Mei Gongqing: Quilt? Cuckoo? Duo? 绔? Jin Xianhan?? Zhuo? Hazel??? 妫?/a>
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Chapter 1o3 who sent the golden coffin
The kangaroo chapter of the pink ticket 624 is sent. Ah, the pink ticket is still one to two, please ask for the ticket.
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The carriage moves slowly.
I don’t know why, Chen Rong clearly felt that Wang Hong was driving very slowly. Does he know his thoughts and want to stay longer at this moment?
Thinking about this, Chen Rong smiled bitterly, and she blew the curtain down.
But just after she pulled it down, she regretted it, so she lifted the corner of the car curtain and looked at his back.
Gradually, the carriage drove on the official road.
The official road is long, and Huang Chen rises from the sky. After a while, Chen Rongxian, Wang Hong only drove the car on the official road for two quarters, and then drove the car into a mountain road.
The xiao road in the mountains, the rivers on both sides are gurgling, and sometimes there are bamboo forests. The weeds that have dried up due to the winter are still half a person tall. The weeds and vines are woven and wrapped around the roots.
On both sides of Xiao Road, there are rolling mountains. It seems that there are very few people walking here. I looked up and looked up, and I couldn’t see a household.
Chen Rong was surprised, she raised her head and asked, "Qilang, where is this?"
Wang Hong didn’t look back, he sat lazily on the seat, even if the wagon rolled the dust from the carriage, he had dyed his white clothes, like him, he seemed to be in a formal costume to participate in the royal family. The banquet is just as elegant.
With a smile, he flicked the whip carelessly and said: "It is a xiao road, there are few pedestrians there, there is no farmland, and the refugees are not happy."
Chen Rong understood what he meant. He meant that this road was very safe.
She was relieved.
As she was about to continue her inquiry, Wang Hongqing ran beautifully, and a voice like a spring rang out, "I know this Xiaodao nearby." He seemed to know what she wanted to ask and said it first.
Chen Rong didn't believe it at all. She was startled and stared at his back.
However, she did not ask questions. She knew that no matter whether it was Ran Min or Wang Hong, they had a high weight, and the words they said were just one sentence. Such people did not like their words and were questioned, and they did not like to explain.
The morning breeze came along, it whipped up Wang Hong's ink, and the car curtains rustled.
Half an hour after reaching xiao, Wang Hong pressed the horse whip in his right hand and tapped the cowl in his left hand to sing aloud, "Looking at Luoyang, hesitant. I want to think of the setting sun in Xishan, according to the former capital of the old days, and the ruins of the old ruins today. ""He just sang here, but his voice was dumb.
Almost suddenly, he looked up and shouted loudly. Howling is like a golden stone hitting, both clear and brittle, coming from afar.
Just as Chen Rong looked at this strange Wang Hong silly, his long howling gradually turned into sobbing and sobbing. . . . . .
In the whine, Chen Rong was dumb and silly, and a high singing voice came from the mountainside in the distance. The song was hoarse and old, and it sang very desolately, "Today's hero is today's tomb, he is well dressed in his day, and now he has no bones."
That voice, when you sing here, will stop singing, and howling will rise.
Chen Rong looked back, and saw a distance of three hundred steps, in the mountainside, among the dead trees, a middle-aged woodcutter in his forties, with a beard, was lying on his hands on his hips, and looked up to the sky.
The woodman’s howling is desolate and simple, and its chapters are spread far and wide.
Chen Rong looked at the man and suddenly thought: This man is a hermit.
Just as she was thinking, the middle-aged woodman bent down to pick up the axe, and while chopping towards the xiao tree in front, he shouted in a rough voice: "Who is the mountain chanter? What song do you sing well? The old man had a broken heart." The woodman obviously jīng the rhythm. He shouted while slashing the dead tree. His movements and speech were very well coordinated, and he had a sense of rhythm.
On the seat, Wang Hong waved his whip without raising his head, so he replied so loudly: "Langya Wang Qiye."
"Hahahaha." The answer was to the middle-aged woodman who laughed loudly, "Wang Langya seven? What a big name."
At this time, the carriage was only two hundred steps away from him.
The middle-aged woodman looked down and curiously shouted: "Whee, who is sitting in the carriage? Was it too hard to drive Lang Hong Wang's Wang Hong to drive himself?"
Wang Hong smiled and told Chen Rong, "Pull up the car curtain and let the elders see."
Chen Rong responded and lifted the car curtain.
It's just that when she opened it, her head was still lowered due to her shame.
The woodcutter stunned and suddenly laughed. He was clearly in a good mood, but he threw the axe away from him with a thud, and shouted with his hands on his hips.
After laughing for a while, the echo continued, and the woodman shouted, "Okay, okay. The maid of the royal family of Langya, who is willing to control for a fù, okay, is worthy of my generation."
After a while, he turned to Wang Hong and said: "What you just said, the length is different, is it a new style of poetry?"
Wang Hong smiled faintly and replied aloud: "No, I just heard that this person from me has read it last time. I think this genre is of different lengths, but it is also refreshing."
The woodman continued to laugh loudly.
Laughing and smiling, he carried the axe and turned to walk deep into the mountain. Gradually, the laughter turned into a mournful throat, and the mourning hún joined in the wind, as if the sky was crying.
The carriage moved again.
The carriage continued on.
The road chosen by Wang Hong is not only remote but also a short way. But within two hours, the wall of Nanyang City appeared in Chen Rong's field of vision.
Chen Rong looked at the tall city wall and the distant figure in the distance. The figure was crushed and piled up outside the city. Is it that the refugees gathered together to make trouble?
Chen Rong thought of this and looked forward to Wang Hong.
Wang Hong is still laid back, he threw his whip, and his white shirt turned into gray swaying with the wind, the dance of Mo 1uan, that’s how it looked, from the back. tree.
It is just that Chen Rong knows that Wang Hong's swing of the whip has accelerated.
Soon, the carriage came outside the city mén.
The area outside Nanyang is already crowded. Thousands of people were crowded there, noisy nobles in the middle, but surrounded by armour, like armoured soldiers
The pawns were all dressed in brass armor with golden lights, holding halberds. The nobles are surrounded by three circles and three circles at least, there are at least five thousand
The five thousand fierce soldiers are the personal guards of King Nanyang
Chen could not bear to whisper, "What happened?"
Noisy ahead, how could anyone answer her doubts?
At this moment, among the nobles, there was a cry of a young scholar, "What is the meaning of King Nanyang? Last time, we wanted to leave Nanyang City and was stopped by him. This time, he was actually Even Langya Wang’s convoy dare to stop it, could he really think that no one can make him a local county king in this world?”
His voice is deep, he is angry.
Langya Wangs someone is going out of town?
Chen Rong whined, turned to look at Wang Hong.
What she saw was still a leisurely, uncomfortable back.
The cry of the young scholar stopped, and the generals sneered when the pawns struck. "Langya Wang's family is indeed awesome. But since Langya Wang Qi provokes Murong Ke this way, don't think so quietly. Push the scourge to my Nanyang City and leave by myself"
He said here, he took a step back, waved his right hand, and shouted: "Stopped, no one is allowed to go"
The young man among the nobles was so angry that he laughed loudly: "Open your dog's eyes and see if there is a king of Langya"
Since then, the general has no Wang Hong in the crowd, but he ignored it, but he held his head and held the token in his hand. Shen Sheng shouted: "Wang Ling is here, whether I have Wang Qi or not, Anyway, the team members belonging to the Langya Wangs are not allowed to leave the city"
Hearing this, Wang Hong was obviously confused. He waved his hand and brought a young man dressed as a servant closer.
The teenager was among the dozens of refugees, and his clothes were most neat. He was watching the excitement with great interest. As soon as he turned his head, he saw that Wang Hong was waving, but he was not recognized, but he was frightened by his face, his eyes blinked, and he looked at Wang Hong with curiosity and admiration. Come here.
Wang Hong pointed to the crowd at the 300 steps ahead and smiled lightly: "Brother Xiao knows, what happened?"
"Know and know, I know it myself." The teenager's voice was clear and loud, he said loudly: "Last night, two hundred Hu people carrying a pair of golden coffins suddenly appeared outside the city. They faced the city. Shout, what to say: The general of his family looks up to the style of Wang Qi, Langya, and always wanted to be close. The last time in Moyang City, Wang Lang did not say goodbye, he was very sad. Now I heard that he is in Nanyang City, special Feng Go to the golden coffin and wish to meet Wang Lang in the time of goodbye."
The young man’s teeth were sharp, his voice was crisp, and his memory was good. He came here with a breath, took a breath, and continued: "Hu Ren also said that his family General Murong has prepared the golden thread for Wang Lang. Yuhua Yigui is not easy to manufacture. Wanwang Wanglang should not refuse. After these words, Hu Ren put down the coffin and went away."
This time, Chen Rong and Wang Hong fully understood.
Wang Hong smiled.
He smiled, Rong Hua moved, and the young man flicked in front of him, dumbfounded.
Wang Hong smiled lightly, squinting his eyes, and said lightly: "So, this morning, Nanyang Wang now shows that my Langya Wangs have a team that wants to leave?"
"Exactly." There was a flash of disappointment flashing on the young man's face, but in a blink of an eye, his eyes were bright again, and he was full of confidence. "The man just said, they Langya Wang, They wouldn't do this kind of escape. These people they left were to move rescuers in Jiankang. As for Wang Qilang, and most of the Wang family jīng soldiers~IndoMTL.com~I will stay in Nanyang City. There is one more Personally, since Murong Ke wanted his family Qilang, if his family Qi Lang left Nanyang City, Murong Ke would not be interested in Nanyang City any more. The Nanyang King who refused to let them go was the short-sighted. "
Wang Hong smiled, and he thanked him so that the teenager left, looked up at the group of people leisurely.
At this time, he leaned back, approaching Chen Rong, and said with a smile: "Arong."
Chen Rong was stunned and responded quickly: "Yes."
Wang Hong’s voice is very gentle and very gentle, "If you want to leave Nanyang City, then go on these two days. I will arrange everything."
Chen Rong Wanwan did not expect that, after learning the news, he thought for the first time that he should leave Nanyang City safely
She looked at him, she fainted her cheeks, she felt a sense of love and love, and raised her eyebrows again.
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