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 deep, and the sky and the earth were dark.

Outside the gate, all kinds of people come and go from time to time, but the door is closed, and the brilliant lights and the quiet courtyard have a frightening calm.

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, and as soon as the person rushed in, he grabbed the skirt of a maidservant girl with an arrow step, lifted her and asked urgently, "Where is Ah Rong?" His voice trembled, "How is she?" ”

The servant girl was carried by him like this, her neck was strangled, her face was flushed, and she only knew how to dance her hands and feet, where could she answer his words?

At this moment, several handmaidens and guards who poured out all of them 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 figure had swept into the stairs and into the room.

Seeing Wang Hong enter, Sun Yan hurriedly shook off the poor maid 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 netg curtain in a few arrow steps, and saw Wang Hong walking towards him at a glance, but his hand froze.

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

In Sun Yan's widening eyes, Wang Hong walked up to him. Wang Hong didn't look at him, he was focused, staring at the netg mantle for a moment, 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, looking at netbsp; Netg collapsed, the finch gold was down, and Chen Rong's face was as gray as gold paper. She slept there, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly pursed, and a white and tender hand, still tightly clasped at the corners of the quilt.

The lights and candles shone on her face, and the warm yellow color was obvious, but for some reason, it made her feel a little quiet that made her 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 slender white fingers, gentle, and heart-to-heart wandered over her pale netbsp; Sun Yan also stretched out his hand, and after a while, he turned to Wang Hong with a pale 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 caressing Chen Rong's netg show nose with his heart.

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

At this moment, Wang Hong moved, he chou back, covered his face with his 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 appear until this time, Wang Hong's white clothes had already turned into mud clothes, and the knuckles of his fingers were blue, swollen and bloodstained, which was a trace of tightening something.

Wang Hong covered his face with his hands, tears rained 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 mouth moved, and finally shouted: "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 radiant, crystal clear eyes, and a beautiful and noble posture, if it weren't for the mud clothes on his body, if it weren't for the tears in his eyes, he almost thought that the man who was almost out of control just now was not him.

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 said 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 sparkling, 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 condensed again: a wisp of blood, overflowing from Wang Hong's mouth, followed the netbsp; Blood flowed down drop by drop, and the handsome and flawless face, the satin ink, the noble posture, and the blood of the demon Yan, converged into a strange picture in this quiet room.

Sun Yan stared at him, and only woke up when he saw him caressing his mouth gracefully and slowly. 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.