MTL - Mei Gongqing-Chapter 135 Goodbye Wang Lang

Chen Rong’s carriage slowly descended in the eyes of everyone.

When several carriages entered the main street, no one would look at it here: this Jiankang City, but the nobility is more like a dog, the emperor is full of people.

Chen Rongqi opened the curtain and looked at the lively Jiankang City. This time, she has never been on the street. She knows that her looks are not good and it is easy to provoke the aristocrats of the yin. Therefore, even if her heart is curious about this city, she has always been patient.

However, I should not be afraid of it in the future. I entered the home and posted the name of my family. Her Chen Arong is not moving.

In the streets, the laughter and songs of the girls came from time to time. Among the rich scent, the women who flew in the clothes and flies around, the women with wide sleeves and thin waist ran past Chen Cheng’s carriage.

In Chen Rong’s four-headed look, the carriage slowly entered Chen’s house.

Zhumen House, the roadway is deep, the ancient and the deep, revealing a mystery of a hundred thousand turns, this is the impression that the family gave her. Looking around, it seems that every leaf and every grass here has been meticulously decorated and has a certain charm.

However, Chen Rong now has no feeling about these. She was willing to pull the carriage curtain down, letting the windy curtain cover her face.

I don't know how long it took, a prostitute screamed gently, and then the curtain was pulled open.

Chen Rong, who is smiling, was supported by a prostitute and walked down the carriage.

Just like her, she laughed and walked on the wooden track. The light-colored robes fluttered with the wind, and the black-and-satin-like hairpins flashed brightly. The eyes of the people were stagnant.

In a blink of an eye, everyone turned their eyes away.

In this Jiankang City, the beauty is innumerable. Although Chen Rong is such a beautiful girl, she has a calm and indifference that is inconsistent with her identity. Although she can’t hide her beauty, she can’t tell the truth. Unclear orphans can only make everyone's eyes stagnate.

Then Chen Rong came to the middle-aged man, Jiankang Chen’s four uncle Chen Kang Chen Zifang saw Chen Rong walk down, hehe smiled, pointing to the big front, the ten houses stacked on the floor said: "Arong, This is your courtyard, and see what else to add, so that people can supplement it."

Having said that, he looked down and stood in front of the aisle. Several young girls and teenagers said, "This is your girl. From today, everything is dominated by her."

Eight young girls were all saluted and said: "Yes."

They surrounded Chen Rong.

Chen Zifang was laughing again. He said to Chen Rong kindly: "Arong."

Chen Rong Yi Fu, bowed his head and said: "Yes."

Chen Zifang said: "Since then, here is your home. Remember, you are Chen Arong."

This tone is a bit serious. Chen Rong quickly said: "Arong knows."

Chen Zifang smiled and smiled wide, and strode away. As he walked, the eyes that were scattered around and curiously smashed here were also taken back. In a blink of an eye, the courtyard was clear.

In the eight-year-old teenage girl, she walked out of a 20-year-old woman with a beautiful face and a beautiful woman. She reached out and supported Chen Rong. While walking forward, she said in a soft voice of Jiankang, who is unique to Jiankang: The girl is wondering?" She smiled secretly. "The girl doesn't know. Now you are the room of Nanyang Chen's Chen Gongyi. Everything has to be told by Chen Gong."

This time I came to my home, except for the one who greeted me, other elders were not seen. Chen Rongyuan thought that how she would let her see a few elderly people. Now that she has listened to the explanation of this prostitute, she understands why.

However, this prostitute’s well-intentioned mind did not say anything, she actually knew it?

Chen Rong just thought of this, the prostitute smiled again and said crisply: "The girl doesn't know. I need to learn from time to time to look at the face." She smiled and explained: "The whole Jiankang, where is For example, Zhujia, a family like Chen, has not only arranged special teachings for the finest prostitutes, but also praises, walks, manages, and guards. All of them have long-term training... Otherwise, how can I say that Chen’s family is a hundred years old ?"

Chen Rong nodded. She used to be interested in these things. Now she is only trying to figure out how to be quiet, and nodded in no doubt.

As everyone knows, it is her attitude of carelessness. The public servants look in the eyes, but they secretly whisper: I heard that the girl is a humble origin. Now it seems that there is a bit of everyone’s temperament and calmness. .

Arranged for the courtyard of Chen Rong, located on the west side of Chenfu, there is a side door next to the courtyard, and a street from the side door.

The entire courtyard is extremely elegant, and even in this elegant, there is still a simple and unpretentious.

When Chen Rong looked at it, the prostitute of the face of the melon smiled again. "In this world, like Shi Chong, when the street is showing off the rich, the courtyard is made of beads, and it is the next generation of copper-smelling households. Waiting for the door, everything is based on comfort, the way of heaven and earth, and the only heart."

This truth, after two deaths from birth to death, from death to life, also knows. She nodded and said lowly: "The way of heaven and earth, idealism, this is really good."

At this time, Chen Rong has entered his room.

Her room is very large, and the decoration is extremely simple. There is no extra furniture except for a bed and a few curtains.

Look again, on the floor of the walnut, there are four layers of veils, the bed after the veils collapses, the curtains are light and shallow, and a careful look, the curtains are inlaid, they are all in color. The South Sea pearls were broken and honed, and then inlaid. Look at the thick, like a star, there are countless.

Look again, the top of the bed is set with fifty or sixty fingers of pearls... This pearl is no different from the one worn by her hair, regardless of its color or roundness.

In the whole room, there is a relaxing fragrance, and Chen Rong’s marriage in the last generation is quite good, but his residence has never been such a low-key one. luxurious.

Since Chen Rong entered the hospital, the public has been paying attention to her performance. Seeing her now, she is not shocked, the light, blind expression, like this place, she has lived for more than ten years, just like the best pearls piled up on the top of the bed, just the stone... such performance, The public was very satisfied, and secretly thought: No wonder she was a radical prostitute, and she was able to win the praises of the famous ladies of Nanyang City. It was the Wang’s, and she praised her unfortunately. It turned out to be a big man. Church.

It’s not unusual to ask for a girl’s petition. Once the reward was successful, her Chen Arong, representing the face of Chen. She can be embarrassed, but she can't be calm, she can be ruthless, but she can't be ignorant, she can even be ungrateful, and she can't live without this kind of calm elegance, and she is familiar with the aristocratic temperament of Ronghua.

Under such high demands, such as Wang Wang's home of the world-famous crown, even the Princess of the Sima royal family is not in the eye. In fact, the education of the children of Sima Royal, family rules, is really far worse than these Children of the family.

After the satisfaction of the heart, the crowds retire one by one.

Chen Rong was sitting in the room that had just belonged to her, low, looking at the lyre that had just moved in.

Pingyi saw the door being taken, and quickly screamed for a long breath. She went behind Chen Rong and lowered her voice and complained: "The girl, somehow, the old slave has not been able to gasp."

Chen Rong didn't look up and faintly replied: "You don't ask for anything, can you use it?"

I thought about it and laughed. "Yeah, I don't ask for anything, girl, I will see them again, and I will breathe."

Chen Rong grinned.

It’s late.

On the road, Chen Rong and others have spent the Spring Festival, when it is only a few days in the spring, there is still a little soft wind in the wind.

Chen Rong looked at the sun on the west, his hands were pulled out, and the sound of the piano sounded.

The sound of the piano is leisurely, soothing in the middle, hidden and tight, the usual gorgeous, with the tranquility that she has never discovered, this is a kind of tranquility that discovers that the mountain is so spectacular and the water is so quiet that her heart is happy. It’s just that this kind of tranquility, coupled with the urgency, makes people feel that she is too eager to ask for such silence.

Slowly, the piano stops.

Almost as soon as the sound of the piano stopped, the slap of the slap came from behind her. At the same time, 桓 Jiu Lang smiled sharply: "Okay, good. Every time I listen to Arong's piano, it changes with the last time. Great."

Speaking of this, his voice is low, quite a bit strange and said: "I don't know who is this?"

This tone is a bit strange.

Chen Rong frowned, involuntarily, her index finger of the piano became stiff.

Slowly, a smile appeared on her face.

Chen Rong got up and turned his head too far. He blessed his eyebrows and blessed him. He called, "Several Lang Jun is well."

She doesn't have to look up, she can also see the few robes of the Chinese attire, who have her unforgettable eyes and do not want to see you again.

Therefore, after she was blessed, the white tender green fingers crossed the strings, Chen Rong smiled, and said with a leisurely voice in the light: "The sun is thin, the night is coming, the cold and the wind are big, Lang Jun Please come back."

She actually went straight to the order

In the midst of a few teenagers, Yu Jiulang took the lead and laughed. Not waiting for everyone to react, he said one by one, he said, "Yes, yes, we will go back, we will return." While pushing him and laughing, in a blink of an eye, the footsteps of '哒哒哒' Disappeared outside the arch.

However, the only person who has not been pulled up by Zhai Jilang is the one that Chen Rong most wants to see.

At the moment, Chen Rong smiled bitterly.

The footsteps sounded.

The beautiful boy in white robes walked up to her.

He kept walking until she was only three steps away from her, and looked down at her. He sighed softly and shouted softly: "Arong, don't laugh like this, don't talk like this... This is not you. "

When this was said, Chen Rong almost laughed out loud.

She slowly looked up.

In the setting sun, her gorgeous and charming face, white sleeves, the black scorpion, sleek and deep.

She looked at him with her head tilted, and she smiled for a long while. "Seven Lang, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Yes, I haven't seen it for a long time. It has been a century, and she has been used to it for a long time.

Wang Hong looked at the charming and touching, revealing the indifferent Chen Rong, slowly, revealing a bitter smile.

He reached out and stroked Chen Rong's lips.

His movements are slow and elegant, and they are extremely natural.

Just when the index finger was too far from her lips, Chen Rongmei said softly and smiled: "Lang Jun, please be self-respected."

The sound is very light, the sound is very light, but there is a kind of determination from the bones.

Wang Hong did not seem to hear it.

His index finger gently pressed the lips of Chen Rong who had never escaped.

Caressing her rich lips, Wang Hong’s fingers are very cold. He gently rubs her lips, her eyes staring quietly at her eyes, half a squat, his lips are hooked, and he says low: "My Arong ah... oh, "The voice is low and dumb, and there is a sense of helplessness."

Chen Rong brows one pick: his Arong?

In a blink of an eye, Chen Rong smiled and smiled. Her eyes waved like Wang Hong. It seemed like laughing and laughing. When her lips opened, she gently covered his index finger on his lips.

When she did this action, Wang Hong was a moment of rigidity.

Chen Rong squinted at the chilling Wang Hong, slowly, her tongue tipped at his fingertips.

This embarrassment, the success of Wang Hong stunned, almost at the same time, his clear water and bright eyes.

Just as he focused on it, and also looked at Chen Rong with joy, Chen Rong spit out his index finger, and his tender fingers pointed at his throat.

In the warm, slippery touch, it was so sudden that a sharp object reached his throat. This sharp thing is her golden scorpion, Chen Rong's wrist sinks, and the golden scorpion pierces into his flesh.

This change was extremely sudden. Wang Honggang was delighted by her, and she was delighted. In this blink of an eye, it was a sharp weapon, and the golden shackles were locked.

When Wang Hong was forced to make a head, Chen Rong’s charming smile was collected. She looked at him and said quietly: "Seven lang is too embarrassed. Since I want you to give it, you give me a disdain. Why don’t you wear your sleeves, don’t you?

She leaned close to him, the aroma that spit out between her lips and teeth, and plunged into his ear hole. In Wang Hong’s straight, clear and clear eyes that didn’t blink for a moment, she said lowly, "Siluo, dead. The stalking is not the home of Wang's family. Her soft lips are stuck in his ear. When she says it, it penetrates into his ear hole.

After the successful success of Wang Hong’s double smashing, Chen Rong slammed the golden scorpion and turned his head and did not hesitate to go to the room. Kankan entered the door, Chen Rong’s clear and loud voice came out, "Come, give you a guest"

Two shouts and no servants and prostitutes stood up.

Chen Rong stood in front of the door and raised his voice again. He said: "Come to come"

Her voice was a little angry, and when she had retired, she noticed that the servants and nieces in the courtyard were gone. Just did not think that she shouted like a scorpion, those people still pretend not to hear.

However, although her voice has improved, the courtyard is still quiet.

Chen Rong was annoyed. She snorted and swung her sleeves into the room. In a blink of an eye, ‘砰’, the door was hit by her.

Looking at the door that was swayed and swayed, Wang Hong, standing in the courtyard, slowly reached out and stroked the blood on the throat, and stroked him. He smiled bitterly.