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Feeling his gaze, Chen Rong quickly avoided it.

Looking at Chen Rong, who lowered his eyebrows and moved to the corner of the carriage, Wang Hong threw the handkerchief covering the wound, stretched out his hand, and dragged her into his arms.

Chen Rong crouched into his arms uncontrollably, his elbow leaned to the side, and he couldn't help but bumped into his wound.

Blood flow is instantaneous! That blood, in a blink of an eye, soaked the entire handkerchief, and in a blink of an eye, it flowed to his placket like a stream, and also stained Chen Rong's placket!

The blood is covered with white clothes. That scene will be as frightening as it is.

Chen Rong looked at the red-stained piece, took out the handkerchief from his arms, and pressed it gently.

She didn’t look at Wang Hong, so she stared at the outside guard like this and sighed, "What about the medicine?"

The five guards glanced at Wang Hong and bowed their heads.

With their help, Wang Hong's wound was quickly bandaged. Along with his clothes, he also changed.

In a blink of an eye, the curtain is pulled down again.

Chen Rong embraced Wang Hong’s neck and said softly, "Master, does it hurt?"

The sound is endless and the sentiment is infinite.

Wang Hong extended his hand to her chin.

While waiting for him to lift, Chen Rong looked up at him.

She looked at him, her eyes flowing, and her feelings of love overflowed. Looking at him tenderly, Chen Rong lowered his head, across the sling, and gently printed a kiss on his wound, said lowly: "It hurts, right?"

Wang Hong did not answer her question.

Chen Rongbai’s tender and smooth fingers ran across his chin along the wound, and the green and jade fingers scratched. She sighed out of her pharynx and pressed her face against his face, rubbing gently. She learns from him, bites the tip of his nose, and exhales Fanglan. "Aren't willing to stop Lang Jun for this next time."

Her words are gentle.

Her eyes are full of emotion.

She's expression, concern over the table.

This is what Wang Hong hopes to see. . . . . . But looking at her so quietly at the moment, he felt uneasy.

At this moment, drums were clamoring outside.

Chen Rong quickly opened the car curtain and looked out. Looking up twice, Chen Rong withdrew his gaze and sorted out the torn clothes and hair.

After sorting out for a while, she smiled at Wang Hong charmingly and asked, "Is the face beautiful?"

Wang Hong has been watching her quietly, and Wen Zhao looked up and down at her.

He stretched out his slender hand and brushed the broken hair in her ear like a spring breeze. The finger slid back to her neck, smoothing the folds behind the neck. He said, "It's done." /

"Thank you, Master."

Chen Rong said. Reach out to lift the curtain and jump down.

Her arms were caught, and Wang Hong's voice floated into her ears, "Where is Arong?"

Chen Rong looked back at him.

She looked at him, pursed her lips, and smiled broadly: "The husband did not know, Arong came from a humble background. Since the southward movement, she has been trembling all the way, always looking at people's colors, daring not to relax. Let's build Kangcheng. Arong had longed for it, but he was bound to look like this, so he didn't dare to indulge himself. Now, now that he has a husband, somebody remembers it, and somebody collects his dead. Arong can finally let go. "

She pulled his hand away and jumped off the carriage.

When the car curtain was shaking, she looked back and took a blessing towards Wang Hongfu in the carriage, saying, "Master, Arong went shopping."

Finally, she shook her sleeves, and Man Bu walked around to the drums.

Chen Rong only took a few steps, and Wang Hong’s voice came from behind, “Come back.” The voice was soothing, but it was a command.

Chen Rong's footsteps.

The carriage moves.

A slender hand, gently pressed on her shoulder, Wang Hong sighed softly, said: "Let's wait a while." He stepped off the carriage, holding Chen Rong's hand, step by step Return to the carriage.

Chen Rong did not struggle, and she obediently followed him into the carriage.

"Go away."

"Yes."

"Go to Taoism."

"Yes."

In one order after another, Wang Hong held Chen Rong and put her between her knees. Because of his movement, the wound on his neck began to bleed again.

When Chen Rong saw it, he reached over and covered the wound.

Wang Hong looked down at her and said softly, "Don't Arong know? I won't allow you to die."

He smiled gracefully and lightly, and five fingers brushed her hair. He said slowly: "Well, look at that man." He was referring to a young woman with a back on her back who was a hundred steps away from the carriage. , "The woman, she was sent by Princess Nine. Yo, there is that, that, that too."

He smiled lowly and kissed Chen Rong's hair gently, saying, "Those people will rejoice in Arong's orders."

Chen Rong smiled, her voice was a little weak, "Got it."

She snuggled into his arms and murmured, "The husband is really bad and will not allow me to be willful." She muttered: "It's not easy to live, death is not allowed, alas, the husband is really not a good person."

Wang Hong laughed when he heard this.

His smile has been shallow and faint for a long time. When he laughed like this, it was not much.

He reached out with his left hand and hit "clap-" on the cowl. In the rhythmic beating, he put his right finger in front of his mouth and gave a small boo, warning low, "A Rong, this can't be said easily...you said at Jiankang that I was bad, but you will be People besieged.

In Wang Hong's laughter, the carriage continued to move forward.

Soon, the carriage came to Xishan Taoist Temple and began to slow down.

Wang Hong leaned back. He reached out and stroked Chen Rong's back, stroking her satin ink hair, and looked at Chen Rong's charming side. It is also strange to say that this woman, after losing to him that time, the whole person has become bright and charming, quite charming and charming. This kind of romantic and charming, it can't be concealed, it has completely washed away her previous vulgar and humble air. Now, she is making a humble posture, as in the past, when there are advances and retreats, Narong is also different from the past, that posture also has the beauty of high shore coldness.

It seems that now she no longer learns from the camp, and no longer cares about life and death. . . . . . Also, she has changed.

Looking at her like this, he slender white hands, gently touching her neck, said low and softly: "A Rong more and more charming, how can this be good?"

The voice murmured.

Chen Rong turned back.

Wang Hong met her bright eyes, and lifted her fingers slightly. He stroked her long eyelashes, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, saying softly and softly, "Arong makes me more and more unable to let go. Is it good?"

Chen Rong withdrew his gaze and smiled slightly, "Why is Lang Jun out here? Haven't you locked A Rong to your side? In this world, it's supremely precious, and if you eat too much, you will get bored. When I am tired of anticipation, I don’t want to spend much time."

Chen Rong did not wait for his answer.

As she turned her eyes and looked back, a sudden drum sound came.

The drum sound is the drum music they heard on the street. However, at this moment, the drum music followed behind her and appeared under Taoism!

Chen Rongteng straightened up, reached up and lifted the curtain, looking out.

The drum sound is getting closer and closer, looming between the winding mountain roads. With just a glance, Chen Rong discovered that there were hundreds of people watching the crowd behind the drum band.

At the moment, the drum music is only a hundred steps away from her.

The carriage stopped and Chen Rong hadn’t looked back. Wang Hong’s low voice came, “Is the emperor’s person?”

Emperor person?

Chen Rong Yiling looked sideways.

Gradually, the pedestrians dispersed and the team appeared in front of Chen Rong.

This is a Royal Guard, and the **** is at the forefront. The **** held the imperial edict. Behind him were the musicians who beat the drums and drums and the guardians of the heavenly family.

Thinking about it, Chen Rong jumped off the carriage.

She took two steps, and Wang Hong's low, gentle voice came, "Arong, get in the car."

In his voice, there is a coolness that he rarely had.

Chen Rong was a little surprised. She glanced back at him and saw that he was staring at the band for an instant, and her mind moved slightly, so she responded without a word, and stepped back to him without saying a word, and climbed into the carriage.

As soon as she got into the carriage, Wang Hong put her in her arms and said softly, "Go."

This is to Yufu.

Yufu responded and quickly drove the carriage.

But it’s hard work, the team is only fifty steps away from their carriage. Wang Hong’s carriage just moved, and the voice of an eunuch’s whistle came, “Can Hongyunzi Fairy be here?”

The **** opened the carriage belonging to Chen Rong immediately after Wang Hong’s carriage.

A word came out, and there was silence all around.

Countless eyes, looking at Chen Rong's empty carriage at the same time.

At this moment, Wang Hong behind said softly, "Come on."

"Yes."

Yufu took two steps out of the carriage and came to the empty carriage.

Slowly, Wang Hong opened the car curtain, so that he and Chen Rong's faces appeared in front of everyone.

This time, everyone who looked around, first stunned, suddenly buzzing.

What is the name of King Langya Seven? Without Wang Hong's appearance, everyone knew he was on his side. However, he hugged a Dao aunt, showing his face so lamely.

This style is so unbelievable!

The **** just glanced at Wang Hong and then his eyes were taken back.

He behaved in such a comfortable manner. He knew clearly that Chen Rong's heart sank suddenly.

The **** ignored Wang Hong, but stared at Chen Rong intently, shouting shoutingly: "But Hongyunzi Xiangu?"

Chen Rong's thin waist was locked by Wang Hong, unable to return straight to the courtesy, so he bowed his head slightly and responded: "Yes."

The **** stared at her and spit out slowly: "There is a decree!"

Edict?

Chen Rong immediately struggled to stand up.

She walked off the carriage and held a hand toward the eunuch, responding: "Hong Yunzi accepts the purpose."

This time, her voice fell, and there was a strange whispering voice around her, "What a good-hearted aunt. Just when the man collapsed, he took the imperial order."

The sound is not small.

Chen Rong ignored it. One of the guards behind the **** turned back and glared fiercely. This glaring murderous, the hustle and bustle of everyone was quiet at the same time.

The **** stared at Chen Rong and nodded slowly. Then, he opened the imperial edict with a great deal of time, and screamed with a whistle: "Hong Yunzi has admired Hong Chen, why should I ask for a female crown? Crown, and mate with men for a long time, how can I let my face look?"

The **** shouted with a sharp voice, chanting here, and made a wink at the person behind him.

So, the three court ladies held the wooden tray and stepped forward slowly.

Almost as soon as the eunuch's voice fell, it was a clamor, and at the moment, as the three court ladies stepped forward, the clamor became a scream and noisy.

Wang Hong, who had been leaning on the collapse all the time, looked at this scene with great leisure, and at this time, he also stood up and looked up.

The three court ladies hold three things.

A fine ceramic, a piece of white practice, and a dagger.

. . . . . .

This world, no one knows the meaning of these three.

It seems that in order to maintain the majesty of the Tian family, the emperor must die of this romantic aunt.

As the three maidens walked forward, the noise became louder and louder, and the screams increased.

Countless eyes, staring at Chen Rong and Wang Hong instantly.

Chen Rong was stunned.

She was completely stunned.

Your Majesty, give her a death?

How is this possible?

At this time, the voice of the eunuch's whistle oscillated in her ears, "Hong Yunzi, do you dare not answer?"

The voice is sharp and murderous.

Chen Rong slowly looked up.

She greeted the eunuch, then she turned her gaze to the three maidens, and then her eyes swept the crowd.

Slowly, Chen Rong turned around and looked at Wang Hong.

Feeling her gaze, she has been staring coldly at Wang Hong, and looked up to her.

He caught her eyes.

Under Wang Hong's quiet gaze, Chen Rong smiled.

This smile is very peculiar. It has sorrow and relaxation. Because of this sadness and relaxation, Chen Rong's smile seemed so gorgeous.

Chen Rongding looked at Wang Hong slowly. Slowly, she smiled and said lowly: "Qilang," her voice was gentle and passionate, her eyes were like water, and she looked at him with emotion, she murmured, and I was reluctant, and said relaxedly: "Qiro, you lost."

She raised her lips, obsessed, and murmured, "You lost."

Looking at him faintly, Chen Rong smiled and turned his head.

She walked forward slowly and reached out to the three maidens.

Almost without hesitation, she reached for the dagger, and in a sudden silence around her, she glanced at everyone with a smile, and slowly said: "It should have been so... Thank you, Your Majesty, for giving me determination."

While her little white hand reached the dagger, Wang Hong’s low and clear voice came, "And slow."

The crowd calmed down and looked at him at the same time.

In the attention of everyone, Wang Hong casually beckoned to the **** and said, "Show me the decree."

"Bold!"

Almost as soon as Wang Hong’s sentence came out, the **** shouted sharply. He stepped back, stared at Wang Hong, and sneered coldly: "The Emperor's will, and you idle people can see it when they want to see it?"

He drank here, Wang Hong glanced at it, and he choked on the rest. . . . . . At that glance, it was very peaceful, but he felt strangely cold.

However, the cold was only a moment, and the eunuch, thinking of the instructions he heard when he was traveling, gritted his teeth and shouted at Chen Rong, "Won't you dare not resist the purpose?"

At this time, Chen Rong’s hand was resting on the handle of the dagger. After hearing Wang Hong’s opening, she turned her head, letting her long hair run down, looking at him gently and quietly.

As soon as the eunuch's anxiety came, Chen Rong gave him a slow white look and said lazily, "What are you anxious?"

She looked back to Wang Hong, slightly raised her head, her lazy smile, hiding her longing that she would not dare to admit, "I have rarely been guarded like this in my life. Why should angels be anxious?"

The eunuch's face fell. He didn't dare to look at Wang Hong, but he dared to stare at Chen Rong. At the moment, he stepped forward and shouted at Chen Rong: "Bold! Come here, give this aunt! "

At the order of the eunuch, the two stepped forward.

At this moment, Wang Hong's lazy voice came, "Take that imperial edict."

The voice came, and the **** was startled.

When he didn't understand it yet, a guard standing beside Wang Hong strode forward. He walked up and down, and walked to the **** in a few steps. After reaching for it, he took the imperial edict in his hand.

The **** was furious and he screamed angrily: "You are so brave. Come here, take him, take him!"

He shouted sharply, echoing through the mountains, but waiting for the guard to walk to Wang Hong's side, no half of them stepped forward.

The **** turned his head in rage, and he faced a crowd of people who bowed their heads and shrank back.

Looking at these people, the eunuch's face was pale, and in a blink of an eye, he thought that the decree in his hand was no longer there, and it was his hand

Soft feet.

The guard sent the Imperial Decree to Wang Hong.

Wang Hong took the imperial edict, and took a glance at the sun. He glanced at it a little, and then he slowly rolled up the edict, and then Shi Shiran stepped off the carriage.

The light robe was slow, and the coat walked gracefully in front of Chen Rong. Wang Hong glanced towards her, her long and fair hands spread out before her eyes.

Chen Rong blinked.

She tilted her head, and Chen Rong looked at him silly. After a while, she understood, so she picked up the dagger and put it in his palm.

As soon as this action was done, Wang Hong smiled.

He shook his sleeves wide and strode toward the eunuch.

Even if he had a dagger in his hands, the **** had no other ideas. He glared at Wang Hong and screamed inwardly: "Wang Qilang, what do you want to do? Do you dare to resist?"

"Resistance?"

Wang Hongyi sun, he raised his lips, said lightly: "So you also know that I am Wang Qilang." A sentence spit out, his right hand is sent forward!

At this time, he had stood in front of the eunuch, at this time, his right hand was holding a dagger!

So, as he shook his wide sleeves, and with his understatement, everyone only heard a "porn" sound, and the sound of the dagger coming into the flesh came!

"Ah--"

The screams were rolling one after another, and everyone around them stepped back, terrified!

The blood spewed out~IndoMTL.com~ Wang Hongman took a step back inadvertently, avoiding the spouting blood. He frowned and showed off his sleeves, "Don't you know who I am, and dare to use false imperial edicts to criticize my woman?"

Finally, he turned around carelessly, flicked his sleeves, and walked toward the carriage.

At this time, blood was still gushing from the eunuch's throat. He pointed to Wang Hong, trembling, but couldn't spit out a word.

At this time, the people around me have been so shocked by this change that they can only scream.

At this time, Chen Rong was looking up, looking blankly at Wang Hong.

As Wang Hong walked to Chen Rong’s side and reached out to her, a sharp cry came from the mountainside, "Why does Hong Yunzi Xiangu have a decree--"

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