Chapter 143: Wang Hong, who appeared in time

Almost Chen Rong’s words fell, and she was sensitive to discover that the people behind Sima Yan’s eyes had changed her eyes and became a little impatient. It seemed to her eyes that she was blaming her for not advancing.
At this time, standing behind, the name of the prince called Sima Jing, the yin and yang said: "Xian Gu is retreat for the sake of respecting the three ancestors. This red dust is not related to her. Twelve brothers, aunts can be wrong. The place is over."
Speaking of this, Sima Jing pointed his voice and smiled.
When he smiled, the people around Sima Yan had a ugly face.
Sima Yan still smiled. He looked at Chen Rong gently and smiled. "Xiang Gu is really ruthless. It seems that Xiao Wang can't return home this time."
Chen Rong bit his lip and secretly thought: It is too unreasonable to refuse again.
Thinking of this, she gave a gift to Sima Yan and said softly: "Wang Ye is in love, and Hong Yunzi is afraid to resign."
This is what she should be.
After the acceptance, Chen Rong turned to Sima Jing, and he was also a tribute to him. He smiled and said: "The two princes are coming to visit, and Hong Yunzi has never been far away. It is really rude. Please enter."
"仙姑请"
Chen Ronggang greeted the two princes into the Taoist temple, and the mountain was followed by a bang of drums.
After a small half hour, the sixth batch of people poured into the mountains.
As a result, Chen Rong was so busy on this day that in just a few hours, eight batches of nobles came to the audience. It turned out that she wanted to know who was paying attention to her every move, who did not want to let her go. But now, the people who come here are in batches, and the eight batches of people are going to each other, and the tides between them are surging. Where is Chen Rong clear who is the enemy?
The sun is setting.
In the Taoist temple, the birds gather and the voices are gradually gone.
Looking at the last batch of distant horses, Pingyi walked over to Chen Rong and muttered, "Girl, this day is too busy."
Yes, this day is too busy.
In Chen Rong’s bitter smile, Ping Yu looked at her with concern and asked: "Girl, really want to go to the palace in tomorrow?"
Should the palace, that is, today's surrogate mother came to invite her to Sima Yan's house.
Chen Rong nodded and whispered and said: "I can only go." She took two steps and suddenly turned to look at Pingyi. "Hey, you said that if I ask my Majesty to go home to practice, is it good?" "
When he blinked and blinked, Chen Rong raised his brow and shook his head and said to himself: "It’s not right, it’s not right. It’s back home. These people have to make a fuss about me. I can't refuse it."
She looked up and looked at the sky in front of the sky. When she took out the gods, there was a high-pitched voice in the forest on the west side. "On the nobles, saying right and wrong, let him be a prince, and escape from the bandits. Today's bustling When the Ming Dynasty smoked, it was Wang Xiefanglan. In today’s world, it is only exempt from punishment."
The high voice came from the air, mixed in the wind and sobbing, the birds screamed, lined with the sunset of the West Mountain, and lived with a sense of desolate wind and frost.
Chen Rong listened and listened and muttered: "I am Wang Xiefanglan. In today's world, I am only exempt from punishment." When she read this, she turned back and looked at Pingyi. Her eyes looked empty and empty. When Ping Yi couldn't help but ask her a few words, Chen Rong smiled and said lowly: "Is it true that the peace and wealth that I have always wanted to ask for is already out of reach?"
At this time, the song is already farther and farther.
Chen Rong stood up and screamed at the singer. Suddenly he frowned and said: "This kind of song is very strange. I have never heard of it before."
I heard it. This kind of long and short sentence mixed body, after spitting out from her own mouth for the first time, was only played once by Wang Hong. She did not expect that she would hear this kind of song at this time in a place like Jiankang.
When Chen Rong thought about it, the side of the flat, just staring at her, and several times wanted to answer Chen Rong's question, but did not know where to start.
In a blink of an eye, one day passed.
Early the next morning, the servants of the royal family appeared outside the Taoist temple.
Chen Rong took five servants, and under their support, they got off the Taoist temple and took the carriage.
The carriage was very spacious and covered with thick tiger skin. When Chen Rong sat down, he saw a censer at the left and right sides of the carriage. The dark fragrance was extremely fascinating. Can't help but ask: "What is this fragrance?"
Behind her, the two sisters glanced at each other, one of them covering their mouths and laughing: "It's a name, it's a dark fragrance."
Xiang Xiang, Chen Rong did not study, she nodded and did not care.
The carriage drove into Jiankang City.
Jiankang City is still so prosperous, the young clothes of the robes of the robes of the horses are outdated and left a scent.
Through the car curtain, Chen Rong quietly looked at the surrounding scenery and thought about his own thoughts. Perhaps it was like sitting still, and gradually, Chen Rong felt that her mind was awkward, so she opened the curtain more.
I don't know how long it took, a voice came, "It's over. Please get off the car."
Chen Rong should have a voice.
The curtains were opened and the two prostitutes came forward. They supported Chen Rong and got the carriage.
Here, it is already within the palace. The stacked houses are located among the trees, with rockeries, streams and willows, and the songs are endless.
Chen Rong looked down and secretly said: This place is really big. If no one leads the way, I am afraid that I will not find the door after one day.
When I saw Chen Rongyi landing, I looked at the surrounding scenery. A 30-year-old came close and smiled intimately: "Xiang Gu, please go here."
"Yes."
The group walked down the gravel road in the north and walked slowly.
The more you move forward, the more trees around you are, the more prosperous it is. Chen Rong looked around and couldn't help but ask: "I don't know how to call your old lady. What should I call?"
That has been observing her. When she saw her questioning, she smiled and said: "Xin Gu didn't know. This time, you met the mother of my family. You just need to call her old lady."
Wang Ye's biological mother? Chen Rong secretly said: It seems to be a woman who has no title and is not in a high status.
A group of people crossed the gravel road. The former convenience was a huge lake. On the lake, the corridor was traversed. When passing through the corridor to the other side of the lake, a beautiful and beautiful loft appeared in front of Chen Rong.
"Xiang Gu, please."
Chen Rong nodded and stepped inside.
The attic is made of wood, surrounded by all the veiled, and after a gauze shaded by a window, the fragrance is faint.
This place, the luxury of the place, is really not like a channel old woman likes to live.
Chen Rong thought of it here, smiled and asked, "I don't know where is the old lady's room?"
The 30-year-old smiled and said: "Thirty steps ahead."
Chen Rong should have a cry, she is still looking around.
That stared at her and saw her seem a little uneasy, could not help but smile, she did not explain anything, just speeded up.
Passing through a hall, a beautiful hall appeared in front of Chen Rong.
Towards Chen Rongfu, "Xiang Gu, please."
Chen Rong did not go.
She suddenly understood why she had always felt that something was wrong. It is reasonable to say that the place where the old lady lives, the servant of the servant is a constant stream, and the woman usually has a broken mouth and a place where the woman is, should not be so quiet. And this incense is also rich, and should not be a tone that a happy old woman likes.
These, she should have been discovered long ago. However, although Chen Rong is a man of two generations, he has never stayed in a real big house. When he used to be his wife, he didn't like luxury, and there were not many prostitutes. Out of the way, more are some guards and servants.
More importantly, she does not know how to do it today, her mind is a little dizzy, not as responsive as usual.
After Chen Rong stopped, he smiled and asked casually: "Will the old lady have no family and children? How is it so quiet?"
No one answered her question.
Chen Rongteng turned back.
She is on the top, the heads that are slowly heading back, and the doors and windows that are closed by a fan.
Just as Chen Rong’s face changed slightly, a clear laugh came from the east corner.
It’s a beautiful girl. It’s not bad, it’s smart.

In the big laughter, the wooden track of ‘哒哒哒’ was heard from the ground, and only the veil of the east side was floating, and a man in a Chinese costume appeared in front of Chen Rong’s eyes.
The man in the Chinese costume, about twenty-six and seven years old, has a beautiful facial features and a slightly hooked nose. It looks very similar to the emperor and Sima Yan.
Upon seeing this man, Chen Rong couldn't help but step back. She stared at him and was waiting to drink.
However, the man just glanced at her and then retracted his eyes. I saw that he strode to the middle of the east side of the hall, just stood, a few prostitutes moved to collapse, burned incense burner.
When Chen Rong was a little unpredictable, the man had already sat down on his own.
Then he shot with both hands.
"啪啪啪--"
Three crisp slaps sounded.
Almost this applause fell, and the whole quiet temple became another. I saw the curtains on all sides, and a dozen beautiful figures came quietly on the dance steps. At the same time as they appeared, there was a far-reaching, increasingly loud and happy voice.
The fragrance in the temple is getting stronger and stronger.
In the music, the dozens of figures came through the flowers like a willow, and in a blink of an eye, they opened a layer of gauze and appeared in front of Chen Rong.
As soon as they saw them, Chen Rong’s face changed slightly.
These dozens of beautiful people, each one like a spring flower, such as autumn water, beautiful and moving. This is the second, and most importantly, these dozens of beautiful people, all of them have only a thin layer of gauze, the towering jade milk, the deep , looming under the tulle
Chen Rong turned around and went.
When she turned around, she discovered that Pingyi and others did not know when it had disappeared, and that the maidservants who led her had disappeared. She is on the closed door and window, and the more and more fragrant incense in the temple.
Chen Rong’s face is cold.
She did not say anything, striding to the door of the temple.
Just as she rushed forward, the man’s laughter came. "Whether the beauty is awkward, how can it be enemies? It seems that this fragrance is not so good. It’s so long that it’s so powerful. ... oh, it really is a female hero who dares to be alone."
When the man laughed, Chen Rong had already rushed to the door of the temple. Her hand had just been pulled to the door, and behind her there were four expressionless prostitutes.
When the prostitutes first appeared, the man slammed his palms and said slowly: "Don't be nervous... This is so beautiful, how can the fairy go away? You say yes, Hongyunzi Xiangu" said In the last five words, he was biting the words, spit out one by one, how to listen, how to have the meaning of gnashing teeth.
Chen Rong has pulled the door to the door.
When she reached for a button, she pulled it hard.
However, where can I open it? No matter how much strength she uses, the door is not moving, it is as stable as Taishan.
Unconsciously, two drops of cold sweat ooze from the back of Chen Rong's neck.
Just then, a footstep sounded, and then, a cold hand, put on her back neck, only heard the man's voice, came from behind her back, "Xian Gu's beautiful skin."
The man spit out a sigh of gas and slipped his fingers into her back collar like a snake. He whispered in a low voice: "Good fragrance, good slippery but still not virgin?"
When he said these words, the fragrance in the temple was so full of breathlessness that the dark fragrance of the woman's body fragrance, clothing and incense, also infiltrated into her nose.
Chen Rong’s heavy hand to the door was soft and soft. She clearly felt that her strength was losing and her body was getting hot.
The man, when it seems to be booming, he reached out slowly, touched Chen Rong’s cheek from the back, and felt the warmth of her skin with his hands on his back. The man gasped and said in an excited, cruel tone: "Wang Hong," when he spit out the name, Chen Rong's chaotic brain instantly cleared.
Behind him, the man continued to talk in a low-dumb manner. "Wang Hong’s heart and soul are really heart-warming. I really don’t know, as the 'Hongyunzi' of Xiangu’s, if you take off your clothes and climb to the king’s How is your taste for happiness?"
He was excited, and the gasping was already a rush. The breath of the spit was even more turbid. "This king has taught countless beautiful people. You are like this for the first time... I really want to know if Let Wang Hong see the heart and soul that he can't ask for, and squat under the sire of the king is the king. Will he be crazy, stupid?"
This time, as soon as his voice fell, he heard the beauty in his arms say coldly: "Wang Ye is wrong, he will not be crazy, nor will he be stupid."
Accompanied by this voice, there was a severe pain from the throat.
It’s a cold scorpion that falls under his throat.
The man was shocked. He never thought that he would have become a beautiful group of mud, how can he fight back? Is she, like herself, immersed in this dark fragrance for years?
This man does not know, this world, regardless of any kind of , will vary from person to person. Always, those who are determined will have the strongest resistance to .
At this moment, Chen Rong is staring coldly at the man. The golden plaque in her hand is tightly pressed against the man's throat. A stream of blood is flowing down the tip of the cockroach.
This golden cymbal is different from the ordinary golden cymbal. Its sinister tip is sharp and long. Anyone who sees it has no doubt that the golden cymbal in the hands of Chen Rong is a weapon that can kill people.
The man was stepped back by the golden dome. He was blushing, but he screamed and warned: "I am not too small, you know who I am?"
Chen Rong smiled coldly. When he was about to answer, it was almost sudden. There was a very familiar and very clean voice coming out. "When Wang Qi, ask for Jiankang Wang."
This voice came too suddenly, whether it was Chen Rong or the man, it was a stay.
When I saw no sound coming from inside, Wang Hongqing’s sound like a water came slowly. "I also ask Wang to forgive me. My woman is a strong personality... Let her out."