Chapter 171: Not the same

Chen Rong stared at the word on the envelope, looked and looked at it, and finally turned back and said to a few Jingwei: "You keep up with me."
"Yes."
Sun Yan saw that she was so careful, and she said: "Arong is overly careful."
Chen Rong waved his hand and gestured to the carriage to come here. He said to Sun Yan: "Not careful. On the same day, in Nanyang, someone used to lie to me to travel."
Sun Yanyi asked, "Who did it?"
Chen Rong shook his head and said, "I don't know." Suddenly, she smiled. "At the time, I only had a Chen Yuan family and I wanted to come to them."
Sun Yan frowned. "How can you not know such a big event? Right, isn't Chen Yuan’s family also going to Jiankang? I will ask tomorrow." He also met Chen Yuan and others, this one is now very Lonely, to ask the status of Sun Yan, sending a servant is enough.
Chen Rong nodded. At this time her carriage had already drove, Chen Rong jumped out of the carriage, saw her get on the bus, and Sun Yan climbed into his carriage.
The hand climbed on the rut. Sun Yan looked back at Chen Rong and said, "Arong, you are so embarrassed," he said seriously. "The kind of person is an insatiable villain. If she dares to provoke you, I will Shocked
Chen Rong just sat down and couldn’t help but turn to Sun Yan. Looking at him, she slowly smiled. This smile, with warmth and gratitude from the heart, Sun Yan is embarrassed, he touched the back of the skull, and turned into the carriage to sit.
The two separated.
Chen Rong has gone a hundred steps, and Ping Yi and Shang Yi have already arrived. Seeing her from afar, the servants rushed and called: "girl girl"
Chen Rong looked up and saw a tearful eye. He could not help but smile and said, "What is it?"
Shang Hao took a deep look at her, and said with a trembling voice: "Congratulations to the girl." He went to worship in the direction of the palace, and trembled: "Thanks to Ron."
At the time of Shang Lan’s salute, Ping Yi and others also performed a mess in a mess.
Chen Rong saw this face, which was so excited that he couldn't add any more. He looked at the eyes that came from time to time and said: "Okay, go back to the government and say."
"Yes."
Seeing Shang Yi’s approaching the carriage, Chen Rong said lowly:
Those treasures, find a chance to take them out.

Shang Hao understands that this girl has gotten a lot of money and has to use money everywhere. He quickly nodded.
At this time, the carriage was low and low and called: "Girl."
Chen Rong looked at her.
Hiratsuka approached her and whispered, "Girl, Lang Jun and Xiao Langjun came over." In Chen Rong's big eyes, she said softly: "Lang Jun has taken the woman."
Speaking in one sentence, Chen Rong smiled.
Pingyi quickly reminded, "Girl, slave, fear that the evil woman will not easily give up, has placed Lang Jun in the Taoist temple."
Chen Rong heard a cold smile and said, "I don't care a few rogues, what is terrible?" She is never a non-benevolent person, and the evil woman is safe. She dares to make trouble. There are a few lives.
Hiratsuka said happily: "Yes, who is my girl, I am not afraid of her."
She said here, looking at Chen Rong satisfactorily, secretly swearing: the girl was so eager to value, not only to give Tianzi Zhuangzi, but even to allow her as a Tao Gu, she has a noodle... This is not to say, the girl can have Future generations to inherit these wealth?
The girl will have her own descendants, which is a good thing for Ping and other servants. When they want to come, in this world, the husband is far less reliable than the child. As long as there is a son who is dependent on the elderly, she marries and does not marry, does she have a husband, what is the relationship?
At this time, Hiratsuka even rejoiced the girl's insistence. If she married someone, she would be a nobleman for Wang Qi, and she would never have the scenery of today.
Chen Rong’s eyes glimpsed, and when he saw the servants, they all smiled and couldn’t keep their mouths open.
It is only her own, far less happy than the servants: the ancients are accompanied by the father, her current status is far less secure than the servants thought.
Chen Rong took the servants back to the government, introduced them to the public, and confessed to the servants. He continued to carry ten Jingwei and headed for the sleeve wind.
After such a delay, the sun has set, and the night fog began to shroud between heaven and earth.
Jiankang this place, regardless of how the world is chaotic, it has always been flat. Therefore, it is clear that the people around here have become habits. Especially this night, it is the time of carnival enjoyment.
In the streets, when the lights are everywhere, it is next to the wooden bridge, and the river is floating with lanterns. Even in the sky, there are also Kongming lanterns.
Under the numerous lights, it is the shadow of the clothes.
Chen Rong’s carriage slowly walked on the street, listening to the people around him, and greeted a gaze from time to time. She suddenly found out that she had not experienced this silence for a long time.
The carriage drove past the alley where Qingyunzhuang was located and began to drive into another street.
The bustling street is far better than the lane. Looking from afar, the red lights and the bright beauty make up the stunning scenery.
When Chen Rong stood up and looked at it with gusto, almost suddenly, the two shadows rushed out and stopped in front of her carriage.
The two men rushed in, and the ‘嗖嗖’ two long handles were blocked, but they were the two Jingweis who were in front of the horse.
In the cold light, a familiar, flattering voice said: "Don't, don't, I am the son of Arong." The dark shadow that came in front called here, and the voice was mentioned, facing Chen Rong in the carriage. Called: "Arong, it’s me. Oh, it’s really hard to see you this time."
It is the voice of Chen Yuan.
Chen Rongyi looked at it and fixed his eyes. When her eyes passed, Chen Yuan shrank back and hid the patch under the right sleeve.
Chen Rong nodded to the two Jingwei, so that after they removed the long squat, she stared at the eyebrows, faintly, staring coldly at Chen Yuan and Chen Sanlang, and micro-finger, and asked: "I don't know Chen Gongqian. Come, what can you teach?"
She did not call Chen Yuan the uncle.
Chen Yuan heard that the muscles on his face jumped and he grinded his teeth in a dark manner, but his smile on his face was more charming. In fact, Chen Rong is still a monk. He is a monk, and he is separated from the mundane things. She does not call him a patriarch. He can't say a word of accusation.
Chen Yuan accompanied the laughter and strode to Chen Rong’s carriage. Seeing that it was close to Chen Rong, Chen Rong looked at him with a wink, two screams, two squats, and two Jingwei sang at the same time: "Stand up."
These two Jingwei, but used to be used to the Royal. Although the combat power is still unknown, this is the power of the prestige, it is already a pure fire, they drink, obviously not ringing, but the ice is cold and majestic, or Chen Yuan, who has seen many worlds, has a soft knee and almost fell to the ground. As for Chen Sanlang behind Chen Yuan, he saw this style in the morning, but he stayed behind and dared not go forward.
Seeing Chen Yuan almost stumbled, Chen Rong’s face was full of joy and no anger. For Chen Yuan, a young man who once squatted under his own hands and stole a life, even the atmosphere did not dare to scream, extremely humble, weak women, so condescendingly looked at themselves, but also made himself almost ugly. That humiliation, like a tide, came straight, this moment, his face became blue and purple.
Chen Rong quietly admired Chen Yuan’s hatred and humbleness. He slowly lifted his chin and said with elegance and arrogance: "If Chen Gong has nothing to do, please let Hong Yunzi not accompany him."
After all, she said faintly: "Go."
"It's slow and slow." Chen Yuan screamed with a laugh. This time, before he spoke, Chen Sanlang, who was standing behind, opened his mouth low. "Father, useless."
He looked down and pulled Chen Yuan's sleeves and said, "It's useless. If you don't have any use, why bother?"
When Chen Yuanyi stayed, Chen Rong’s carriage was already going away. Looking at the smoke passing by the car, Chen Yuan's face was blue and purple. He bit his teeth and bit his teeth, and made a low scream from the throat.
For a while, Chen Yuan said with a gnashing voice: "Do you think that the father is willing to bow to this monk? Kesang, now we can only ask her, can only ask her."
He was red-eyed and looked at Chen Sanlang with resentment. "The Ying Ying Wang, but the famous violent. You offended him this time, he will not spare you. The Chen family will not let us even the door." See, even Awei does not let us take a look. Now, in addition to asking for this slogan, who can we ask? Saburo, who can we ask for?"
Chen Wei can stay in Chen Fu, or Chen Gongyi looks at the face of Yan. What makes Chen Yuan really hate is that these people are Chen Gongzhao... It’s really ruthless, and it’s really a broken thing, even if you don’t even let your family go into the house.
In his hoarse questioning, Chen Sanlang bowed his head.
Chen Yuan took the direction of Chen Rongyuan and his voice calmed down. He said in a dumb voice: "This voyage is in the Taoist Temple from day to night. The Taoist priest is held by the people of Wang, and we ran countless times. I can't see it. I finally waited for her here..."
Waiting for him to finish, Chen Sanlang, who is head down, said: "Father, the child is wrong."
Chen Yuan reached out and caressed his head and said, "No, it is also for the father to see the goods, and they can't control the disgust in their hearts. They live their feet. This is no wonder you."
After a pause, he gritted his teeth and said, "Come in the morning. This is how a woman is a woman, and it can be done by touting two sentences."
Chen Sanlang nodded, and the father and son turned their heads and walked forward with a shallow foot.
As the carriage slowly moved, Chen Rong’s gentle voice came. "The order is going on. I will see the two men in the future and drive away. I don't want to see them."
Ten Jingwei screamed: "Yes."
The voices of the ten people are neat and powerful, crisp and spirited. Chen Rongrao was the master of the previous life and now he heard it, but he still could not help but give birth to a feeling of being above.
She leaned back and quietly looked at the fireworks on both sides of the street, letting a heart slowly return to peace.
Just then, in front of her, there was a deep and powerful drum sound.
The drums, bleak, seem to come from the sky.
Chen Rongshun’s reputation is gone.
Just as she looked up, there was a black lacquered sky in front, a little, two,..., five or six, bright red and bright lights lit up like stars.
Just as Chen Rong looked at the light in the sky with a strange look, almost all of a sudden, all the lights in front of her lit up at the same time, instantaneously, on the dark sky, a loft made up of Chinese lights appeared in front of her eyes.
In the attic, under the Chinese lanterns, a long leg is tall, like a crane that is over the sky, and the beautiful and impeccable youth is in front of everyone.
And the drums, it is this young man who knocked out. As the drums swelled, the youth's lean and powerful muscles, under the wide sleeves, exercised a beautiful rhythm.
Rao is Chen Rong who is used to Wang Hong and other people. When he saw the young man, he could not help but stay. Hearing the screams and cheers in the attic, Chen Yu curiously asked, "Who is he?"
A Jingwei looked at the young man with respect and replied: "He is the son of Chen County Xie, and he is the old man who worships Xie Heting."
"It's him."
Chen Rong has heard it. She nodded and she regained her gaze.
In the screams of the girls, and the sound of the drums, her carriage slowly passed.
Behind him, there is a bustling world. Chen Rong looks up at the white clouds in the sky and whispers: "No wonder so many people yearn for Jiankang."
Walking on the front left side, the baby face’s Jingwei heard the words, grinned and said:
Yes, the world is very fashionable, Jiankang will occupy eight points.

He looked at Chen Rong and smiled: "The girl is now in a different identity. If the chances are good, maybe I can get in touch with some of the handsome and handsome people."
What about him? Chen Rong glanced at him and laughed and said nothing.
This road, Chen Rong did not urge, everyone went slowly, so stop and go, when it came to the sleeve of the wind spring, the sky is too late, the moon has been on the willow head.
"Girl, it’s over." They really didn't know how to call Chen Rong, and they followed the name of Ping Yu Shang and others. Arrived?
Chen Rong said with a whisper, "I will walk down."
"Yes."
Chen Rong jumped off the carriage and walked slowly.
Walking through a row of woods, her footsteps are a meal.
The five pavilions in the Sleeveless Spring are empty.
However, on the right side of the water, there is a light like a bean.
Hey, in the light and faint light, a similarly shadowy figure squats.
The wind, rolled up his robes and big sleeves, also rolled up in his body, rising and falling four or five fireflies.
The moonlight in the sky is like a vent, and the white clothes in the water are like a dream.
He used to come long ago...
Chen Rong stopped and said lowly: "It's okay, let's go back."
"Yes."
Chen Rong walked forward.
Going to the edge of the pool, a leaf boat downloads the floating load at the foot. Chen Rong jumped down and picked up the bamboo poles and drifted away toward the man.
In a blink of an eye, she came to his side.
Looking at him so close, Chen Rong saw for the first time that this is always a smile, and the beautiful face of a beautiful teenager has a shallow sloppy face.
This kind of desolate, very shallow and very shallow, very light and light, but somehow, so that Chen Rong's heart is a bit tight.
She quickly turned her head and re-armed herself.
In the evening breeze, the robe was in the air, and he looked at the waves of the moonlight, and said lowly, "You are late."
Chen Rong licked her lips for a while, she was preparing to say that you have not made an appointment with me. His pure watery sound line, if there is nothing to float, "This is the first time."
He turned his head slowly, and the clear eyes gleamed in the darkness.
He looked at Chen Rong, and Chen Rong once again saw sorrow from his eyes.
Chen Rong bite his lip and whispered, "I..."
Just spit out a word, he gracefully reached out to her, gentle, like a whisper, "Come, swim with me."
Chen Rong hesitated for a moment, or put his hand on his palm.
As soon as the delicate fingers are put in, he is gently combined. When the warm skin touches, he gently pulls it.
Chen Rong jumped into his boat with the tide.
As soon as she jumped in, he put down her hand and turned to look at the black peaks in the distance. He said lowly, "Please ask me to hold the boat for me."
Chen Rong bowed his head and bent down to pick up the bamboo pole.
As the bamboo poles support, the canoe rushes out like an arrow, splashing a string of water in the silver light.
Supported a few times, Chen Rong looked at him. As if she knew that she was watching herself, he whispered: "Arong, can you listen to the flute?"
Without waiting for her answer, he had taken the jade flute out of the wide sleeve and put it on his lips.
The flute is swaying.
Chen Rong lowered his head and looked at the broken moon in the water, and the reflection of the two. Every time he went down, he shattered the three shadows, then closed them and shred them.
At this moment, between the heavens and the earth, only the sound of the flute is like a water.
I don't know what time this evening.
Slowly, the flute stops.
At this time, the boat has swayed into the river. Chen Rong looked up and looked at her own figure, biting her lip and whispering, "Why don't you see your servant?"
No one answered.
Chen Rong bowed her head and she concentrated on the boat. At this time, they gradually entered the mountains and listened to the screaming worms coming from the forests on both sides. Chen Rong said lowly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty asked me."
She lowered her head and smiled slowly. She said softly: "He said that many people mentioned his marriage to him." Suddenly, she smiled again and again. "He also told me whether to quietly establish a sacred purpose. He made a big stroke and made a jade, which made me your mother."
"I refused."
Chen Rong looked up at him, his eyes were bright, his smile was clear and there was no regrets. "I said, it was married, and I couldn't sit in that position."
In her clear, unobtrusive gaze, the jade flute is placed on the lips, as if the beautiful boy outside the wandering object, slowly turned back.
In the darkness, his eyes are bright and bright, like the Milky Way in the sky.
He looked at her. Slowly, he smiled.
This laugh is like a spring breeze, and the faint sorrow and sadness are all swept away.
When the finger is hooked, the jade flutes into the sleeve, and Wang Hong looks at Chen Rong gently, and the voice is like water. "I know."
He looked at her with a smile, and the white clothes were ethereal. Ling Bo wanted to go. "You can't get one hour after you are sealed, and you have a purpose."
Chen Rongqi has big eyes.
In her curiosity, in the eyes of uneasiness, Wang Hong bends his eyes like a crescent moon. "He rewarded three beautiful teenagers and wanted to give it to you."
In Chen Rong’s instantly wide-eyed eyes, his pure voice is like a flowing spring, mixed in the river, and it is very beautiful. "But it didn't go to... I made the Princess of Qinglin, and I stopped."