Chapter 76

Wang Hong looked at Chen Rong's carriage and said with a shallow smile, "come down."

Chen Rong opens the curtain and Qingyan's face appears in front of him. At this time, her face was a little white, obviously the scene just now made her palpitation finally flat.

Wang Hong looked at her, did not ask, so he turned around, long sleeve a swing, "go in."

"Yes."

The servants followed him and went inside.

Chen Rong is also in it.

She sat in the corner of the study, head down, a ray of sunlight through the door, shining in front of her in the void, floating dust in the light of ups and downs, just like life.

Chen Rong looked at the light, unconsciously to see the spoony.

I don't know how long, a shadow in front of her, also blocked the light.

Chen Rong looks up.

She had gentle eyes for Wang Hong.

He stared at her, slowly leaned forward, slowly stretched out his fingers and stroked her small white face.

Before his fingers arrived, his body temperature came, Chen Rong lowered his eyes, instinctively trying to avoid backward, but forced himself to stay still.

However, unconsciously, her chest was dull because she held her breath for too long.

His hands, like the spring breeze, touched her face, and the slender white fingers walked away. The owner of the fingers smiled and said softly, "I'm not careful. Look, the hair is stuck on her face."

The voice line is shallow, gentle and clear, just like the spring, just like the night wind, gently blowing by.

He took his hand off.

She has been holding her breath and spitting out a murky breath. At this moment, there is a feeling of disappointment or relaxation in her heart.

Wang Hong moved away and sat down opposite her. He didn't raise his head, and he said in a clear voice, "prepare wine and meat! For the last half of the day, I'm going to get drunk with my beauty! "

Last half day?

Chen Rong looks up.

She fixed to look at him, lips moved.

Wang Hong didn't look at her. He picked up the wine pot and gracefully filled himself and her. At this moment, that ray of sunshine happened to shine on his white and handsome face, making the light hair and gentle smile clearly visible.

Chen Rong looks down.

Last half day.

Yes, in his previous life, he was killed when tomorrow's city broke! At that time, in order to celebrate his death, the Xianbei Hu people rewarded the third army. The last and only impression of Wang Qilang in her previous life was that the Hu people used gold as coffin and gold jade as clothes for the first time and sent his body back to Jiankang ceremoniously.

The actions of the Hu people shocked the whole world. We should know that in the hearts of the Han people, the Hu people have no humanity, and they eat by people. This kind of animal, to a famous man in the Central Plains, to a young man who has not yet reached the top of the world, who respects him so much and carefully sends his bones back, is an incredible thing.

In the following ten years, when the Jin people talked about Wang Hong, they were confused, and everything about him became a mystery.

In this life, she sat opposite him. No matter for herself, for him, or for the promise she made when she was rescued in Nanyang mansion that day, she could not let him die. She refused!

Just as Chen Rong was thinking, her little hand warmed.

But Wang Hong took the glass and put it in her palm.

His hand did not move.

Slender white fingers, gently hook her middle finger, and even, still gently rub, with his movements, a kind of abnormal soft and transparent body.

Chen rongqiang endured, but did not withdraw his fingers.

Wang Hong's eyes drooped, long eyelashes slightly gathered, adding two small arc shadows to his elegant and shining face.

He stroked her fingers attentively and asked, "why is Qing here?"

The voice is very light, very light, just like the night wind blowing through the world.

Chen Rong pursed his lips. For a while, he didn't know how to answer him.

Wang Hong raised his head and stared at her face intently, waiting for her answer.

For a long time, Chen Rong swallowed his saliva and said dryly, "I'm afraid the Nanyang king is not good for me if you are not here."

At this moment, there are more than ten kinds of answers in her heart, but she didn't think of it. In the end, she gave him the most indifferent and unpopular reason.

Wang Hong chuckled. He picked up her middle finger, wrapped it gently, and rubbed her fingertip with his fingertip. At the same time, he said casually, extremely softly, "in order to get rid of the Nanyang king, a Rong is even willing to die."

His movements are very gentle and gentle. His fingertips are a little thick. This kind of rubbing makes her fingertips tremble. This shiver, all the way to the top of my heart.

Chen Rong bit his lips, repressed the strange things coming out of his heart, and whispered, "it doesn't have to be death!"

She said here, quietly raised her eyes and looked at Wang Hong.Wang Hong's handsome face was light, and he didn't seem to hear Chen Rong's determination. Just a smile.

Slowly, he let go of her hand and stood up.

At the moment when he stood up, Chen Rong found that the man in front of him suddenly became distant and ethereal. Just now, he made her feel that they were so close to each other, but in a twinkling of an eye, Chen Rong found out that he was still the white cloud in the sky, and she was still the falling leaves!

Wang Hong stood up straight and looked down at Chen Rong. His smile was light and distant. "Ah Rong came from afar, he must be tired. Take a rest first."

After that, he swung his big sleeves, turned around gracefully and left.

Looking at his back disappearing in the sun, Chen Rong replied to the empty study for a long time, "yes."

After that, Chen Rong sat down slowly.

Until now, her legs are still soft, and her heart is a little confused because of facing Wang Hong again.

She needs to be alone.

Half an hour later, Chen Rong walked out of the study.

At this time, outside the city wall, the hustle and bustle of the Hu people, the neighing of the horses and the voice of the people mixed together, which was very noisy.

There were only a few maids in the courtyard, but they were still old. Chen Rong waved to a maid and said, "bring me a suit of your husband's clothes."

The maidservant did not want to ask her why. She bowed her head and answered, and ran to the bedroom.

After a while, a set of pale green and a set of white robes were placed in front of Chen Rong.

The maid said softly, "these are the old clothes of Qilang. What is the girl thinking about? "

Chen Rong said, "it's light green." From a very young age, Chen Rong didn't like to wear plain clothes. For one thing, she can't wear pure and clean clothes. For another, it's the clothes of the common people, which she doesn't like.

After taking her clothes, she saw that the maid was turning around to go. Chen Rong ordered, "make up for me."

Then she sat down in front of the bronze mirror.

The maid answered absently, came behind her and asked, "what hairstyle does the girl want to comb?"

"Clothes are men's clothes, and the hair style is naturally men's hair style. By the way, you'll go and talk to all the maids later, and then you'll say that there are only Lang Jun and no girls! "

"Why?" she asked As soon as she asked, she immediately thought of the reason and replied, "yes."

After a while, the appearance of a young man disguised as elegant appeared in front of the bronze mirror.

To be honest, Chen Rong's disguise as a man is not successful. Her features are too bright and her figure is too good. No matter how wide her clothes are, she always looks graceful.

But she didn't have to care about the details as the war was coming.

Chen Rong glanced at himself in the mirror and strode out.

When she came out of the courtyard, she found that the figure in the corridor was sparse. Occasionally, she saw a few servants running, which seemed urgent and disordered.

It seems that Wang Qilang's courtyard is the most calm and peaceful place in the city Lord's mansion.

After walking for a while, Chen Rong saw a servant in the king's mansion and asked, "where is Qilang?"

The servant came and went in a hurry, and did not look into who was asking. He waved his hand and said, "on the tower."

"Thank you."

Chen Rong strides to the tower.

After a while, he saw Wang Qilang standing on the high city floor, white clothes and spotless. It's a strange thing. It's clear that there are people in front of him and behind him, and there's a lot of noise outside the city. But when he stood there, Chen Rong felt that the sky was high and the clouds were light. Only Yi people were independent.

Chen Rong goes behind Wang Qilang.

Unlike Wang Qilang, who looks to the horizon, Chen Rong looks down at the Hu people under the city. This is the south gate. There are thousands of Hu people under it. Tens of thousands of Hu people squatted in the city, some cooking, some in groups of three or five together laughing.

At first, it looked very disorderly. Looking carefully, Chen Rong immediately found that the Hu people were in good order, with their clothes and armour on, and their weapons never left.

After staring at the following for a while, Chen Rong suddenly said: "Qilang, I think there is a trace of life in this door!"

All of a sudden, she woke Wang Hong up.

He looked around.

See is Chen Rong, his eyes a bright, the corners of his mouth smile faintly.

Wang Hong suddenly held out his hand and waved it to her. "May you take your hand with you!"

When he said this, his tone was a little slow, his expression was abnormal, and he seemed to make some commitment.

It is impossible for Chen Rong to reach out.

She smiled at him and looked him in the eye and said earnestly, "Qilang, we may get out of the south gate."

She turned to the gate, pointed at it with her right hand, and said in a deep voice, "look, Qilang, are the Hu people on the left and right, and in the middle and rear, different?"

She didn't hear back.

Chen Rong looks back.Wang Hong is looking at her quietly with her head on one side.

Under the setting sun, Chen Rongyan's beautiful face was dyed with a layer of gold. Her eyes were so bright, and her young skin was so energetic. It was the body under the broad clothes, and there was a suppressed passion and vitality.

Wang Hong took back his eyes and looked down at the city. He said, "it's abnormal. What's Arjun's opinion?"

Chen Rongzheng is going to answer, a sound of footsteps comes, accompanied by the sound of footsteps, is a clear laugh, "where is Qilang? Eh, is this gentleman

The voice is a little suspicious.

Chen Rong turned to the middle-aged, gentle and leisurely City Lord Moyang. Even though the war was imminent, the scholar bureaucrat's face was full of smiles. It seemed that what he was facing was not a catastrophe of life and death, but a banquet and a poetry meeting.

Chen Rong stepped forward and wanted to answer.

Before she spoke, Wang Hong came behind her and held out her hand.

So he laid his hand on her shoulder and said with a smile, "he is my Qing Qing. Come here today and die with me."

Chen Rong froze.

The smile on her face, the greeting she just wanted to say, was choked.

She never thought that Wang Hong would give such an answer!

Lord Moyang's eyes brightened.

He looked up and down at Chen Rong, stroked his long beard, nodded his head and said with emotion, "if you are a virgin, you are gorgeous. With such a young lady, it's no wonder that Wang Qilang, who is famous in the world, is willing to break his sleeve."

Speaking of this, the Lord of Moyang looked at the Hu people under the city and murmured, "I'm not as good as Qilang. This time, there are no partners on the road. "

He sighed for himself, but he didn't find his face, his expression was dull, his legs were weak, and the whole man was going to faint.

When Chen Rong was a little soft, her waist was warm, but Wang Hong held her.

He gently held her, pitifully placed her in his arms, his thin lips pressed against her cheek, and breathed a warm breath. He said softly, "is Qingqing uncomfortable?"

Chen Rong has no strength to reply.

At this time, she closed her eyes painfully.

To be honest, this time she came to Moyang City, one is to avoid disaster, the other is because she knew the beginning and end of the war! She believes that as long as she has a good grasp, as long as things still follow the track of previous lives, she can take Wang Hong and Sun Yan to escape the birth day!

So she didn't come out in the carriage. She put on her men's clothes to think about the future and to keep the famous festival. Still think, after success, the whole body and retreat.

But at the moment, Wang Hong's arm is on her waist, his chest is close to her back, his lips are close to her cheek.

Poor she was a virgin when she died of burning herself. She had never been so close to any man. It's a good life. First, he snatched the first kiss, and then he put it in his arms like this. Qing Qing on the left and Qing Qing on the right cried.

This man, too hateful.

Chen Rong bit her teeth secretly. As soon as she opened her eyes, she looked at the Lord of shangmoyang and Wang Hong with envious eyes. At the moment, she grins her teeth and turns into a shy smile.

After squeezing out a smile, Chen Rong lowers his head. She pulled at his hand, which was locked at her waist.

With a slight tug, his arm did not move.

Chen Rong bit it off, and with a sudden effort, his arm remained still.

Chen Rongxiu frowns and pinches hard!

"Ouch!"

Wang Hong has a pain and makes a sound.

The mayor of Moyang looked at him in surprise and asked, "what's the matter?"

Wang Hong, with a shallow, elegant smile, said, "nothing, I was bitten by an ant."

The Lord of Moyang laughed and said, "Qilang is not afraid to die, but is afraid of ants?"

Wang Hong eyebrows a pick, leisurely said: "the ants bite people, special nail people's tender meat, die to bite, hard to nail, how not to put, of course afraid." He said fear, but whether it was expression or intonation, it was leisurely.

The Lord of Moyang laughs.

At this time, Wang Hong bowed his head. With a smile, he gently held Chenrong's earlobes, sucked and licked them, and asked in a drowning voice, "is Qingqing afraid of death or the pain of the ant's heart?"

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