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The man laughed and said, "What a wish, what a wish, is really a bias."

Standing in the boat, the man flicked towards Wang Hongyao, laughing, and the boat body was swinging in the opposite direction.

Wang Hong smiled and didn’t ask the man’s name and surname, and the man didn’t care, just laughed away.

At this time, a tributary appeared in front, and a few leaves flew away, and drove towards the tributary on the right side.

Chen Rongyi shook his hand pillow and shrunk to Wang Hong’s side, learning to look at the white clouds in the sky like he did.

At this time, a warm arm hit her thin waist.

Chen Rong didn't take it away. Not only did she not take it away, she also rolled into his arms and got closer to him.

On top of my head, a gentle, playful voice came, "Why is Qingqing close to me?"

Chen Rong looked at the clouds in the sky and casually replied: "If you want to get close, you're close."

The words came out, and laughter came.

Chen Rong glanced away, his black-and-white eyes clearly hid the knife in his smile, "Qilio forgot, Ah Rong, I have the purpose to raise beautiful teenagers!"

The sound is as gentle as the wind, floating inadvertently.

But while it was floating, the smile on Wang Hongjun's face was stiff, and around him, there were coughing sounds one after another. When Wang Hong and Chen Rong looked at the strong men who made these sounds, they bowed their heads and avoided them, but the choking sound became louder.

Chen Rong bent his eyes and admired Wang Hong’s stiff smile, "Qilang is annoyed, Jiankang Zhong, I am afraid that there are many people who want to come like this!" She said with a smile, "You are annoying and useless."

Your Majesty allowed her to raise a beautiful young man, and she came and went, that is, she was warm and ambiguous with the beautiful young man in front of her, and had a closer relationship. Moreover, it was so late at night, and she also nestled together. . . . . . . Does this not meet the will of His Majesty?

Wang Hong stared at Chen Rong with a bright smile, and his eyes were particularly bright. He snorted and decided to ignore the villain's ambition, looking sideways intently to the horizon.

Chen Rong saw him fleeing without a fight. He was very proud. He smiled with his lips, and tightened him more and more. She hugged his arm and said to herself: "I am your outer room, you are my face, Qilang, such you and I, in the eyes of others, are they considered adulterers?"

She smiled lightly and her tone was gentle. Therefore, the vulgar four words "sexual adulteress" were a little bit rough and a little bit more sultry.

Wang Hong pursed his lips and hummed again. He simply turned over and ignored Chen Rong.

Chen Rong saw it, and laughed even more.

For the first time, she made him speechless.

In the laughter of Chen Rongge, almost suddenly, Wang Hong with his back to her said coldly: "Qing Qing Mo Yaole is extremely sad!"

Chen Rong’s laughter became louder.

After about half an hour away, the flat boat began to turn and leaned towards the shore.

In a blink of an eye, the light boat leaned against the shore. Chen Rong looked at the endless official road under the moonlight, and looked at the vast fleet of vehicles and people who stopped on the official road and hissed. With a sigh, he muttered: "It's actually true."

As she muttered, the white figure was already thrown away with wide sleeves, and she walked forward gracefully. Chen Rong saw this and quickly followed.

There are twenty or thirty cars in the convoy, and there are countless types of donkeys and ox carts. Chen Rong stared at the invisible convoy and said, "Is this for food and grass?"

She turned to Wang Hong, her eyes gleaming brightly, "At this moment, the end of the green and yellow, Nanyang City has just gone through the disaster, and it must have been thirsty for food. At this time, it is tenfold profit to transport the food to Nanyang City." Speaking of which, she was so impressed that if she knew Wang Hong was interested in going to Nanyang, she would have to prepare dozens of carts of food.

Chen Rong didn't notice when she was thinking about it, and several pairs of her looked around her in surprise and admiration.

When Wang Hong raised his eyebrows, there was a round of applause, and in the crackle, a 27-year-old scribe was striding forward. He stared at Chen Rong and exclaimed: "It is ten times better Benefit! Great talent!"

Speaking of this, he turned to Wang Hong and summoned: "Lang Jun, this female businessman is superior, can it be transferred to me?"

Chen Rong followed Wang Hong's side. Although she was dressed as a girl, her face was pretty and she must be a Ji Ji. Ji Shi is the only favorite, Ji Ji, such as the upper class nobility can be generous in the face of her master to please and make fun.

Although this scribe is not a superior aristocrat, he also has some identities, so he took things for granted.

But this time, as soon as his voice fell, he was sensitive to find that the atmosphere around him was a bit stiff.

The scribe looked at the crowd. Slowly, the smile on his face froze.

In a burst of silence, Wang Hong opened lazily, "You said she?" His lips flicked up, and slowly said, "She, you can't afford it." Suddenly, he said word by word. Said: "My woman, nobody can ask for it!"

Speaking of which, Wang Hong strode toward the team.

As soon as he left, everyone quickly followed.

A house servant from the Wang Mansion was slightly behind. After Wang Hong walked away, he walked in front of the scribe and said sympathetically, "Yang Zixiu, I can't help you this time."

Yang Zixiu was shocked, and his forehead was cold and sweating, he said with a trembling voice: "Is it a princess for you, and you won't lose your way because of a word?"

The servant of the royal palace shook his head and whispered, "Dragon has a counter scale." After throwing these four words, he sighed at the Yangzi who fell to the ground, "Go back, later, Don't show up again at Jiankang."

Finally, he shook his sleeves and hurriedly followed Wang Hong and others.

Yang Zixiu sat down on the ground. At that moment, his face was blue and his sweat was swift and cold like a rain. He stared at the slender figure of Chen Rongyuan, slowly, and smiled sadly, and said to himself: "It is actually His counter scale? So cherished, why not hide it in the inner room? Yes, yes, he is killing chickens and monkeys, warning the world. I am out of luck."

A few decades ago, after a drunken son of their Langya Wang clan, he stripped off his clothes in public to bully his friend’s wife. . . . . . . Such a thing, everyone just pulled him apart and talked about it.

For hundreds of years, nobles and celebrities have gone, and they ran to other people’s homes. A pretty woman in the photo, directly pulled to a quiet place and forced to act. It is no longer unusual.

I was just a word, and was deprived by the Wang family Qilang, and it affected the family. It can only be said that it was bad luck. It happened that Wang Hong wanted to protect this woman thoroughly, no matter whether it was physical or dignity. When they are completely protected.

When he wanted to kill chickens and monkeys, he beat the world and reminded the nobility that when this woman was his reverse scale, he ran into him. . . . . . Just such a word!

Chen Rong did not know what happened later. She climbed onto Wang Hong's carriage, sat down on his leg honestly, and stretched her head to look around.

At this time, Wang Hongqing’s gentle voice came from behind her, “Yes, Arong knows the business affairs. When you were in Pingcheng, you cleared your fortune and went to Nanyang. Kang, it's still not bad."

He said softly and thoughtfully: "A Rong concealed."

Chen Rong smiled and didn't answer.

Seeing her not talking, Wang Hong smiled. He leaned on her and said softly, "Sleep."

Chen Rong responded and pulled the curtain.

This time, because I was not worried about meeting the Hu people, everyone was taking the nearest road to Nanyang. Therefore, within twenty days, he entered Nanyang.

Looking at the Nanyang city that appeared gradually in the front, Wang Hong leaned towards the collapse, calling out: "Arong."

When Chen Rongwang went away, he said with a smile: "This time, you can think about how to vent your anger."

Chen Rong looked at him puzzled and asked with a smile: "What do you mean."

Wang Hong smiled and hummed softly, "The world rises and falls in its own way, and the evil is the most impermanent."

Chen Rong was still puzzled. When he didn’t say anything, she hummed and looked away.

Looking at the yellow dust road on both sides, and the majestic city at the end of the field of vision, everything that I experienced last year is floating in front of my eyes.

Almost suddenly, Chen Rong turned his head to look at Wang Hong and asked, "Why did Murong Ke besiege you in Moyang City? It's strange that you've only been there for a few days. Why is he so well informed?" , Have you surrounded the city?"

Wang Hong glanced at her lightly, and smiled slightly, "When Nanyang, I was also surrounded.... What does Qing Qing single mention about the matter of Mo Yang?"

What do you mean? Because it was because your last life was lost there.

When Chen Rong was stunned and didn’t know how to speak, Wang Hong looked outside and raised his lips, saying, "This question, I want to get an answer this time."

It turned out that one of the purposes of his visit to Nanyang this time was to investigate this matter?

When Chen Rong was thinking, he reached out and pressed her hand, and looked at her quietly and said, "A Rong is really smart."

Chen Rong smiled again.

The team is getting closer.

Gradually, Nanyang Town, with its bruises and bruises, clearly appeared in front of Chen Rong.

Looking at it, Chen Rong glanced at the dark crowd at the gate.

The crowds cheered and clamored as the convoy approached.

Gradually, after the dust has dispersed, faces appear in the field of vision.

At the forefront is a thin and elegant scribe, and beside this scribe, a young man of about twenty stands. This young man has a rectangular face with correct facial features, a dark brown complexion, a pair of big eyes, and a very straight back. Is it Zhang Zhang?

I didn’t expect to see him for half a year, he was promoted to office, and he was eligible to appear on this occasion.

The cheers are getting louder and louder.

Gradually, "Qilang, Qilang--" cheered and broke through the clouds.

The carriage slowed down.

The two servants stepped forward, and they completely pulled away Wang Hong’s carriage and let him and Chen Rong appear clearly in front of everyone.

In the eager eyes cast by one pair after another, the cry was deafening.

The slender scribe and Zhang Xiang stepped forward and bowed to usher, "My prince knew that Qilang was coming and made me wait for him here."

After the ceremony, the scribe smiled and said to Wang Hong: "The grain and grass brought by Qilang this time can be regarded as a solution to Nanyang City's urgent needs."

He said here, he turned to Chen Rong and exclaimed in surprise: "Could this be the famous female doctor Guanglu?"

Before the convoy entered the city, there was an outpost to report it first, so this person knew Chen Rong’s new identity.

Calling here, he gave a deep grind towards Chen Rong and said with a smile: "It's rude, rude." He salutes this way, especially when he salutes in front of Wang Hong. That's when she was seen as a big man alone Too.

This kind of gift is really rare. Chen Rong froze for a moment, then sneered and thought: Yes, he is the king of Nanyang. . . . . . A large number of nobles were lost, and the Nanyang king who had been hit hard by the Hu people had to envelop me, a woman who came close to your majesty.

At this time, she finally understood why Wang Hong would remind her that she could be angry this time.

Zhang Xianghe and everyone heard the scribe's question, and at the same time stayed, they all looked towards Chen Rong seriously.

Zhang Xiang’s eyes are as clear and open as before. He looked at it and suddenly opened his mouth as if remembering something.

It is not only him who remembered Chen Rong’s identity. Behind him, dozens of voices came one after another, "This doctor, Guanglu, is so familiar."

"I have seen her. She is the daughter of the Chen family's partial family branch. The last time Nanyang City was besieged, didn't she lead the pawns out of the encirclement? It must be because of that incident. Your Majesty appreciates it."

"It's really her!"

"The world is really unpredictable. Such a vulgar girl can be in the same car as King Langya's car in a blink of an eye?" In terms of the ceremony where the scribes went to her, Chen Rong's current identity is not Wang Hong's Ji concubine. In good condition, but the nobles who are qualified to ride with him! Therefore, all talents have said so.

Surprised, envious, Chen Rong smiled faintly in the discussion. She glanced at the scribe, and then she looked back indifferently.

Seeing her like this, the scribe who was following the carriage happily smiled. He was two steps behind and glanced at Zhang Xiang, commanding low~IndoMTL.com~ This woman doesn't like me, you come to approach her. "

Project Zhang looked at Chen Rong in a complicated way, and it took a while to respond: "Yes."

After a pause, he said in his heart: This Doctor Guanglu should have a good impression on me. She had smiled at me deliberately when she met in Nanyang Palace before.

As a man, he instinctively believed that the smile was unusual.

When he was thinking, he was a few steps behind the carriage. Zhang Xiang mentioned the steps and quickly followed.

At this time, the convoy was crowded into the city. The scribe was walking beside the carriage, and he kept talking. "My prince wanted to welcome him personally, but I didn't expect to feel a bit chilly. If I offended, please ask Qilang not to care."

In a blink of an eye, he looked at Chen Rong and grinned again: "Dr. Jiu Wenguanglu is known as a real man, but it is not true. This time the doctor came to Nanyang, but it is necessary to enjoy it."

In his talkless introduction, Chen Rong looked at the front, the familiar street, the familiar flow of people, and for a moment, wandering away. (Mei Gongqing: 115115236)--(Mei Gongqing)