Chapter 144: My Shichiro

King Jiankang reacted at this time, his face was pale, and he stared at Chen Rong, who was getting heavier and heavier with the golden hairpin in his hand, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Okay, this king will let her out." ”

He lowered his head and glared at Chen Rong, and said hurriedly, "Did you hear that?" Get out, get out. ”

Chen Rong did not move.

Her wrist sank again.

The sound of a small sharp weapon entering the 'meat' came from 'porphyry', and in the blink of an eye, a wisp of blood overflowed from King Jiankang's throat. Although Jin Hai is not 'inserted' deeply, for a pampered person like King Jiankang, the threat of death is real.

Involuntarily, he screamed and shouted in a panic: "Are you crazy this 'woman'? I let you out, didn't you hear? ”

At this moment, Wang Hong and the others outside were listening to the movement inside, and when the guards were about to break through the 'door' and enter, Wang Hong, who heard this, waved his hand, he smiled lightly, a little gentle, and said with a sigh: "Let her extinguish the fire, she knows how to measure." ”

When the guards heard this, they turned and retreated behind him.

In the hall, Chen Rong smiled weakly after hearing King Jiankang's panicked roar, she stared at him with a little faint 'flower' eyes, and the golden hairpin in her hand sank again, and when the blood of King Jiankang burst out, Chen Rong said coldly: "The prince should thank Wang Qilang, if he hadn't come, you would be a corpse now."

Her voice was cold and loud, and after saying this, she glared at King Jiankang in disgust, and also glared at a few corners of the hall, and then turned away.

Almost as soon as she turned around, the big 'door' was slammed open, and Wang Hong, who was dressed in white and as handsome as 'jade', led the guards to appear in front of her.

He was facing Chen Rong, who was walking out slowly.

Seeing that it was her, Chen Rong shook off her trance brain, and shook it several times, but her eyes were still dim, so she picked up the golden hairpin in her hand and 'inserted' it heavily on the back of her left wrist again.

As soon as the golden hairpin was pulled, the blood flowed like a thread, and everyone bowed their heads in unison, but they saw that there were four bloody mouths on her wrist, which was as white as 'jade'。。。。。。 It turned out that she was stabbing herself like this just now to refresh herself.

Wang Hong's eyes looked at the four bloody mouths for a moment. His steps were a little faster and he walked in front of Chen Rong.

Without looking at her, he took out his handkerchief from his bosom and gently picked up her wrist, and he wrapped the wound in hand. The handkerchief was not enough, so he tore a piece of cloth from his left sleeve and put it over the wound.

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

Holding this wrist solidly, Wang Hong slowly raised his head.

He was as bright as autumn water, his eyes were extremely clear, and he was looking at Chen Rong fixedly, and Chen Rong was also looking at him at this time. Under the effect of the power of 'medicine', her eyes were less cold when she was usually awake, and more trance and 'confusion'. She looked at him with a kind of foolish eyes that would never appear when she was awake.

Facing her gaze, Wang Hong suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged her heavily in his arms.

Holding her tightly, Wang Hong closed his eyes and called softly, a little hoarsely: "Ah Rong, Ah Rong。。。。。。 ”

Chen Rong, who was held in his arms, struggled.

She broke free of his embrace, tore his arm apart, still tilting her head, looking at him stupidly。。。。。。 This look is too focused, all of this, she seems to have abandoned all all her obsessions, all her bitterness, and just poured out the lovesickness that carved into her soul, the desire that carved into her soul, and the love that carved into her dream.

This look is too obsessive, too affectionate, too bitter, too lovely, too desperate。。。。。。 In this cold, absurd and capricious world, no one will be so obsessed with loving others.

Wang Hong suddenly felt a little sour in his eyes, and he tilted his head. After a while, he spread his arms again and took her into his arms.

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

He just took a step, his right wrist was tight, but it was Chen Rong holding his arms, she was still looking up at him, Chen Rong at this time was completely different from before, she seemed to be a fragile bird, attached to his elbow and armpit, a little stupid, a little fragile, a little serious.

Wang Hong smiled gently, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around her waist, and after holding her in his arms, he strode towards King Jiankang.

At this time, King Jiankang's small neck wound had already been closed. He was looking at Chen Rong in a daze.

When Wang Hong approached, he suddenly looked up to the sky and sighed, and said sincerely to Wang Hong: "I am not as far away as you. "This dark fragrance is both ** and phantom 'medicine', it can make people in a relaxed, beautiful dream, and can hide people's feelings and 'jade' in the bottom of their hearts, expanding countless times.

It is precisely because of this that people who smell the dark fragrance still have a glimmer of clarity in her heart. What drove her at that moment was not only the 'sexual' instinct, but also the strongest obsession hidden in the depths of her heart.

For the nobles, there are more 'women', there are more 'women' who are willing to sleep with them, and there are more 'medicines', and under the effect of *'medicine', it is just such a simple thing for 'women' to become **. The dark incense is only so admired by the royal family and nobles, and because the beauty presented under its effect is dominated by the 'jade' hope, and at the same time, it also has its own 'temperament'.

King Jiankang's gaze involuntarily glanced at Chen Rong, who was like a bird, and said: "This 'woman' is really an infatuated person, but it is worth cherishing. ”

Speaking of this, King Jiankang's gaze was a little 'confused', and he said softly: "In the past, my mother also looked at my father like this。。。。。。 It's a pity that she has never been smart, so she was thrown to the Ji Courtyard by someone sent by the queen to be killed. Poor her, even if she died, she never won the slightest pity from my father. ”

Speaking of this dreamily, King Jiankang suddenly tilted his head and laughed. He laughed maniacally, and the wound that had just healed ruptured again, and blood gushed out.

In the midst of laughter, King Jiankang suddenly sang loudly, "Suddenly in the east, suddenly in the west, the soul lingers, when will it rest?" When will it be earned。。。。。。 ”

In the singing, he didn't pay attention to Wang Hong in front of him, nor did he pay attention to the blood flowing fiercely on his neck, flicked his wide sleeves, and rushed out like this, until he rushed out of the distance, the wild laughter and singing like a song were still ringing.

Looking at the figure of King Jiankang rushing out of the distance, as well as the large number of guards attracted by his wild screams, a staff member walked to Wang Hong's side and asked softly, "Qilang, let's go." ”

Another staff member also stepped forward, he arched his hand towards Wang Hong, and said in a low voice: "Lang Jun, this result is really the best. ”

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

The group turned and walked outside.

As they walked out, the guards of the Ying Palace's palace spontaneously dispersed and let them leave.

After a while, Wang Hong hugged Chen Rong and got into the carriage.

The carriage drove steadily outside.

In the carriage, Chen Rong was nestled in Wang Hong's arms, she was still tilting her head, looking at him for a moment. It seems that subconsciously, she wants to see enough like this, until she sees enough of the past, the future, this life and this life, all at this moment.

Wang Hong turned his head to the guards and said a few words, then looked down at Chen Rong.

He looked at Chen Rong obsessively, and his arms couldn't help but tighten.

Holding her thin waist and gently placing her in his arms, Wang Hong's face was close to her face, and he called in a low voice: "Ah Rong? ”

Chen Rong replied in a trance, "En." ”

Hearing her gentle response, Wang Hong smiled lightly, he pecked her eyebrows sideways, and said in a low voice, "Does Ah Rong love me?" ”

Chen Rong, who was in a trance, still tugged at his sleeve tightly, and when she heard his question, she murmured: "Love." ”

Spit out a word, Wang Hong smiled again, this smile was as brilliant as a 'flower'.

His red 'lips' pressed against her eyes, and he asked softly, "Then you can go home with me, okay?" Facing her 'confused' big eyes, he explained very gently: "Back to the Wang family, there is my Wang family." ”

Chen Rong tilted his head, but looked at him as if he didn't understand. After a while, she muttered, "Home? Shaking his head, Chen Rong smiled a little silly, a little silly, "Is Qilang stupid?" I don't have a home. ”

She smirked as she reached out to stroke Wang Hong's smooth chin.

The green onion hand was like 'jade', moving between his skin like playing a harp. Stroking and caressing, Chen Rong muttered: "Lang Jun is like my Qilang." ”

As soon as the words 'my Qilang' came out, Wang Hong was stunned, he muttered and repeated in a low voice: "My Qilang? ”

Chen Rong in a trance, where will he answer him? She looked at him stupidly, her warm white little hands, but unconsciously, sticking to his Adam's apple and sticking into the hem of his clothes.

She tugged at his clothes and muttered, "You're not another man, you're my Shichiro。。。。。。 Chen Rong seemed to be persuading herself to relax, and after saying this a few times, her body became significantly softer, and she kept forcing herself to 'straighten' her neck and relax it.

Muttering to herself, she snuggled herself into his arms.

Her right hand had been 'touched' into his chest from the skirt of his clothes. When the hot little hand touched his cold skin, Chen Rong moaned happily, she leaned her face closer to it, and still muttered in her mouth, "He's not another man, he's Qilang。。。。。。 I'm Shichiro's. ”

In the repetition of sentence after sentence, Chen Rong's little face became redder and redder, and his breathing became more and more 'chaotic'.

At that moment, her jaw was tightly clamped.

Her pretty face, which exuded a flush, her eyes were 'misty', her red 'lips' were half open, and her fragrant tongue was forcibly lifted by a big hand.

She met Wang Hong's eyes.

At this time, Wang Hong's handsome face like 'jade' was already a little red, his right hand had just lifted Chen Rong's little face, but the belt was loose, and a slippery and warm little hand stretched into his lower abdomen like a snake.

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