Mei Gongqing

Chen Rong slowly turned his head.

So she turned her head like this, like a smile and a smile that made her enamored, so that her lost man, Chen Rongqingyan's face, has a thrilling Mingli.

She glanced at him and didn't open her mouth. She turned her head and pushed the door away.

She stepped down the steps step by step.

Wang Hong lowered her head and looked at her straight and straight spine, looking at the white skirt that had stained the blood.

The screams of the two squads have already alarmed the guards in the government. At this moment, dozens of guards in armor and armed weapons were rushing over. They just wanted to call, and at a glance, Wang Hong, who stood at the entrance of the bamboo building, was very determined, and he stopped his mouth.

In a blink of an eye, dozens of pairs of eyes, staring at Chen Rong.

They stared at Chen Rong and stared at the **** sword in her hand.

After staring for a while, they looked at Wang Hong.

At this moment, Chen Rong has stepped down the stairs. She looked at the hospital and blocked the road to a solid Wang family guard. A corner of the mouth, a smile.

Then I stopped and went back to Wang Hong. Chen Rong’s eyes were like water, like laughing and laughing, and the lips of the red and swollen lips were light.

She looked at him. "Schiro, do you want to leave me?"

In the sun, her clothes were dazzled, and her **** long sword was also red and dazzling.

When Wang Hong looked at her, a guard stepped forward. He turned to Wang Hong with his hands and asked aloud: "Lang Jun, this woman killed someone?"

Wang Hong did not speak, he was still staring at Chen Rong in the dawn.

In this way, he stared at her, and she smiled back at him.

For a long time, Wang Hong waved his hand.

As he gestured, the guards retreated at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, the courtyard was cleared again.

Seeing that everyone has retired, Chen Rong turned his head and stepped forward. At this moment, no matter whether she turned her head or walked forward, she was so determined, so he did not hesitate.

Staring at the white shadow, Wang Hong held the railing made of bamboo with both hands, and he called again: "Arong?"

His voice is not small, but the white shadow has never stopped. She just has a long sword like this, and walks step by step.

Every step, on the ground, will leave a few drops of blood. The bright and colorful blood is shocking.

Wang Hong’s low-pitched and gentle opening, he screamed: “Arong, come back...you have nowhere to go.”

His voice, blowing into the wind, like the leaves, was rolled up in a blink of an eye, never leaving traces between heaven and earth.

Chen Rong did not look back. Not only did she not look back, she did not even pause.

She stepped into the distance step by step, disappearing step by step into his vision until it was no longer visible...

I don't know how long it took, a hoof came.

In a twinkling of an eye, a knight turned over and lowered his head toward the bamboo floor. Wang Hong, who was motionless, said: "Lang Jun, Nanyang Wang has 100,000 urgent things, so that you can go to business."

The knight’s voice just fell, and it was a rush of horseshoes. Then, another knight rushed to the horse, and he called Wang Hong: "Lang Jun, the Hu people have already formed outside the city."

Wang Hong looked up.

He said warmly: "Ready."

"Yes."

In a blink of an eye, the carriage is ready.

However, Wang Hong did not move. He kept his head down, letting the wind blow up his ink, letting the clothes sing in the wind.

A guardian hesitates to call: "Lang Jun?"

His cry awakened Wang Hong, and he asked him to look up.

He greeted the guard, but I don't know why, the plain, gentle and gentle scorpion seems to be a bit hollow at the moment.

He looked at the back of the guard and opened his mouth gently. "Come."

Several guards came out and shrugged: "Yes."

Wang Hong supported the railing, his face was slightly drooping, and a smashed hair fluttered in front of his eyes. He said quietly: "Go, stare at Chen Arong... protect her!"

Several guards screamed and turned and left.

Until they went far, Wang Hongcai slowly loosened the railing. He said softly: "The people inside are buried."

"Yes."

The two guards glanced at each other and strode forward.

They pushed the door open and entered the attic.

After a while, one person asked, "Lang Jun, what are the two burial burial?"

Wang Hong lowered his head and slowly walked down. He whispered back without saying: "The person who bullies the Lord can kill it! It is thrown."

Once this was the case, the guards exchanged a look again.

They are also following Wang Hong’s body all the year round. I know that these two nephews are the old people who have served Wang Hong for many years. Such people have no merits and hard work.

According to common sense, it is a big mistake. They are all dead. The main family should also forgive them. Now the words of Lang Jun are said to be light, but for this kind of servant, How can their parents and brothers stay in the Wang family?

Although sympathy, no one has questioned the guards. They bowed their heads and said, "Yes."

Ying Chengzhong, someone has recorded Wang Hong’s words and is ready to pass it on. At the same time, another servant who was preparing to ask questions also retired. He is ready to ask questions, but when Wang Hong said this, he will make a final conclusion on this matter.

So, how did they die, who was killed, and there was no need to pursue it.

After a while, carrying Wang Hong’s carriage, he hurried out of Zhuangzi.

The carriage had just stepped onto Nanyang Street, and the drums were rushing outside. The dull and compact drums of the "咚咚-咚咚" made the people in the street rushing and rushing.

Wang Hong’s carriage was even faster, and the car slammed the long whip and screamed.

In a blink of an eye, Wang Hong came to the North Gate.

Seeing him come over, five thousand royal family guards, brushing and swearing.

Wang Hong did not lift his eyes, and his faceless expression stepped toward the wall.

After a while, he came to the wall.

On the wall, there are dozens of scholars standing at this time. These people have wide robes and wide sleeves. Seeing Wang Hong coming, he moved forward to meet him, and he smiled and said: "Seven Lang, you are coming too late."

Just finished laughing, he stayed, and said: "What happened, how did you get a face?"

Wang Hong glanced at him and did not look back. He strode to the wall and held the bricks and looked down.

Under the gate of the city, the 20,000-year-old squad was neatly arranged in a queue, and the flag fluttered.

Looking at them, Wang Hong whispered softly: "Can there be a message?"

He asked, when he saw him, he stood on the side of the scene behind him.

The scene nodded and whispered: "Murong is in the city gates of the east, west, south and north. There are soldiers in the army. But the north gate is dominated by Lang Jun.

The general of the 冉 is that Lang Jun attacked the Hu people from the north city, and restrained the main force of the Hu people. Then, at the west gate, the south gate, and the east gate, they made a breakthrough. Lang Jun only needs to do this well, and he will give him the things of Murong. "

Speaking of this, the scene continued: "The general also said that if Lang Jun could not reluctantly use his own family, he would replace the person who can use Nanyang Wang. He said that Murong Yu besieged Nanyang City so much, how can he have to shed blood? "

Having said that, the scene is a bitter smile. He said this very clearly, he can easily drive away Murong, and will not do so. He only needs to appear at the last minute, and it is enough to save Nanyang City.

Wang Hong’s mouth was slightly raised and he whispered back: "That’s it."

When he said this, he ordered: "You can pass the order. Then he said, "I have already made everything in Nanyang. The people we lay down don't have to move."

The curtain frowned, and said a little anxiously: "Lang Jun, I really don't understand. You obviously have the ability to deal with that Murong, why is it hidden? Lang Jun, you will disappoint the owner."

When his voice fell, Wang Hong gave him a look.

Obviously, his eyes were faint, but the curtain was still uneasy and bowed his head.

Wang Hong looked into the distance and said slowly: "This kind of words, this time I can do it without hearing."

A few strings of cold sweat ooze from the forehead of the curtain. He bowed his head and said, "Yes."

The hour passed by.

In a blink of an eye, the afternoon has passed. As soon as I arrived, a rush of drums came.

On the wall, in the next drum sound, a team of full armor soldiers stood neatly at the North Gate. Although these soldiers are wearing armor, they can see the style and color of the armor, and they belong to different families.

Wang Hong stood on the wall and looked down on these people for a long time. Then he turned his head. He stared at the Xianbei Hu, who was not moving outside the city. He waved his right hand and shouted: "Offensive!"

Almost his voice just fell, and a loud and loud drum sounded "咚咚--咚" on the wall.

This drum sound is the drum sound of the attack, the drumming of the killing!

Together with the drums, the gates are wide open!

In the rumbling sound of the horseshoes, all the rides are like smoke, and they burst out!

Almost suddenly, the scholar-officials standing on the wall were surprised. Someone shouted, "Hey, who is that person?"

In the scream, the snoring mixed in the drums and shouted.

Wang Hong, who is telling some things to the aides, raised his head in the snoring.

He turned his head and took a look.

Just a glance, his handsome face is a white. Wang Hong rushed a few steps and held the wall in his hand. He yelled: "Come back!"

His voice was hoarse and loud, and he was already screaming with his body.

"Chen Arong, you give me back--"

His drink screams, drowning in the drums, shouting, killing the sound.

No one heard his voice except the few people standing next to him.

All the scholars, all the soldiers, are looking at the figure.

This is a figure of white wins snow, she is holding a long whip, riding a high-headed horse, like a touch of smoke, rushing to the public.

She rode too fast, and in a blink of an eye, she rushed to the front of the crowd.

In the sun, her wide white robes screamed in the wind, her ink fluttered... Anyone can see at a glance that there is no armor in her robes!

At the time of the war, among the two armies, a girl rushed out without armor...

Gradually, the buzz stopped.

Everyone looked at the white figure in the smoke, and I didn't know how long it took. A sigh of a scholar-official came out, "The home is not guaranteed, and even the woman dares to kill! Who can say that I have no iron bones? "