Chapter 76: Chen Rong’s festival

Wang Hong looked at Chen Rong’s carriage and smiled shallowly. "Let's go down."
Chen Rongqi opened the curtain, and the bright face appeared in front of him. At this time, her face was a bit whitish, apparently the scene she had just made her unsettled.
Wang Hong looked at her and didn't ask, so she turned around and walked long sleeves. "Go in."
The servants walked behind him behind him. Chen Rong is also among them.
She sat in the corner of the study, lowered her head, and saw the sun shining through the door, shining in the void in front of her, floating dust rising and falling in the light, like life. Chen Rong looked at the light and unknowingly went to see it.
I don't know how long it took, a person's shadow blocked her in front of her, and blocked the light.
Chen Rong looked up. She was on Wang Hong’s gentle eyes.
He stared at her, slowly leaning forward, slowly extending his fingers and stroking her white face.
His fingers have not arrived yet, his body temperature will come, and Chen Rong hangs his eyes, instinctively wants to avoid backwards, but forced himself to move. However, unconsciously, her chest was so sulking because she held her breath for too long.
His hand was like a spring breeze, and it was on her face. The long, white fingers slid away, the owner of the finger smiled and said softly: "I am not careful, look, this hair is glued to the face. The sound line is shallow, gentle and clear, just like the flowing spring, just like the night wind, gently passing by.
His hand was taken away.
Chen Rong, who has been holding his breath, secretly spits out a sullen gas. At this moment, there is a feeling of disappointment or relaxation in her heart.
Wang Hong moved to the couch and sat down opposite her. He didn't lift his head, and he whispered: "Prepare the wine! In the last half of the day, I will be drunk with the beauty!"
The last half day? Chen Rong looked up. She fixedly looked at him, and the cherry lips moved.
Wang Hong didn't look at her. He picked up the jug and acted gracefully to fill himself and her. At this moment, the sun shone on his white and beautiful face, making the shallow fluff, the gentle smile, Clearly visible.
Chen Rong hangs down his eyes.
The last half day. Yes, when he was alive, he was killed and killed when the city of tomorrow was broken! At that time, the Xianbei Hu people clamored for the death of the three soldiers. The past and her, the last and only impression of Wang Qilang, was that the Hu people used gold as a shackle, Jin Yuyu, and sent his bones back to Jiankang. The actions of the Hu people alarmed the whole world. You must know that in the hearts of the Han people, the Hu people have no humanity and are human-eating. Such a breed of animals, to a centennial celebrity, to a teenager who has not yet crowned, so respectfully, and sent to his bones in a solemn manner, is an incredible thing. In the following ten years, the Jin people talked about Wang Hongshi, they were puzzled, and everything about him was completely puzzled.
In this world, she sat opposite him, either for her own sake or for him. For the promise she had promised when she was rescued in Nanyang, she could not let him die, she refused!
Just as Chen Rong was thinking, her little hand was warm. It was Wang Hong who took the glass and put it in her palm.
His hand did not move away. The slender fingers, gently hooking her middle finger, even, still rubbing gently.
With his movements, an unusually soft and slick entry. Chen Rongqiang endured and did not take back his fingers.
Wang Hong hangs down, his long eyelashes are slightly converging, giving him a handsome and unparalleled, radiant face, adding two small curved shadows. He focused on her fingers and asked, "Why did you come here?" The voice was very light and very light, like a night wind blowing through the heavens and the earth.
Chen Rong licked his lips for a while and didn't know how to answer him.
Wang Hong looked up and he stared at her face intently, waiting for her answer.
Half a sigh, Chen Rong swallowed and swallowed, and said dryly: "Jun is not, fearing that Nanyang Wang is not good for me." At this moment, her heart has poured out more than a dozen answers, but she did not think of it, at the end, she gave His is the most indifferent and unpleasant reason.
Wang Hong laughed low. He smacked her and gently wrapped it. While rubbing her fingertips with her fingertips, he said casually and extremely softly: "To get rid of Nanyang Wang." , Arong is even willing to go to this mortal bureau?"
His movements were very gentle and gentle. His fingertips were a bit thick, so he was so stunned that her fingertips were trembling. This tremor has been trembled to the apex of the heart.
Chen Rong bit his lip and suppressed the strangeness of his heart. He whispered, "Not necessarily a must-have!" She said here, quietly carrying it and looking at Wang Hong.
Wang Hongjun’s face was faint, and he did not seem to hear the ambiguity in Chen Rong’s tone. Just a smile. Slowly, he let go of her hand and stood up.
Just as he stood up, Chen Rong discovered that the man in front of him suddenly became distant and ethereal. Just now, he also let her think that they are so close, but just blink of an eye, Chen Rong suddenly found out that he is still the white clouds in the sky, and she is still the falling leaves!
Wang Hong stood up straight and looked down at Chen Rong. His smile was faint and alienated. "Arong will be tired when he comes from afar. Let's take a break." After that, he swung his sleeves and turned gracefully.
Looking at him gradually drifting away, gradually disappearing into the back of the sun, Chen Rong passed straight for a long time, only in the empty study room, "Yes."
After that, Chen Rong slowly sat down. Until now, her legs are still soft, and her heart is also a bit confused because she is facing Wang Hong again. She needs a quiet person.
After half an hour, Chen Rong walked out of the study.
At this moment, outside the city wall, the Hu people screamed, the sound of the horses screamed, and the voices of the people mixed together, which was very noisy.
In addition to a few nieces in the courtyard, there are only a few sluts.
Chen Rong waved a prostitute and said, "Give me a set of clothes for your family."
The prostitute did not bother to ask her the reason, bowed her head and ran to the dormitory.
After a while, a set of light green and a set of white robes were placed in front of Chen Rong. The prostitute said in a whisper: "These are the old clothes of Shiro. Which one is the girl thinking about?"
Chen Rongdao: "Light green."
From a very small time, Chen Rong did not like to wear plain clothes. First, she couldn't wear that kind of pure cleanness. Secondly, this is the costume of the untouchables. She doesn't like it.
I took the clothes and saw the prostitute turned to leave. Chen Rongming said: "Give me makeup." Then she sat down in front of the bronze mirror.
The prostitute gave her a heartless heart and came behind her and asked, "What kind of hairstyle does the girl have to comb?"
"The clothes are men's clothing, and the hair style is also a man's hair style. Right, you will talk to the public and tell you, only Lang Jun, no girl!"
When the woman stayed, she asked, "Why?" When she asked for the exit, she immediately thought of the reason and quickly said: "Yes."
After a while, Chen Rong, who was dressed as a teenager, appeared before the bronze mirror. To be honest, Chen Rong is not successful in disguising his men's clothing. Her facial features are too bright and her body is too good. No matter how big the robes are, I wear them on my body. But the war is just around the corner, and she doesn't have to care about these details.
Chen Rongchao glanced at himself in the mirror and strode out.
When she walked out of the courtyard, she found that the shadows on the aisles were sparse. She saw several servants, but also ran, seemingly anxious and chaotic. It seems that the entire city government, the most calm and the most peaceful, is still the courtyard of Wang Qilang.
After walking for a while, Chen Rong saw a servant of the palace, and quickly asked: "Where is the Seven Lang?"
The servant came and went in a hurry, and did not look at who was questioning, and waved his hand: "On the city tower."
"Thank you."
Chen Rong strode to the tower.
After a while, she saw Wang Qilang, who stood on the high tower, white and wins the snow.
This is a very strange thing. It is obvious that he is surrounded by people in front of him. But he stood there, and Chen Rong felt that the sky was high and the sky was high. Only the Iraqis were independent.
Chen Rong went behind Wang Qilang. Unlike Wang Qilang, who looked to the horizon, Chen Rong looked down at the Hu people under the city.
This is the Nancheng Gate. The Hu people below are densely packed and have tens of thousands. The tens of thousands of Hu people squatted under the city, some cooked rice, and some three or five groups gathered together and laughed. At first glance, it looked very chaotic. When you look closely, Chen Rong immediately noticed that the queues of these Hu people were neat, the armor was in the body, and the weapons never left.
After Chen Rong stared at the following moment, he suddenly said, "Ichiro, I thought, this door has a lifeline!"
She suddenly made a noise, and she just woke up Wang Hong. He turned his head. Seeing Chen Rong, his eyes are bright, his mouth is shallow and faint. Squinting her head and staring at her quietly, Wang Hong suddenly reached out and waved at her. "I wish to bring my hand!" When he said this, the tone was a bit strange, his expression was abnormal, and he seemed to be doing it. Some kind of promise.
Chen Rong can't reach out. She smiled at him and stared at his eyes and said seriously: "Siluo, we can get out of the south gate." She turned to the city gate, her right hand pointed, and said, "Shenlang, look, left and right. And there are Hu people in the middle and rear, is it different?"
She heard the words back. Chen Rong turned around.
Wang Hongzheng leaned his head and looked at her quietly.
In the sunset, Chen Rongyan's beautiful face is dyed with a layer of gold. Her eyes are so bright. The young skin is so energetic. It is the figure hidden under the wide clothes, and there is also a suppressed passion. And vitality.
Wang Hong took back his gaze and looked at the city. He said: "There is an abnormality. What does Arong think?"
Chen Rongzheng wants to answer, a footstep sound came, accompanied by footsteps, is a clear laughter, "Ichiro is in Ah? Well, is this Lang Jun?" The voice is a bit suspicious.
Chen Rong turned his head and went to the middle of the middle age, the Moyang city owner who was leisurely.
Even if the war is imminent, the city will be broken. The face of this scholar-official is also a smile. It seems that he is not facing a life-and-death, but a banquet and a poetry.
Chen Rong stepped forward and wanted to answer.
She still hasn't opened her mouth, and Wang Hong walked behind her and reached out. He was so casual and scattered, and naturally put his hand on her shoulder and smiled and said: "He, my Qing, come today and go to die with me."
Chen Rong froze. The smile she had hung on her face, the greeting she just wanted to blurt out, was stunned. She never thought that Wang Hong would give such an answer!
The main eyes of Moyang City are bright. He looked up and down toward Chen Rong, stroking the long beard and nodding his head and said: "If you look like a virgin, you can look beautiful, there is such a Qingqing. It’s no wonder that Wang Qilang, who is famous in the world, is willing to break his sleeve."
Speaking of this, Moyang City Lord looked at the Hu people under the city and murmured: "I am not as good as Qilang. On this Huangquan Road, there is no one."
He felt self-satisfied, did not find Chen Rong at this time, his expression was sluggish, his legs were soft, and the whole person had to pass out.
Just as Chen Rong was soft afterwards, her waist was warm, but Wang Hong helped her. He gently held her, lovingly put her in her arms, thin lips against her cheeks, spit out a warm breath, said softly: "Qing Qing is unwell?"
Chen Rong did not have the strength to answer. At this time, she closed her eyes in pain.
To be honest, this time she came to Moyang City, one is to avoid the disaster, and the second is because she knows the beginning and end of this battle! She believes that as long as she grasps well, as long as things are still following the path of past life, she can take Wang Hong and take Sun Yan to escape birth! Therefore, she does not come out in the carriage. She wears men's clothing, which is for the sake of the future, but also wants to keep the festival. Still thinking, after the success, the whole body retreats.
But at this moment, Wang Hong's arm rested on her waist, his chest against her back, his lips stuck on her cheek. Poor she, when she died on her own, was still a virgin, not so close to any man. This world is good, first he was taken away from the first kiss, and he was put in his arms like this, the left sentence is Qingqing, the right sentence is called. This man is too hateful.
Chen Rong secretly bite his teeth. When she blinked, she looked at the eyes of the Moyang city owner and Wang Hong. At the moment, she gnashed her teeth and immediately became a shy smile.
After squeezing a smile, Chen Rong bowed his head. She pulled his hand locked in her waist. With a light pull, his arm does not move. Chen Rong bit his bite and slammed his force, his arm still motionless. Chen Rongxiu’s eyebrows, a glimpse!
"Hey!" Wang Hong screamed.
The Moyang City Lord turned his head and looked at him and asked, "How?"
Wang Hong’s mouth swelled, shallowly and elegantly smiled:
Nothing, I was bitten by an ant.

The owner of Moyang City laughed and said, "Is not afraid of Qilang’s death, but he is afraid of ants?"
Wang Hong brows his head and said leisurely: "The ant bites people, and the tender meat that is dedicated to people is biting, screaming, and not letting go, of course, afraid." He said in fear, no matter what. Whether it is an expression or a tone, it is a leisurely one.
Moyang City Lord laughed.
At this time, Wang Hong bowed his head. He smiled lightly, tenderly containing Chen Rong's earlobe, sucking and kissing, and asked in a sultry tone: "Is Qingqing afraid of death, or is it afraid of the pain of the ant?"