Girl, this is what my Langjun rewards!"

As soon as he spit out, all his eyes were on Chen Rong.

By brushing the floor, Chen Rong put a thick white powder on his face, and it turned purple and purple. But the powder on her face was too thick, the red did not show through her face, but extended from her neck to the chest lock covered by the placket.

She pursed her lips, and then whispered back after a while: "Thank you, Langjun." Hearing this carefully, it seemed to burst out of the teeth.

Everyone is still staring at her.

At this time, everyone understood Wang Hong's meaning.

Chen Rong certainly understood what he meant.

She just hesitated and put her small hand into the basin: looking at this situation, she didn’t do things according to Wang Hong’s intention, just because everyone would keep staring at her like this.

After reaching into the basin, Chen Rong grabbed a handful of clean water and brushed his face.

She was in this hall, at the feast, under the eyes of the public, and washed her face helplessly, Chen Gong frowned, and he asked to the side: "Who brought her makeup?" Voice Still warm, but the dissatisfaction was overflowing.

The servant whispered back: "It is Chen Yuan's wife."

Chen Gongzao snorted softly.

When Chen Rong washes his face here, Chen Wei on one side, as well as a dozen girls sitting in the corner, were a little restless.

From time to time, they reached out and stroked their faces, and after a long delay, they quietly left one by one.

Wang Wulang looked at this change of the women, he looked around for a moment, muttered, "This basin of water, the entire Jiankang will be affected!" His tone, more or less Less, sour.

When Wang Wulang looked at Chen Rong, his eyes were still complicated, but not as hot as before.

In a moment, Chen Rong washed his face completely.

The servant picked up the basin.

Everyone’s eyes are still locked on her face, and the whispers in the temple are all about her.

In these fiery eyes, Chen Rong kept his head down. At this time, another servant of the royal family brought a clean scented towel. Chen Rong took it and wiped the water droplets off his face. . Then, a maidservant put a bronze mirror on her table, and she came behind Chen Rong herself, and then in the hall, she combed and combed her hair until her hair was neat and tidy, The soup hangs on the shoulders, and the servants retreat.

During this period, ~IndoMTL.com~ spent a total of two quarters of a clock-for such a feast, it was a full two hours for her makeup!

When the maidservants retreated, the music revived, and the maidservants carried the wine and fleshed out.

And everyone's eyes finally moved away from Chen Rong.

Until then, Chen Rong only took a long breath. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the man who smiled Yan Yan to the Lord with resentment, grievance, anger, and shame.

When the wine was on, the girls also came back. At this time, like Chen Rong, the makeup on their faces was washed completely, their hair was scattered, and they were put on their shoulders.

Chen Wei too.

She stretched out her hand, covered her face, and looked at the rosy white. After washing her face, she even saw the moisturized Chen Rong. She asked with a little jealousy, "A Rong, will my face be too yellow?" Alright?"

Chen Rong looked at her and shook her head softly in the look she expected. "No, it's very beautiful." Chen Wei was overjoyed and quickly raised her head, looking at the girls around her with confidence . (Mei Gongqing: 115115236)--(Mei Gongqing)