Chapter 119: Being prescribed

This sapphire cup is extremely beautiful, the neck is thin and long, the belly is full and round, and the belly is carved, and a crane is also carved. The crane mouth is the cup edge.
The water in the jade cup is clear and jasper-colored, and it is very beautiful when it is lightly swayed.
Chen Rong saw such a noble and extraordinary thing. She reached out and shook it and smiled. "It is a taste."
From the end to the mouth, gently sip a bite.
The taste of the pulp, the entrance is a bit bitter, after a bit of bitterness, Chen Rong smiled: "It is delicious." Then he took another sip.
The prostitute saw her taste delicious, blessed and slowly retreated.
After a while, she walked down the stairs and walked over to the woven sister, covering her mouth and laughing: "Drink."
The woven sister nodded and said: "Without the media, I didn't hire him to follow Shia, and I don't know if it was a few times." After thinking about it, my family was lost."
She underestimated the word "石闵", whether it is this surname or the tone, it reveals a kind of contempt in the bones.
The young prostitute heard the words and nodded. Just now, she gave a young girl a blissful drink that was only available in the Qinglou Chu Hall. However, she or her sister is a disapproving expression.
It seems that without the consent of the deaf, the matter of moving people around him is not worth mentioning... In fact, in Jiankang, such a thing is indeed not worth mentioning.
The scholar-officials are beautiful in their debauchery. If there is a accomplices who have not told you to move their own Ji Yun, they will all smile. If they are free and easy, they will also send a pair of dowry and a thin wine to celebrate.
The two sisters stayed in Wang's family for many years. For them, their Lang Jun is willing to move someone else's Ji Yun, which is really a big deal for face.
Of course, there are also people who don't know the time. Shi Chong, who was in the past, couldn't bear a green bead. When others ask for it, it is not only incomplete, but also stern. Under that kind of social atmosphere, Shi Chong’s refusal is undoubtedly a slap in the face of others.
Therefore, he was hated by the other party. In the end, the wealth of the richest man in this room was robbed, and people were killed. The beloved Ji Zhu green beads also fell off the building and died.
After talking for a while, the young prostitute retired and walked to the attic where Chen Rong was. The older woven sister, holding the tray, came to the courtyard where Wang Hong was.
After a while, she came to the courtyard. Listening to the leisurely sounds from inside, Zhijie asked a guard: "Lang Jun is good?"
The guard should say: "It is with Kuro Kuro."
The woven sister took a step forward and bowed down to a wooden pallet. She respectfully said: "This is the five stone scattered from Jiankang. I wonder if the guests taste it?"
The guard nodded and stepped back, and his right hand stretched out. "Go in."
The woven sister responded.
In the bamboo house, Wang Hong, who is in white, is bowing his head and plucking the piano. At his side, he is squatting on the front and staring at the Jiu Jilang who is fascinated by the front.
The woven sister approached, and the tray in her hand was put down, and she was blessed. She stepped back and said softly: "Lang Jun, Jiu Lang, the enemy is currently, when life and death are in the blink of an eye, why not the gods are nothing?"
When she said this, the Kyuro turned around.
He glanced at the woven sister and looked at the five stones scattered on the table. He said, "It’s a good talk." He said that he took one.
Wang Hong is still playing the piano.
The woven sister slowly retreated and she came to the courtyard. Looking at the micro side, from time to time, I glanced at the room.
After a while, the piano stopped.
At this time, the woven sister muttered: "Lang Jun served five stone scattered." The voice is low and light.
As soon as the sound fell, she shouted: "Good wine."
"Yes."
The two prostitutes walked in with the wine cellar. Soon after they entered, a burst of clothes and a sound of kisses came.
In this kind of sound, the footsteps of a person walking towards the doorway.
It was Wang Hong who came out. As soon as he walked out, he turned back and covered the door. At this time, his face was reddish. The woven sister quickly stepped forward and helped him open the belt.
Wang Hong opened his clothes, draped his hair, and strode forward.
The woven sister came forward and said behind him: "Lang Jun can bathe?"
Because after taking five stones, it will be hot. At this time, if you take a cold shower, it will be quite comfortable.
Wang Hong nodded and said, "Alright." His voice was hoarse and his eyes were brighter than usual.
Under the service of Zhidie, Wang Hong washed a cold shower and relaxed his clothes. He walked slowly to the steps, reached for the bamboo railings, and looked up at the sky.
At this moment, the weather is late, in the sky, only a few stars, a bright moon.
The woven sister came forward. "Lang Jun, are you going to walk?"
Wang Hong nodded and walked slowly down the steps.
This time, the woven sister walked in front.
After a circle outside, Zhijie took Wang Hong to the attic. She smiled at him and smiled and said: "Lang Jun, the moon is like water, and the scenery is the best."
After taking the five stone scattered, Wang Hong is a little lazy, not to mention the fact that this woven sister is very reasonable. From the attic to see the scenery, the entire courtyard is completely in sight, so the moon is shining, the scenery is so good- -
The woven sister is the old man around him. He is very clear about his family's preferences. Therefore, her words and deeds are even in line with Wang Hong's wishes.
Wang Hong nodded and walked to the attic.
After a while, "Oh," he pushed the bamboo door.
As the bamboo door opened, the night wind was involved, almost suddenly, Wang Hong lived.
He didn't look at the room in an instant, only to see the curtains fluttering in the room, and the gauze danced. In a plain and elegant, a beautiful woman apparently just bathed, she stood barefoot in the tub, a series of mischievous drops of water, and also flowed deep into the jade neck along her corner.
Hearing the sound of the opening of the bamboo door, the beauty stayed, she tilted her head and looked at Wang Hong strangely. It was only at this time that she was confused, so looking at Wang Hong’s dawn was also a fascination.
This beauty, only a thin, wide, yellow-red robes. She stood there so pretty, the jade belt was loose, the clothes were half-open, and the small face was bright and radiant, and the lips were slightly smeared.
Wang Hongchao glanced at her, her eyes turned uncontrollably to her white neck, and the white neck of the jade neck rose...
A string of crystal water drops, in the corner of the candlelight, from the moonlight shining through the door, slowly sliding into the neck of the jade white, sliding over the snowy double hills, sliding into the deep gully between the hills ......
I stared at it. Wang Hong swallowed a slobber.
This beauty is Chen Rong.
She never thought that she would see Wang Hong at this time, she was stunned. The brain that didn't know when it turned into chaos didn't even notice it, and his spring was leaking.
The young prostitute was standing in the corner. She saw the scene, smiled and walked quietly down the corner. In fact, even if she swayed out, the two standing in the room and at the door would not pay attention to her existence.
The prostitute and Wang Hong passed by and went out of the attic.
She stood on the stairs and looked back at the stupid, stupid Wang Hong, who couldn’t help but smile and secretly said:
I still don't think it is right now. This little aunt is a really stunner. Just bathing, just changing the robes that suit her skin color, the whole person is changed, turned into a fox-like demon.
That looks like that, it’s arrogant, I’m afraid that Jiankang’s first beauty’s tolerance is standing on one side, and it’s not as good. Such a woman, no wonder men like it.
Just then, Wang Hong took a step inside.
Seeing him inside, the prostitute sneaked forward and gently covered the door.
Chen Rong saw Wang Hong enter, I don't know why, she was a little ashamed of his gaze, and she took a small face and stepped back. She glanced at him with a wink and whispered, "Wu Lang, you How come in?"
The sound is a complaint, but it sounds a bit squeaky. It is just a whisper. When I export, I hear it soft and hoarse, as if whispering.
Chen Rong was shocked by his own voice.
However, she was only shocked. Her brain was unable to stay awake. The heat from the body also made her feel a sneak peek and an unknown desire for Wang Hong’s stepping in.
When I heard the voice of Chen Rong, Wang Hong’s bright and bright voice was instantly deep. Unknowingly, his handsome face is redder, and at the same time, his breathing is a bit heavy.
He was still staring at Chen Rong and walking towards her step by step.
Chen Rong stepped back one step further.
This retreat was a bit unstable, and she looked back. After a bang, Chen Rong grievances to him and said: "Don't go."
The sound was soft and lazy. Just finished, she felt that her lips were a little dry, so she extended her lilac tongue and licked it.
As the little tongue swept across the sleek, rich lips, Wang Hong swallowed his mouth unconsciously.
He looked at her and whispered, "Arong."
The sound was a bit dull, the gas was a bit rough, and there was no cold in the past.
Chen Rong squinted his head, his eyes wide open, and he looked at him with a sparkling look. The red lips looked like a kiss, and she said, "Well."
This word is as straight as the night, where is still talking, clearly is the desire to spit out from the throat.
Wang Hong’s throat rolled down. He showed a bitter smile and asked, "How are you here?"
Chen Rong is still on the side, her eyes are blurred, the gorgeous face is faintly looking at him, and replies: "Don't you want me to come back?"
The sound is so swaying, just like the demon of the soul.
Unknowingly, Wang Hong reached out on several occasions and he dropped his eyes.
As he bowed his head, a half-dry hair fell down the forehead, and his left eye was covered in the darkness by candlelight.
At this moment, Chen Rong suddenly called: "Seven Lang." The sound is a bit big, but the tail sounds and the affection is infinite.
Wang Hong, who kept his head down and held a few, rolled his throat again. He didn't look up, just said hard: "What?"
Chen Rong gasped, muttering, softly said: "Don't come over, you can't come."