Chapter 145

King Jian Kang then reacted. He looked white and stared at the gold hairpin in his hand. He said, "OK, I'll let her out."

He looked down at Chen Rong and said, "do you hear me? Go out, go out. "

Chen Rong did not move.

Her wrist sank again.

"Porphyrin" a small sharp weapon came into the meat. In a twinkling of an eye, a ray of blood overflowed from King Jiankang's throat. Although the gold hairpin was not deeply inserted, the threat of death was real for the king Jiankang, who was a man of high status and social status.

Involuntarily, he screamed, flustered, "is your woman crazy? I let you out, didn't you hear me? "

At the moment, Wang Hong and other people outside are listening to the movement inside. When the guards are ready to break into the door, Wang Hong who is here waves his hand. He smiles a little gently, and sighs a little: "let her calm down. She knows how to measure."

Hearing this, the guards turned and retreated behind him.

In the palace, Chen Rong smiled weakly after hearing King Jiankang's hurried roar. She stared at him with dim eyes. The gold hairpin in her hand sank again. When the stab made king Jiankang's blood burst out, Chen Rong said coldly: "the Lord should thank Wang Qilang. If he didn't come, you are a corpse now!"

Her voice was cold and loud. When she said this, she gave King Jiankang a look of disgust, and she also gave several corners of the palace a look. Then she turned around.

Almost when she could turn around, the gate was knocked open with a bang. Wang Hong, in white and beautiful, appeared in front of her with all the guards.

He is right with Chen Rong, who is walking out slowly.

Seeing her, Chen Rong shakes her trance brain and even shakes it for several times. Her eyes are still dazed, so she picks up the gold hairpin in her hand and inserts it on her left wrist again.

As soon as Jin Chai was pulled out, the blood flowed like a thread. All of them bowed their heads. However, they saw that there were four blood holes on her white jade like wrist, one of which was bleeding fresh, the other three were dried up...... It turns out that just now she stabbed herself like this to refresh her mind.

Wang Hong's eyes did not immediately look at the four blood mouths. He walked a little faster and came to Chen Rong.

He took out the handkerchief from his arms and gently picked up her wrist. He wrapped the wound. The handkerchief was not enough. He tore a piece of cloth from his left sleeve and covered the wound.

His movements were gentle and careful, and after bandaging, he did not let go of her hand.

Holding the wrist firmly, Wang Hong slowly looked up.

He is as clear as autumn water, and his clear eyes are fixed on Chen Rong. At this time, Chen Rong is also looking at him. Under the effect of medicine, her eyes are less cold when she is sober, more trance and confusion. She was looking at him with an infatuated look that would never appear when she was awake.

With such a look, Wang Hong suddenly put out her arms and hugged her heavily in her arms.

Holding her tightly, Wang Hong closed her eyes and gently, a little hoarse called out: "ah Rong, ah Rong..."

Chen Rong, who was held in his arms, earned money.

She broke free of his embrace, pulled open his arm, still tilted her head and looked at him crazily...... The eyes, too focused, she seems to have abandoned all the obsessions, all the bitterness, just to put that moment into the soul's lovesickness, the soul's desire, the soul's love, so silly, and definitely pour it out.

The eyes, too obsessed, too affectionate, too bitter, too lovesick, too desperate...... In this cold and thin, absurd and willful world, no one will love others so obsessed and unconscious.

Wang Hong suddenly felt a little sour in his eyes. He looked up. After a while, he spread his arms again and put her in his arms.

He hugged Chen Rong heavily, then released his hands, turned around and walked towards King Jiankang.

Only when he stepped out, his right wrist was tight, but Chen Rong held his arms. She was still looking up at him. At this time, Chen Rong was totally different from the past. She seemed to be a fragile bird, attached to his elbow and armpit, a little silly, a little fragile, a little serious.

Wang Hong smiled gently, put out his hand around her waist, put her in his arms, and he walked towards King Jiankang.

At this time, King Jiankang's neck wound was closed long ago. He was staring at Chen Rong in a daze.

When Wang Hong approached, he suddenly heaved a long sigh to the sky and said sincerely to Wang Hong, "I'm not as far as you are." The secret fragrance is both a psychedelic and a hallucinogenic drug. It can make people in a relaxed and beautiful dream. It can hide people's feelings and desires at the bottom of their hearts and enlarge them countless times.

Because of this, there is a clear line in her heart when she hears the fragrance. At that moment, in addition to her sexual instinct, she was driven by the most intense obsession hidden in her heart.

For the nobles, what's more, there are more women who are willing to sleep with them. What's more, under the influence of the aphrodisiac, it's just such a simple thing that the festival women become sluts. Dark fragrance is only respected by the royal family and nobles, but also because the beauty presented under its function is dominated by desire and has its own temperament.King Jiankang's eyes, involuntarily, glanced at the bird's human face, and said, "this woman is really an infatuated person, but it's worth cherishing."

At this point, King Jiankang's eyes were a little confused, he said softly: "in the past, my mother also looked at my father's like this...... Unfortunately, she was never smart, so it was easy to be thrown to the brothel by the people sent by the queen and died. Poor her, even if she died, did not win my father's half pity. "

Talking about it in a dreamy way, King Jiankang suddenly looks up and laughs. He laughed wildly, and the wound he had just made was broken again, and blood was pouring out.

In the laughter, King Jiankang suddenly began to sing loudly, "sometimes in the East, sometimes in the west, the soul haunts, when do you have to rest? When can I have a rest

In the high song, he also ignored Wang Hong in front of him, and the fierce blood on his neck. With a swing of wide sleeve, he rushed out like this, until he rushed out far away, and the wild laughter and the singing sound like song and tears were still heard.

Looking at King Jiankang's long-distance figure and a large number of guards attracted by his scream, a staff member came to Wang Hong's side and asked softly, "let's go, Qilang."

Another aide also came forward. He arched his hand toward Wang Hong and said, "Lang Jun, it's the best result."

Wang Hong nodded, looked at the direction that Jian Kangwang rushed out, and smiled slowly. This smile, a little cold.

The party turned and walked out.

When they went out, the guards of the Royal Palace spontaneously dispersed and let them go.

After a while, Wang Hong took Chen Rong to the carriage.

The carriage drove steadily out.

In the carriage, Chen Rong nestles in Wang Hong's arms. She still looks up at him, not for a moment. It seems that subconsciously, she would like to see enough in this way. She would like to see enough in the past, in the future and in this life.

Wang Hong turned to the guards and ordered them to say something. Then he looked down at Chen Rong.

He was obsessed with Chen Rong. His arms were tight.

Hug her waist, put her gently in her arms, Wang Hong's face is close to her face, low call way: "a Rong?"

Chen Rong replied absently, "yes."

Hearing her gentle response, Wang Hong smiled softly. He pecked at her brow with his side head, and said with a low voice, "does ah Rong love me?"

Trance in the face, or tightly grasp his sleeve, heard his question, she murmured: "love."

A word spit out, Wang Hong once again a smile, this smile, brilliant as flowers.

His red lips, pressed on her eyes, gently asked: "then you follow me home, OK?" To her confused big eyes, he gently explained: "back to the king's house, there is my king's house."

Chen Rong tilts his head, but looks at him as if he doesn't understand. For a while, she murmured, "home?" Shaking his head, Chen Rong smiled a little silly, a little silly, "is Qilang silly? I don't have a home. "

She giggled and reached for Wang Hong's smooth chin.

Green hands like jade, like playing the piano, move among his skin. Caress caress, Chen Rong mumbles: "Lang Jun is like my Qilang."

When the word "my Qilang" came out, Wang Hong was stunned. He murmured and repeated, "my Qilang?"

Where can I answer Chen Rong in trance and confusion? She looked at him silly, warm white hands, but unconsciously, sticking his Adam's apple into his lap.

She mumbled, "you are not another man, you are my Qilang..." Chen Rong seems to be persuading herself to relax. After several times of saying this, her body has obviously become soft. She has been forcing her straight neck to relax.

Muttering to herself, she nestled herself in his arms.

Her right hand has come into his breast from his lapel. When the hot little hand touched his cold skin, Chen Rong groaned happily. She drew her face close to him and murmured, "he's not another man. He's Qilang...... I'm from Qilang. "

In the repetition of sentence after sentence, Chen Rong's little face is more and more red, and his breath is more and more disordered.

Just then, her chin was locked in.

Her pretty face, which was red, her eyes blurred, her lips half open, her tongue dark, was forced to lift by a big hand.

She got Wang Hong's eyes.

At this time, Wang Hong's handsome face, such as jade, was already a little faint. His right hand just raised his small face, but his belt was loose. A greasy and warm hand reached into his lower abdomen like a snake.

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