Chapter 199: Woke up

In the courtyard, there is a very ordinary carriage without any logo. Wang Hong hugged Chen Rong and whispered; "Let's go."
"Yes."
Carriage drive.
Originally, there were always many people wandering outside Wang Hong’s courtyard. However, when the carriage pulled out from the side door, although some people came to the carriage, they did not care: the Guanglu doctor was seriously injured and was not awake. At this time, she is not suitable to move that is common sense. What's more, this carriage is so ordinary, there is no one guard before or after. No one can think that the two people sitting in this carriage will be Wang Hong and Chen Rong.
Of course, it is not completely unrecognizable. Gradually, several people have caught up with this carriage.
When the carriage drove into a lane, Wang Hong took Chen Rong from the carriage and took another carriage... Each lane was changed once. After changing the fifth carriage, they were behind them. other people.
The carriage continued to drive forward.
The bright moon is gradually rising, and there is no idle cloud in the night sky tonight. There is only one round of bright moon in the clear and clear sky. The sky is boundless and clear, and the moon is the desertedness.
In the carriage, Wang Hong lowered his head and quietly looked at Wang Hong in his arms.
With the subversion of the carriage, Chen Rong, who is not awake, will squint at the eyebrows from time to time, revealing a painful color. Looking at her eyebrows, Wang Hong bowed his head and bite a bite. After leaving a few teeth marks on the eyebrows that had been picked up, Wang Hong asked with a lip and a low-pitched voice: "Qing Qing, I Have you returned, how are you still not awake?" He smiled low, because the lips were attached to her skin, and the laughter was sullen and boring. "I have bitten you, don't you blink me?"
The sound is extremely thin and light, and it seems to be nothing. It is mixed into the night wind, and it is not seen in the blink of an eye. It is the woman in the arms, but it is also deaf.
Wang Hong laughed even louder.
The carriage went very slowly, very slowly, and every time it was subverted, the coward would look nervously at the carriage.
At such a speed, less than an hour, the voice of the widower sounded from outside the carriage. "Lang Jun, it is here."
"Well." Wang Hong responded with a sigh of relief, taking a piece of jade from his waist and waving at the car. Then, ‘Zizi-’ sounded loudly, and the dull door was heard by the sound of gravity.
The carriage continued to drive.
After a quarter of an hour, Wang Hong jumped off the carriage. He looked up and looked at the moonlight, this quiet and pristine courtyard, looking at the six pairs of men and women and twenty guards who were waiting for each other, whispered, "Please bring the original person."
A guardian should say: "Yes." After that, he said with a little hesitation: "Gang Langjun, the original human temper is fierce. In these two hours, he has been swearing. If he sees the doctor, will it be big? Is it a big noise and a leak?"
Wang Hong knew what he meant. He shook his head and said, "Let's go here, let him come."
"Yes."
After the guard left, Wang Hong hugged Chen Rong and strode into the dormitory.
Although the courtyard houses are ordinary, the room is exquisite and comfortable. Inside, the fragrance is bursting, the pink gauze fluttering around, the screen window, a window of green and drunk the whole world.
Wang Hong holds Chen Rong and gently puts her on the bed.
He sat sideways and reached out and clasped her hand.
Looking at her, he sighed low and whispered: "Arong, I am wrong, I am wrong."
His lips are dead and tight.
At this moment, a loud buzz came, "I am ruled by me, and it is also a shameless class of me who is not cured. Have you not heard that doctors can't force it?"
Then he shouted: "Which king of the Sima room? So humiliating the old man, can't bear it." This original person was originally a Confucian scholar. He read the poetry and booked Xiaolian, but he was not able to register in the official month. After leaving, I have been reading medical books since then, and I have not closed for three years. The first shot will cure the dying of Liang Wang, who can no longer be ruled by the Central Plains. He has more than 70 years of this year, and his first-hand medical skills are in full swing. Ten years ago, he was also fascinated by the practice of alchemy.
Therefore, even if it is a monk, he is also a literary one, but his voice is loud and his temper is hot.
The people who follow the original real person have always been unassuming, and there is no rebuttal. They led the original person to the outside of the house and gave him a ritual, saying: "Real, please."
The original real person sneered, kicked the door open and shouted: "The old man has to look at it, which ignorant thief is posing as a cockroach."
His voice fell and his eyes were condensed by the white figure standing by the bed.
Wang Hong slowly turned back. He looked at the old man who was unbelievable and looked at him. He said: "The king of seven saw the original real person."
"Wang Wang Seven?"
"Exactly"
‘蹬蹬蹬蹬’ The original real person rushed to Wang Hong’s front. He lowered his head and yelled at Wang Hong. He said,
What is the king of the seven kidnappers?

Wang Hong, a courtesy, said elegantly: "If you have a bad feeling, you should ask the old man if you are offended."
The original real person sneered. He looked at Wang Hong with a few glances and turned his head to look at Chen Rong.
Looking at Chen Rong, the original real person sneered: "This is the windy road that makes you desperate?"
Wang Hongyi sun, said: "Exactly."
The original man is still staring at him.
Wang Hong took a deep look and smiled. "Hongwen’s old man once said that if he meets his true husband in this life, he will die for three years. Wang Hong is not talented. Although there is a risk of conspiracy, he is strategizing and teasing Hu Nu. I still have the word of this real husband. This time, I only asked the old man to have a hard time and saved the woman."
The original real person looked at Wang Hong, who looked down on him. After a while, he frowned and said: "Those people are not chewing, saying that you Wang Hong never likes people? How can you go here today?"
Wang Hong said with a low head: "If the injured person is Hong, it is dead. However, the woman is injured, she is more important to me, and Hongshi can't stand it."
The original real person had a glimpse of it. He snorted and said: "I don't know the thief who is motivated."
He was so embarrassed, he sat down on the bed and sat down, and the original man shouted screamingly: "Real husband? Hey, is there such a real husband who is so obsessed with women?"
Wang Hong smiled bitterly.
The original real person saw that he did not answer, and once again he gave him a glance and reached out to press Chen Rong’s pulse.
When his hand was caught on Chen Rong, Wang Hong would not move. He just looked at the original person in a blink of an eye.
At this time, the original real person caught up with Chen Rong's other hand.
After putting both hands over the veins, the original real person stood up. He opened the quilt that was covered in Chen Rong's bare feet and pressed the veins on her foot.
This process is not long, but it is only a quarter of an hour before and after, but it always smiles, and the graceful and elegant Wang Hong, his vest clothes, has been completely sweaty.
For a while, the original real person put the quilt back to Chen Rong.
He looked back at Wang Hong and frowned. "Isn't it said that the nine princesses used ‘nothing?’ for her? How can I not see?

Wang Hong replied reverently: "It was not poisoned. The nine princess used to assassinate her short knife. Hongzhong sent someone to steal it."
When the words came out, the original man was wide-eyed, and his white long eyebrows were twisted into a group. "Do you know that Jiugong is the main woman who assassinated you, why not stop it?"
Wang Hong is smiling.
The original real person has a heavy sigh and hates to drink high. "It is your thief who has played a conspiracy. No wonder you have said that there is a risk of conspiracy. The thief is not a good person."
Wang Hong looked up and smiled and whispered: "The real person is wrong. The good man will never be considered a successor by a family like Wang."
The original real person frowned and thought about it. He shook his head and sighed: "You are the heart of the hero. Even the woman who is pregnant with your child is willing to start."
As soon as he said this, Wang Hong stood up and his body shook. He slowly bowed his head and stared deeply at Chen Rong. Wang Hong’s voice was dumb. "It’s a mistake.... Until now. I know that this heart will also be painful." If the stone is harder and heavier, no, he is wrong at all. He should think differently and should think differently.
Wang Hong’s mouth was raised, and he said with a smile: "My grandfather once said that I am a man with a sinister sin... He is wrong. At this moment, I am heartbroken."
When he said that ‘heartache is like a twist,’ the tone is calm and peaceful, the handsome face is smiling and graceful, and the eyes are clear and high, and there is a half-heartache like a twist. I don't know why, the old man looked at him with the white wind swaying, and couldn't help but believe his words.
Although I believe it, I went to the old prescriptions and went to Chen Rong’s old man with a golden needle. I still sneered: "It’s useless to make such mistakes later."
Upon listening to him, Wang Hong’s eyes brightened. He stepped back and looked down on the old man. He trembled: "There are old workers who have been treated."
The golden needle in the old old handle burned on the candle. He was inserted in the inside of Chen Rong’s wrist and twisted. He said,
Thank you for this woman. At this moment, her spirit is still Gathered in Dantian's lower abdomen... She wants to keep this fetus in her abdomen."
Wang Hongwen said that his mouth was rising and his eyes flashed a glimmer of light. He quietly stared at Chen Rong and said lowly: "She has always been like this." In the voice, with a touch of pride, a touch of satisfaction, a touch of unclear unclear joy And love pity.
The old man put another needle in Chen Rong’s side abdomen, and his fingers swiftly twirled. He glanced at Wang Hong and said,
When you care about this woman, you can sigh. Your thief lives. High, I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.

Wang Hong does not answer.
As time went by, the old and old movements became faster and faster, and the number of gold needles inserted in Chen Rong was also increasing. When the nine golden needles shine in the candlelight, he has his head sweat faint, his lips closed, and where can he talk to Wang Hong again?
I don't know how long it took, the old man said, "Okay." He said, he pulled the needle.
When he reached the fifth, a low, dark, squeaky sound, slowly, Chen Rong’s eyelids smashed, slowly, she opened a pair of sound eye.
Just as her eyes opened, she only heard a loud bang. The old man took a jump and looked back, but he saw Wang Hong slamming the ground. He seems to want to stand up, the hand that is on the ground, because the force is too big, the blue veins are exposed. Rao is always smiling on his face. Rao is falling to the ground. His back is still straight and his style is still graceful. But he has supported four or five times and he has not been able to stand up.
The old man first widened his eyes, turned around, and laughed loudly.