Chapter 103

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the carriage is moving slowly.

I don't know why, Chen Rong obviously feels that Wang Hong drives very slowly. Does he know his mind and want to stay for a long time?

Think of here, Chen Rong smiled bitterly, she pulled the curtain of the car.

But as soon as she pulled it down, she regretted it. She lifted the corner of the curtain and looked at his back.

Gradually, the carriage drove up the official road.

The official road is long, and the yellow dust rises. After a while, Chen Rong found that Wang Hong only drove on the official road for 25 minutes, then drove the car into a mountain path.

In the mountain path, the streams on both sides are murmuring, and there are bamboo forests from time to time. Those weeds that have dried up due to the winter are still half human height. The weeds and withered vines are intertwined and twined on the roots of trees.

On both sides of the path, there are continuous mountains. It seems that there are few people walking here. Looking up and looking back, there is no household.

Chen Rong was surprised. She stretched out her head and asked, "Qilang, where is this?"

Wang Hongtou will not return. He sits lazily on the seat. Even though the smoke caused by the rolling carriage has dyed his white clothes yellow, he looks as elegant as if he is in full dress and attending the royal banquet.

With a smile on his face, he flicked his whip casually and said, "it's a small road, where there are few pedestrians and no farmland. The refugees don't like it."

Chen Rong understands what he means. He means that this road is very safe.

She was relieved.

Just as she was about to continue to ask, Wang Hong sounded like a flowing spring. "I am familiar with all the paths around here." He seemed to know what she wanted to ask and spoke first.

Chen Rong didn't believe this. She was stunned and stared at his back.

However, she did not ask. She knows that no matter ran min or Wang Hong, they are in a high position of power. They say one sentence at a time. Such people don't like their words being questioned, and they don't like to explain.

The morning wind comes from a long time. It blows Wang Hong's ink hair and makes the curtain rattle.

Half an hour later, Wang Hong pressed the whip with his right hand, patted the yuanmu with his left hand, and sang loudly, "looking at Luoyang, I feel very sad. I want to see the sunset in the west mountain. According to the former king's capital, today's wasteland is full of dead crows. " He just sang here, but his voice was hoarse.

Almost suddenly, he looked up and let out a long roar. The howling sound is like the attack of gold and stone. It is clear and crisp. It spreads far away.

Just as Chen Rong was looking at the strange Wang Hong, his long howl gradually turned to sob, to sob......

In the whimper, Chen Rong's stupidity and stupidity, a high song came from the mountainside in the distance. That song, but hoarse old, singing very bleak, "his hero today tomb, he day dress dignified, now no tomb white bone."

That voice, that is, singing here, singing will stop, howling high.

Looking back, Chen Rong saw a middle-aged woodcutter in his 40s and 40s with a long beard, who was in the middle of the mountain and among the withered trees, three hundred paces away. He was clasping his hands on his waist and roaring up to the sky.

The roar of the woodcutter is desolate and simple. Its chapters are continuous and far away.

Looking at the man, Chen Rong suddenly thought, "this man is a hermit.".

Just as she was thinking about it, the middle-aged woodcutter bent down to pick up the axe, and at the same time cut down to the small tree in front of him, shouting in a thick voice, "who is the singer at the foot of the mountain? What song do you sing well? I've broken my gut! " The woodcutter was obviously proficient in music. He shouted and cut down the dead tree. His movements and speech matched well and he had a sense of rhythm.

On the seat, Wang Hong waved his whip and didn't look up, so he said in a loud voice, "seven kings of Langya are also there."

"Hahahaha." The middle-aged woodcutter laughed to answer him, "the seventh king of Langya? What a big name. "

At this time, the carriage was only two hundred steps away from him.

The middle-aged woodcutter looked down and exclaimed in surprise, "eh, who is sitting in the carriage? How could Wang Hong, who was a member of the Langya Wang family, drive himself? "

Wang Hong smiled and told Chen Rong, "pull up the curtain and let the elderly have a look."

Chen Rong answered and lifted the curtain.

But when she opened it, her head was still lowered because of her shame.

The woodcutter was stunned and burst into laughter. He was obviously in a good mood. He hurled the axe away with a loud sound, his hands akimbo.

After laughing for a while, the woodcutter called out: "OK, OK. The legitimate son of the Langya King's family is willing to run for a woman. Well, he is worthy of our generation. "

After a while, he turned to Wang Hong and said, "what you just recited is different in length and short. It's a new style of poetry?"

Wang Hong smiled faintly and said in a loud voice, "no, it's just that I heard this woman read it once last time. I think it's different in style, but it's also easy to say."

The woodcutter continued to laugh.Smiling and smiling, he picked up the axe and turned to walk towards the deep mountain. Gradually, the laughter turned into a lament, which mixed in the wind, as if the sky was crying.

The carriage moved again.

The carriage went on.

The road Wang Hong chose is not only remote, but also a shortcut. However, in less than two hours, the city wall of Nanyang city appeared in Chen Rong's vision.

Chen Rong looked at the tall city wall and the faint figure in the distance. The shadow of the man was so dark that it was piled up outside the city. Did the exiles gather together to make trouble?

Chen Rong thought of it and looked at Wang Hong.

Wang Hong is still a leisurely school. He swings his whip and turns into a gray white shirt, which floats with the wind and the ink is dancing. That's how it looks from the back. It's also like a bright jade tree.

Just Chen Rong knows that Wang Hong's speed of swinging the whip is faster.

Soon the carriage came to the gate.

Outside Nanyang City, there are already a large number of people. Thousands of people were crowded there, among them were the noisy nobles, but all around them were armed and equipped like soldiers in the forest!

These soldiers were all dressed in brass armour with golden light, holding halberds. There are three circles around the nobles, at least five thousand!

These five thousand fierce soldiers are the royal guards of Nanyang!

Chen could not help shouting, "what's the matter?"

There is a lot of noise in front of her. How can anyone answer her question?

At this time, among the nobles, there came a young scholar's long cry, "what does Nanyang King mean? Last time, he stopped us from leaving Nanyang city. This time, he even dared to stop the caravan of the Langya Wang family. He really thought that no one could make him a local prince in this world? "

The voice was heavy, it was angry.

Is there anyone who wants to leave Langya Wang family?

Chen Rong swished and turned to look at Wang Hong.

What she saw was still a leisurely, uncomfortable figure.

As soon as the young scholar's voice stopped, all the apoplexy happened, a general sneered, "the Langya Wang family really knows. However, since he provoked murongke like this, don't think of pushing the disaster water to my Nanyang city so quietly, and leave alone! "

When he said that, he took a step back, waved his right hand, and shouted, "stop, no one is allowed to go!"

The young man in the aristocracy was so popular that he would laugh. He shouted loudly, "open your dog's eyes and see if there is the seventh king of Langya in it!"

The general found that there was no Wang Hong in the crowd for a long time, but he didn't pay attention to him. He just held up his head, and with the token in his hand, he shouted in a deep voice: "Wang Ling is here! I don't care whether there is Wang Qi or not. Anyway, no one is allowed to go out of the city! "

Hearing this, Wang Hong was obviously confused. He waved and made a young man dressed as a servant approach.

The young man was among a dozen refugees, and his clothes were the most neat. He was watching the bustle with relish. At the turn of his head, he saw Wang Hong waving. People didn't recognize him, but he was frightened by his face light. His eyes did not blink. He looked at Wang Hong curiously and admiringly, and strode to him.

Wang Hong pointed to the crowd three hundred steps ahead and said with a smile, "you know what happened?"

"I know, I know." The boy's voice was clear and loud, and he said loudly, "last night, two hundred Hu people, carrying a pair of golden coffins, suddenly appeared outside the city. They shouted to the city, saying: his general raised his curtain on the demeanor of the seventh king of Langya, and always wanted to be close. Last time in Moyang City, Wang Lang left without saying goodbye. He was very sad. Now it's said that he is in Nanyang city. He has a golden coffin. I'd like to see Wang Lang again. "

The young man's teeth are bright, his voice is clear and his memory is good. He carries it here at one breath, gasps for a moment, and continues: "the Hu people also say that general Murong of his family has prepared the jade clothes for Wang lang. the jade clothes are luxurious and hard to make. Wang Lang, don't refuse. After saying these words, the Hu people put down the coffin and left. "

This time, Chen Rong and Wang Hong fully understand.

Wang Hong smiled.

His smile was charming. The young man was dazed at the moment.

Wang Hong chuckled, narrowed his eyes, and said faintly, "so this morning, Nanyang Wang found out that I have a team of Wangs in Langya who want to leave?"

"Exactly." There was a flash of disappointment on the young man '. The people they left went to Jiankang to move the soldiers. As for Wang Qilang, most of Wang's elite soldiers will stay in Nanyang city. Another said that since murongke wanted his Qilang, if his Qilang left Nanyang City, murongke would no longer be interested in Nanyang city. The king of Nanyang, who refuses to let them go, is a short-sighted man. "

Wang Hongyi smiled, he said thanks, let the young man left, looked up, leisurely at the group.

At this time, he leaned back, close to Chen Rong, said with a smile, "a Rong."Chen Rong was stunned and hurriedly replied, "yes."

Wang Hong's voice was very gentle and gentle. "If you want to leave Nanyang City, please go in these two days. I will arrange everything. "

Chen Rong never thought that the first thing he thought about when he heard the news was to let himself leave Nanyang City safely. (to be continued, please log in www.qidian.com , more chapters, support authors, support legitimate reading! )