Mei Gongqing: Quilt???Sentence?????? ??杌?

Pingya said here that she glanced at Chen Rong in the bronze mirror and added: "Girls and those celebrities seem to have similarities."

I have similarities. Poor people who are obsessed with hopelessness.

The newly dressed Chen Rong stood up. She glanced at herself in the mirror and turned to Ping Yu, "When did the woman come?"

Ping Yu said: "Early in the morning, a staff member of General Ran suddenly found me and said you were back in the city. He sent me to the city gate before he left."

Speaking of which, Pingya looked at Chen Rong carefully, and asked in a hurry: "Girl, what happened?"

The voice is full of worries and worries.

Chen Rong smiled and gently replied: "We are going back to Jiankang soon." She looked at Pingya, her eyes shining, "If you can meet your majesty, I will ask him to allow me not to marry for life !"

The words spit out, and Pingma was sweating anxiously. She repeatedly shouted: "Girl, girl, this, this?"

She cried here, but Chen Rong turned her head and walked out of the door unreasonably. "Women, when that time comes, I will buy more farm products and serve your monk, who is 100 years old."

After hearing her say "serving", Pingya shook her head and said, "You can't, you can't." Speaking of this, Pingya followed Chen Rong with a bitter face and said again and again: "Girl , How can a girl never marry in a lifetime? This, this, this, this is not reasonable."

Pingya said, seeing that the servants outside looked at herself and Chen Rong and shut up quickly.

At this time, it was getting late and the lights were bright in the city of Nanyang. There are countless noises and horse noises.

It seems that every household is busy moving away from Nanyang.

Chen Rong listened to those voices and said to Shang-Sou without looking back: "Sao, go to pack your bags and be ready to leave at any time."

"Yes." Shang Seo responded. He walked behind Chen Rong and said hesitantly: "Girl, those fields are still there, the old slave doesn't want to go."

Chen Rong looked down.

For a while, she whispered: "If Wang Qilang left Nanyang City, it would be safe to come to Nanyang City." After a pause, she turned to look at Shang Man, and said, "The matter of Tiansan, the man arranges Let’s take a look. However, in Jiankang, Arong still wants to have Shang Shou."

"Yes."

Shang Shou leads his life away.

This is destined to be a sleepless night.

Chen Rong stood under the tree and looked at the lights in the city. For a long time, they were motionless.

I didn’t know how long it was, until the courtyard was silent, until the lights outside were gradually dimmed, until there was no more joy coming back between heaven and earth, Chen Rong turned his head.

She turned around, just stayed.

I don’t know when to get up. In her courtyard, there are two slumps, and the man who sits on the slump and is drinking slowly, and the handsome man in white clothes wins the snow is not the king. Hiro?

Behind Wang Hong, there are a few figures in the dark corner. And in her courtyard, it was extremely quiet, and I wondered whether the servants were asleep or not?

He appeared so suddenly in her courtyard at such a deep night.

Chen Rong looked at him, and slowly, she smiled.

Broken step approached him, Chen Rong sat down on the slump opposite him.

Under the stars, she smiled softly and looked at the man at will. At this time, no matter whether it was her eyes or expression, she was not surprised or alienated. As if he had always been her friend, as if the meeting at this moment had been negotiated by the two.

Looking at him with a smile, Chen Rong stretched out his hand and filled the wine glass, filled him and his wine glass, picked up the glass and sipped it slowly, he did not speak, nor did Chen Rong speak.

For a long time, Wang Hong spoke, and his voice was still soft and pleasant. He tenderly called: "Arong." He raised his head, looking at the cold, bright face under the moonlight, looking at her After hitting the snow-white clothes, his throat moved and lags behind slightly. He whispered, "Arong," he sighed, and he said directly, "Your luggage has been loaded and everything is arranged, You can go."

Chen Rong smiled softly and said casually: "I will be with Chen Gongyang."

Wang Hong took a sip of wine and he stood up.

Just when he shook his sleeves wide and Chen Rong thought he would leave, he only heard Wang Hong whisper: "Beating her!"

What?

Chen Rong was shocked and looked up.

But she just raised her head, and there was a pain in the back of her neck, and then her eyes were black, and she fell into a scented arms.

Chen Rong woke up in a burst of subversion.

She turned over and touched her right hand unconsciously.

This touch touched a warm spot. Confused Chen Rong reached out and pressed, and one hand suddenly stretched out, wrapping her hands in her palms.

Chen Rong opened his eyes slowly.

What she saw was Wang Hong looking at the silk script. At this moment, he was leaning back comfortably, and his right hand was firmly held by his left hand.

Feeling Chen Rong sit up, he let go of her left hand and let her go. From beginning to end, his eyes were still locked on the silk script.

Chen Rong glanced at him, and then moved to the side. She reached out and lifted the car curtain, looking out curiously.

Outside, there is so much smoke, and there is a long caravan in the field of vision, in front and behind.

Looking again, this is clearly a mixed army, and there are all major families.

Chen Rong stretched his head and looked back.

After looking at it for a while, she recognized that the carriages that followed were hers, and she could see Shang Sou who was driving.

Chen Rong withdrew his head.

She turned her eyes and saw a piano in the carriage. Now Chen Rong moved it over, set it up, and lifted her right hand. The piano sounded slowly.

Listening to the laid-back, still gorgeous, but beyond the gorgeousness, Wang Hong raised his head in the sound of a free piano.

He looked at her quietly.

There was a half-ray of light penetrating through the car curtains, reflecting on her face and eyes.

A smile on her beautiful face, her eyes clear as stars.

I was stunned by the sudden appearance of myself. When I woke up and found myself sitting in a subversive carriage, the woman was shocked and restless.

Wang Hong slowly put down the silk book in his hand, and then leaned back. His long, white fingers touched his chin, looking at her thoughtfully.

Under the sunlight, this beautiful face is bright and beautiful, but there is a blue and purple pinch at the chin. Instantly, the scene where she met Ran Min yesterday appeared before his eyes. . . . . .

The sound of the piano came slowly. It was like a flowing spring, passing through the tall forest, walking through the lush bushes, passing through the fields, and finally, merged into the river.

It passes through spring, walks through autumn, passes through winter, and finally pours into the river without it. . . . . .

With a carriage approaching, the sound of Ying Zhi came, "Qilang, when was your piano sound so gorgeous and vicissitudes?"

He called here and glanced at Chen Rong, who was playing the piano, and could not help opening his mouth.

Chen Rong has been practicing this for more than ten years, although she is also a gifted one. But her piano sounds, only to see the skills, but not the mood. Although the **** is complicated and refined, the turning point is complete, but a piano tone with no artistic conception, no matter how clever, it can't board the elegant hall, not a first-class work.

But now, her piano tone finally has her own soul beyond the skill.

Looking staringly at Chen Rong, looking up and down at her for a long time, Yin Zhi turned to Wang Hong and said with a smile: "Qi Lang, your woman's piano skill is so long, it has become an air."

Slowly, there was a quiet sound.

Chen Rong raised her head, her eyes looked brightly at Yan Zhi and smiled: "The public is wrong. The concubine surnamed Chen, Ming Rong, when you call me, you should be called Chen's Arong."

What she said was to blame Qi Zhi's phrase "you woman" for inappropriate words.

Hang Zhi was stared at by her, haha, looked at Wang Hong, made a face to him, and said contemptuously: "Wang Qilang, you are too bad."

He tweeted and hummed: "Thinking about that, my house, I only spent one month."

Facing his disdain, Wang Hong smiled faintly. He turned his head and looked at Chen Rong quietly. Seeing her head bowed, the satin-like ink hair fluttered in the wind, he couldn't help looking.

For a while, he said softly: "People are different."

As soon as these words came out, Qi Zhi hit another haha. Yin Zhi, who was also sitting in the carriage, laughed while turning his hands on his hips and rolled his eyes wide in the sky to show his disdain for Wang Hong.

Wang Hong saw this, smiled, and looked at Chen Rong again intentionally or unintentionally.

Chen Rong was still playing the piano. During the conversation between the two, the vicissitudes of the piano were reflected in the magnificence, and they rose again.

As the sound of the piano came out, the hustle and bustle and the noise of discussion gradually ceased. Here are all experts, Chen Rong and the piano sound together, they and Yan Zhi, they found its extraordinary.

As everyone listened, the sound of the piano stopped.

It turned out that Chen Rong was playing, and suddenly felt a sense of interest, so he pushed the piano away, sat down next to the carriage, and looked out.

While she was looking around, behind her, Wang Hong and Yan Zhi talked, and one word after another came. Yan Zhi glanced at Chen Rong, approached Wang Hong, and lowered his voice and asked, "What did you do? Why did this woman not even want to live?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Hong's mouth pulled, and he slowly smiled bitterly.

Then, he glanced at Zhi Zhi.

In line with his gaze~IndoMTL.com~ Qu Zhi quickly hit another haha ​​and whispered: "When I didn't ask, when I didn't ask." But he was curious and looked at Bai Shang Chen Rong looked at Wang Qilang again, and he muttered: "Even the clothes are the same... When I came to Jiankang, I was afraid that the children would follow you and wear the same color clothes."

This time, as soon as his voice fell, Chen Rong had stretched his head and called to the carriage behind him: "Women!"

Despite the hustle and bustle, Pingya heard the call of her girl, and now she reached out and called out with a smile: "Girl." Her face was full of joy, and she was scared yesterday by Chen Rong. She, who didn't sleep all night, finally let her mind go.

Chen Rong saw her answer, she reached out and touched the door. She had just moved, but her arms were tight.

Next, behind her, came Wang Hong's gentle voice and the warm breath he spitted against her ear, "Qing Qing, Ma Xing quickly, jumping like this, but it will hurt you. "

. . . . . . Chen Rong slowly turned his head back and smiled at him with a smile, exhaling Fang Lan, "Lang Jun, you've thought about it." Now she doesn't want to die anymore. (Mei Gongqing: 115115236)--(Mei Gongqing)