Mei Gongqing: Quilting drama? Jin? A??

In the old laughter, Chen Rong's confused eyes gradually turned brighter.

She turned her head slowly, looking down. Staring puzzledly at the strange old face, Chen Rong's dry mouth opened, but he couldn't say a word.

Hou's maid by the side quickly brought a glass of water to her lips and let her take a sip.

Listening to the swallowing sound of Chen Rong drinking water, the real person nodded. He walked to the side and pointed the prescription. "If you use it for a month, it will be fine."

After finishing, he stared at the ground on one side, snorted, and shouted with dissatisfaction: "The thief with the surname Wang, the old man is going away, can you stop it?"

A thief with the surname Wang?

Chen Rong's eyes were bright, she couldn't wait to turn her head, and she came to fame. But as soon as he moved, he saw the wound, and Chen Rong had to be quiet.

At this time, she saw a white figure approaching, and the figure slapped deeply towards the old man, and her gentle bitter laughter of Lang Jun came into her ears, "The real person laughed. Hong owes a real person a favor , You will be rewarded when you are destined in the future."

"This is still talking." The original real person caressed the white whisker: "Boy, remember what you said today."

Finally, the original real person walked away.

Chen Rong looked at Yuanzheng leaving in confusion, frowning. In her memory, she had never seen anyone talk to Wang Hong like this.

At this time, someone came to her, he lowered his head and approached her quietly.

Chen Rong hadn’t looked up, and he smiled weakly at him. She looked up at him, pale as paper, with a smile on her bloodless face, "Qilang." She stretched out her hand and landed slowly on the back of his hand, her eyes fell on his gray white coat, hoarse and powerless Said in a bit, "How is it so dirty?"

When she woke up, she never asked about her injuries, her poison, or her children, but she was only worried about Ai Jie's clothes.

Wang Hong slowly stretched out his five fingers.

Five fingers stretched out his hand, and his white palm lay down on her little white hand. Slowly, he wrapped it in his hands.

"Arong."

His voice is hoarse, "Are you still in pain?"

Chen Rong shook her head quickly, but after shaking it only twice, she was dizzy and stopped quickly. Looking at him with a smile, she whispered, "No pain."

Looking at him, her lips moved, and after a while, she gently asked: "I, how am I still alive? I am alive like this, but will it affect you?"

I am still not asking myself, not worrying about myself, only worrying about his safety.

Wang Hong closed his eyes.

He carefully held her small hand and lowered her head. He kissed the back of her hand, and the voice he spoke seemed to have a nasal voice in the hoarse. "I'm fine." After a pause, he said lowly: "Arong."

He lifted a bit of red eyes, looked at her seriously, and said gently: "I would rather be involved in you than I want you to live."

Where did Chen Rong think that Wang Hong would one day tell such love to himself?

She blinked, her **** lips raised upward and she smiled brightly. Just a few words, she was exhausted. Chen Rong put his head on the jade pillow, his fingers tightly hooked his fingers. After a while, she responded gently: "Yes."

She said nothing, but happily whispered.

Wang Hong looked down.

He put her white and tender hands on the back of her lips, rubbing her lips, and the voice spit out, low and lingering, "Arong, I will not hurt you in the future."

Chen Rong, who was shocked by Wang Hong’s unusual tenderness, just blinked doubtfully. For a while, she thought: She said that there will always be a blessing after a big disaster, and it seems that there is no end to me.

She was speechless, just low and responded softly: "Yes."

He separated her five fingers one by one, and pityfully put the white and tender fingertips between the lips, Wang Hong looked at Chen Rong’s eyes, and the color glowed with redness and sparkling crystal light. . Unconsciously, Chen Rong looked insane: This is her Lang Jun, who is really beautiful.

Wang Hong’s ruddy lips, with her white and tender little fingers, low and vaguely said: "Arong, you will always love me so forever, no matter what, no matter when, you will always be Love me as much as possible." His voice still had a nasal sound. This handsome and elegant man, with his eyes twinkling in the crystal clear light, looked at her tenderly like water, and his hair fluttered, noble like a god, but said With such a nearly childish, so persistent.

Chen Rong narrowed her eyes. Although she talked too much and was a little dizzy, she was still happy, and Renjun couldn’t help but say: "En."

"You swear."

Wang Hong is very persistent. He stared at her eyes stubbornly, waiting for her mouth to open.

Chen tolerated with a smile, tenderly, and said weakly: "I Chen Arong swear, I will always love my Qilang, no matter what, any time."

Obtaining her oath, Wang Hong grinned childishly. Just smiling, he lowered his head and buried his face in Chen Rong's palm. Chen Ronggang was puzzled, and he felt a cold palm, and then a few drops of tears ran down her fingers slowly.

Chen Rong was shocked. She touched his face with the other hand and said softly, "Qilang, don't be sad, am I not good?"

Talking, her voice was sweet, beautiful, and joyful. . . . . . Finally, in the eyes of the man she regarded as a treasure, is she also a treasure?

Listening to Chen Rong's soft words, Wang Hong was motionless.

After a while, he raised his head, leaned back, and slowly took the hot towel from the hand of the maidservant. Wang Hong slowly wiped off the dirt and dust on his face.

Then he stood up and opened his arms. It was just in a blink of an eye that the fragile, pitiful and tender Wang Hong had just disappeared. With such open arms, he was like an emperor, graceful, noble, unreachable.

As soon as he stood up, several maidservants stepped forward and took off his dirty robe and replaced them with a brand new set of white robe. Re-comb the messy ink hair for him.

When several maid retreats, Wang Hong in front of him returns to his fabulous appearance of a fairy.

He lowered his head and looked at Chen Rong tenderly.

Chen Rong looked up at him. Although he was clear and calm, he still had soft eyes like water, and Chen Rong smiled weakly.

Chen Rong looked at him and whispered: "Qilang."

"En."

"How are you doing?" Chen Rong's eyes were a little nervous, "Did you not do anything?"

Wang Hong slowly shook his head.

He reached out and gently stroked Chen Rong's long hair. While combing, he murmured lowly, "It's a little bit, yeah, you have a wound, I'll wipe it for you later."

As soon as she heard this, Chen Rong shook her head, but only shook it for a moment, and she stopped because of dizziness. "No."

"Why?"

Why? It's because of embarrassment. Chen Rong bit his lip, glanced at him, and said shyly, "Just call your maid."

Wang Hong saw her shyness.

He took a step forward and gently lifted Chen Rong upright. Then, he sat behind her and asked her to lean on herself. Relying on him, Chen Rong murmured: "I have a **** smell on my body and I will smoke Qilang."

Wang Hong ignored it. He put his face on the side of her neck and remained motionless for a long time.

Just when Chen Rong wanted to look back curiously, his voice with nasal sounds came again, "Qing Qing, in the end of his life, he will no longer bear you."

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Chen Rong was completely shocked.

She widened her eyes and didn't believe her ears.

After a long, long time, she shuddered and asked with a choked voice: "What are you talking about?"

Don’t be dizzy, she looked back at him, begging with tears: "Qiro, what did you just say? Please say it again."

She opened her eyes wide, letting tears flow from her eyes to her cheeks, "Qiro, please, please say it again... You, you can't let me guess wildly, I can't guess. ."

Wang Hong lowered his head, his lips pressed against her forehead.

After posting it gently for a while, he said softly and said clearly: "Qing Qing, I am no longer me.... On this day, I tried all kinds of troubles in the world. ."

He removed her face, looked at her tenderly, closed her eyes, and kissed her lips.

The two tongues are intertwined, and as soon as they touch Wang Hong, they slowly separate. He looked at her again and said lowly: "I said, I will live up to this life."

With a word, Chen Rong choked out.

She buried her face in his arms, motionless. After choking on and off, his tears soaked his new clothes.

In tears, Chen Rong forgot the pain, she just snuggled tightly and wept patiently.

Wang Hong's five-fingered fingers ran through her long satin hair and whispered: "I didn't retaliate against anyone." Hearing this, Chen Rong's choked voice stopped, and she began to listen with a tick With.

His voice is like a breeze, light and whispered, "Princess Nine is dead, but everyone in the royal family also thinks you can't escape death."

Hearing this, Chen Rong reached out and pushed him away. She lifted her tears to her face, and the joy and happiness in her expression slowly turned into sadness.

Looking at him~IndoMTL.com~ In the look of Wang Hong's inquiry, Chen Rong whispered: "Qilang knows that I'm poisoned? Princess Nine said she was poisoned on the knife with no poison to solve. Highly toxic."

At this moment, she seemed to understand why Wang Hong is so abnormal today, she was crying in front of her, and promised her such a beautiful expectation. . . . . . He certainly knew he was going to die?

Chen Rong said this, seeing Wang Hong squinting, she couldn’t help but smile lightly, she smiled extraordinarily brightly and sunshine, she turned her head, Chen Rong said carelessly, "Qilang Xiu cares, my life , I picked it up. The real person took it away from God, and I got it." Suddenly, her voice changed to a low voice. "Qiro doesn't have to pity me to say such a promise." She eats With a smile, he said, "It's only 30 days in January, which is so long in life... but Qilang said that he will not disappoint me in this life, and Ah Rong was really happy to hear this." She was so overwhelmed. Excited, he said too much, and he felt dizzy for a while. He lay down slowly and closed his eyes slowly. It was just in the corner of the eyes that two drops of tears fell like pearls, slowly falling into Wang Hong's clothes.

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