Chapter 170

Chen Rong leans slowly. She puts her face to his.

Feeling the warmth of his face, listening to his bitter sigh, Chen Rong has no comfort, she can not comfort.

Wang Hong put his hand around her waist and called softly, "a Rong." He kissed her in the face, "I don't want to let you go." The voice is soft and willful.

Chen Rong lies motionless in his arms. Her heart is very sweet at this moment. She is the first one to find her because he has a terminal illness, and she is also the one to say that he can't let her go.

He made her feel his care. For her, that's enough. It's enough.

The two nestled together, Chen Rong reached for his forehead.

This touch, she cried happily: "Qilang, your forehead is not hot at all." She opened her eyes wide, joyful, for fear that he would not believe to emphasize: "it is true, you touch, you touch."

Wang Hong smiled. He put his arms around her waist and said, "it's OK to hear that people who have typhoid fever will not suffer if they don't suffer from it."

Chen Rong nodded and said happily, "yes, I've heard that as long as it's not hot or cold tonight, it's not so terrible. If it is not hot or cold for the next three days, it will be OK. "

After a pause, Chen Rong asked, "Qilang, the sun is going down. It will be very cold here at night. Shall we go back to the temple?"

To answer her, Wang Hong, with his eyes closed, answered in a low voice.

Chen Rong, who got his answer, lay down beside him, and she put her hand on his forehead and snuggled up to him.

It's really nice to be separated by each other's body temperature and breathing. Chen couldn't stand gege's smile and said, "it was like that night in the mountain depression outside Nanyang city."

She raised her upper body and looked at him, smiling happily. "Qilang, I thought there would never be such a day."

Wang Hong opens his eyes.

He quietly looked at her, looked at her, he closed his eyes, hoarse, tired and said: "why do ah Rong say this? We can stay together, but you don't want to. Why do you say that? "

At this point, he tooted his mouth and turned over to ignore his appearance.

Chen Rong put his hand around his waist.

He picked up her arm, which was resting on his waist, and threw it aside.

Just now, Chen Rong set up again.

Wang Hong threw her arm away again.

With a smile, Chen Rongge put his arm back to its original place and muttered, "after Qilang's illness, he looks like a child."

Wang Hong let out a discontented hum from his nose, and finally didn't throw her arm away.

Chen Rong hugged his waist, put his face on his back, smelled his breath, and chuckled, "Qilang doesn't know. For a Rong, it's enough to have such a moment."

In the end, she said, her voice is getting lower and lower.

Listening to her sigh, Wang Hong turned around and held her in his bosom. Stroking her hair, he asked in a low voice, "ah Rong, life is too short. Why? Why? "

Nest in his arms of Chen Rong, just shook his head, between, she also giggled: "loosen some, stuffy evil people also."

After today's meeting, her laughter has always been bright, as if at this moment, she is happy from the heart. She still laughed so much when the past moment was short.

Wang Hong stared at her black hair for a long time. He closed his eyes.

Two people embrace each other like this, there is not a sentence, then into the night.

In the latter one hour, Wang Hong did not feel hot or cold any more. Chen Rong was calm.

At night, Chen Rong supported Wang Hong and walked towards the Taoist temple.

As soon as she came near, pingru rushed over and yinggu rushed over. When they saw Wang Hong coming step by step, steady and graceful as usual, they stopped at the same time.

Ping Ruo just wants to speak, Ying Gu has pulled her back.

The two returned to Chen Rong's bedroom.

The night is already deep. After the screen, the dark red lantern is fumigated by the water mist. Chen Rong's back is facing, and her face is a little red.

In the sound of water flowers, Wang Hong's low mute voice came, "Qing Qing."

"How?"

"I can't wipe my back."

Chen Rong's face is red. She bites her lips and says, "it's nothing if you don't wash your back in a day."

Wang Hong's languid voice came, "when Qing Qing and I were in love in the past He just said that, Chen Rong low cry: "stop, stop.".

She said hatefully, "it's only once in all. There's no past."

Wang Hong's voice of grievance came, "that day, I came out of the Jiankang palace. I really worked hard all the way...... Qing Qing, it's really hard. "

Chen Rong red face hummed, tone is not good to remind: "you are still dawdling, be careful of water cooling."

Wang Hong groaned, "the vest itches."

Chen Rong spat on the ground and said, "I'll call yinggu?""No!" Wang Hong mumbled, "I only want my Qing Qing."

Chen Rong spat again.

Hearing her voice, Wang Hong behind the screen began to hum again.

"You, you are ill, you can't do this kind of thing," said Chen Rong, with a red face and biting his lips

Wang Hong seems to be surprised. He complains wrongly, "Qing Qing, you misunderstood me. Your tan Lang is just itching in his vest, which means nothing to him."

Speaking of this, he hurriedly covered his mouth, and asked in a low and joyful way, "is it Qing Qing's thought?"

"Don't talk nonsense," she cried in a low voice

After a pause, she reminded again, "the water is really cold."

Wang Hong buried his face in the water, and the voice came from the urn. "I want Qing Qing to treat me as if he were in a carriage that day."

He said that it was the time he rescued her from the Jiankang palace.

On that day, Chen Rongzhong was enchanted by the enchanting fragrance.

Chen tolerated and tolerated again, but still replied, "I don't remember the situation at that time."

Wang Hong raised his head from the water and shouted, "you are a liar!" The voice is full of complaints.

This tone, this voice, let Chen Rong think of his blushing face, the beautiful eyes, and the beautiful face like water drop and jade.

Her face was red and she bit her lips. Chen Rong thought to herself, "what am I stubborn about?"? Maybe after today, there will be no tomorrow...... I, I listen to him.

On this thought, she stood up.

Wang Hong smiled a low smile at Chen Rong's graceful posture.

He was greatly ashamed of his smile. She just wanted to be angry with him. There was a sound of footsteps outside. Sun Yan's voice came from afar, "a Rong a Rong."

Sun Yan?

Chen Rong was stunned and hurriedly glanced at Wang Hong. After the screen, Wang Hong leaned lazily on the edge of the bathtub. "Qing Qing, you can't see outsiders when you have such a fling."

Chen Rong glared at him, blushing angrily and said, "who has had sex with you?"

That is to say, she knew that it was too embarrassing to meet Sun Yan at this time.

At this time, the footsteps came to the outside of the temple, and Ping Nu and Ying Gu met at the same time. Chen Rong heard Ying Gu's voice, "it's the grandson's Lang Jun. my fairy has already gone to bed."

"Sleeping?" Sun Yan stopped and said, "why do you sleep so early? There are lanterns in the West Lane tonight. "

Pingnu smiled and said, "I'm sorry, but the fairy is actually going to bed." Yinggu said, "when the fairy comes back, she laughs happily and says that she is tired of playing."

After a period of silence, Sun Yan sighed a long time and said: "why do you sleep so early in such a bright moon? That's all. " Then he turned and left.

There was silence outside.

After the screen, there was a sound of water flowers. Chen Rong heard it, and hurriedly called out, "if you, yinggu, please get some more hot water."

The two did not go far, they should say yes.

After a while, after the screen, Wang Hong's stuffy voice came, "why don't you mention your steps? Do you want to cheat? "

Chen Rong is thinking about Sun Yan. Hearing this, he can't help but smile. At this time, the door of the room rang softly, and yinggu's voice came, "hot water is coming."

Chen Rong answered, "let go."

"Yes."

Chen Rong opened the door and brought in the bucket of water. She said that she was good at carrying the water easily.

After carrying water to the screen, Chen Rong lowered his head and said, "back up a little."

Men shrink from kindness to a corner.

Chen Rong lifts the water and pours it into the bucket. On one side, she looked over the wall. Her face was red and her eyes were wide open, but she dared not look at the naked man.

At this time, a warm heat came.

When the wet, warm skin touched her, Chen Rong's hand shuddered, swished, and a blush dipped into her neck.

"Don't touch me."

Chen Rong whispered an order.

As soon as the order came out, the hand took her arm and dragged her into the bucket.

Suddenly, Chen Rong fell forward involuntarily. She put out her hand casually and held it steady, but she pressed on a slippery body.

Flustered, Chen Rong hurriedly moved his hand, but in this way, she would be unstable, and fell into the tub with no idea.

As soon as she enters the water, the man in the bucket laughs. He holds Chen Rong in the bucket. Chen Rong wanted to struggle. First of all, he started with smooth and naked skin. Second, he considered that he was ill, and finally didn't dare to exert himself.

In a blink of an eye, Chen Rong and the man crowded together. The water splashed all over her head, making her hair wet, and her clothes wet, firmly sticking to her body, showing a beautiful curve.

The water splashed down her brow, blocking her view. Chen Rong tried hard to blink her natural big eyes. She wanted to see clearly. Her gorgeous face was also flushed, which was really cute.

Wang Hong looked at her, suddenly opened his bare arms, and put her right in his arms.He hugged her tightly, hugged her, and asked in a low voice, "ah Rong, be with me." This is from the end of some serious. Almost trembling, he asked: "a Rong, life with pillow, death with acupoints, not very good?"

He held her so tightly that his voice was weak.

Never like this moment, let Chen Rong feel that he is so eager, is so deep hope.

Chen Rong was hugged in his arms, she trembled, her lips wriggled and wriggled. At last, she said in a low voice: "when you become your concubine, you will not only sleep with Lang Junsheng. When you die, you need to ask your family permission, the mother's permission..."....... Lang Jun, a Rong is not a man who can make amends. In my life, I will not call anyone the master mother. "

This words, still calm, still hard.

Slowly, Wang Hong released her.

He turned around and said quietly, "rub my back." Just for a moment, his voice and just, has been different, as if he also picked up his rational calm.

Chen Rong, with a light voice, slowly and carefully wiped the hard and delicate texture like white jade.

She could not help but lower her head and put a kiss on his shoulder blade. Kiss into the water, not a bit.

The voice of men's indifference came, "Qing Qing, the heart is iron stone, why do you have to do this boring action? Do you want to comfort me with this kiss? "

Where he couldn't see, Chen Rong just shook her head, she didn't speak.

Standing up wet from the bucket, Chen Rong went to the screen and turned her back to the man. After she changed a suit of clothes, she said softly, "the water is going to cool. Come out."

This time, the man stood up. The sound of sissy dressed.

After a while, the man turned around and walked towards the door.

Chen Rong hurriedly ran away. She pulled at his sleeve. "It's windy outside."

The man toots the mouth, does not have the refutation finally by Chen Rong to drag back several times.

Put the man on the collapse, Chen Rong picked up the towel, rubbed his hair for him, and smiled: "it's very shabby here. There's no ambergris to smoke or white jade pillow. I don't know if I'm used to it. "

She laughed easily, as if nothing had happened.

The man ignored her.

Chen Rong rubbed his hair carefully and looked at the man who was totally different from the past. Chen Rong knelt down slowly.

She knelt at the same height as him, then with her own face, against his face. Looking at the two faces close to each other in the bronze mirror, Chen Rong said in a low voice: "Qilang, give me a strand of hair, OK?"

She asked, but her hand picked up the scissors.

Through the Yellow bronze mirror, I watched the gorgeous little woman behind me, pious and gentle, one by one, picking up his long hair and putting it in the jade palm. Wang Hong's willful lips were slowly tightened.

He closed his eyes.

As he closed his eyes, all the fragility, willfulness, bewilderment that had floated on his face all disappeared.

At this moment, he is the same as before.

Just Chen Rong didn't notice.

Wang Hong's lips moved, and his voice was as clear as water. He whispered in the room, "it's to wash the white clothes that have caused my blood, and put them on the pillow. It's to cut this strand of hair and hide it on the side of his body. Wouldn't you be my concubine?"

His Adam's Adam's apple rolled for a while, but at last he uttered a sigh of hate, "how can there be such a stubborn woman as you in this world?"

Chen Rong did not speak. She just lowered her head and focused on picking up his long hair, one by one, one by one.

After a while, Wang Hong, whose hair was dry, glanced at the copper mirror. The woman who was carefully putting his long hair in the sachet said in a low voice, "it's night. Go to sleep."

After that, he stood up, his hair drooped, his white robe moved, and he walked slowly to the only room that collapsed.

Sleeping in the slumber, his voice came like the wind, "come to sleep, I will not move you."

See Chen Rong did not move, he closed his eyes, light said: "I got, not typhoid."

As soon as the words came out, Chen Rongteng raised his head.

After a while, Wang Hong's faint voice came, "come here, tomorrow I will go back to the mansion and meet again. I don't know what it is."

Hearing this, Chen Rong's heart tightened. She walked over and slept on his side gently. With his arm in her arms, she leaned quietly against him and pressed her face tightly under his chest and armpit.

This smell his body rest, feel his heartbeat, Chen Rong motionless.

Wang Hong did not move either. He closed his eyes as if he were asleep.

The hourglass went by little by little.

Her heart beat, gradually from the rush to ease.

His heartbeat, has been firm and powerful.

Chen Rong has always opened her eyes. She stares at the white dress at the tip of her nose, and feels the warmth of the bottom of the white dress, as well as the body breath.

。。。。。。I don't know how long later, Chen Rong slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Wake up again, in a sound of birds. As soon as Chen Rong's eyes opened, he touched them.

Side, empty.

Chen Rong was surprised and hurriedly supported himself.

Where else is there?

Yesterday was not a dream, Mingming. Chen Rong hurriedly stepped on the wooden shoes and walked out. With a squeak, Chen Rong opened the door and looked at the servant sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard. Chen Rong hurriedly walked a few steps and asked, "where's your husband?"

This servant is from Wang Hong. He held hands to Chen Rong and said respectfully, "Lang Jun left early in the morning."

"How did you leave?"

"It's a carriage. Last time, didn't Lang Jun put several carriages in the audience? "

Is that right?

Chen Rongqing should go out slowly.

She went all the way to the mountain platform on the left side of the gate, holding on to the stone railing, and there were few people in Jiankang city below...... Looking around, I can't see the familiar figure.

Chen Rong turns around, she chuckles her lips and does not move for a long time.

A black carriage is driving steadily in Jiankang city in the early morning. The wheels rolled on the slate Road, making a dull noise.

Yufu is a man in his thirties. He is also a strong man with a strong body.

Among these people, the pale and thin scribe in his forties seemed to have an eye.

He got close to the carriage and said in a low voice, "it's still Mr. Lang's wisdom. Yesterday, five waves of people jumped out."

In the carriage, Wang Hong's gentle voice came, "not only they, but also slightly changed. Remember."

"It's been written down."

The scribe answered, stroking his long beard and said, "this time, the prince and the seventh king of Langya got sick at the same time. I don't know how many people were happy. Ha ha, "he smiled at Wang Hong and said in the sun," why is Lang Jun not ill for a few days? I think it will bring more people. "

In the carriage, Wang Hong's voice had a faint chill, "no need. If you continue to be ill, even those close to you will be ill. "

As soon as the words came out, the literati was stunned. In a blink of an eye, he made his head bigger. Yes, in this world, he originally came and went for profit. If you drag it down again, you will be afraid that those who originally belonged to Lang Jun will also have a floating mind.

After a few more words, the scribe stared at the man in the carriage and suddenly laughed, "what can he do?" He blinked. In his sincerity, he asked with a smile: "I remember when Lang Jun came to watch yesterday, but he said that this time, he used wind and cold to fake typhoid fever. It's really one arrow and many hair..."...... At least that woman will be soft hearted. A woman who doesn't know her husband, but feels that life and death are impermanent and not stubborn anymore? To enter your house? "

His smile is abominable.

When the guards saw this, they chuckled one by one, but they still stared at the front seriously, afraid that their husband would be angry.

However, in a moment of silence, the man in the carriage replied. He was low and said with a wry smile, "I feel that life and death are impermanent, and I will not be stubborn any more? She was very glad to hear that I had typhoid. "

The crowd swished their heads and looked into the carriage.

In a crowd of consternation, Wang Hong's voice is full of powerlessness. "She is very happy to return to me: if you and I can die here, it will be a complete success."

First, they were all in a daze. In a blink of an eye, they laughed loudly.

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