Chapter 202: Wang Hong’s pain

This night, Chen Rong woke up several times and retched twice.
A few months ago, she had no signs of pregnancy, and now she was injured. The discomfort in the stomach could not be covered.
Tossed a few times until she was ugly and she fell asleep.
After sleeping for less than an hour, Chen Rong woke up again.
After she reticked two times, she listened to the outside of the chicken and the human voice, looking at the faint morning color, and could no longer sleep.
Looking over the sky, Chen Rong was unyielding.
The morning light is faint, a mist is shrouded in the heavens and the earth, the trees are shadowed, and the sky seen through the screen window is gray and wide.
I don't know how long it took, a quiet footstep approached her.
Chen Rong blinked and didn't look back. He just looked at it outside and asked hoarsely: "Seven is getting up early."
The footsteps stopped at the credit, and Wang Hong’s low and hoarse voice came. "I can't sleep."
His voice was light and ethereal, as if it came from a distant sky.
Chen Rong didn't look back. She just responded softly... This voice is very light and calm, as if the infatuation that has been engraved into her soul has been quietly gone.
Wang Hong looked at her motionlessly, his white clothes, drifting in the morning breeze.
For a while, he came to her.
Gently walked to the side of the collapse, his voice was soft, "Qing Qing, sleep a little inside."
Chen Rong turned his head slowly.
She looked at Wang Hong.
Her dark and deep black, often seeing him, can not help but rejoice in the eyes, this moment is as quiet as the ancient well.
Chen Rong seems to look at Wang Hong like a stranger. For a while, she moved her lips and murmured: "I want this child."
She dropped her eyes and slowly opened the quilt. Then she stroked her lower abdomen. Looking at the still flat place, Chen Rong said lowly: "I want it."
Wang Hong’s voice is very gentle. "Okay, we want it."
Chen Rong slowly shook his head.
As she shook her head, she clearly felt that the air in the room was cold.
Shaking his head, Chen Rong said lowly: "I just want to ask for it." She seemed to make up her mind. After finishing this sentence, she looked up and glared at her face, her eyes were very dark. Wang Hong, quietly said: "Siluo, we..." She said these four words, Wang Hongteng slammed her right hand and interrupted her words.
He stared at her, his right hand slammed and stretched her wrist tightly. He buckled so tightly that she was so painful that she was so painful.
Tightly clasping her hand, Wang Hong’s voice was very gentle, not only gentle, but also very light and light. "Qing Qing, you are too tired to sleep."
Chen Rong just looked at him calmly and slowly pulled back his hand.
She didn't twitch.
Almost just moving, Wang Hong’s hand was tighter. His face was very white and white. With his lips open, his dark eyes stared straight at Chen Rong. Staring and staring, he smiled softly and said softly: "Qing Qing... I have given up the position of the patriarch, and I have prepared everything after the retreat. I am still good, stay with you for a while, Secretly sort out all the things here, and then quietly leave the city, we go to my old friend to enjoy the moon and enjoy the moon, and when our children are born, by then, the people in Jiankang City should believe that I have the meaning of passing away. It doesn't matter if you kill or kill you, then we will be married again."
His eyes are a bit red, but his smile is extraordinarily extraordinarily gentle. "I am ready, and I have planned it... Is Qingqing still annoyed?"
His hand clutched her hand tightly, his eyes fixed on her face, his smile was extremely gentle.
Chen Rong bowed his head.
She looked at her lower abdomen and slowly closed her eyes.
Her lips moved and moved, but she couldn't say a word.
At this time, Wang Hong's soft voice came again. "Qing Qing, let one let." He released Chen Rong's hand.
Chen Rong carefully moved a little into the inside.
Wang Hong opened her quilt and lay down on the bed. He leaned against the bedpost, and his right hand reached behind to support Chen Rong’s waist. He bowed his head and looked like blue. "Qing Qing, I am wrong. I am really wrong... Did you forget that thing? You should have never happened." it is good?"
His voice is really gentle, and there is a soft nasal sound in the gentleness. This is a delicate tone that can make people sway to the bottom of their hearts.
Chen Rong coveted, she looked at her belly, for a while, she finally spoke, the voice at this moment, hoarse and choked, "Seven Lang. The nine princess stabbed me here," she pointed at the wound, tears in her eyes, "At that time, I really hurt, it hurts. The blood keeps flowing down, her short knife is still inserted, I want to pull it, but I don't dare. Then she told me that the knife was poisoned, she I won't be lucky enough. At that time, I was so scared, Ichiro, I don't want to die, I don't want to die at all. I still have a baby of Qilang? My Qilang is so beautiful, his bones must be extremely smart. How can I not let him die when he is born?"
Two lines of tears flowed down her white, bloodless face and broke into the quilt.
"At the time, I spent all my eyes and I was not stable. I really want to sleep. So I muttered and thought, I am very tired these years, maybe I am better. I think more, I want to sleep more." But here, I remember, if my Qilang knows that I am dead, how sad it is? He is so strong, so overbearing, how can he allow the nine princesses to kill me like this? So I think No, if Qilang sinned the royal family again, he would go nowhere. I rushed up. When I was close to the Nine Princesses, I was afraid of her vigilance. I still smiled. I finally approached her and used her to stab my knife and stab. Into her chest."
Her eyes wide open, tears falling like pearls, one drop, one string.
Sobbing, sobbing, Chen Rong powerless, bitterly, murmured; "Seven Lang, don't you know that I will hurt? You don't know how much I love you and my child?"
Her voice was a bit awkward at this time, and her eyes were a bit hollow, as if she was talking to the air. It is obvious that Wang Hong is by her side, obviously he is holding her, but she is lonely as if she is talking to herself.
Wang Hong looked at Chen Rong, and his heart was big. He reached over his chest and turned his eyes. He let go of his hand and his arms slammed toward Chen Rong.
Carefully tightening her, he bowed his head and kissed the tears on her face like a beaded tear, and swallowed one by one, and Wang Hong muttered: "Arong, I am wrong, I am really wrong. ."
From yesterday to this morning, he made a mistake and said it several times. In the middle of the battle, Wang Hong remembers that this seems to be the first time he admits his mistake. In the past, no matter how extraordinary he did, he never thought about admitting it.
His kiss was a little flustered, and when he kissed her cold lips, he squeezed her teeth with his tongue and sneaked in. While kissing her, he said vaguely: "Arong, you can't do this. You can't let me know when the heart hurts like a twist, and you don't care. You can't..."
He was obviously panicked. He didn't even find Chen Rong's wounds hurting. Even his tears mixed into her tears and he didn't find it.
Wang Hong kissed Chen Rong tightly and deeply penetrated into the depths of her mouth... It seems that this action is needed to make her cold lips warmer and let her face him again as before. He smiled and reached for his neck.
He was really scared. Chen Rong refused twice to him. At that time, she rushed into the army with a white dress. When he found her and asked her to go with him, the blood in the sunset was stained with white, and her eyes were so far away, so indifferent.
Another time, she asked her to kneel, and when she asked her to leave home, she smiled like this. The smile is bright and the eyes are so cold, so far away.
But that twice is different from this one. Twenty times, although he was shocked and depressed, he was heartbroken. But what kind of heartache is it? A smile can be made.
Only this time, he felt embarrassed for the first time... This night, he should have thrown things aside and fall asleep, but he couldn’t sleep. In the candlelight, he turned over the poetry, and even more troubled, he came to the moonlight. Then, he unconsciously came to her room.
He knew that this night, she woke up four times and retched twice. She also told the women to cook her medicine and feed her.
He heard every turn of her and heard her every embarrassment.
He thought, he was so arrogant that Wang Qi, standing outside a woman's room, like what? So he turned and wanted to leave.
But he took a step and stood still. He found that only standing outside the room would be a little more practical. He even went down the steps several times and wanted to push the door. I can take a few steps and I have no entry. It’s ridiculous, he actually has fear and he doesn’t dare to enter.
When Wang Hong searched for thoughts, Chen Rong struggled for a moment and frowned and said: "Pain."
Wang Hong was shocked and quickly released his arm.
He lowered his head and reached for a handkerchief in his arms. He wiped the sweat and tears on Chen Rong's face with a handkerchief. He said lowly: "Arong, the world is like this, it is rare. This time, I am wrong, I regret it too. You let go of it and forget it. Only then can you and me be successful."
Just a blink of an eye, his voice returned to peace and calm, as usual.
Chen Rong moved, his voice was hoarse and vague. "Let it go, forget it?"
"Yes." Wang Hong kissed her lips and said decisively: "Forget it, I know what is wrong, I will not make you look at the moon anymore. If you go to the extreme, you will lose money. The flowers will bloom very brightly." The rain will be violent, and the wind will not last long. The wind is also the same. Arong, the world’s affairs have always been the case, defeated, unsatisfactory, and sinful is the common way, heaven will never give complete perfection to the heavens. If you are obsessed with your heart and you are with me, there is no such thing as a benefit."