Chapter 71

See Chen Rong come over, Hua ground one, a leaf boat breaks through the waves and comes out, Wang Hong's light boat rushes to the shore in a twinkling of an eye.

Wang Hong took two steps and extended his right hand to Chen Rong.

His tall figure rose and fell with the waves. In the sun, his clear eyes were smiling and staring at her tenderly.

Chen Rong's heart beat was so panic that she missed a beat. She quickly looked down to avoid his eyes and thought to herself: this guy is so handsome and has means to women. I have to avoid his eyes to talk with him.

While she was still contemplating, Wang Hong's big white hand had already grasped her small flesh hand.

Holding hands, Chen Rong's little hand trembled again, reflexively trying to pull it back.

At this time, Wang Hong's right hand tightened, preventing her from drawing back.

He held her hand, gently pulled it, and led her to the boat.

However, on the boat, he still did not let Chen Rong go. Instead, he led her to the head of the boat.

Chen Rong stops.

She lowered her head, blushed her cheeks, and cried, "let go."

In the tone with a little armed tough.

Wang Hong turned around, his eyes narrowed slightly at her, and said with a gentle smile, "who is Qing Qing talking to? So hard? "

Chen Rong's face was redder. She bit her lips and said hatefully, "I'm still unmarried."

"Oh." Wang Hong nodded, turned his head and continued to lead her forward. "I know that." It's a look of nonsense.

Chen Rong glanced around. At this glance, she was very angry. She saw seven or eight famous people staring at herself and Wang Hong with a smile. They were all watching the opera.

Chen Rong is so ashamed that her head is buried in her chest. She hurriedly raises her steps and lets Wang Hong lead her to the head of the boat.

On the head of the boat, two pairs of boats are firmly tied with wire. There was wine and meat and a piano on the table.

Wang Hong sat down on the collapse, raised his right hand lightly, pointed to the opposite side, "sit down."

Chen Rongshun sat down from the ground. As soon as they sat down, the huge man at the end of the boat held up his hand, and the boat came out like a sword.

As the boat came out, Chen Rong couldn't help shaking: she came from the north, although she liked to whip and ride, but she was a real duck. The water was rippling and the boat was rolling. She had some flowers in front of her eyes and her legs were soft.

Chen Rong takes back her eyes, holds the glass in both hands, and forces herself not to look at the rolling waves.

At this time, Wang Hong's gentle voice came from her opposite side, "Qing Qing just seems to have something to say to me?" As soon as his voice fell, the boat went into a whirlpool, and suddenly turned around, Chen Rong leaned forward in a panic, reached for something with his hands, and her little face was a little white.

After a while, the boat finally calmed down. Chen Rong breathed a long breath and suddenly found that his hands were warm.

She turned her head.

At this sight, her little face was instantly red. It turns out that Wang Hong's arm is what she is holding steadily. In fact, it's nothing. The point is that she leans forward and the whole person is in a standard posture of throwing herself into arms.

At this moment, Wang Hong's glass has turned to his left hand. He reaches out his right hand and lets Chen Rong hold it. His mouth is slightly raised and his smile is shallow.

When Chen Ronghong looked at him with a red face, Wang Hong raised her eyebrows and said softly, "are you seasick? If not, come into my arms. "

"No!"

Chen Rong immediately called out in a low voice. She hurriedly took back her hands. Anyway, the man in front of her saw her timidity. She simply clasped her hands to the boat row.

Now, she is finally stable, and Chen Rong is determined.

Sure enough, she glanced to the left and right again. Seeing that all the people were looking around at the lake and looking at the green mountains, they were relieved and turned to Wang Hong.

Looking at the man at such a close distance, Chen Rong found that Wang Hong was not only handsome in facial features, but also covered with a layer of light. In addition, his eyes are extremely clear and high, which makes people seize Qi and move God at a glance.

Looking at it, she suddenly found that she had been with this man for such a long time, only then did she see his features clearly, dare to look at him directly, and would not be distracted by his face light.

When Chen Rong stared at him, a young man's sharp and clear laughter came from behind. "When this girl looked at Wang Qilang, her eyes were burning like thieves." It is the voice of Huan Jiulang.

A word spits out, the public roars with laughter, Chen Rong is ashamed unceasingly.

He clapped his own thigh and cried out, "why is this so, little aunt? Qilang is already your Qilang, and your eyes are burning like thieves. "

The laughter of the crowd was even louder.

Chen Rong's little face is redder.

She quickly lowered her head and covered her face with big sleeves. In a flash, she looked up again.

However, in this way, she opened her eyes wide and watery, with beautiful eyes, and firmly stared at the rippling part of the lake, but she did not dare to look at Wang Hong.

Seeing this, Huan Jiulang said with a strange smile, "I'm ashamed. I said that my little sister-in-law, when the whole Jiankang girl saw Wang Qi, she was as fierce as a wolf. You just looked like a thief. You don't have to be ashamed. "Chen Rong also heard that, whether in Pingcheng or Nanyang, girls are surrounded and forced to go up to beautiful men. They are blocked and rewarded. Does she need to be shy?

So she raised her chin and looked bravely at Wang Qilang again.

Looking up, she smiled at Wang Qilang's lips. He took the glass from the hand of the great man, but he didn't care that his body was floating. After a steady drink, he said with a low smile, "until today, I know that ah Rong is really pleased with me."

Chen Rong was stunned and almost said "nonsense" reflexively. Fortunately, when she opened her mouth, she saw Wang Hong's light glance, but her light eyes closed.

Chen Rong lowered her head. She took a breath and said bravely, "Qilang, that, that, don't call me Qingqing."

"Oh, why?"

Wang Qi looked at her curiously.

Chen Rong's face was bitter. She blinked her long eyelashes and murmured, "how could ah Rong get married when he was called so by Lang Jun?" She took a breath and begged, "although ah Rong is humble, he will never be a concubine. Take back what you said. "

She gently shook her right hand, and the jade pendant slipped from her palm. "And this, take it back."

Wang Qilang glanced at her, took a glass of wine and put it on her left hand. With a gentle smile, he said, "don't take it."

The tone is decisive.

Chen Rong stares at him, lowers his voice and says in a hurry, "but what can I do?"

Wang Hong once basks in the sun, exposes the white tooth light ground to say: "not how to do.". You will comfort yourself like this. In the future, you will be more gentle and show yourself in front of Wang Qilang. Maybe this guy will marry you. "

Chen Rong was completely stunned when he said this.

At this time, Luo Zhi shouted: "Qilang, pay attention!"

Wang Hong stood up and turned around. With his white clothes flying in the wind, Chen Rongcai found that all the boats had formed a circle in the middle of the lake. In the first place stands the aspiration. He took a glass of wine and put it on the lake.

The glass is very light, standing steadily in the middle of the lake. At this time, with a slight stroke of his right hand, he started to row with several circles of ripples. The wine glass was rippling and slowly turned to the direction of Huan Jiulang and Wang Hong.

As soon as the glass left, he called out, "it's still the old rule. When the glass comes in front of someone, he has to play the zither instead of the poem."

"Qilang, you can also call your ferocious Qing Qing to play the piano instead," he said with a strange smile

At this point, he laughed.

At this time, Chen Rong was still stupid. She blinked and turned her eyes to Wang Hong for a long time.

She rose slowly.

Looking at this leeward standing, just like Wang Qilang of the people in the cloud Pavilion, Chen Rong, with a bitter face, sighed, "it's over, it's over."

The voice is already wailing.

Wang Hong picked the corner of his mouth, just at this time, the wine cup had swung between him and Huan Jiulang.

Wang Hong took the bamboo pole from the boatman's hand, made a light stroke, and drew the wine cup to his own face. He reached for it, then put it into Chen Rong's hand and said, "it's your turn."

Chen Rong finally came back to her senses. She blinked at Wang Hong and said, "doesn't it mean that the wine glass swings in front of who? Why do you take it up and give it to me? "

Wang Hongyi smiled, but he didn't answer. Huan Jiulang next to him said politely, "do you still need to ask? Your Qilang wants to appreciate the floating state of playing the piano in the beauty wind. "

Chen Rong is not stupid. He immediately understands. As Huan Jiulang said, Wang Qilang didn't want her to keep reading about it and disturb his elegance. He asked her to let go of her mind and enjoy the same scenery with him.

Think of here, Chen Rong a smile, way: "good."

This smile is very bright.

The great man handed her the lyre.

Chen Rong took over and sat down.

Just as she sat down, Chen Rong suddenly found that he was still in the boat.

In a moment, her little face turned white. Just now, she was thinking about her own affairs and forgot that she was still dizzy.

Her little hand warmed.

But Wang Xian leaned over and held her harp.

With the pull of his right hand, a long melodious sound came out. He said lightly, "sing a song."

As soon as the voice falls, the piano sounds like a tide.

In the surging sound of the zither, there is a kind of pain in the world. But in the pain, there is a kind of distance, like an outsider, standing outside the world of mortals, looking at the disturbance.

Chen rongzui, singing softly, "today's prosperous wine, tomorrow's storm tomorrow's boat. Ask you where there is Xianshan. You say that there is no Xianshan. Ordinary people are everywhere. You have this in front of you, and your heart is very cruel! "

It has to be said that Chen Rong's voice is excellent, charming in the clarity, and lingering in the slight hoarseness. This song was sung by her, and it was full of luxury in the leisure.

Just, this tune?

The celebrities looked at each other, and all looked at Chen's face stupidly.White clothes are better than snow, and Wang Qilang, who is like a jade tree and a Qionglou, is playing and pressing with both hands. The sound of the piano stops abruptly.

He looked up.

He looked at Chen Rong and asked, "is there such a slang song in the world?"

Chen Rong stared at him and replied, "what you didn't have originally is that when you play the piano, it will come out."

This ditty is just a slobber, not rhymed, not in accordance with the law, no deep meaning. In front of all the people in the lake, it's really out of hand, as low and shallow as children scribble. But it also has advantages, its advantage is saliva, shallow and interesting saliva.

It was written temporarily by Chen Rong.

After they were shocked, Huan Jiulang took the lead in laughing. "Qilang, it seems that your woman has a deep complaint."

"Yes, Qilang, what did you do to annoy a beautiful woman? She said that she was" one vulgar person "and that you were" very cruel "

The middle-aged scribe also said with a smile: "it turns out that the little aunt came here to complain. Well, it's rare for me to have such a wonderful thing. Although I say it, you can rest assured that you will cut Wang Qi into eight pieces, just as your little sister wishes. "

One by one, with banter, all stood on the side of Chen Rong.

Wang Hong looks up.

He had a proud look on his face.

The corner of his mouth turned slowly, and Wang Qilang turned his head. He glanced at the crowd, and said slowly, "here, what are you doing

He said, this is the flirt between him and Chen Rong......

The appearance of Chen was momentarily hoarse.

She bowed her head feebly.

Flat flat mouth, Chen Rong low hem, "Lang Jun bad my reputation, careful that I rely on you, forcing you to marry me as a wife."

At this point, her tone added a bit of ruthlessness, "and I'll see one of those girls and aunts arranged by your family. Hum, don't you think I'm afraid. "

The answer to her is Wang Qi's smile. It has to be said that the people in front of us are dazzled and dazzled with a smile and a glance like Yushu. Therefore, Chen Rong was stunned again.

When she woke up, Wang Qi had filled his glass with wine, swung his sleeve and sent it all the way down the lake.

After waking up, Chen Rong looks at his posture standing in front of the wind and sighs darkly. He decides to put his troubles under pressure.

At this time, the wine glass has turned to the middle-aged scribe. He asked his servant to bring a roll of rice paper and sprinkle it on it.

Chen Rong looked at his steady pen, his perfect temperament, and was convinced.

Soon, a pair of black running script appeared in front of everyone.

When the famous people said good things one after another, the wine cup also didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and it swayed to Wang Hong several times. Every time Wang Hong swings, he will roll the big sleeve and send it away.

Wang Qilang, how dare you not behave yourself

Wang Hong squinted at him and said, "I want to be punctual. It's the rule."

That's so headstrong.

The famous people burst out laughing.

Huan Jiulang took the lead in shouting: "OK, OK, that's right. I want to be punctual, it's the rule. Hahaha. "

In the laughter, Chen Rong was the only one. She blinked her eyes and looked at Wang Hong in surprise. She thought, "I want to be punctual, it's the rule." Wang Qilang dared to say.

Originally, she was in a gloomy mood, so it was hard to open her mind. But with these people, somehow, her mood is relaxed, is a lot of happiness.

Unconsciously, she was smiling and her eyes were bright.

Wang Hong inadvertently glanced at her and raised her mouth. She picked up the wine glass in the lake and looked up for a drink. With a stroke of his right hand, a melodious and clear sound of zither drifted between the lakes and into the white clouds.

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