Chapter 127

Ping Nu said that, she looked at Chen Rong, who was shining in the bronze mirror, and added: "the girl and those famous people seem to have the same place."

There is something in common. They are all hopeless poor people.

Dressed in a new look, Chen Rong stood up. She glanced at herself in the mirror and turned to Ping Nu, "when did she come?"

Ping Yue said, "in the early morning, one of general ran's staff suddenly found me and said that you had returned to the city. He sent me to the gate to leave. "

Speaking of this, Ping Nu carefully looks at Chen Rong and asks, "girl, is something wrong?"

The voice hesitated and worried.

Chen Rong smiled and said softly, "we are going back to Jiankang soon." She looked at Ping Nu and her eyes were shining. "If I could meet her majesty, I would ask him to let me stay married forever!"

A language spits out, flat if is anxious to be full of sweat, she cries repeatedly: "the girl, the girl, this, this?"

She cried here, but Chen Rong turned his head and walked out of the door without any reason. "If I can get it, I will buy more farm products and serve you as a monk and an old man."

Hear her say "serve" two words, flat woman continuously shake her head, way: "make not, make not." Speaking of this, Ping Nu followed Chen Rong with a bitter face and said: "girl, how can a girl never marry in her life? This, this, this, this is not a reason. "

Ping Yue said, seeing the servants outside looking at her and Chen Rong, she quickly shut up.

At this time, it was late and the city of Nanyang was full of lights. There are so many noises and horses neighing.

It seems that every family is busy moving away from Nanyang.

Chen Rong listened to the voices, and said to Shang sou without looking back, "old man, go pack your bags and be ready to leave at any time."

"Yes." The old man replied. He went behind Chen Rong and said hesitantly, "girl, those farm properties are still there. The old slave doesn't want to go."

Chen Rong looks down.

After a while, she said softly, "if Wang Qilang left Nanyang City, it would be safe to come to Nanyang city." After a pause, she turned her eyes to look at the old man and said, "I'll arrange for the farm produce. But there in Jiankang, a Rong still wants to have an old man. "

"Yes."

The old man was ordered to leave.

It was meant to be a sleepless night.

Chen Rong stood under the tree and looked at the lights all over the city. He did not move for a long time.

I don't know how long it took until there was no sound in the courtyard, until the lights outside were dim, until there was no Sheng music back between the sky and the earth, Chen Rong turned around.

She can turn her head and stay.

I don't know when, in her courtyard, there are two collapses and one or more, but the man who is sitting on the collapses and drinking slowly is Wang Hong?

Behind Wang Hong, in the dark corner, there are some figures. And in her courtyard, it was so quiet that I didn't know whether those servants were sleeping or not?

He appeared so suddenly in her yard at such a deep night.

Chen Rong looks at him. Slowly, she smiles.

Chen Rong sat down on the collapse opposite him.

Under the starlight, she looked at the man gently and casually with a smile. At this time, no matter in her eyes or in her expression, she was not surprised or alienated. As if he had always been her good friend, as if the meeting at this moment had been negotiated by the two men for a long time.

Looking at him with a smile, Chen Rong reaches out to pour the wine, fills him and his glass with wine, holds the cup shallow and sips slowly, he doesn't talk, and Chen Rong doesn't talk either.

For a long time, Wang Hong opened his mouth. His voice was still clear and pleasant. He called softly, "a Rong." He raised his head, looked at the cold and bright face in the moonlight, looked at her white clothes, her throat moved, slightly lagged behind, he called down: "a Rong," sighed, he said directly: "your luggage has been loaded, everything is arranged, you can move."

With a smile on his face, Chen said softly and casually, "I will join Chen Gong."

Wang Hongpin took a sip of wine and stood up.

As soon as he left, Chen Rong thought he would leave. He only heard Wang Hong say in a soft voice, "knock her out!"

What?

Chen Rong looks up in surprise.

But as soon as she raised her head, there was a pain in the back of her neck, and then a black face poured into a fragrant embrace.

Chen Rong wakes up in a burst of subversion.

She turned over and touched her right hand unconsciously.

This touch, then touched a warm place. Confused Chen Rong reached out and pressed. Suddenly, one hand reached out and wrapped her hand in it.

Chen Rong slowly opens his eyes.

What she saw was Wang Hong, who was looking at the silk script. At the moment, he was leaning back comfortably, and his right hand was firmly held by his left hand.

Feeling Chen Rong sitting up, his left hand a loose, at will to let go of her. From beginning to end, his eyes were still locked in silk books.Chen Rong glanced at him, then moved to one side. She reached out to lift the curtain and looked out curiously.

Outside, there is smoke and dust. Everywhere we can see, there are long motorcades. In front of us and behind us.

Once again, this is clearly a mixed army, which belongs to all the major families.

Chen Rong looks back.

After looking for a while, she recognized that several carriages following her belonged to her. She could see the Chaucer driving.

Chen Rong retracts his head.

As soon as her eyes turned, she saw a piano in the carriage. Now Chen Rong moved over and put it in place. When her right hand was pulled out, the sound of the piano sounded leisurely.

Listen to leisurely, still gorgeous, but in addition to gorgeous, add a free piano sound, Wang Hong raised his head.

He looked at her in silence.

There was a half ray of light passing through the curtains, reflecting on her face and eyes.

Beautiful face with a smile, eyes as clear as stars.

Stunned by the sudden appearance of herself, she woke up and found herself sitting in the overturned carriage. The woman was not frightened or impetuous.

Wang Hong slowly put down the silk book in his hand, and then leaned back. His slender white fingers stroked his chin and looked at her thoughtfully.

Under the sun, this beautiful face is bright, but there is a blue and purple pinch mark on the chin. In a moment, the scene she met ran min yesterday appeared in front of him......

The sound of the zither comes leisurely, like a spring, through the high mountains and forests, through the lush shrubs, through the fields, and finally into the river.

It goes through spring, through autumn, through winter, and finally into the river, without itself......

As a carriage approached, a loud voice came, "Qilang, when did your piano sound so gorgeous and vicissitudes?"

When he called here, he saw that he was playing the piano. He couldn't help opening his mouth.

Chen Rong has practiced this instrument for more than ten years, though she is also talented. But her music, only see skill, not mood. Although the fingering is complex and sophisticated, and the turning is complete, a musical instrument without artistic conception, no matter how skillful it is, can't be regarded as a first-class work.

But now, her piano music, finally in addition to skills, has its own soul.

Looking at Chen Rong in a dazed way, he looked up and down at her for a long time. Then he turned to Wang Hong and said with a smile, "Qilang, you are a woman with a great skill. You have become a marquis."

Slowly, the piano is still.

Chen Rong looks up, her eyes are bright looking at Huang Zhi, and smiles, "I'm wrong. My concubine's surname is Chen and my name is Rong. When you call me, I'll call her a Rong. "

She said this to accuse him of misusing the words "you woman".

He stared at Wang Hong and made a face at him. He said scornfully, "Wang Qilang, you are too bad."

He tut two, hum way: "think that year, my home that, I only used a month."

In the face of his disdain, Wang Hong smiled faintly. He turned his head and looked quietly at Chen Rong. Seeing her head bowed, his eyes could not help but linger as the ink hair of satin fluttered in the wind.

For a while, he said softly, "people are different from people."

As soon as this word came out, Luo Zhi hit haha again. In the same carriage, Luo Zhi, laughing with both hands akimbo, turned a big white eye to show his disdain for Wang Hong.

Wang Hong saw the situation, smiled and looked at Chen Rong again.

Chen Rong is still playing the piano. When the two are talking, the music of the piano is shining in the splendor. Once again, it rises leisurely.

With the sound of the piano coming out, gradually, the noise, the voice of discussion, there is an end. Here are all experts. Chen Rong, together with the sound of the zither, found its extraordinary place just like Huang Zhi.

And when they were listening, the sound of the harp ceased.

It turned out that Chen Rong was playing, but suddenly he was not interested. He pushed the piano away, sat next to the carriage again, and looked out.

When she looked around, behind her, Wang Hong and Luo Zhi were talking, and there was no word. He glanced at Chen Rong, approached Wang Hong and asked in a low voice, "what have you done? Why doesn't the woman even want to live? "

This words a, Wang Hong mouth corner a pull, slowly wry smile next.

Then, he glanced at his ambition.

On his eyes, Luo Zhi hurriedly hit another ha ha and whispered, "when I didn't ask, when I didn't ask." But he was curious at last. He looked at the white clothes and Wang Qilang. He murmured, "even the clothes are the same...... When we get to Jiankang, I'm afraid those little children will follow you and wear the same color of clothes. "

This time, as soon as his voice fell, Chen Rong stretched out his head and called out to the carriage behind him, "if!"

Even if the noise is everywhere, Ping Nu can hear the call of her girl. Now she reaches out her head and says with a smile: "girl." Her face is full of happiness. She was scared to stay up all night by the declaration of Chen Rong yesterday, and finally let go.Chen Rong sees her answer and reaches for the door. She had just moved, but her arms were tight.

Then, behind her, came Wang Hong's gentle voice, and the warm breath he put in her ear. "Qing Qing, Ma Xing is very fast, jumping down like this, but it will hurt you."

。。。。。。 Chen Rong looked back slowly, smiled at him and looked sideways at him, exhaled Fanglan, "Lang Jun, you are too worried." Now she doesn't want to die anymore. (to be continued, please log in www.qidian.com , more chapters, support authors, support legitimate reading! )