Chapter 127: Confrontation

Just then, there was a burst of laughter from the side, and in the laughter, he shouted: "Seven Lang, Qilang, why are you nervous?"
In his mad laugh, Wang Hong looked back at him. This eyelids, the laughter of Zhizhi immediately stopped, but there was a strange "squeaky" sound from the throat, which seemed to be so hard to endure.
At this time, there was a call from the outside, "Girl?"
Chen Rong listened to his ear and turned to Wang Hongfu for blessing. He said: "The servant called, Arong got off the bus."
She smiled, and she was blessed with good fortune. She waited for a while, and did not wait until Wang Hongdi answered and could not help but look up at him.
This time, she was holding a glass of wine, her eyebrows were slightly convergent, her mouth was smiling, and she was so uncomfortable, Wang Qilang, looking at him like this, did not seem to hear her please leave?
When Chen Rong was surprised, he looked at the sorrowful and sorrowful face of the muscles. When she blinked, she smiled and sat quietly on the collapse, no longer mentioning the departure.
In this way, Wang Hong quietly drank his wine, Chen Rong looked at the pedestrians and the scenery outside through the curtain, and Zhi Zhi took a look at this, and looked at that, the sound of "squeaky" in the throat continued to come.
Outside, Ping screamed twice, and when Chen Rong did not answer, he retracted his head.
The pedestrians are still moving on.
I don't know how long it took, but I have already left, and I am riding close to the dust.
This is a Wangjia who explored the road. He came to the carriage and whispered: "Lang Jun, the general has arrived in this direction."
Hey?
Chen Rong raised his head.
Wang Hong slowly put down the glass, his mouth slightly raised, and gently shouted: "The wife who wins the man, even if it is privately accepted, there is also a lack of kindness." He said here, he called out: "Remove the carriage sign I chose to change the way."
"Yes."
The knight outside took the lead.
At this time, Wang Hong turned to look at Chen Rong.
It is obvious that he is at a loss, but at this time, his eyes are bright and his posture is leisurely. If he can’t tell the leisure, where can he see a little bit of comfort?
Chen Rong gave him a look and regained his gaze.
Wang Hong’s order came down, but this road did not see the poor road. When the sun went down, they did not find a chance to leave.
It’s time for dinner.
The guards jumped off the carriage and began to prepare for dinner. Wang Hong also left.
Chen Rong jumped off the carriage and turned to find Ping and others.
Hiratsuka is also looking for her, seeing Chen Rong looking around, Shang Hao quickly drove the carriage closer and called: "Girl, girl."
Chen Rong turned his head and saw them, a smile.
She strode to the carriage and drilled into the curtain.
Hiratsuka is in the carriage. She sees Chen Rong’s tired appearance and quickly says: "Women, the hot soup is burned, can you bathe?"
Chen Rong lowered his head and glanced at the white clothes on his body and nodded.
After a while, the hot soup is ready.
Chen Rong buried her face in the water and was soaked in breathlessness that she looked up. At this time, Hiratsuka is washing her long hair, she is satisfied with the white and tender skin of Chen Rong in the water, and looks at her indifference with a smile, but invisibly rejects others. I said with a smile: "The old slaves look at the girls on this day, and the more they look, the better."
She smiled and bent into a line. "My girl, I am no longer so charming." Because the entire sect is beautiful and beautiful, Chen Rong is a very attractive figure and face in the eyes of the world. In addition to one word, you must add a word 'sao'. Perhaps in the old days, such a girl can only say that she is born with a bone, but in this era, the world will automatically add a word of words outside the word. It doesn't seem to be so described, it is not enough to express the rejection and disdain from the subconscious.
Rejoicing in the meantime, Chen Rong just smiled.
She swept through several costumes and suddenly said: "In the future, there is no need to prepare white clothes. "
I couldn’t help but ask, "Why?"
"Why?" Chen Rong thought of what he said, and slowly smiled and said: "All attachments are obsessive."
This sentence is not understood.
She grinned and said: "The girl doesn't like white clothes, and she. It's a rush, and the old slaves haven't had time to make white clothes for the girl."
At this time, Chen Rong interrupted her words. "When did you get the carriage?"
"Last night, everyone did not know how, and when they talked, they fell asleep. When they just woke up, the people of Qilang came over. They said that the girl had already left and asked us to step up. Oh, fortunately, we have already prepared, and we can leave if we say, or it will make the family unhappy."
After a while, Ping said: "Girl, yes."
Chen Rong responded, under her service, dressed in clothes, stepped on the wooden track, and walked down the carriage.
She took a carriage, and dozens of eyes looked at her. Gradually, more and more people looked at her, more and more... it was sitting under the tree, and Wang Hong, who was playing the piano with both hands, was also a piano sound. A meal, looking at her sideways.
At this time, Chen Rong changed a set of pale yellow with a purple pattern, and the shading was the costume of the flying bird.
The pale yellow dress reflects her clear face and shines brightly. She is so draped with a damp hair and a white jade foot, stepping on the wooden track, '哒哒哒' Slowly moving forward, it is actually the whole person's delicate and beautiful, bright and extreme.
The wide yellow robes, with the wind drifting off, wide-sleeved Bo, bringing her waist is not even enough.
Looking at her in a daze, Yan Zhi reached out and patted it on the thigh, sighing: "A good thing, Qilang, you are blessed."
He just said this, immediately pouted and said vaguely: "Forgot to forget, you have not settled her, she is not your woman. Haha." Finally, I couldn't help but laugh out. sound.
In his noise, Wang Hong took a shallow sip of his glass and his eyes were still staring at Chen Rong.
Just then, a hoof came.
The horseshoe rumbling came, boring and loud, stirring up the smoke and the sky, and it didn’t last long.
In a blink of an eye, the hoof sound appeared on the official road behind Chen Rong.
As the hooves sounded, a heavy and chilling stance came from behind Chen Rong.
Chen Rong, who was walking, felt instinctually wrong, and she went back.
This time, she turned to a pair of sullen scorpions, and took a big step, a murderous man.
This man is exactly what you are.
No wonder the people around you are not alarmed. It turns out that only ten guards were brought, but he was struck at the moment, and he only had a knife at his waist, and he did not bring his weapons.
He calmed his face and strode, and in a blink of an eye, he went to Chen Rong.
He stopped and lowered his head and stared at Chen Rong. His thick eyebrows slowly wrinkled and looked up and down at her. He opened his mouth and his voice was a little hoarse. "Go!" He buckled Chen Rong. Arms, pulling her to stride Wang Hong.
In order not to be dragged by him, Chen Rong had to speed up.
In a blink of an eye, the two came to Wang Hong.
Just as he approached, the sounds of the footsteps quietly sounded, but they were guarded by the royal family, and they surrounded the place quietly.
Wang Hong slowly pushed up a few times.
He looked at him and looked at him deeply. He whispered, "Wang Hongjun." His clear and high voice, quietly watching him, continued: "Right, the general and Arong have no media." ......"
He is telling him that his agreement with Chen Rong can only be said to be privately accepted. The two have no media and no embarrassment. They have not passed the elders. Therefore, even if he robbed Chen Rong, he could not say that they had a hatred of wives.
It’s a bit heavy.
He went to Wang Hong.
Almost suddenly, just as he stepped forward, he slammed out the long knife and then swung his right hand. The blade was placed on Wang Hong’s neck.
His movements were too sudden, and the guards of the royal family around him, although dense, were able to isolate the eyes of everyone around them. Although these guards and Wang Hong, only five steps away. However, the movements were too sudden, and they did not respond and they got his hands.
Cold and sturdy, it is like this to Wang Hong’s neck. It reflects the light of the setting sun and shines with a heartbreaking death.
The voices of the guards disappeared. They stared at the cockroaches for a moment, staring at the knife. There were many people behind their foreheads, and they were sweating.
He stared at Wang Hong deeply, slowly, and his blade moved.
With his movement, the repressed low voice began to rise.
At this time, Wang Hong smiled, and he quietly looked at him and said softly: "General, this is not good."
Hey, it’s a low smile, this laugh, hoarse, low, murderous.
He stared at Wang Hong and said coldly: "I don't think of it, I will swear that one day, I will be bullied by a man with no hands and no power!"
He used the word bullying.
Wang Hong heard the words, and smiled dumbly. He ignored the blade on the neck. He turned his head down and took the wine label and took a sip. When he did this action, the slashing blade would not retreat. Therefore, the sharp tip of the knife, a shallow mouth on his white skin, although the wound is shallow, but the blood flow is like a note. The blood flow so fiercely, and the white skirt on his chest was reddened in a blink of an eye.
Chen Rong looked at the blood flowing down, slowly coveted, and whispered: "The general."
She stood behind her, looking at his tall and stalwart, once familiar, and now gradually strange body, asked: "General General, you come here, want to take me back?" She smiled, voice In the swaying, there is a mockery. "Is it true that the general did not deny that Arong was lost and still wants to be my wife? But this is the case, Arong is still unwilling. Of course, if the general kills Chen Wei, Arong may Will consider it."
In her voice, there is more than turbulence, ridicule, and indifference. This is a thorough, indifferent to him.
Now, I’m going back.