Chen Rong didn't answer, she knew that she was indeed too low-born.

But what's the matter? I've done it all over again! Chen Rong clenched his fists and said to Shang Suo, "Suo, step forward a little more." ”

If you step forward again, you will squeeze into these teenagers and girls.

When Chen Rong's carriage approached, several teenagers looked back at her. Just one glance, their gaze is stunned, stupid.

Chen Rong was originally delicate and bright. After being reincarnated as a human being, her youthful beauty added a maturity, which has both the maturity and beauty of a young woman and the youthful and immature style of a girl, which makes her particularly conspicuous among the girls.

A young man surnamed Lu stared at her with burning eyes and asked, "Whose sister-in-law is this?" ”

Without waiting for Chen Rong to speak, Wang Wulang smiled and said, "She is the daughter of the Chen family in Pingcheng, and she is famous." ”

Pingcheng Chen? As soon as this name was reported, the eyes of the children of the Lu clan lit up. The Chen family in Pingcheng is only a small branch of the Chen family, and his daughter is not noble. Since the status is not high, it is not difficult for the beautiful girl in front of them to marry her as a wife or ask for a concubine.

When the children of the Lu clan looked at Chen Rongzhuo, Chen Rong's face was always as calm as water.

She stepped out of the carriage, took two steps forward, raised her head, and looked at Wang Shichilang Wang Hong, who was surrounded by all the girls, with bottomless eyes as dark as midnight.

Wang Hong was also looking at her.

Looking at each other, this rare beautiful man suddenly smiled, and this smile, his snow-white teeth shone dazzlingly in the sun. Unconsciously, Chen Rong turned his head to the side and looked away as he did when they met for the first time.

The girls surrounding Wang Hong suddenly saw this kind of beauty and smiled, first stunned, and in a blink of an eye, there were screams of joy.

The famous man of the Lu clan who was blocked with Wang Hong was a young man in his twenties, with a rectangular face, eyebrows like a sword, and a handsome appearance, and when he heard the screams here, he couldn't help but turn his head and follow Wang Hong's gaze.

Facing the beautiful Chen Rong, the famous man of the Lu clan smiled and said to Wang Hong: "It turns out that Qilang likes this kind of beauty. ”

Wang Hong took a look and said, "She is the Chen family Arong I told you." ”

Lu Mingshi's eyes lit up, and he looked at Chen Rong again before retracting his gaze.

As soon as Chen Rong appeared, the two beautiful men were interested, which made the girls dissatisfied, and they squeezed in the direction of Chen Rong. After a while, black heads, wisps of fluttering gauze shirts, and even several carriages across the row, they occupied Chen Rong's line of sight, so that she couldn't see Wang Hong and the two at all.

Chen Rong withdrew his gaze and returned to the carriage.

As soon as she got into the carriage, she took out a lyre from between the walls.

Chen Rong in her previous life, at her age, was indeed an unlearned person.

But since she met that person, in order to take off her 'vulgar' hat, she has been practicing this lyre for several years. She is also very talented, and after practicing for two years, she already understands the samadhi. Before her death, with this piano piece alone, she had already earned a reputation for both talent and beauty.

Chen Rong lowered his head, put the piano on the table, and then gently plucked the strings with his right hand!

As a series of light and fluttering music sounded, the noise of the crowd instantly subsided.

Chen Rong didn't look up.

Her right hand is lightly hooked, like the sound of the piano in the flowing spring and breeze, just like the bright moon in the sky, quietly coming, silently overflowing, extremely Qinghua.

The hustle and bustle is gone.

Fifty or sixty girls turned their heads to look at Chen Rong at the same time.

At this time, Chen Rong just looked intently at the collapsing qin, her beautiful facial features, at this moment, like a quiet spring water, rippling with gorgeous light under the shade of the tree. It is a kind of clear and tranquil, woven with flamboyant beauty.

Unconsciously, all the teenagers were stupid and stupid.

These children in Chinese costumes, they were born and destined for their cultivation. On weekdays, even if you are not proficient in this qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, you must have it.

At this moment, as soon as Chen Rong's piano sound floated in, they immediately felt that the sound of this piano was extraordinary.

The piano has been popular in the world since Yao Shun, and its sound is pure and elegant, and it is the most respected musical instrument among scholars in this era. It can be said that at this time, there were very few scholars who could not play the piano. Not to mention others, Wang Jiaqilang Wang Hong is an outstanding piano player.

As early as the first time they met, Wang Hong knew from Chen Rong's footsteps that she also knew that she also knew piano skills.

But he never expected that Chen Rong's piano would play so well! A fifteen-year-old sister-in-law, this piano song, played fluttering brightly, smooth as the wind, rippling, as if in his ear to pour out the lovesickness after parting, and happy to see each other again. Moreover, this kind of lovesickness and joy drift like a spring breeze, tossing and turning like a flowing spring, consciously or unconsciously, extremely romantic.

Generally speaking, the sound of the piano played by scholars and celebrities is pure, elegant and ethereal. But in the sound of this sister-in-law's piano, there is another kind of gorgeousness that is different from everyone else.

This kind of piano skill is really not inferior to him.

Unconsciously, everyone raised their heads, and Wang Hong and the others closed their eyes and listened quietly.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of the flowing piano gradually drifted away and gradually turned into nothingness.

Chen Rong slowly raised his head.

As she looked up, a mischievous strand of shredded hair scattered across her jade white cheeks. Her eyes rolled, and her midnight-like eyes looked at Wang Hong very deeply and quietly.

The eyes are facing each other.

Chen Rong smiled at him, a little shy, and a little happy, and then, she lowered her eyes and said slowly: "I am very happy to see a gentleman again." ”

After saying these eight words, she pulled down the curtain. With a low, melodious command from the carriage, Shang Suo drove the carriage back again.

In the midst of the whispers, Chen Rong's carriage drove back into the queue.

At this time, whether it was the children of the Wang family or the people of the Lu family, they were all looking at Chen Rong's location. But no matter how much they wished, the carriage curtain never opened.

I don't know how long it took, a Wang girl exclaimed: "This Ah Rong, when did you learn such piano skills?" ”

Everyone was stunned.

Wang Wulang also recovered from his dementia, he frowned, shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it." ”

The seventh daughter of the Wang family snorted coldly and said with a smile: "This Chen Arong's piano is indeed beautiful. It's a pity, it's just a tribal maid. ”

Her voice is not low.

As soon as the words fell, several people nodded in agreement. The demented eyes of the teenagers were even clearer, and unconsciously, the look of pride and disdain returned to their faces again - what about extraordinary piano skills? What about good looks? The origin of a tribal concubine shows that she will always be inferior to them. This kind of person is not worth falling for.

The children who came back to their senses quickly retracted their gaze from Chen Rong.

At this time, a girl surnamed Lu shouted urgently: "Huh? Where is Hiroro? ”

Wang Hong?

The women turned their heads at the same time to search, looking around, and they found that Wang Hong and Lu Zhi, two famous men, had already sat back in the carriage. All they could see was the swaying curtain.