Mei Gongqing: Quilt? 0 绔? ?ф??
The second is more.
Because it has been revised once, I have included the contents of the previous chapter. However, there are 500 words in this chapter that are free of charge, and will not let everyone suffer, huh, huh.
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The maid walked behind her and smiled: "The slave was the first time to see such a dull girl."
The young woman nodded her head and sighed: "Who tells Langya Wang Qi to value her? You also know that in Jiankang, the prestige of the Wang family cannot be compared with the royal family! Hey, if Sanlang can get Wang Qilang one A word of praise is very good for his trip to Jiankang."
The next day, before noon, Chen Sanlang's carriage appeared outside the courtyard. A servant stood at the arch and shouted, "Arong, it's time to go."
Chen Rong responded crisply inside and walked out holding the piano.
When she walked out of the arch, she suddenly found Chen Wei next door sticking out her head, looking curiously towards her and Chen Sanlang's carriage. Chen Wei was obviously a little afraid of Chen Sanlang, and his eyes were evasive.
When Chen Rong approached, Chen Sanlang lifted the car curtain and glanced at the lyre string in her hand. At the moment, he frowned and said, "This piano is so ordinary, nothing makes people look down on the Chen family."
Speaking of this, he leaned over and took out a beautifully crafted, seven-stringed piano decorated with beautiful pearls and handed it to Chen Rong. He said with a smile: "Fortunately, my third brother, I have already prepared. Ah Rong will use this."
When Qin handed it to her, his big hand touched Chen Rongbai's tender and voluptuous hand intentionally or unintentionally.
Chen Rong lowered her eyebrows, she took a step back from holding her piano, and smiled lightly: "The third brother has thought about it, I have seen this piano, Qilang has also seen."
Chen Sanlang was stunned, remembering that Chen Rong played Feng Qiuhuang to Wang Qilang in front of everyone. He shook his head and muttered, "It's up to you." >
He put the piano back and glanced at Chen Rong’s towering chest with a smile: "A Rong, ride a carriage with your third brother, so that outsiders can also know that our brothers and sisters are affectionate."
Chen Rong shook her head, she said with a smile: "Thank you, brother, but A Rong's carriage is ready." She turned around and walked towards her carriage.
Just accidentally glanced at it, Chen Rong discovered that Chen Wei, who was leaning on the probe behind the door to probe her brain, had a little jealousy in her eyes looking at her and Chen Sanlang.
Chen Rong returned his gaze and carried the skirt onto the carriage.
Two carriages drove back and forth toward the gate of Chen Fu.
Chen Sanlang lifted the car curtain and smiled at Chen Rong in the carriage: "I heard that Arong and Wang Qilang met on the road? Is he valued by him?"
Behind the car curtain, there was a charming voice in Chen Rong's clear voice. This kind of natural voice is the same as her body shape. In the eyes of people, it is'slamorous.' Chen Sanlang narrowed his eyes and listened with pleasure as Chen Rong replied: "Wang Qilang is generous and elegant, A Rongyu has only spoken to him twice."
Chen Sanlang responded and said, "The princes of the world look at the Wang family, and the Wang family has Qilang. As a younger sister, it is really lucky to be able to meet people like Qilang and to be valued by others."
Chen Rong can hear, what Chen Sanlang wants to say is that in her capacity, even if she married Wang Qilang as a concubine, it was high. What's more, she was also valued by Wang Qilang. Even if she was a concubine, she was also a concubine.
She lowered her eyes and sneered secretly, but responded obediently: "The third brother said so much."
After Chen Sanlang stared at the car curtain, Chen Rong was apt to make a beautiful figure, and his heart was a little itchy. This A Rong, on the appearance of body shape theory, could not compare with the Kabuki mabuki he had been in contact with over the years. What's more, she has a more noble and calm manner than those women with low status. Speaking of which, this sister is indeed a stunner, but it is a pity that she is her own sister.
For a long while, he withdrew his gaze with regret, remembering his major events, and said with a smile: "Arong saw Qilang, so he can be referred to him as a brother."
Chen Rong responded softly: "This is of course."
During the wheel rolling, two carriages exited Chen Fu and drove into Nanyang City.
In the city of Nanyang, there was a kind of restlessness in the vocal crowd. Chen Rong lifted the curtain and saw that the streets became much more deserted than before, especially those shops, many of which were closed.
When Chen Rong thought about it, her side was warm, but Chen Sanlang signaled that the carriage approached and leaned towards her. He stared at Chen Rong, who was only one arm away. His pale face smiled warmly. "What is my sister looking at?" As he said, he sniffed deeply at Chen Rong and grinned: "Sister It’s really fragrant, I don’t know which one made the sachet?”
Chen Rong quietly avoided some distance, and bowed his eyebrows obediently and replied: "The third brother laughed."
She shrank to the other side of the carriage.
When Chen Sanlang saw her away from herself, she sighed and chanted: "Prosperity turns into an empty space. A woman's life is like the gorgeous spring flowers, the most beautiful and moving, only a few days. Hey, in this world where today and tomorrow are unknown, why can't they have fun in time? Sister, do you say that?"
He looked at Chen Rong tenderly.
Under the shaking of the carriage curtain, it was Chen Rong’s quiet face. She smiled faintly and replied: "It is commonplace for flowers to end sometimes. Some flowers are always full of enthusiasm, it blooms, Just for someone, for a certain day."
This is a refusal.
Chen Sanlang put a smile on his face and said, "Someday? My sister is still counting on marrying Qilang as his wife?" The voice could not help but endure.
Chen Rong lowered her eyebrows, she didn’t answer, but slowly pulled the curtain off. Her movement was slow, revealing a loneliness carved in her bones.
Chen Sanlang looked at her intently, and when she pulled down the car curtain, she suddenly said, "Wang Qilang is also a blessing."
Chen Rong did not reply.
During the subversion of the carriage, it soon came to the edge of Yangshui Lake on the east side of Nanyang City.
In the lake, dozens of boats dotted it. Under the winter sunshine, the rippling lake water spread out circle after circle.
In the boat, the sound of the piano came, and the sound of the piano was ethereal and clear, as if from nine days away.
At this moment, a young boy lifted the curtain of the car and shouted, "But is Chen's Arong here?"
In the carriage, Chen Rongqing’s voice came, "Yes."
"Very good."
The young man smiled and swung his right hand.
Shoot, the five carriages lined up in a row, and they stood firmly on Chen Rong’s way. The tall and spacious carriage completely cut off Chen Rong's gaze at the lake.
Chen Rong was stunned for a while, the young boy shouted, "Chen A Rong, and play a song. If the piano sound agrees with me, you can enter. Hum, if it doesn't agree with me, I'm sorry , Today you will not see your Qilang."
I came here for a while.
Chen Rong laughed dumbly.
She lifted the car curtain, looked at the carriage lined up, and smiled: "Okay."
Finally, she reached for the piano and touched it with her right hand, the sound of the piano drifted away.
Her piano sounds like her people's, and there is a kind of magnificence in change, and she wins by fingering.
Almost suddenly, the sound of the piano just melodiously floated out, but it stopped abruptly.
Just as the boy was startled, Chen Rongge smiled when he was about to speak: "Jun is Alin of Huan's family? Everyone says that Huan Jiulang has something he can never forget. The piano music I just played will be continued. If it is good, then if it is not good, then I am sorry, and Chen Rong will not leave here!"
The young man smiled bitterly: "Your little aunt, knowing that I am not good at piano. Only."
With a wave of his hand, the five carriages moved away.
Chen Rong and the youngster are facing each other.
Huan Jiulong frowned at Chen Rong, and said, "How is it a vulgar girl?"
Chen Rong was very annoyed. She stared at him and sneered, "It turns out to be a sick and weak Lang Jun." This Huan Jiulang, despite his beautiful features, had a pale complexion with a cyan face, and he looked weak and couldn't help the wind.
Huan Jiulang was dumbfounded, he glared at her and shouted: "You girl, with high brow bones and eyes full of shame, how can you deserve Wang Hong Wang Qilang?"
When his voice just fell, Chen Rong raised his head, squinting his eyes and staring at Huan Jiulang, shouting, "I'm a girl with a low profile, and you can't help it. If you don't take it, you can't help it. People trample? Your sick man's shortcomings are too hateful!" Unlike the scholars and girls nowadays, Chen Rong's tone is really unbearable.
When she yelled, Chen Sanlang was shocked. He hurriedly shouted: "A Rong, pay attention! Do you know who he is, he is Huanfu Jiulang, he is the eldest son of Huanfu, identity Very honorable! You are not allowed to be so rude!"
At this moment, a burst of laughter came.
However, when I saw the river, I didn't know when to draw a few flat boats. It was Zhang Zhi and another young celebrity who laughed in the palm.
In laughter, Chi Zhile said: "Well, well said, this sick man just likes to expose people's shortcomings, which is really annoying."
His voice just fell, and the young man smiled and said, "Well, there is a whip in the carriage of Chen's Arong. Why is that whip hanging, why not take it off and swing it over. Don't smoke It’s too heavy, and it’s inevitable that Huanfu will be troubled. I said Ah Rong, just beat him to death, let him stay in bed for half a year.”
The laughter of the two made Chen Rong a little embarrassed, and she turned her head to look at them. When she looked at Wang Hong behind the two of them, she blushed and turned her head to the side.
At this time, Huan Jiulang stretched his hand to caress his throat and smiled bitterly at Wang Hong: "I was glared at you by my wife, my cold sweat was sore, my throat was sore, and I felt almost dying."
Zhengzhi Dale, he shouted: "Good! The girls in Ping Suli see you, the sick man, all of them are rhetoric flowers, and it is rare that a woman makes you chill. Good, good."
In the shouting of Zhi Zhi, Wang Hong smiled. Under the sunlight, his eyes were crystal clear, extremely clear and deep. "She has suppressed her temperament." The language was gentle and calm.
Chen Rong turned around and looked at Wang Hong.
Huan Jiulang shouted, whispering, "You want such a rude woman, Qilang?"
Wang Qilang didn’t answer yet. The middle-aged scribe who was sitting on the back of the boat and stroking the piano slowly pressed his hands and sighed, saying, "As the little aunt said, she is humble and inferior, and she can't help it. If you don’t have sha, you will be trampled by others. Qilang, like my generation, this little aunt is also a person with a personality, although it is the focus of sha, but it can be tuned."
He used a serious tone to say this kind of joking words, and at the moment, another burst of laughter echoed.
The middle-aged scribe said here, looking at Chen Sanlang, who was standing on the left side of Chen Rong, frowning, his long sleeves flicking, and said, "Where is the mediocre, let’s go, don’t be pestered Here is the depravity."
These words don't leave any emotion.
Chen Sanlang Wan Wan didn't expect that he just screamed, and was looked down upon by these people. Suddenly the pale face flushed. He was dumb, grinned reluctantly, and then shoved towards the middle-aged scribe, saying: "Xie Jun passed away."
The middle-aged scribe with the surname Xie ignored him.
Everyone present ~IndoMTL.com~ never looked at Chen Sanlang.
Chen Sanlang froze and turned to look at Chen Rong.
And at this time, Chen Rong turned around, she blessed him, and said softly, "Third Brother, go back first."
Chen Sanlang sees that she is willing to take care of herself in this situation and give herself a step down, quickly responding: "Okay, okay, I will go back, I will go back."
As soon as Chen Sanlang left, Huan Jiulang sighed aloud, "Although the little aunt is a wonderful person, she has to be vulgar after all!"
Chen Rong didn’t look back, and replied lightly: "Under the eaves of the people, the vulgarity has to be done. As long as the temperament is true, why not bother?"
This answer is aggressive. Huan Jiulang was startled, and he suddenly laughed.
Chen Rong heard his laughter, he was in peace and knew that he had passed the first level. The people in front of them are all influential celebrities. For them, there is only one kind of person in the world that deserves respect, and that is true nature. Even if you are a real villain, it is far more respectable than the hypocritical gentleman. (Mei Gongqing: 115115236)--(Mei Gongqing)