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　　　　 Yu Gong has been invited.

　　 He glared at Hu Wenliang for a long time without squeaking.

　　The middle-aged general frowned and asked, "Yugong, what is this word written?"

　　Yugong looked up at him and pointed to the words above, saying: "This is the king character, this is the Hong character."

　　Middle-aged general shouted, "Wang Hong? Was it Wang Hong?"

　　Yugong nodded and said, "The following two characters are Arong. It is also a person's name. General Wen, this is a combination of four characters, Wang Hong and Arong. Both are names. ."

General 　　 Wen was dumbfounded, he murmured, "Wang Qilang? Was Wang Qilang involved?"

　　His face changed. After a while, he took a deep stab at Yu Gong and asked, "People think, how should this matter be handled?"

　　Yugong rolled his eyes and said: "What's so difficult? Give Wang Qilang this Kong Mingdeng."

　　He was a bit hesitant to see General Wen. He couldn’t help but say: “Wang Qilang’s person will be calm.” He paused and sighed. “But now Wang Qilang is not in Nanyang. General It will take two days to see him."

General Wen nodded and smiled, said: "Since Wang Qilang is mentioned in this Kongming lamp, it must have nothing to do with the Hu people. Then wait two days to talk about it." He smiled coolly, and there were two in the tone. Not sure.

　　Yugong nodded his head and said no more. When he pressed him, he left.

　　 Nanyang Fuzhong.

　　 another night passed.

　　 This night, Chen Rong put on Kong Mingdeng all night. When he finally fell asleep, in addition to Kong Mingdeng in his dream, the man’s face in her pen was shining.

Early in the morning, Chen Rong woke up in a wave of birdsong.

　　After serving in two wives, after Chen Rong freshened up, she began her routine work in the daytime and played "The Master of Yin". Fortunately, the sound of the piano is the most pleasant to listen to, otherwise she can play like this day after day, and she can bear it.

　　 It was in the afternoon.

　　Chen Rong was tired of playing the piano and returned to slump for a while. At that moment, the voice of the young maidservant came from outside, "Will the girl wake up? The prince sent someone to call on the girl Go to the banquet!"

　　 screamed, Chen Rong was awakened in her sleep. She sat straight and stared at the door. She asked in a deep voice, "Go to the banquet?"

　　The young maidservant replied: "Yes, it is said that the girl should be groomed. After one and a half hours, go to the banquet in the government."

　　Chen Rong slowly and slowly stretched out her sleeves. After wiping the sweat from her eyes, she blinked and whispered, "Let's prepare soup."

　　 The maid hesitated for a while and responded: "Yes."

　　 is in the palace of Nanyang, and there are not bath halls everywhere. Besides, in the capacity of Chen Rong, I cannot enjoy it.

　　In the moment, the two maids were busy boiling water, and then filled the wooden barrel with hot water.

After the gauze curtain, the hot water in the bucket was steaming, Chen Rong was looking at his broken face with the rippling water waves.

　　The two maid stood around her, and hesitated when she saw her, and did not urge her.

　　After a while, Chen Rong opened his arms and said softly: "Wide clothes."

　　"Yes."

　　 Wash your hair, comb your hair, put on a Chinese suit, and put it on. After Chen Rong has done all this, almost half an hour has passed.

　　 In the main yard, Shengle wafted along with the beauty of singing, so far away, she could even smell the fat powder fluttering in the wind.

　　Chen Rong said, "Go away."

　　 The two maids looked at each other. The young maid looked down and blessed her, saying, "Girl, please put down the hairpin."

　　Chen Rong stared at them, smiled coldly, and did not answer, just shouted: "Go away."

　　Finally, she shook her sleeves and turned and walked out.

　　The two maidservants looked at her back, and after a daze, the young maidservant whispered, "What should I do?"

　　 shook his head elderlyly and said, "Pretend not to know, let's keep up."

　　 "Good."

　　 At this time, it was already evening.

　　 The sky to the west is red and bright, and the cotton clouds are dyed red and bright. Chen Rong looked at the sky~IndoMTL.com~ The footsteps had become stiff from the beginning and became calm.

　　At this moment, there are really a lot of beauties attending the banquet. But when every beauty saw Chen Rong, she couldn't help but turned around and looked towards her.

　　 At this time, Chen Rong had been deliberately dressed by her two maidservants. She was originally in excellent shape, and her clothes showed their skin color and fit well.

　　 Facing the stunning eyes of the women, the hand in Chen Rong’s big sleeves was held tighter, so tight that the hairpin in the palm of his hand hurt the skin.

　　Chen Rong stepped out of the western courtyard.

　　Walking on the forest leading to the main courtyard, rouge powder mixed with silk and bamboo sounds, fluttering a kind of prosperity only in the prosperous age. Chen Rong looked at one after another, the endless stream of beauties, suddenly a thought came out: Is such a Nanyang king really worth Ran Min's desperate protection?

　　 This thought was only a moment, and in a blink of an eye, she thought that once Nanyang City broke down, everyone in this city would end up, and quickly sway away the disgust in her heart.

　　 It is only a few hundred steps from the west courtyard to the main courtyard. Rao is Chen Rong who doesn't take the car. Rao is her pace. Even after half an hour, she has arrived.

　　 stood outside the courtyard, looking at the bright and sunny main hall, which was already brightly lit, and Chen Rong took a breath and stepped in.

　　 Nanyang Palace is different from other palaces. Here, every beauty, whether or not she has an identity, enters the banquet as long as she enters the banquet.

　　 When Chen Rong stepped into the hall, she was ahead in front of her, like beautiful women with flowers in full bloom. Behind her, there were also beautiful women with rouge and fragrance, and buns with beautiful appearance.

　　And in front of the temple, King Nanyang and his dozen or so subordinates were sitting on the Lord's slump, squinting while tasting wine. With music, I appreciate the beauty of this beautiful beauty.