Chapter 139: Wang Hong and Dao

Chen Rong knows that there is no way for people like Pingyi to explain their own ideas, and she does not want to explain.
She slowly pushed open the squat and walked slowly inside.
In the courtyard, the servants stood in a row. They looked at Chen Rong, and they couldn’t say whether they were sad or relaxed.
In any case, Chen Rong became a female crown. For those of them who are attached to Chen Rong, there is no harm. Not only is there no harm, but the prostitute women’s crown, and the whole life of food and clothing, it is certain. They don’t have to suffer from subversive displacement anymore, and they suffer from hunger and cold.
Chen Rong walked up to them and smiled and said, "You, we are settled."
She glanced at the sad, peaceful, and sorrowful, and smiled and said: "We will move to the West Hill just as soon as the sacred decree arrives. Well, if you have anything to prepare, you can start."
After thinking about it, she turned to Pingyi and said, "Hey, I am going to prepare a set of robes. I have to thank my loved ones and the friends who have helped me."
For a while, Ping Yu was so sad that he nodded.
This set of robes was made by the flat sigh, and it took only one day.
Early in the morning, Chen Rong combed his hair, tied it into a slap, and put on this pale yellow robe.
The robes are loose and big, and they are worn on her body, and they can't hide the beautiful figure of the graceful. Ping Yan looked up at his face and looked at Chen Rong's fascinating beauty. He looked at the insufficiency of the wind and fluidity, and the sorrow came from it, and it was a cry.
Chen Rong ignored her.
She turned her head and glared at herself in the bronze mirror. Slowly, she frowned and said, "It’s still vulgar."
It is true that she was originally suitable for this bright and colorful color. She was wearing a light yellow robes. In the bronze mirror, she still looks so beautiful, still with the wind that makes men unable to open their eyes. In particular, this robes are wide and sleek, and her appearance is like a willow.
However, Chen Rong did not care too much. This is a lot of Jiankang beauty, she can't count anything.
Chen Rong regained his gaze and said softly to Pingyi: "So far, what is the use of crying? Don't cry." As she said, she walked out.
Outside the door, Shang Hao has already prepared the carriage.
Chen Rong took the carriage and whispered, "Go to the house."
"Yes."
The carriage drove slowly.
When Chen Rong’s carriage drove out of the government gate, the side doors on both sides of the roadway extended more than a dozen heads. The servant owners of these small and medium-sized families, one by one, stretched their heads and curiously talked about it.
The carriage drove through the alley and entered the street.
In the spring, the willows planted on the road, when you look closely, you can see the little green buds, the passers-by, the clothes have turned thin.
Gradually, Chen Rong's carriage drove into the alley where Ying Chuan Chen was located. People are divided into groups, and the ones living in this alley are the first-class doors in the world. Every Zhumen courtyard, covering an area of ​​hundreds of acres, from the wall, the layers of the building inside, stacked under the sun, it seems extraordinarily vicissitudes.
Yes, it is a vicissitudes of life. Now Chen Rong sees these wealthy places, the bustling land, somehow, always thinking about it, and I don’t know how many blood and tears have been buried in this high gate.
The family is here.
Shang Yi stopped, he just wanted to open the doorman, the side door was already open, and the guard nodded toward the squad, saying, "Is it Aaron's little son? Let's go in." He said, he raised his head. Looking in the carriage.
Shang Hao even thanked the channel and drove the carriage to the courtyard.
However, this time, Chen Rong was obviously white, Chen Gongyi was not there, Chen Zifang and others were not there. Asked to ask, it was actually a person who could visit.
After Shangri-La’s carriage came out, he asked,
Where is the girl going below?

Indulging for a while, in the carriage, Chen Rong’s whispered words,
Go to Wang’s. Whether it’s moving from Pingcheng to Nanyang or from Nanyang, I have accepted them.

Shang Hao stayed and stayed, and exclaimed: "Wang Wang? Girl, that door, how do we qualify to go in? Certainly will not let go."
Chen Rong smiled and said slowly: "They don't let go, we don't go in. It's just a matter of doing it today."
"The girl said it right."
The carriage drove forward.
This time the direction of the carriage is the famous Wuyi Lane in the world. That is the century-old turmoil, the entrance to the public, the place where there is no white Ding.
Therefore, the closer it is, the slower the action of Shang Hao’s driving. Chen Rong sees from the curtain and only sees the sweat on his neck.
It seems that just to visit, he feels great pressure.
Wuyi Lane has always been a picturesque resort, with two rivers flowing on the left and right sides, and a winding green hill, which is located behind Zhumen Huadi.
When there is still a mile away from Wuyi Lane, there is a blue, green and shimmering river in front of Shangyu. The green hills are reflected in the river. The horse-drawn carriages on the shore are not close, so you can smell the agarwood. Fluttering, the piano is sounding.
Through the curtain, Chen Rong just glanced at it and said softly: "Go ahead, Wang Hong Wang Qilang is there. It is the same to thank him here."
When he was still awkward, he raised his head and opened his eyes. He said with a big eyes: "I can't see clearly, how many girls in Huafu, how do girls recognize the king of seven?"
Is this still used? No matter how many people are separated, no matter how far apart, she can clearly know that the person is absent with a glance... Even though there are thousands of people in this world, he has only one!
After the two worlds, she knows that this is the shackles, and it takes a lot of effort to break free.
Shang Yi also just said a word, and then approached the carriage.
After a while, a loud and cold voice came, "Which one?"
Shang Xiaohe smiled and was about to reply. The voice suddenly stopped and smiled. "It turned out to be the little girl who wanted to seal the female crown in Chenfu? Let's go past."
"Thank you, thank you."
In the thank-you voice of Shang Yi, the carriage continued to drive inside.
After a while, the carriage stopped, and the sound of Shang Yi came. "It’s coming. Ah, there are really seven Langs, the girl, not only the seven Lang, but also the Ji Jilang and others, huh, huh."
Chen Rong heard the words and opened the curtain.
As early as the arrival of her carriage, the people who wandered around and laid the satin on the ground, and the young children who sang the songs, quieted. It was just a quiet moment, and everyone turned away.
When he was unintentionally stunned, he couldn’t help but see, and he whispered a white bucket of white clothes that was quietly drinking alcohol. He said, "Who are you coming?"
The white boy slowly looked up.
Just a glance, his eyes will slowly pick up.
Slowly, he straightened his back and looked at the carriage that was getting closer and closer without blinking.
The side of the ambition saw him look like this, and laughed. At the moment, Zhai Zhi sighed and looked up at the sky, shaking his head and said: "Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, the night is coming, the sky is going, when there are not many spring dreams, it is like going to the cloud without a flaw... wrong? It’s not the night and the night, it’s beautiful, such as plum blossoms, winter scent, this lingering, fragrant, especially wonderful people have been collected by Chungu... Hey, beautiful, sweet, beautiful what."
He shook his head and shook his head, but the more he said, the slower the sound. According to the usual practice, this guy around him would not let himself be so long. How is it so quiet today?
Yan Zhi turned his head.
As soon as he turned his head, he stood up and stood up, striding forward to the white boy. Look at him like this, how was the cold wave of irony just now, he did not listen to a word?
Wang Hong walked slowly toward Chen Rong’s carriage.
His movements are gentle, elegant, and his expressions are calm and watery.
Chen Rong slowly opened the curtain.
She turned her eyes and looked at the river. Hey, what the people who were still there?
At this moment, her eyes were smashed, and the man was standing on her left side, ten steps away from her!
Chen Rong turned his head.
The beautiful boy in white wins the snow, holding his hands and looking at her quietly. His guilt is still clear and high, and his face still illuminates people.
Only, he was locked in her face, too quiet.
When the four eyes were opposite, Chen Rong smiled brightly.
A smile is like a spring flower.
In the flower, Chen Rong was in the carriage, and turned to Wang Hongying for a blessing. She frowned and said softly: "The old man is well? Arong is going to leave this red dust. When he leaves, he deliberately I have met Lang Jun and said thank you for all the past."
She smiled softly and said it was light.
Wang Hong walked slowly toward her.
He walked very slowly, very slowly, and the incomparably elegant pace was like a leopard in foraging, in the graceful, full of tension.
In a blink of an eye, he went outside the carriage of Chen Rong.
He left her, only one step away, he stopped.
The eyes stared at her quietly, staring at her, slowly, slowly, Wang Hong smiled.
This laugh is different, and Chen Rong can't help but look at him.
The beautiful boy in white wins the snow, looking at her with a gentle smile. Slowly, he stretched out his slender hand and casually placed it on the window, next to her little hand.
He looked at the white and pink little hand, then looked up, swept her gorgeous little face, and looked at the towering chest that her robes couldn't cover.
Slowly, his mouth is rising.
Almost very sudden, he was so handsome, his eyes were not staring at Chen Rong at the same time, and he said with a voice: "Arong is already a person outside the party, can you have a Taoist name? Call Chen Yunzi Ok?"
Although he asked Chen Rong, but his voice is not small, it is a bit cold with a smile staring at Chen Rong.
When Chen Rongqi looked at it, and when he couldn’t understand it, several teenagers had already laughed: "Chen Yunzi? That is already a monk, why should I surname Chen? I can see the surname Hong."
When this was said, Wang Hong was in the sun. His smile was brilliant, and the white teeth were so bright that Chen Rong could not help but avoid his gaze.
In a blink of an eye, Wang Hong’s smile was a collection, and his face’s expression turned back to his usual gentleness. He smiled slowly and said:
Hong Yunzi? This is a good number. Ah Qi, you give it to your majesty. Let's be a little confused, you remember to say it twice."