Chapter 198: Wang Hong returns

When the news reached Sun Yan’s ear, he was outside the city. Regardless of the presence of the elders, he turned over the horse and turned to the horse's head and rushed to the city.
When I rushed to the gate of the city, it was the sun setting, and at the last moment when the gate closed, the city was in a hurry, but Sun Yan, who was in a hurry, was blocked by the tide of people.
Jumping off the horse, holding the reins and rushing toward the road, after hitting countless pedestrians, Sun Yan came to Wang Hong's house. At this time, the twilight is deep and the heavens and the earth are dark.
Outside the government gates, there are all kinds of people, and the gates are closed. The brilliant lights are accompanied by quiet courtyards, and there is a calming fear.
Sun Yan lost the horse and turned over to the wall.
He was immaculate, and he rushed out of more than a dozen guards in all directions. They had swords in their hands and they rushed. "Who?"
When they heard the sound, they saw the face of Sun Yan, who was sweating. At the same time, they crossed hands. They called: "It turned out to be Sun Jialang." They knew why Sun Yan came and looked at each other. Go back.
Sun Yan strode toward the courtyard where Chen Rong was.
In a twinkling of an eye, he stepped into the arch. As soon as the man rushed in, he was a smashing shackle of a niece, and she hurriedly asked, "What is Arong?" His voice trembled, " Is she good?"
The prostitute was carried by him like this, the neck was stretched, his face was flushed, he only knew how to dance with his hands and feet, and where can he answer his words?
At this moment, a few prostitutes and guards from the Qiqi, while looking at Sun Yan, and saluting at the same time, called: "Lang Jun."
Lang Jun? Wang Hong is back?
Sun Yan slammed back.
It was awkward to turn back, and a wind blew from his side. In a blink of an eye, the white figure had been involved in the steps and was involved in the room.
Seeing Wang Hong enter, Sun Yan quickly opened the poor prostitute and hurriedly followed.
The two rushed in like this, and the rags fluttered into the room with a wind. Instantly, the curtains creaked, the veils fluttered around, and the scent of the incense burner was quiet and swayed.
Sun Yan rushed to the bedside with a few arrows. He just reached out to the bed curtain and saw Wang Hong coming, but his hand was frozen.
Wang Hong's face is very white, very white, this white face, with his deep eyes, in this dimly lit room, let him be surprised.
In Sun Yan’s big eyes, Wang Hong walked beside him. Wang Hong didn't look at him. He focused on it. He stared at the bed for a moment, and the hand that pulled out to the bed was shaking and shaking.
His hand trembled very hard, grabbed the gauze several times, but couldn't force it to pull it apart. Sun Yan saw it and stretched his hand to pull the gauze apart.
The two bowed at the same time and looked at the bed.
When the bed collapsed, the gold was smashed, and Chen Rong’s face was defeated like gold paper. She slept there, her eyes closed, her lips slightly stunned, and a white, fat, fat hand, still clasping the horn.
The lights and the candlelight were on her face, and the bright yellow color was clear, but she did not know why, but she was born with a bit of silence that made people feel terrified.
Slowly, Wang Hong softly fell before the collapse.
He jerked out his hand and took a lot of effort, and the hand reached before Chen Rong. Just touching, his hand is shrinking, for a while, then the hand once again touched Chen Rong's face.
He slenderened his white fingers, gentle, and carefully moved over her pale lips.
Sun Yan also extended his hand, but he was deducted to Chen Rong's wrist. After a long touch, his face turned to Wang Hong, repressed, and choked: "How did you look at her? Wang Hong, how can you not even protect a woman? Ah?"
When he barked, the spit flew to Wang Hong's face, but he did not hear it at all, just cautiously stroking Chen Rong's lips and stroking her pretty nose.
Sun Yan was extremely angry, and he reached out to the clothes of Wang Hong.
At this moment, Wang Hong moved. He pulled back his hands and rubbed his hands on his face. He lowered his head... A drop, two drops, tears silently slammed from his fingers and silently dropped on the floor.
Sun Yan stayed and stayed until he discovered that Wang Hong’s white dress had already become a clay coat. His fingers were knuckles, green and swollen and bloody, and that was tightening something. There are traces.
Wang Hong rubbed his face with his hands, tears rained, but from beginning to end, there was no sound of a little bit... The tears flowed so violently, but there was no sound coming out. How could this scene make people so desolate?
Sun Yan hangs his hand out, his lips move, and finally he whispers: "Cry and cry? People are still not dead."
He turned his head and shouted to the outside: "Where are you going to die? What does the doctor say?"
The drink was violent, but no one answered.
Sun Yan is furious.
At this moment, Wang Hong was hoarse and voiced with tears. "Come out."
Seeing that he finally did not cry, Sun Yan quickly looked back. This look, he is a glimpse: Wang Hong in front of him, the beautiful face of the beautiful, still radiant, the eyes are crystal clear, the posture is beautiful and noble, if not the body is still a mud, if not the eyes still have tears He almost thought that the man who was almost out of control just now was not him.
When Wang Hong’s voice fell, a black man appeared in the corner.
Wang Hong lowered his head and looked at Chen Rong without hesitation. He said with a low voice: "What did she say?"
The man in black replied: "I have never spoken, but before she fell to the ground, she once said something to Xie Heting. Qilang, people are killing me. It has nothing to do with you. You don't want to blame." The sound is very old-fashioned, and there is no ups and downs when talking. When retelling Chen Rong’s words, there is no half-hearted feeling in the words.
But his voice fell, Wang Hong put his hand on the collapse, and he firmly buckled the quilt. He buckled so tightly, so tightly, his body was trembling uncontrollably.
This is so good, his face is still calm, his eyes are still crystal, and his posture is still elegant.
Sun Yan glared at him and took a heavy sigh. He reached out and became a fist, and was preparing to swing a punch at Wang Hong’s face. The half-extending fist, once again condensed: a blood, spilled from Wang Hong's mouth, along the corner of the lips, dripping on the floor.
The blood flows down one by one, and the beautiful face, such as the satin ink, the noble posture, the fascinating blood, merges into a strange picture in this quiet room.
Sun Yan stared at him and saw him gracefully and slowly stroking his chest before he woke up. When he was heavily stunned, Sun Yan smiled coldly: "When the heart hurts, why bother?" When the voice fell, he turned his head and covered his face with his sleeves, blocking the tears.
Wang Hong did not answer, no reason, he stared at Chen Rong’s face without hesitation. Slowly, he stood up.
At this time, Sun Yan remembered, and he asked in a deep voice: "What does the doctor say?" Although he showed Chen Rong the pulse, he did not even have a half-tone, so he still had to ask the doctor.
No one answered Sun Yan’s words.
And Wang Hong, who has slowly stood up, leaned forward and slowly opened the quilt, his eyes slamming into the wound where she was tightly wrapped.
Looking at the wound, he gently separated the five fingers of the quilt.
Chen Rong was too tight, and he did not separate. Wang Hong bowed her head, kissed softly on her lips, and dyed her pale lips with a little blood. He whispered, gentle, lovingly and politely said: "Qing Qing, let go of the hand... Come, Let the husband hold you."
His voice is very light and light, very gentle and gentle, like a whisper, like a spring breeze.
Sure enough, Chen Rong’s hand was released.
Wang Hong gently wrapped her hand in the palm of her hand, and then he hugged her.
Sun Yan clasped his arm and said: "Wang Wang, are you crazy? She was so hurt, how can she move?"
Wang Hongfan unwittingly opened his hand and insisted on holding Chen Rong.
Seeing that he turned and left, Sun Yan, who had never been able to get the real situation, was angry. He whispered: "Can you come out alone and tell me what happened to Arong?"
At the same time as Sun Yanqi called, Wang Hong’s gentle voice like the spring breeze came, "What is the situation?"
The black man came out and bowed his head and said: "The nine princesses are dead, the Queen Mother is angry, insisting on killing Dr. Guanglu, and also trying to kill her loved ones. But after learning that Dr. Guanglu was poisonous, he was persuaded clothes."
Wang Hong bowed his head, and he was like a satin ink, gently squatting on Chen Rong’s face. Looking at her, he loves pity and bites bite on her nose. He asks again: "How did Xie Heting appear there?"
The black man replied: "Xie Heting came with the people who watched the bustle. The man who sent him to take the doctor of Guanglu was persuaded by him."
Sun Yan listened to the conversation between the two men and burned in anger. He yelled at Wang Hong: "When is it, you are still asking this question. Wang Qilang, tell me, what happened to my Arong? ?"
This time, Wang Hong finally noticed Sun Yan. He turned his head and stared at Sun Yan. He whispered, "Your Arong?" Sun Yan sees that he is still entangled in this name, and his eyes will be angry.
Wang Hong just looked at him and he took back his sight. He looked down at Chen Rong and smiled softly. "Under the whole world, she can only be my Aaron."
Sun Yan gnawed his teeth and said, "What happened to you, Arong?"
Wang Hong did not look up. He printed a kiss on Chen Rong’s lips and said softly: "Nothing, Arong is just, it."
"What?" Sun Yan was furious. He could no longer control Wang Hong's clothes and gnaw his teeth. "You tell me clearly."
Wang Hong glared at him, reaching out indiscreetly and groaning on the back of his hand.
This embarrassment, where can you open it. Wang Hong brows his head and finally looks up and looks at Sun Yan seriously. Staring at him, he said slowly, "Stun him."
Three words fell, and a gust of wind came. Sun Yan was shocked and his right hand hurried back. Just then, the other side was also coming from the wind. I only heard a bang, and his neck hurt and fell to the ground.
Wang Hong stunned Sun Yan, who fell to the ground, and said softly: "Take him back. Remember to treat him well and hurt him. Arong will annoy me when he wakes up."
At the same time, the two black men screamed at the same time. They picked up Sun Yan and jumped into the courtyard.