MTL - Mei Gongqing-Chapter 126 Same car

Ping Yu said here, Chen Rong looked at the bronze mirror, and added: "The girl and the celebrities seem to have the same place."

It has the same place. They are all people who are desperate to hopeless.

Dressing up a new Chen Rong stood up, she glanced at herself in the mirror and turned to Pingyi. "When did you come?"

Ping Yu said: "In the early morning, a sergeant of the generals suddenly found me and said that you went back to the city. He took me to the city gate before he left."

Speaking of this, Ping Yu carefully pointed to Chen Rong, and asked Ai Ai, "A girl, is there something wrong?"

The sound is swallowing and there are concerns.

Chen Rong smiled and gently replied: "We are going to return to Jiankang soon." She looked at the flat and shone with her eyes. "If I can see you, I will ask him to let me not marry forever!"

Speaking in a word, Ping An anxiously sweating, she cried again and again: "Girl, girl, this, this?"

She was crying here, but Chen Rong turned his head and went out of the door. "Oh, when I get there, I will set up more fields and serve you and the monk will be a hundred years old."

When she heard the words "service", Pingyi shook her head again and again, saying: "I can't make it, but I can't make it." Speaking of this, Ping Yu and his face followed Chen Rong again and again, "Girl, how can I have a girl?" I don’t marry in my life? This, this, this is not a rationality."

Ping Yu said and said that the servants outside saw the appearance of Chen Rong and he quickly closed his mouth.

At this time, the weather is late, and the city of Nanyang is brightly lit. There are countless snoring, and the sound of the horse is endless.

It seems that every household is busy moving out of Nanyang.

Chen Rong listened to those voices and said to Shang Hao without returning to his head: "Hey, go and pack your luggage and be ready to leave."

"Yes." Shang Hao responded. He went behind Chen Rong and hesitated and said: "Girls, those fields are still there, and the old slaves don't want to go."

Chen Rong is coveted.

For a while, she said lightly: "If Wang Qilang left Nanyang City, it would be safe to come to Nanyang City." After a pause, she turned to look at Shang Yi and said, "What is the matter of the land, let me arrange it." However, Jiankang, Arong still wants to be there."

"Yes."

Shang Hao went to death.

This is destined to be a sleepless night.

Arong stood under the tree and looked at the lights of the city. For a long time, they were motionless.

I don't know how long it took until the courtyard was quiet, until the lights outside were fading, until there was no more joy between the heavens and the earth, and Chen Rong turned around.

She turned her head and was a stay.

I don’t know when it’s time, in her courtyard, she put on two couches and a few, and the man who sat down on the collapse, is slowly drinking, and the white-shirt wins the snow, isn’t Wang Hong?

Behind Wang Hong, there are several figures in the dark corner. And in her courtyard, there is a very quiet, I do not know if those servants are sleeping, or not.

He actually appeared so suddenly in her courtyard when the night was so deep.

Chen Rong looked at him, slowly, she smiled.

The broken step approached him, and Chen Rong sat down on the couch opposite her.

Under the starlight, she smiled and looked at the man gently and casually. At this time, she, whether it was the dawn or the expression, was not surprised or alienated. As if he has always been her good friend, as if the encounter at this moment, the two have long been negotiating.

With a smile on him, Chen Rongshen took the wine cellar, gave him and his wine glass full of drinks, and took a cup of shallow and slow drink - he did not speak, Chen Rong did not speak.

For a long time, Wang Hong spoke up. His voice was still clear and clear. He gently called: "Arong." He looked up and looked at the moonlight, his cold face, looking at her. Singing clothes, the throat was moving, and it was slightly lagging. He whispered lowly: "Arong," he sighed. He said directly: "Your luggage has been loaded, everything is arranged, you can leave. ."

Chen Rong said with a smile, gently, casually said: "I will be with Chen Gongyi."

Wang Hong tasted a drink and he stood up.

Just as he swung his sleeves, Chen Rong thought that he would leave when he left, only to hear Wang Hong whisper: "Stun her."

what?

Chen Rong was shocked and looked up.

But she just raised her head, and the back neck was a pain, then she was black and poured into a embrace of fragrance.

Chen Rong woke up in a subversion.

She rolled over and the right hand unconsciously touched.

This touch touched a warm place. Confused Chen Rong reached out and pressed, and suddenly one hand extended and wrapped her hand in the palm of her hand.

Chen Rong slowly opened his eyes.

What she saw was Wang Hong, who was looking at the script. At this moment, he was leaning back comfortably, and his right hand was firmly held by his left hand.

Feeling that Chen Rong sat up, his left hand was loose and he let go of her freely. From beginning to end, his eyes are still locked in the script.

Chen Rong glanced at him and moved to one side. She reached out and opened the curtain, curiously looking out.

Outside, it is rolling smoke, wherever the vision is, it is a long fleet, the front is, the back is also.

Look again, this is clearly a mixed army, all major families have.

Chen Rong then stretched his head and went to the back.

After a while, she recognized that the carriages that followed behind were hers, and she could see the driving of the car.

Chen Rong retracted his head.

Looking at the turn, she saw a piano in the carriage. Now Chen Rong moved over, put the piano in the right hand, and the right hand rang, the sound of the piano sounded.

Listening to leisurely, still gorgeous, but in addition to gorgeous, added a free sound of the piano, Wang Hong looked up.

He looked at her quietly.

During the swaying of the curtain, there was a glimpse of light that was transmitted through her face and her eyes.

The beautiful face is full of laughter, and the eyes are clear as stars.

Suddenly, he was stunned, and when he woke up, he found himself sitting in a bumpy carriage. The woman was not shocked.

Wang Hong slowly put down his hand in the book, and then leaned back, his long white fingers caressed his chin, looking at her thoughtfully.

Under the sun, this beautiful face is bright and moving, but at the chin, there is a blue-and-white print. Instantly, the scene she met with her yesterday, came to his eyes...

The sound of the piano is coming, it is like a clear spring, passing through the high mountains, walking through the lush bushes, passing through the fields, and finally, into the river.

It passes through the spring, walks through the autumn, passes through the winter, and finally flows into the big river, no longer its own...

A carriage approached, and the sound of loud voice came. "Siluo, when is your piano sound so gorgeous and vicissitudes?"

He called here, and at a glance, Chen Rong, who was playing the piano, couldn’t help but open his mouth.

Chen Rong, this piano, although only practiced for more than ten years, although she is also a gift. But her piano sound, only skills, not seeing the mood. Although the **** method is complicated and refined, the turning point is complete, but a piano sound with no artistic conception, skill is also brilliant, and it is not a grandiose, not a first-class work.

But now, her voice, finally outside of the skill, has her own soul.

Looking at Chen Rong slyly, looking at her up and down for a long time, Yan Zhi turned to Wang Hong and smiled: "Siluo, your woman's piano skills are long, it has become a climate."

Slowly, the sound of the piano is quiet.

Chen Rong looked up and she looked at her with a bright look. She smiled and said: "The public is wrong, the name is Chen, the name is famous. When you call me, I call it Chen Arong."

Her words are accused of saying that "you are a woman" is not appropriate.

Yan Zhi was stared at her by a haha, her eyes turned to Wang Hong, and made a face to him. She said quite arrogantly: "Wang Qilang, you are too bad."

He snorted twice and said: "I thought that in my home, I used it for a month."

In the face of his disdain, Wang Hong smiled lightly. He turned his head and quietly looked at Chen Rong. Seeing her head down, such as satin ink hair with the wind, his eyes could not help but stagnate.

For a moment, he said softly: "People and people are different."

When this was said, Zhai Zhi once again made a haha. The same sorrow in the carriage, while laughing, while holding his hands on his hips, turned up a big white eye to show the disdain for Wang Hong.

When Wang Hong saw it, he smiled and looked at Chen Rong again and again.

Chen Rong is still playing the piano. In the conversation between the two people, the sound of the vicissitudes of the piano in the gorgeous, once again.

As the sound of the piano came out, gradually, snoring, and talking, all stopped. Here are all experts, Chen Rong, the sound of the piano together, they and the same as Zhi Zhi, they found its extraordinary.

Just when everyone listened, the sound of the piano was a stop.

It turned out that Chen Rong was playing and suddenly felt that he was so excited. He pushed the piano away and re-sitting to the carriage and looking out.

As she looked around, behind her, the conversation between Wang Hong and Zhai Zhi came from every sentence. Yan Zhi glanced at Chen Rong and approached Wang Hong. He lowered his voice and asked, "What have you done? How can this woman not live even if she lives?"

When this was said, Wang Hong’s mouth was pulled and he slowly smiled.

Then he turned to the ambition.

To his gaze, Zhai Zhi quickly made another haha, whispered: "When I didn't ask, when I didn't ask." But he was finally curious, screaming at Chen Rong, who was wearing a white dress, and stunned again. Wang Wanglang, he muttered: "Even the clothes are the same. ... When you get to Jiankang, I am afraid that the children will follow you and wear clothes of the same color."

This time, his voice fell, Chen Rong has stretched his head and called to the carriage behind him: "Hey!"

Even though she was everywhere, Hiratsuka also heard the call of her girl. Now she stood out and smiled and said: "Girl." Her face was full of joy, and she was scared to sleep all night by Chen Rong’s declaration. She finally put down her heart.

Chen Rong saw her answer, and reached out and touched the door. Her body just moved, but her arms were tight.

Then, behind her, Wang Hong’s gentle voice and the warmth of his smack in her ear, “Qing Qing, the horse is very fast, so jump down, but it will hurt you.”

Chen Rong slowly turned back and smiled at him, screaming at Fang Lan. "Lang Jun, you have thought about it." Now she will not want to die anymore.