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Chapter 168 The Coquettish Wang Hong

Chen Rong slowly leaned over, she put her face against his face. Read the full text of the latest chapter hua.

Feeling the warmth of his face, listening to his bitter sigh in his ear, Chen Rong was not comforted, she could not comfort.

Wang Hong stretched his arms around her waist and softly called: "Arong." He'chaos' on her face, "I don't want to let go of you." The voice is soft and gentle." Sex'.

Chen Rong lay motionless in his arms. Her heart was very sweet at this moment. Not only did he get terminally ill, he was the first one to find her, and he said that he was so capricious for him. Don't open her.

He made her feel that he cares. For her, all this is enough, completely enough.

The two of them nestled close to each other, and Chen Rong reached out his hand and touched his forehead.

This'touch', she exclaimed with joy: "Qilang, your forehead is not hot anymore." She opened her eyes wide, pleased, fearing he would emphasize in disbelief: "It's true, you'" Touch "touch", you "touch"."

Wang Hong smiled. He hugged her waist and said, "If you hear typhoid fever, it will be fine if you no longer suffer from cold and fever."

Chen Rong nodded again and again and said happily, "Yeah, yeah, I have heard that as long as it is not so hot or cold tonight, this disease will not be so terrible. If not for three days It’s okay if it’s cold or hot.”

After a pause, Chen Rong asked: "Qiro, the sun is going down. It will be very cold here at night. Do we want to go back and watch?"

Wang Hong, who closed her eyes, answered her lowly.

Chen Rong, who got his answer, lay down beside him, and she stretched her hand on his forehead and snuggled him.

It’s really good to have each other’s body temperature ‘cross’ and breathe together. Chen couldn't bear to smile, and said, "It really looks like that night in the mountain collateral outside Nanyang City."

She propped up and looked at him with a smile, "Qiro, I thought there would never be such a day."

Wang Hong opened his eyes.

He looked at her quietly, looked at him, he closed his eyes, said hoarsely, and said wearily: "Why should Arong say such a thing? We can clearly guard, but you don’t want to, why bother? Say something like this?"

Here he said, he pouted his mouth and turned to ignore Chen Rong.

Chen Rong stretched his arms around his waist.

He took her arm on her waist and threw it aside.

Just aside, Chen Rong took it again.

Wang Hong threw her arm away again.

Chen Rongge smiled, and put his arms back to the original place, while muttering: "After Qilang is sick, it is like a child."

Wang Hong let out a dissatisfied hum from his nose, and finally did not throw her arm away.

Chen Rong cuddled his waist, pressed his face against his back, smelled his breath, and laughed lightly: "Qilang doesn't know, for Arong, for a moment, he will be content."

Speaking of contentment, she said at the end, her voice was getting lower and lower.

Listening to her sigh, Wang Hong turned around and hugged her in his chest. Stroking her hair, he begged lowly: "A Rong, life is short, why is this so? Why so?"

Chen Rong, who was nestled in his arms, just shook her head, and occasionally, she smiled with a smile: "Release a little, it's sullen."

After meeting today, her laughter has always been bright, as if at the moment, she is happy from the heart. Obviously there was one less hour in the past, and she still laughed so heartily.

Wang Hong stared at her ink hair, and for a long time, he closed his eyes.

The two embraced in this way, and there was one sentence, and it turned into the night.

In one of the following hours, Wang Hong has not been feverish or cold, and Chen Rong was calm.

As soon as he got into the night, Chen Rong supported Wang Hong and walked toward Taoist temple.

As soon as I approached, Ping Yu rushed over, and Aunt Ying also rushed over. They stopped at the same time when they saw Wang Hong walking step by step, steady, as usual.

Ping Yu was about to speak, and Aunt Ying had pulled her back.

The two returned to Chen Rong's bedroom.

It was late at night. After the screen, the dark red lantern was fumigated by water mist, Chen Rong turned her back, and her face was a little red.

Wang Hong’s dumb voice came from the sound of water ‘flowers’, “Qing Qing.”

"Why?"

"I can't wipe my back."

Chen Rong’s face was flushed red. She bit her lip and said, “It’s nothing if you don’t wash your back in one day.”

The languid voice of Wang Hong came, "When Qingqing and I were lingering..." He just said here, Chen Rong whispered: "Stop, stop. hua .".

She said bitterly: "Only once in total, there is no old days."

Wang Hong’s wronged voice came, “I came out of the King’s Mansion that day, and I was really hard along the way... Qingqing, it’s really really hard.”

Chen Rong snorted with a blush and reminded him in a bad tone: "You still rubbing, beware of cold water."

Wang Hong hummed, "Vest is itchy."

Chen Rong took a sip toward the ground and pursed his lips: "I'll call Yinggu?"

"Don't want" Wang Hong mumbled: "I only want my Qingqing."

Chen Rong took another sip.

Hearing her voice, Wang Hong behind the screen began to hum again.

Chen Rong blushed, biting his lip and said, "You, you are sick, you can't do this kind of thing."

Wang Hong seemed surprised, he complained wronged, "Qing Qing, you misunderstood me, your Tan Lang is only itchy vest, nothing else."

Speaking of this, he hurriedly covered his mouth and asked quietly, "Is it Qingqing thinking?"

Chen Rong was ashamed, she whispered: "Hugh is nonsense."

After a pause, she reminded again, "The water is really cold."

Wang Hong buried his face in the water, and a voice came from the urn, "I want Qing Qing to treat me like he was in a carriage that day."

What he said was of course the time when he rescued her from Jiankang Palace.

That day, Chen Rongzhong had a ‘mystery’ fragrance that had a ‘mysterious’ illusion.

Chen tolerated and tolerated, or replied: "I didn't remember the situation at that time."

Wang Hong raised his head from the water and shouted: "You deceive people" is the complaint.

The tone, the voice, reminded Chen Rong of his blushing face, the charming eyes with ‘dew’, and the beautiful face like a drop of ‘jade’ stone.

Her face was red, and she bit her lip. Chen Rong said: What am I stubborn? Perhaps after today, there will be no tomorrow. . . . . . I, I listen to him.

Thinking like this, she stood up.

Wang Hong smiled lowly when he saw Chen Rong's graceful figure standing up.

Chen Rong was ashamed of his smile. She was about to scorn him, the footsteps outside sounded, and the sound of Sun Yan came from afar, "Arong Arong."

Sun Yan is here?

Chen Rong stunned and looked at Wang Hong quickly. After the screen, Wang Hong lazily leaned against the bathtub, "Qing Qing, at this time, no outsiders are seen."

Chen Rong glared at him, and blushed and said, "Who is with you."

Say that, she knew that it was too embarrassing to meet Sun Yan at this time.

At this time, the sound of footsteps came to Guanwai, and Ping Yu and Ying Gu greeted at the same time. Chen Rong heard Ying Gu's voice, "It's Sun Jialang Jun, my fairy Gu has already gone to bed."

"Sleep?" Sun Yan stopped and said, "Why do you go to bed so early? There are'flower' lights to watch in the West Lane tonight."

Pingya laughed aside: "Lang Jun forgive me, Xiangu really went to bed." Yinggu said: "When Xiangu came back, she laughed and said she was tired."

After a moment of silence, Sun Yan sighed and shouted, "Why do you sleep so early in the moon? Why?" He said, he turned and left.

Silent outside.

After the screen, there was a sound of water ‘flowers’. Chen Rong heard it and quickly called: “Wife, Yinggu, let’s get some hot water.”

The two didn't go far, they answered yes.

After a while, Wang Hong’s muffled voice came after the screen, "Why didn’t Qing Qing step forward? Do you want to play bad?"

Chen Rong was thinking about Sun Yan, and when he heard this sentence, he couldn't help but smile. At this time, the room ‘door’ sounded softly, and Yinggu’s voice came, “Hot water is coming.”

Chen Rongying said, "Let's put it down."

"Yes."

Chen Rong opened the room ‘door’ and brought the bucket of water in. She has good strength, and it's effortless to carry the water.

After the water came to the screen, Chen Rong lowered his head and said, "Retreat a little."

The man shrank from a good point to a corner.

Chen Rong lifted the water and poured it into the bucket. She fell sideways and looked over the wall. Her face was flushed and her eyes were wide open, but she didn't dare to look at the naked man.

At this time, a warmth came.

When the wet, warm skin touched her, Chen Rong's hand shuddered and swallowed, and a touch of blush dipped into the neck.

"Don't touch me."

Chen Rong whispered.

As soon as the order came out, that hand held her arm and dragged her towards the bucket.

Unexpectedly, Chen Rong fell forward without help. She stretched out her hand steadily, but somehow, she pressed her slippery body.

During the panic and chaos, Chen Rong hurriedly removed her hand, but in this way, she was unsteady and fell into the bath barrel diligently.

As soon as she entered the water, the man in the bucket laughed. He hugged him and hugged Chen Rong into the bath bucket. Chen Rong originally wanted to struggle. Once he started, he was full of slippery red luo skin. Secondly, considering that he was sick, he finally dared not exert himself.

In a blink of an eye, Chen Rong huddled with the man. Water ‘flowers’ splashed all over her, making her hair soaked, and the dress was even soaked, firmly attached to the body, showing a beautiful curve.

Water ‘flowers’ trickled down Chen Rong’s forehead, blocking her view. Chen Rong tried hard to wink at the big eyes that were naturally born and wanted to see more clearly. Her beautiful face was also blushing and red, which was really cute and tight.

Wang Hong looked at her and suddenly spread Chi Luo's arms and hugged her straight.

He hugged her tightly, hugged her, and begged lowly: "Arong, be with me." These words were taken seriously from the end. Almost trembling, he begged: "A Rong, living in the same pillow, dying to share acupuncture points, isn't it good?"

He hugged her so tightly that his voice was still weak.

It has never been like this moment, let Chen Rong feel that he is so eager and so deeply hoped.

Chen Rong was cuddled tightly in his arms, she was trembling, her lips squirmed and squirmed. Eventually, she whispered: "After becoming a concubine of the king, you will sleep with Lang Junsheng. It was Ah Rong. When he died, he asked for permission from your family and permission from his mother... Lang Jun, Ah Rong was not the one who could succumb to perfection. In my life, I won’t call any The person is the mother."

The words are still calm and still hard.

Slowly, Wang Hong let go of her.

He turned around, low-spirited, and said lightly: "Please rub me back." It was only a moment, his voice was just like two, just as if he had picked up his reason and calmness. .

Chen Rong Qing Ying, slowly and carefully wiped this white ‘jade’ hard and delicate texture.

Wipe, she couldn’t help but lower her head, and gently stamped a kiss on his shoulder blade. ‘Kiss’ into the water, nothing happened.

The indifferent voice of the man came, "Qing Qing, the heart is originally iron and stone, why do you make such a boring gesture? You ‘kiss’, do you want to calm me?"

Chen Rong just shook his head where he couldn't see, she didn't speak.

Getting up from the bucket, Chen Rong walked to the screen and turned her back to the man. After changing a dress, she whispered, "The water is going to be cold, come out."

This time, the man stood up. The voice of Sisiso dressing came.

In a moment, the man turned around and walked out of the door.

Chen Rong hurriedly ran away, she pulled his sleeve, "outside the wind."

The man grunted, and finally dragged Chen Rong back a few times without refuting.

Pressing the man against the collapse, Chen Rong picked up the'hair' towel and rubbed his hair while laughing: "It's ugly here, there is no ambergris to smoke, nor a white'jade' pillow . I don’t know if Lang Jun is used to it or not."

She smiled lightly, as if nothing happened.

The man ignored her.

Chen Rong rubbed his ink hair carefully, looking at this completely different, childlike man, Chen Rong slowly knelt down.

She knelt at the same height as him, and then used her face to touch his face. Looking at the two faces clinging to each other in the bronze mirror, Chen Rong whispered, "Qilang, give me a strand of hair, OK?"

She asked in her mouth, but her hand picked up the scissors.

Through the faint bronze mirror, I looked at the'yan' beautiful little'women' behind me, pious and gentle, who raised his long hair one by one and put them in the jade palm, Wang Hongna Let the'lips' of'nature' beep, slowly tighten.

He closed his eyes.

As he closed his eyes, all the fragility, ‘temper’, ‘fan’ and ‘gate’ g floating on his face had disappeared for the past half a day.

At this moment, he is the same as he used to be.

It's just that Chen Rong didn't notice.

Wang Hong’s “lips” moved, and the voice was clear and watery, and there was a low voice in the room, “it was to wash my **** white dress and put it on the pillow, just cut this Hair strands, hidden on your side, don't you want to be my concubine?"

His throat knot rolled, and he finally spit out, but with a hateful sigh, "How can there be such a stubborn ‘woman’ in this world?”

Chen Rong did not speak. She just bowed her head and focused on raising his long hair, picking them one by one, stroking them one by one.

After a while, Wang Hong, who had dried his hair, glanced into the bronze mirror. The woman who was putting his long hair in the sachet carefully, whispered: "Night, sleep Right."

Finally, he stood up, his hair draped, his white robe flicked, and walked slowly towards the only room.

Sleeping in the cave, his voice fluttering like the wind, "Come and sleep, I won't move you."

Seeing that Chen Rong did not move, he closed his eyes and said lightly, "I got it, not typhoid fever."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Rongteng raised his head.

For a while, Wang Hong’s faint voice floated, "Come on, I will go back to the house tomorrow, and see you again, I don’t know He Guangjing."

Hearing this, Chen Rong's heart tightened, and she walked over gently, sleeping tamely beside him. With his arm around her, she

Lying quietly against him, placing his face firmly under his ‘chest’ armpit.

Smelling his body like this, feeling his heartbeat, Chen Rong was motionless.

Wang Hong did not move. He closed his eyes and seemed to have fallen asleep.

The hourglass passed by bit by bit.

Her heartbeat gradually changed from anxious to soothing.

His heartbeat has always been firm and strong.

Chen Rong kept her eyes wide open. She stared at the white skirt at the tip of her nose, feeling the warmth of the white skirt and her breath.

. . . . . .

Don't know how long it took, Chen Rong slowly closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Waking up again is in the sound of birdsong. As soon as Chen Rong's eyes opened, he touched the side.

The side is empty.

Chen Rong was shocked and quickly looked around.

Where are there people?

Obviously, I was not dreaming yesterday. Chen Rong quickly stepped on the wooden shoes and walked outside. With a squeak, he opened the door of the room and looked at the servant who was sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard. Chen Rong walked a few steps quickly and asked, "How about Lang Jun?"

This servant is Wang Hong's person. He gave Chen Rong a hand and salutedly replied: "Lang Jun left early in the morning."

"How did you leave?"

"I ride in a horse-drawn carriage. Didn't Lang Jun put a few carriages in view last time?"

Is that true?

Chen Rong Qing Ying, slowly walked out.

She walked all the way to the mountain platform on the left side of the "gate", holding the stone fence, and there were few pedestrians in the Jiankang city below. . . . . . Looking around, I didn't see the familiar figure in the end.

Chen Rong turned around, she squeezed her lip and remained motionless for a long time.

A black ‘color’ carriage is driving steadily in Jiankang City in the early morning. The wheels rolled on the stone road, making a dull sound.

Yufu is a man in his thirties. The horses on the left and right are also brave men.

The pale and thin scribes in their forties, who were caught among these people, looked eye-catching.

He leaned closer to the carriage and whispered, "It's still Lang Jun Gaoming. Yesterday, there really were five "wave" people jumping out."

In the carriage, Wang Hongqing’s gentle voice came, "Not only them, but also a little change, you have to remember."

"I have written down."

The scribe gave a voice, stroking the long beard and said, "This time, Prince and Langya seven were sick at the same time, and I don’t know how many people were happy. Haha," he smiled at Wang Hong, and said, "Why not Lang Jun?" How many more days of illness? If you think about it, you can attract more people."

In the carriage, Wang Hong’s voice was lightly cold, “No need anymore. If I get sick again, I’m afraid that people close to me will feel suspicious.”

As soon as this word came out, the scribe was startled, and he nodded his head in a blink of an eye, yeah, this world was originally for profit, and for profit. If you drag it on again, I am afraid that those who originally belonged to Lang Jun will also have their minds floating.

The scribes said a few more words~IndoMTL.com~ stared at Lang Jun in the carriage, and suddenly laughed, "Will Lang Jun do what he wants?" He blinked, and he was very sincere, with a forbearance. He smiled and asked: "I remember when Lang Jun came to watch the mile yesterday, but I said that this time it was typhoid with fake wind and cold, it was really a lot of arrows... At least that'women' was soft-hearted. I don't know Lang Jun's'women', do you feel that life and death are impermanent and no longer stubborn? Are you allowed to enter your house?"

His smile is really abominable.

When the guards saw this, they chuckled their lips one by one, but they still stared at the front seriously, fearing that their own Lang Jun would be angry.

Now, in a moment of silence, Lang Jun in the carriage actually answered, he said lowly, with a wry smile: "I feel impermanent to life and death, no longer stubborn? She heard I got typhoid fever, extremely Rejoice."

The people whizzed around and looked into the carriage.

Amidst the consternation, Wang Hong’s voice was full of powerlessness, "She is very happy to return to me: If you and I can die here, it will be considered complete."

Everyone stayed for a while, blinking and laughing.

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