Mei Gongqing: Quilt??? Fear???? Trick? 绔? 寤?瀹?

Chen Rong lowered her head. After a long time, she smiled and said, "Don't say this. Are you going to go shopping?"

Sun Yan raised his eyebrows, his mouth flattened and hummed: "It's turning the subject apart again." He stretched his head and called out to the husband outside: "Go, go to the west lane."

Lying towards the back, Sun Yan put his head on his hands and said, "A Rong hasn't been to Xixiang. The place is full of small bridges and flowing water, and the scenery is very good. Every night, the red-house aunts take the painting to go up , Singing in the lake, playing the kite and blowing the flute, it is extremely beautiful."

He was talking, and his voice gradually calmed down.

Chen Rong glanced at him, just a glance, she understood, and sighed, Chen Rong said: "Don't think about it for a long time, if you know the news of your uncle, then go back and say a word."

Sun Yan frowned, thinking for a while, and then sat up straight and said, "Okay, then go back."

The carriage went back.

Sun Yan kept sending Chen Rong back to Taoist Temple before driving away. Looking at the back of Sun Yan's departure, Chen Rongcai turned away.

Standing on this hillside, behind is the gate, and in front is the thick woods. When the wind blows, its warm sleeves are very comfortable. Chen Rong hummed and hurried forward.

Come out a few steps, but Chen Rong's footsteps were a flash, and the humming in his mouth gradually ceased.

She stared at the white figure.

In her stare, the man approached her slowly. When he came to her, he lowered his head to look at her, and his breath was hotly sprayed on her forehead, jade nose tip.

"Are you here?"

Chen Rong asked softly. When he didn’t answer, she smiled and whispered, "How long has it been?"

As she said, she looked up.

As she looked up, she saw his bright red face. He was looking at her quietly, his eyes a little soft and a little confused. Chen Rong's heart jumped, he couldn't help but reach out and touch his face.

On this face, she was startled, "It's so hot, are you sick?"

The man in front of him still smiled lightly at her. Chen Rong supported him with a low blame: "How come you come here when you are sick? You, wouldn't you ask the doctor to see it?"

The man lowered his eyes, his hair hanging on his cheeks. In Chen Rong's blame, he glanced at her, which was a bit confused. This always strong and calm man seemed to take off all the shells and became a fragile child. The confusion in the eyes and the moment of weakness made Chen Rong tremble.

She supported him and asked anxiously: "What happened?"

The man lowered his head.

He put his face on her shoulder, the breath he exhaled was hot, and his voice was a little soft, "Nothing."

Chen Rong reached for his forehead again, and it was really a little bit hot. She was uneasy under her heart, and reached for his chest.

At this time, the man leaning on her shoulder asked softly, "Go to the boat."

Chen Rong responded with a cry and helped him walk towards the boat on the back hill.

The man on her body is obviously weak in hands and feet, so leaning on her shoulders like this, her body weight has more than half of her weight.

The warm breath he spit out hit her skin at once, so hot that it made her uneasy.

So supporting him like this, Chen Rong moved back step by step. Chen Rong asked lowly: "Let's go back and look."

"No." He held her wrist, and the heat of the palm moxibusted people. "It's enough for you and me."

It’s all you and I have.

I don't know why, after hearing this sentence, Chen Rong's heart softened.

She couldn't help but responded and helped him walk down the mountain. Fortunately, she had trained martial arts and was so physically capable that she helped a big man, although she was breathless, she took a few hundred steps steadily.

When she helped him to the lake in Houshan, after asking him to stand firm, Chen Rong took out the lazy people who were too lazy to move around and hid in the clean place, and then helped him to a In a sheltered place.

As soon as he helped him to sit down, the man pulled gently, so Chen Rong could not help but kneel to the collapse. She had not yet sat upright, and the man was already resting on her knee.

He closed his eyes.

Chen Rong caressed his forehead and said, "It's really hot, it's a doctor.",

"No need." The man closed his eyes and torn the corners of his mouth, and said, "Su Di has typhoid fever," and in the trembling of Chen Rong, he said lowly: "I used to come from there. This morning, the palace passed When the news came out, the prince felt typhoid."

He pursed his lips a little and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at Chen Rong with an anxious look, he slightly raised his mouth and said slowly: "A Rong knows, how proud of your Qilang, how can you let those villains cheat? Just found out If there is discomfort, I will come to you. It is better not to have typhoid fever. If it is typhoid fever, it will be the same as Arong. Isn’t it a beautiful thing?"

Typhoid fever has been terminally ill since the Han Dynasty. During the pandemic, there were even ten rooms and nine empty rooms. Although the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing once wrote the book "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" with supreme wisdom, that book was first regarded as a treasure by some people in the Gaoge. After the chaos of the late Han Dynasty, the Hu slaves were rampant, but they disappeared.

Without that wonderful book, the world would be terrified when they heard typhoid fever. For this extremely widespread terminal illness, the world has no choice but to give up as soon as the patient is found. If the son-in-law such as Wang Hong is not abandoned, it is necessary to guard him secretly to prevent infecting others.

Chen Rongying's lips trembled, and she whispered: "Maybe it is not the disease at all."

Wang Hongying murmured and said, "Maybe... I was weak since childhood, and I was dying twice before I was ten years old." His long eyelashes were under his eyes while he was talking. Casting an arc-shaped shadow, matched with his reddish handsome face, extremely beautiful and very weak.

Chen Rong hugged him unconsciously.

When Wang Hong saw it, he smiled lightly, and said something like this, he seemed tired, and he closed his eyes again. After a while, I continued: "When I was a child, some people said that I was short-lived and blessed, and this was heard by many people. Now, I have just offended some people, if they get mad again. This is a disease similar to the epidemic. I am afraid that it will not die from typhoid fever, but also die from the villain."

Chen Rong understood.

She whispered, put her face on his face, and gently asked, "What can I do?"

Wang Hong said: "I am very hot, it should be better to draw cold water on my forehead."

Chen Rongying screamed and quickly picked up the white cloth that he hid and laid with him, torn. The cloth was tough, she bit her teeth with her teeth, tearing them hard with one end of each hand. The green tendons on the forehead were exposed, and the fabric remained unmoved.

Arong's head was lowered, and his teeth were biting at one end, tearing it hard. With the tearing of the cloth of'Zizi——', Chen Rongtong's red face burst into a brilliant satisfaction Smile came.

After tearing a few pieces of white cloth into pieces, she turned and ran towards the lake. She didn't notice that Wang Hong kept turning her head and watching her quietly.

After putting a damp cloth on his forehead, Chen Rong thought about it and wrapped his hands and feet with a damp cloth.

Doing all this well, she is already sweating. Looking up at Wang Hong and seeing that he was looking at himself in confusion, Chen Rong gave him a bright smile and said happily, "Don't be afraid, you will be fine."

Her smile is a bit too bright: in this world, only she knows that the man in front of him is really a man with a short life and short life. In the previous life, he has died in Moyang City. His life is just like hers, they are all picked up. I really don't know the day when the sky will be remembered, so I took it back.

Looking quietly at her Wang Hong, blinking, lowly, and asked weakly, "Arong."

Chen Rong looked at him and responded softly: "Yes."

He looked at her, his eyes drooped and let his long eyelashes hang down, blocking the complexity of his eyes. "Don’t you hate me? Now why are you so scared?"

Chen Rong was dumbfounded.

She looked at him and slowly shook her head, "I hate you, but I don't want you to be sick, do not want you to be in pain, nor want you to die."

She lowered her head, attached her face to his face, and by the way printed a kiss on his dry lips, said softly: "I just want you to live well."

Wang Hong smiled.

He turned his eyes to the sky, and the misty, faintly red eyes really showed a bit of charm. The jade-white Junyi's face is very attractive.

He whispered: "That's what it is. Ah Rong is kinder than me." He opened his mouth and smiled: "Two hours ago, I found myself wrong. The more I looked at it, the more terrible it was. Typhoid fever. Ah Rong knows what I think?"

He turned to look at her with a smile, tenderness, and weakness and ruthlessness, "My first thought at the time was that no one would know whether it was typhoid or not. Then, I thought of you. Ah Rong, you see, I clearly have a terrible, contagious terminal illness, but I am the first to think of you and want to drag you to Huang Quan with me."

His voice was very low, hoarse, and asked her with a smile, "Arong, am I bad?"

Chen Rong smiled softly and shook her head. She reached out and hugged him. She probed his forehead again and scolded: "Huey to talk nonsense, you will be fine, you will not die."

Wang Hong didn't follow him, he stared at her childishly, and then he puckered and asked, "Arong hasn't said, am I bad?"

Chen Rong looked down at him and looked at, she couldn’t help but bit his nose gently.

She put him in her arms, and while turning the wet cloth, she casually said, "I don't know." She changed a wet cloth on his forehead and said, "If she can get the same disease as Qilang, When I went to Huangquan, I was tireless.” She smiled at him softly, and her eyes were soft enough to draw water. “Not only tireless, but I also love... A woman who can live and die with her favorite Tan Lang. , This is a beautiful thing, I dare not ask for it."

Almost as soon as her words fell, she was yanked by the fallen man, and at the same time, he held her chin, lips closed, and kissed.

Chen Rong didn’t react until his hot tongue squeezed her mouth and chased her little tongue. She did not say: "You are still sick."

But the voice was ambiguous and swallowed completely by him.

He held her face with both hands, and the kiss came quickly and fieryly. Chen Rong evaded a few times, and he followed him.

Both kissed, both of them gasped. Chen Rong lay on his body, reached for a touch, and said with joy: "Qi Lang, you are sweating."

Listening to the city’s rumours, this typhoid fever can still be good if you sweat and avoid the wind and cold.

"En." Wang Hongqing should say.

Chen Rong rose from his chest, looked around, and said happily, "Fortunately, the mountain is tight and the wind is cold."

She lowered her head, touched his back again, and touched the sticky skin. Chen Rong said happily: "I really sweated, I really sweated." Because of the joy, all the voices A little trembling.

At this time, the man under him said softly, "Arong, lie on me."

Chen Rong was stunned, his mouth moved, and just wanted to say no, he responded tamely and lay flat on his body.

The two warm bodies are stacked so that Chen Rong can clearly feel his stiffness on his lower abdomen.

Although once, Chen Rong felt blushed and guilty. She put her face on the side of his neck and murmured, "I'm so heavy that it will crush you, or should I get up?"

The people underneath did not respond.

Chen Rong waited and said, "Can you breathless?"

There is still no response.

Chen Rong looked up at him.

The man on his body is looking at her with faint eyes that are faint because of redness.

He looked too focused, and Chen Rong could not help laughing: "What do you think of me like this?"

Wang Hong extended his right hand and gently touched her waist.

His left hand is on her chin, moving between her eyebrows.

Stroking her, Wang Hong said lowly: "I'm a little bit up." As he said, he also pushed the top.

Take a moment, Chen Rong blushed to the neck, she snorted, don't look over at him.

Wang Hong smiled, "Are you ashamed?"

Chen Rong did not respond.

He looked up and printed on her small mouth, and smiled lowly: "Don't be ashamed."

Chen Rong was blushing, trying to roll off his body with a brace. Wang Hong locked his arms and hugged her thin waist. He buried his face between her necks and said lowly, "It didn't move." The voice was a little weak. When Chen Rong was still stunned, he begged lowly: "I'm a little cold, Ah Rong, don't move."

Maybe it’s not that he’s asking, but because his voice is weak and his voice is soft, when Chen Rong hears it, he looks so weak.

Chen Rong hugged him quickly and muttered, "Okay, I won't move."

At this time, his lips were attached to her small mouth and muttered, "The mouth is a little dry." As he said, he went into the room with his own care, sticking his tongue to get her sweetness.

Chen Rong is funny and arrogant, but in the end he has a sweet taste. In his eager kiss, she mumbled and complained: "How can I find such an excuse?"

He groaned her lips firmly and groped the belt with his big hand. He felt that he was pulling the jade belt. Chen Rong said anxiously: "No, you are sick!"

Just spitting out five words, she can only spit out ‘hmm’.

But Wang Hong still took his hand.

He hugged her waist, thin, covering her lips over and over again, and sketched her little tongue with her tongue. Between the breath, Chen Rong's eyes glanced at him, sweat flashed across his forehead.

Chen Rong stunned, and quickly reached out and wiped his forehead. Just after wiping, she was stunned, and quickly moved her body, and put her lips on his forehead.

In a blink of an eye, Chen Rong shouted happily: "You are not so hot."

She held his face and squinted and smiled, "Qiro, if you don't believe it, touch it, really, your forehead is not so hot."

Wang Hong hasn't responded yet, a mess of footsteps is heard.

Chen Rong was stunned.

The footsteps were messy and mixed, and five people were walking towards this side. When Chen Rong's eyes opened, Wang Hong's big palm was already covering her small mouth.

Chen Rongzi wouldn't make a sound. She glanced at Wang Hong and motioned for him to let go and listen carefully.

In a while, Shang Sou’s voice came with a smile, "It seems that my daughter, Xiangu is not here." Next to him, Yinggu said in a clear voice: "Yes, Xiaolang, you see it, here No one." After a pause, she asked doubtfully: "Xiao Lang is in such a hurry, but there is something important? If it is really important, you may call all the people in the audience to find it."

At this time, a young voice said: "No need." He smiled, "Just look at it. Okay, let's go."

As soon as these words came out, the group turned away.

Until their footsteps could no longer be heard, Chen Rong quietly exhaled and looked at Wang Hong.

Wang Hong's expression is a little bit condensed. He frowned, slowly, with a corner of his mouth, and said, "Is there here?" He blinked, and he murmured, "Yes, those clothes. Those clothes were moved by them. Also , I have been back from Jiancheng to Jiankang for a while, how can I suddenly get sick? It is those clothes!"

When he saw Wang Hong staring at the sky, frowning and thinking, Chen Rong didn't dare to move, so he fell down on him honestly.

At this time, Wang Hong's dumb laugh came, "Dare to find here? They are very sure of my illness."

The voice is cold and indifferent.

Chen Rong reached out and shook his hand as a comfort. Now it was not her time to express her opinion, and she didn’t speak.

At this time, Wang Hong moved.

Knowing what he meant, Chen Rong turned over.

Wang Hong sat up. He put Chen Rong in his arms, his head resting on her hair, and staring at the front. After a while, he whispered, "I can move my clothes. It seems that this People are the people around me." With his lips pursed, he groaned: "Can it be that Moyang City, who knew me and Murong Ke's grievances, leaked my whereabouts?"

Thinking of this, he held Chen Rong's thin waist tightly.

Feeling that he seemed to be shaking, Chen Rong hugged him quickly, letting his body temperature warm him.

Next, Wang Hong did not speak for a long time.

I feel that the atmosphere is a bit cold and Chen Rong does not dare to move. She just hugs him and hugs him with her body temperature.

At this time, Wang Hong's low laughter came over her head, "Look at Qingqing, I am friends all over the world. In this Jiankang city, I don't know how many people say that I love me... ...But I'm really sick, and only you can snuggle."

He said here, stretched out his arms and hugged her heavily.

In deep thought for a while, he lifted Chen Rong’s chin in the heartbeat of the two, and looked at her tenderly and sincerely, and said, "Arong, I promise you that concubine, Not contempt, not ruthless, really, you can only be a concubine."

He ignored Chen Rong's tight lips and whitish face, holding her chin, chattering, and said softly to the extreme: "Stupid boy, you really want to make things simple. You thought I was Wang Hong's How good is the wife-in-law? Not to mention dealing with the slave-servants, it is to deal with the brothers and sisters of our large Langya Wang family, the elder sister-in-law, and the management of the property in my name. It is very troublesome... The most important thing is that the patriarch wanted to support me. The wife of the last patriarch of Langya, Wangtang, did not have a strong backstage mother. If you encounter such a thing today, you cannot use the power of your family to **** me. Provoking right and wrong, and unable to take the time to calmly. As my wife, I will often enter the palace, sit up and sit with the empress concubine, if there is no maiden support, the empress concubine will dare to run against you and bully you. And these actions are also hitting Langya Wang's face!"

He looked at her with clear and tender eyes, "These are that I don't care, why would the patriarch not care? How could the elders in the tribe not care? Ah Rong," he lowered his head and pressed her gently. On his lips, he murmured, "I dare to say, as long as I have the meaning of marrying you as a wife today, tomorrow, you will be a dead body."

He raised his head and pressed her hand on his chest, his voice begged softly: "Arong, your concubine's position, is only below his wife's room... as long as I don't die, I will do my best to protect you and love you, isn't it good?"

His eyes are so clear and so gentle.

She can see her reflection from his eyes.

Slowly, Chen Rong smiled sadly. She shook her head and said, "Qi Lang thought, I don't even know these? That day, when you opened your mouth to promise your concubine, the reason why I hate you is to hate you. "..." She didn't say anything, just shook her head.

She turned back to look outside and said, "Qilang, I never thought I could marry you. I never asked to marry you as a wife."

She looked at him and smiled slowly. Her voice said hoarsely: "Qilang, I want to avoid you. I know you can't love people like you."

Wang Hong slowly lowered his eyes and said, "But, I don’t want you to avoid me. Ah Rong, I want you to be by my side, to have children with me, grow old and grow old?"

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Chen Rong's eyes were red.

She stared out blankly, and after passing a good person, she looked up at him, and slowly, firmly said: "Now it is good, Qilang."

She looked at him~IndoMTL.com~ raised her mouth and smiled and said: "I am now Qilang your outer room... You come to think of it, come here, you can marry your wife and concubine, live with The same day you were before."

She reached out and touched his dry lips, and slowly said: "We want to be together, not want, just separate."

She spoke softly and beautifully.

Wang Hong extended her hand and held her wrist.

He stared at her, staring at her tightly. Slowly, he smiled faintly and said weakly: "Why should Arong deceive me? You are my outside room, even if the child has no name? Care. Your character is so strong, can you really tolerate my wife and concubine? I am afraid that when that day comes, you have quietly left."

He closed his eyes tightly, collapsed and fell back, said weakly and weakly: "Arong, your heart, how hard it is!"

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