Chapter 198: Wang Hong returns

When the news reached Sun Yan's ears, he was outside the city. Ignoring the presence of the elders, he turned on his horse, turned his horse's head, and galloped towards the city.

When he rushed to the city gate, it was the setting sun, and he entered the city at the last moment when the city gate was closed.

Jumping off the horse, holding the reins and hurrying towards it, after knocking down countless pedestrians, Sun Yan came to Wang Hong's mansion. At this time, the twilight was dark, and the heavens and the earth were dark.

Outside the 'gate' of the house, there are people of all kinds of 'colors' from time to time, but the 'door' of the house is closed, and the brilliant lights and the quiet courtyard have a kind of calm that makes people frighten.

Sun Yan threw away the horse, turned over and jumped onto the wall.

He was able to fall to the ground, and more than a dozen guards rushed out from all directions, their swords in their hands, and at the same time shouted, "Who? ”

As soon as the cheers fell, they saw the sweaty face of Sun Yan, and at the same time, they crossed their hands, and they called: "It turned out to be Sun Jialangjun." They knew why Sun Yan had come, and after glancing at each other, they stepped back.

Sun Yan strode towards the courtyard where Chen Rong was.

In the blink of an eye, he stepped into the arch 'door', and as soon as the person rushed in, he grabbed the placket of a maid's 'girl' with an arrow step, lifted her and asked urgently: "Where is Ah Rong?" His voice trembled, "How is she?" ”

The maid 'girl' was carried by him like this, her neck was strangled, her face was flushed, and she only knew that her hands and feet were dancing 'wildly', where could she answer his words?

At this moment, several maidservants and guards poured out at the same time, looked behind Sun Yan at the same time, saluted at the same time, and called, "Lang Jun." ”

Pimp? Wang Hong is back?

Sun Yan swished back.

When he turned around, a wind blew past him, and in the blink of an eye, the white-colored figure had swept into the stairs and into the room.

Seeing Wang Hong enter, Sun Yan hurriedly shook off the poor maid 'girl' and hurriedly followed.

The two of them rushed in like this, and their clothes drifted into the room with a gust of wind, and in an instant, the beaded curtains tinkled, the veils flew in all directions, and the incense burner shook quietly.

Sun Yan rushed to the side of the 'bed' in a few arrow steps, he just stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the 'bed', and saw Wang Hong coming at a glance, but his hand froze.

Wang Hong's face was very white, very white, this kind of snow-white face 'color', coupled with his deep eyes, in this dim room, made him a little frightened.

In Sun Yan's widening eyes, Wang Hong walked up to him. Wang Hong didn't look at him, he stared intently, staring at the 'bed' for a moment, and the hand that stretched out to pull the 'bed' curtain was trembling and trembling.

His hand trembled so violently that he grasped the veil several times, but could not pull it apart with all his strength. Seeing this, Sun Yan stretched out his hand and tore the veil open for him.

Both of them looked down at the same time and looked at the 'bed' collapse.

The 'bed' collapsed, the finch gold quilt was lowered, and Chen Rong's face was as gray as gold paper. She slept there, her eyes closed, her lips slightly pursed, a white and tender 'fat' hand, and the corners of the quilt were tightly clasped.

The lights and candles shone on her face, and the warm yellow 'color' was obvious, but for some reason, it made her dye a bit of tranquility that made her heart tremble.

Slowly, Wang Hongsoft fell before the collapse.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and it took a lot of effort before that hand reached out in front of Chen Rong. Just as he was about to touch it, his hand shrank, and after a while, the hand touched Chen Rong's face again.

His long, white fingers, tenderly, carefully moved over her pale 'lips'.

Sun Yan also stretched out his hand, but he buckled it to Chen Rong's wrist. After 'touching' for a while, he turned to Wang Hong with a blue face, suppressed and choked up: "How did you look at her?" Wang Hong, why can't you even protect a 'woman'? Yes? ”

When he roared, the spit flew to Wang Hong's face, but he didn't seem to hear it at all, just carefully stroked Chen Rong's 'lips' and stroked her 'straight' nose.

Sun Yan was furious, and stretched out his hand to pull at Wang Hong's placket.

At this moment, Wang Hong moved, he 'withdrew' his hand, covered his face with both hands, and lowered his head。。。。。。。 One drop, two drops, tears silently trickled down his fingers and dripped silently onto the floor.

Sun Yan was stunned, he didn't realize until this time that Wang Hong's white clothes had long since turned into mud clothes, and the knuckles of his fingers were green, swollen and bloodstained, which was a sign of tightening something.

Wang Hong covered his face with his hands, tears raining down, but from beginning to end, he didn't make a sound。。。。。。 Tears flowed so violently, but no sound came out, how could this scene be so desolate?

Sun Yan lowered his outstretched hand, his lips moved, and finally whispered: "What are you crying about?" No one is dead. ”

He turned his head and shouted outside, "Where are all the dead?" What did the doctor say? ”

The shouts were violent, but no one answered.

Sun Yan was furious.

At this moment, Wang Hong's low, tearful voice came, "Come out." ”

Seeing that he finally stopped crying, Sun Yan hurriedly looked back. At this glance, he was stunned: Wang Hong in front of him, with a handsome and flawless face, still has a 'color' appearance, his eyes are crystal clear, and his posture is beautiful and noble.

As soon as Wang Hong's voice fell, a man in black appeared in the corner.

Wang Hong lowered his head, looked at Chen Rong without blinking, and said in a low voice, "What did she say?" ”

The man in black replied: "I haven't spoken, but before she fell to the ground, she once 'confessed' something to Xie Heting, Qilang, I killed the person, it has nothing to do with you, don't cause trouble." The black-clothed man's voice was very old-fashioned, and he didn't rise or fall in his speech. When Chen Rong's words were repeated, there was no trace of emotion in his words.

But as soon as his words fell, Wang Hong's hand on the collapsed tightly clasped the brocade quilt. He buckled so tightly, so tightly, that his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

But Rao is like this, his face is still calm, his eyes are still crystalline, and his posture is still elegant.

Sun Yan glared at him and snorted heavily, he reached out into a fist, and was about to throw a punch at Wang Hong's face. The half-outstretched fist froze again: a wisp of blood overflowed from Wang Hong's mouth, dripped down the corner of the 'lip' and fell to the floor.

Blood flowed down drop by drop, handsome and flawless face, satin-like black hair, noble posture, and demonic blood, in this quiet room, converged into a strange picture.

Sun Yan stared at him, and only woke up when he saw him caressing his 'chest' in a graceful and slow manner. With a heavy snort, Sun Yan sneered: "Heartache is heartache, why endure it?" As soon as the words fell, he turned his head and covered his face with his sleeve to block the overflowing tears.