Chapter Seventy-Six: Chen Rong's Name

Wang Hong looked at Chen Rong's carriage and smiled lightly, "Come down." ”

Chen Rong lifted the curtain, and a clear 'beautiful' face appeared in front of him. At this time, her face was a little pale, and it was obvious that the scene just now made her palpitated.

Wang Hong looked at her and didn't ask, so he turned around like this, flicked his long sleeves, "Go in." ”

"Yes."

The servants followed him and walked inside.

Chen Rong is also among them.

She sat in the corner of the study, her head bowed, a ray of sunlight entered through the 'door', shining in the void in front of her, and the dust rose and fell in the light, just like life.

Chen Rong looked at the light and unconsciously looked at it.

I don't know how long it took, but a figure stood in front of her, blocking the light.

Chen Rong raised his head.

She met Wang Hong's gentle eyes.

He stared at her, slowly leaning forward, slowly reaching out his fingers to caress her little white face.

Before his fingers arrived, the body temperature that belonged to him hit his nose, Chen Rong lowered his eyes, instinctively wanted to avoid it, but forced himself to remain motionless.

It's just that, unconsciously, her 'chest' mouth was dull and painful because she held her breath for too long.

His hand was like a 'spring' wind, brushing her face, and the slender white fingers were dipped away, and the owner of the finger smiled and said softly: "What a mistake, look, this hair is stuck to the face." ”

The voice is shallow, gentle and clear, like the flowing spring, like the wind at night, gently blowing by.

His hand 'twitched' away.

Chen Rong, who had been holding her breath, secretly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and at this moment, there was an indescribable emotion in her heart.

Wang Hong moved away and sat down across from her. He didn't raise his head, and shouted in a clear voice: "In the last half day of preparing wine and 'meat', I want to get drunk with a beautiful woman."

The last half day?

Chen Rong raised his head with a whizz.

She looked at him steadily, her lips moving.

Wang Hong didn't look at her, he picked up the wine jug, and filled himself and her with elegant movements, at this moment, the ray of sunshine just shone on his white and handsome face, making the shallow hair, the gentle smile, clearly visible.

Chen Rong lowered his eyes.

The last half day.

Yes, in the previous life, he was killed when the city of tomorrow was broken, and the Xianbei Hu people celebrated his death and sacrificed the three armies. In her previous life, her last and only impression of Wang Qilang was that at that time, the Hu people used gold as a coffin and gold 'jade' as clothes, and sent his bones back to Jiankang ceremoniously.

Hu Ren's actions shocked the whole world. You must know that in the hearts of the Han people, the Hu people have no 'sex' and feed on people. It is extremely inconceivable that such an animal, to a famous man of the Central Plains, to a young man who has not yet reached the crown, to be so respectful and prudently return his bones.

In the following ten years, when the Jin people talked about Wang Hong, they were all 'confused' and 'confused', and everything about him became a complete mystery.

In this life, she sat opposite him, whether it was for herself, or for him, or for the promise she made when she was rescued from Nanyang Mansion that day, she couldn't let him die, she didn't allow it

Just as Chen Rong was thinking, her little hand warmed.

But it was Wang Hong who picked up the wine glass and put it in the palm of her hand.

His hand didn't move away.

The slender white fingers gently hooked her middle finger, and even, still gently rubbing, with his movements, an unusually soft penetrated the body.

Chen Rongqiang endured it and did not withdraw his fingers.

Wang Hong lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes were slightly constricted, adding two small arc-shaped 'yin' shadows to his handsome and incomparably handsome face.

He caressed her fingers intently and asked in a low voice, "Why did Qing come?" ”

The sound was very soft and faint, like a night breeze blowing through the heavens and the earth.

Chen Rong pursed his lips, and for a while, he didn't know how to answer him.

Wang Hong raised his head, he stared intently at her face, waiting for her to answer.

After a while, Chen Rong swallowed his saliva and said dryly: "If you are not here, I am afraid that the king of Nanyang will not be good for me." ”

At this moment, more than a dozen answers poured out in her heart, but she didn't expect that in the end, what she gave him was the most indifferent and unpleasant reason.

Wang Hong chuckled, he hooked her middle finger and wrapped it gently, while rubbing her fingertips with his fingertips, he said casually, very lightly and gently: "In order to get rid of King Nanyang, Ah Rong is even willing to go to this mortal situation?" ”

His movements were very gentle and gentle, and his fingertips were a little thick, rubbing like this, making her fingertips tremble. This trembling trembled all the way to the tip of my heart.

Chen Rong bit his 'lip', suppressed the strangeness that welled up in his heart, and said in a low voice: "It doesn't have to be a fatal situation"

When she said this, she quietly raised her eyes and looked at Wang Hong.

Wang Hong's handsome and lofty face was pale, and he didn't seem to hear the determination in Chen Rong's tone. Just laughing.

Slowly, he let go of her hand and stood up.

At the moment when he stood up, Chen Rong found that the man in front of him suddenly became distant and ethereal. Just now he made her feel that they were so close, but in the blink of an eye, Chen Rong suddenly found that he was still the white cloud in the sky, and she was still the floating leaves

Wang Hong stood up straight, looked down at Chen Rong, and smiled faintly and detachedly, "Ah Rong came from afar, he must be tired, let's rest for a while." ”

With that, he flicked his sleeves, turned around gracefully, and drifted away.

Looking at his back as he walked away and gradually disappeared into the sun, Chen Rongzhi took a long time before he answered in the empty study, "Yes." ”

After that, Chen Rong sat down slowly.

Until now, her 'legs' are still soft, and her heart is a little 'chaotic' because she faced Wang Hong again.

She needs to be alone for a while.

Half an hour later, Chen Rong walked out of the study.

At this moment, outside the city wall, the shouts of the Hu people, the neighing of war horses, and the voices of people were together, which seemed very noisy.

In addition to a few frightened maids and maids in the courtyard, there was only Shang Suo. Chen Rong waved his hand and beckoned a maidservant 'girl' and said, "Bring me a set of your family's clothes." ”

The maid didn't bother to ask her why, so she bowed her head and ran to the bedroom.

After a while, a set of light green and a set of snow-white robes were placed in front of Chen Rong at the same time.

The maidservant said softly, "These are Shichiro's old clothes. Which one is the 'girl' in mind? ”

Chen Rong said: "Let's be light." "From a very young age, Chen Rong didn't like to wear plain clothes. First, she couldn't wear that kind of pure cleanliness, and second, it was the clothes of the common people, and she didn't like it.

After taking the clothes, seeing that the maid 'girl' turned around to leave, Chen Rong ordered: "Give me makeup." ”

With that, she sat down in front of the bronze mirror.

The maid 'girl' answered absentmindedly, came behind her, and asked, "What kind of hairstyle does the 'girl' want to comb?" ”

"The clothes are men's clothes, and the hairstyle is naturally a men's hairstyle. By the way, you can talk to the maids later, and say, Only Lang Jun came, and there was no 'girl' Lang."

The maid was stunned and asked, "Why?" As soon as she asked, she immediately thought of the reason, and hurriedly responded: "Yes." ”

After a while, Chen Rong, dressed as a young man, appeared in front of the bronze mirror.

To be honest, Chen Rong was not successful in pretending to be a man, her facial features were too bright and 'glamorous', and her figure was too good, no matter how wide the robe was, she always had a bit of grace when she wore it on her body.

But the big war is imminent, and she doesn't need to care about these details.

Chen Rong glanced at himself in the mirror and strode out.

When she walked out of the courtyard, she found that the aisle was sparsely populated, and occasionally she saw a few servants, who were also running, looking anxious and 'chaotic'.

It seems that in the entire City Lord's Mansion, the calmest and most peaceful one is still Wang Qilang's courtyard.

After walking for a while, Chen Rong saw a servant of the palace and hurriedly asked, "Where is Qilang?" ”

The servant came and went in a hurry, and did not look closely at who was questioning, but waved his hand and replied, "On the castle tower." ”

"Thank you."

Chen Rong strode towards the city tower.

After a while, he saw Wang Qilang standing on the high city tower, white-clothed and dusty. This is a very strange thing, obviously there are people in front of him and behind him, and there is a hustle and bustle inside and outside the city. But when he stood there, Chen Rong felt that the sky was high and the clouds were light, and only the Yiren were independent.

Chen Rong walked behind Wang Qilang.

Unlike Wang Qilang, who was looking at the sky, Chen Rong looked down at the Hu people under the city. This is the 'gate' of the southern city, and the Hu people below are densely packed, and there are tens of thousands. Tens of thousands of Hu people squatted under the city, some cooking, and some gathered in groups to laugh.

At first glance, it looked very 'chaotic', but after a closer look, Chen Rong immediately found that these Hu people were neatly lined up, with clothes and armor on their bodies, and their weapons had never left the left and right.

Chen Rong stared at the bottom for a while, and then suddenly said: "Qilang, I thought that this 'door' had a glimmer of life."

She suddenly spoke out, which woke up Wang Hong.

He turned his head to look.

Seeing that it was Chen Rong, his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth smiled faintly.

Tilting his head and staring at her quietly, Wang Hong suddenly stretched out his hand and waved at her, "I am willing to take Qing's hand"

When he said this, his tone was a little slow, and his expression was unusual, as if he was making some kind of promise.

It was impossible for Chen Rongzi to stretch out his hand.

She smiled at him, stared into his eyes and said seriously, "Shichiro, we may be able to get out of the south gate." ”

She turned to the city gate, pointed with her right hand, and said in a deep voice: "Qilang, please look, the left and the right, as well as the Hu people in the middle and the rear, are they different?" ”

She didn't hear anything back.

Chen Rong looked back.

Wang Hongzheng tilted his head sideways, looking at her quietly.

Under the sunset, Chen Rong's beautiful face was dyed with a layer of gold, her eyes were so bright, her young skin was so vibrant, and her body was hidden under a wide coat, and there was also a suppressed 'excitement' and vitality.

Wang Hong retracted his gaze, also looked at the city, and said, "There is an abnormality, what does Ah Rong think?" ”

Chen Rong was about to answer, when a sound of footsteps came, accompanied by a clear laughter, "Qilang is here?" Oh, who is this Lang Jun? ”

The voice was a little suspicious.

Chen Rong turned his head and faced the middle-aged and elegant, leisurely Moyang City Lord. Even though the war was imminent, and the city was about to be destroyed, the face of this scholar doctor was also smiling, as if he was not facing a catastrophe of life and death, but a banquet and a poetry meeting.

Chen Rong took a step forward and wanted to answer.

Before she could speak, Wang Hong walked behind her and stretched out his hand.

He was so idle, he naturally put his hand on her shoulder, smiled and said, "He, it's my Qingqing, come today, and die with me." ”

Chen Rong froze.

The smile on her face, and the greeting she was about to blurt out, were choked.

She never expected that Wang Hong would give such an answer

The eyes of the Moyang City Lord lit up.

He looked Chen Rong up and down, stroked his long beard, nodded and sighed: "If you look like a virgin, your appearance is 'gorgeous', with such a Qingqing, no wonder Wang Qilang, who is famous all over the world, is also willing to break his sleeves." ”

Speaking of this, the city lord of Moyang looked at the Hu people under the city and muttered, "I'm not as good as Qilang." This time, there was no hand in hand on the Huangquan Road. ”

He sighed to himself, he didn't notice Chen Rong at this time, his expression was sluggish, his 'legs' were weak, and the whole person was about to faint.

Just when Chen Rong softened backwards, her waist warmed, but Wang Hong supported her.

He gently supported her, lovingly put her in his arms, his thin 'lips' against her cheek, exhaled a warm breath, and said softly: "Qingqing is unwell?" ”

Chen Rong didn't have the strength to reply.

At this time, she closed her eyes in pain.

To be honest, this time she came to Moyang City, firstly, to avoid trouble, and secondly, because she knew the beginning and end of this battle, and she believed that as long as she grasped it well, as long as things were still walking according to the trajectory of her previous life, she could take Wang Hong and Sun Yan to escape

Therefore, she sat in the carriage and did not come out, she put on men's clothes, just for the sake of the future, and wanted to keep her honor. I still think that after I succeed, I will retreat with my whole body.

But at this moment, Wang Hong's arm was on her waist, his 'chest' was against her back, and his 'lips' were against her cheek.

Poor her, when she died of self-mutilation in her previous life, she was still a virgin, and she had never been so close to any man. This life is good, first he took away the first 'kiss', and then he put it in his arms like this, the left sentence Qingqing, the right sentence Qingqing screamed.

This man is too hateful.

Chen Rong secretly gritted her teeth, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she looked at herself and Wang Hong at the Moyang City Lord, with envious eyes. At that moment, she gritted her teeth and moved, and it immediately turned into a shy smile.

After squeezing out a smile, Chen Rong lowered his head. She pulled at his hand that was locked around her waist.

With a slight tug, his arm did not move.

Chen Rong bit down and slammed his arm, but his arm still didn't move.

Chen Rongxiu frowned and pinched hard

"Ouch"

Wang Hong let out a cry of pain.

The Moyang City Lord turned his head to look at him in surprise and asked, "What?" ”

The corners of Wang Hong's mouth raised, shallowly, and smiled elegantly: "It's okay, I was bitten by an ant." ”

The city lord of Moyang laughed and said, "Qilang is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of ants?" ”

Wang Hong raised his eyebrows and said leisurely: "That ant bites people, specializes in nailing people's tender 'meat', bites hard, nails hard, no matter how you don't let go, of course I'm afraid." He said that he was afraid, but whether it was his expression or tone, he was leisurely.

The Moyang City Lord laughed.

At this time, Wang Hong lowered his head. He smiled lightly, gently took Chen Rong's earlobe, 'sucked', licked, and 'kissed', and asked with a drowning mouth' 'kiss': "Is Qingqing afraid of death, or is she afraid of the pain of the ants' heart?" ”

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