Mei Gongqing

Chen Rong lowered her head. After a long time, she smiled and said, "Don't say this. Don't you want to go shopping?"

Sun Yan picked up his eyebrows and said, "I am talking about it again." He stretched his head and called to the outside coward: "Go, go to the West Lane."

Lying back, Sun Yan put his hands on his head and said: "Arong has not been to West Lane. The place is full of small bridges and the scenery is very good. Every night, those red buildings and aunts take pictures and sing in the lake. Hey, the zither is boasting, it is very beautiful."

He spoke and the voice gradually calmed down.

Chen Rong rushed to him, just a glance, she understood, sighed, Chen Rong said:

"Don't think too much. If you know the news of your uncle, then go back and say something."

Sun Yan wrinkled his thick eyebrows and thought about it. He turned up and sat up straight and said, "Okay, go back."

The carriage returned.

Sun Yan has sent Chen Rong back to Taoist Temple before driving away. Looking back at Sun Yan’s back, Chen Rong was turned away. Standing on the hillside, behind the door, the front is a dense forest, the wind blows, its warm sleeves, very comfortable. Chen Rong sang a song and walked quickly.

After a few steps, Chen Rong’s footsteps were a moment, and the singing voice in his mouth gradually stopped.

She stared at the white figure.

In her contempt, the man slowly approached her. When she walked over to her, he looked down at her and breathed hotly on her forehead.

"You came?"

Chen Rong whispered softly. Seeing that he did not answer, she smiled and whispered, "How long has it been?"

As she said, she looked up. This looked up, she saw his reddish face. He was looking at her quietly, his eyes a little gentle and a bit confusing. Chen Rong’s heart jumped and couldn’t help but reach out and touch his face.

This face, she was shocked. "It's hot, are you sick?"

The man in front of him is still smiling at her. Chen Rong grabbed him and blamed him: "Why are you still here when you are sick? You, will you not ask the doctor to see it?"

The man was coveted and the ink was drooping on his cheek. In Chen Rong’s blame, he looked up at her. This is a bit confused. This always strong and calm man seems to have taken off all the shells and turned into a vulnerable child. The confusion in the eyes and the weakness of the moment made Chen Rong’s heart tremble.

She held him and hurriedly asked, "What happened?" The man bowed his head.

He put his face on her shoulder, the breath of the heat was hot, and the voice was a little soft. "Nothing." Chen Rong reached out and explored his forehead. This exploration is really hot, she When the heart was not practical, he reached out and explored his chest.

At this time, the man on her shoulder whispered, "Go to the boat."

Chen Rong responded and helped him to walk up the boat on the back hill.

The man in her body, obviously weak hands and feet, so leaned on her shoulders, the whole body weight over halfway.

The warmth of his spit, a little pounce on her skin, so hot that her heart is uneasy.

He supported him like this, and Chen Rong stepped back to the back hill. Chen Rong asked lowly: "It's still going back to view."

"No." He grabbed her wrist and the heat of the palm was hot. "You can do it only."

Only you and me can.

I don't know why, when I heard this sentence, Chen Rong's heart was soft.

She couldn't help but scream and help him walk down the hill. Fortunately, she has practiced martial arts.

Physical strength, so support a big man, although breathing, but also steady and take a few hundred steps.

When she helped him to the lake in Houshan, after asking him to stand still, Chen Rong took out those who were too lazy to move in and hide in the clean place, and then helped him to come to a sheltered place. .

Just holding him down, the man gently pulled, so that Chen Rong could not help but collapse, she has not sat up straight, the man has been on her knees.

He closed his eyes.

Chen Rong raised his forehead and said: "It's really hot, it's called a doctor."

"No." The man closed his eyes and twitched his mouth. He said, "There is typhoid fever in the Soviet Union," he said in the trembling of Chen Rong. "I have come from there. This morning, the news came from the palace. Prince Edward has typhoid fever."

He licked his dry lips and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at Chen Rong, who was anxious, he said that his mouth was slightly raised and he said slowly: "Arong knows how proud your Qilang is, how can you let the villains do it? Just found that you are unwell. I will come to you. It is not better for typhoid fever. If it is typhoid, it will be the same as Arong. Isn’t it beautiful?"

Since the Han Dynasty, typhoid fever has been a terminal illness. During the pandemic, there have even been cases of ten rooms and nine empty spaces. Although the medical sage Zhang Zhongjing once wrote the book "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" with the wisdom of supreme, the book was firstly used by some people. When the treasure is in the high court. After the end of the Han Dynasty, Hu Nuo, actually did not know where to go.

Without the strange book, the world will be scared when they listen to typhoid fever. For this terminally circumvented terminal illness, the world has no choice but to give up once the disease is discovered. If Wang Hong is such a nephew, even if he is not given up, he can keep him secretly guarded against infection, which is a must.

Chen Rong, the lips trembled, she whispered, "Maybe it is not the disease at all."

Wang Hong said with a low voice, "Maybe... I was weak since I was young, and I was dying twice before I was ten years old." His long eyelashes, while he was speaking, projected a curved shape under his eyes. The shadow, coupled with his blushing face, is extremely beautiful.

Chen Rong unconsciously tightened him.

Wang Hong saw it and smiled. It was like a bit tired when he spoke. He closed his eyes again. After a while, I continued: "When I was young, I was told that I was a short-lived, thin-hearted person. This was heard by many people. Nowadays, I have offended some people, such as getting into this. A disease that is similar to skinny, fearing that it will not die of typhoid fever, will also die in the hands of the villain."

Chen Rong understood.

She snorted and put her face on his face and asked gently, "What can I do?"

Wang Hong said: "I am very hot. It should be better to put cold water on my forehead."

Chen Rong responded and quickly picked up the white cloth that was hidden with the collapsed pieces and was torn. This cloth is very tough, she bites and bites with her teeth, and her hands are firmly torn at one end. Straight to the forehead on the blue ribs exposed, the cloth is still not moving.

Arong's head was low, and the beriberi bite one end, tearing it up hard. With the tearing of the smashing of the cloth, Chen Ronghong's little face opened a bright and satisfying smile. .

After tearing the white cloth into pieces, she turned and ran to the lake. She did not notice that Wang Hong had been looking at her head and kept watching her quietly.

After applying a damp cloth to his forehead, Chen Rong thought about it and wrapped his hands and feet in a damp cloth.

Doing all this, she is already sweating. Looking up at Wang Hong, seeing him looking at him with fascination, Chen Rong gave him a big smile and said happily: "Don't be afraid, you will be fine."

Her smile is a bit too bright: in this world, only she knows that this man is really a short-lived person, and he died in Moyang City. His current life is the same as her, and she really didn't know what day the day was remembered, and she took it back.

Wang Hong, who looked at her quietly, squinted, low-dumb, and asked a little weakly: "Arong."

Chen Rong looked at him and responded softly: "Well."

He looked at her, his eyes narrowed and let the long eyelashes hang down, blocking the complexity of his light. "Are you not hating me? Then why are you so scared?"

Chen Rong stayed. She looked at him and slowly shook her head. "I hate you, but I don't want you to be sick, don't want you to have pain, and don't want you to die."

She lowered her head and put her face on his face. By the way, he printed a kiss on his dry lips and said softly, "I just want you to live well."

Wang Hong smiled.

He turned to look at the sky, the faint faintness of the red scorpion, really reveals a bit of charm. The face that is lined with jade white is extremely attractive.

He whispered, "It turned out to be like this. Arong is kind to me." He raised his lips and smiled. "Before two hours, I found myself wrong. Later, the more I saw it, the more it was like the terrible typhoid fever. Rong know what I think?"

He turned to look at her, with a smile in his eyes, with tenderness, and with weakness and ruthlessness. "My first thought was that no matter whether it was cold or not, no one could know.

Then I thought of you. Arong, you see, I am obviously terrible, the epidemic of transmissible infection, but I am still the first to think of you, I want to drag you along with me to Huang Quan. "

His voice was very low, hoarse, and asked her with a smile. "Arong, am I really bad?"

Chen Rong smiled softly and shook his head. She reached out and glared at him. She explored his forehead again and whispered: "Hugh to be nonsense, you will not have anything, you will not die."

Wang Hong did not care. He glared at her childishly and pouted and asked: "Arong has not said, am I really bad?"

Chen Rong looked down at him and looked at it. She couldn't help but bite her bite at the tip of his nose.

She put him in her arms and flipped the wet cloth and said casually: "I don't know." She changed a wet cloth on his forehead and said, "If you can get the same illness as Qilang, go with it. Huang Quan, I am not tired of it." She smiled at him and looked at her with gentle eyes. "Not only do not hesitate, I also like it very much... A woman can die with her favorite Tan Lang, which is very beautiful. I don't dare to ask for it."

Almost her voice fell, her man who was collapsed pulled hard, and at the same time, he held her chin, lips together, kissed.

Chen Rongcai reacted until his fiery tongue smashed her mouth and chased her little tongue. She shouted: "You are still sick."

But the voice was ambiguous and was completely swallowed by him.

He held her face in both hands, and the kiss was so hot and hot that Chen Rong avoided a few times, and he followed him.

After a kiss, both of them were panting. Chen Rongzhen was on his body and reached out and said, "Ichiro, you sweat."

Listening to the market rumors, this typhoid disease, if sweating, and avoid the cold, it can be good.

"Well." Wang Hong should be light. Chen Rong picked up from his chest and looked around. He said with joy: "Fortunately, this mountain is tight and the weather is cold."

She lowered her head and touched his back and touched the wet and sticky skin. Chen Rong said with joy: "It is really sweating, really sweating." Because of joy, the voice is a little trembled.

At this time, the man underneath said softly: "Arong, come to me."

Chen Rongyi stunned, his mouth moved, just wanted to say no, or he docilely squatted on his body.

The two warm bodies are stacked like this, and Chen Rong can clearly feel that his top is stiff in his lower abdomen.

Although there was once, it feels like this, Chen Rong is still a little blushing. She put her face on his neck and murmured, "I am so heavy, it will press you, will you get up?"

The people under him did not respond.

Chen Rong waited and said, "Can you breathe?"

Still no response. Chen Rongzhi looked up at him.

The man on the body is looking at her with the eyes that are red and faint.

He looked too focused, and Chen Rong could not help but smile: "How do you look at me like this?"

Wang Hong Niu took out his right hand and gently stroked her back.

His left hand was on her chin and moved between the eyebrows.

Caressing her, Wang Hong said lowly: "I am a little up." He said that he was still topping.

Tengdi, Chen Rong blushes to the neck, she snorted, don't look over him.

Wang Hong smiled, "Is it shame?"

Chen Rong did not respond.

He looked up and printed a print on her little mouth, laughing lowly: "Don't be ashamed."

Chen Rongqi red-faced his hand and then wanted to roll down from his body. Wang Hong locked his arms and licked her thin waist. He buried his face in her neck and said, "Nothing." The voice was a little weak. When Chen Rong was still awkward, he pleaded: "I am a little cold, Arong, you don't want to move."

Maybe he is not asking, but the voice is weak because of the sound, and the sound is soft.

It seems so fragile.

Chen Rong quickly hugged him and murmured: "I don't move."

At this time, his lips whispered on her small mouth and said: "The mouth is a bit dry." He said that he took the time to enter the room and asked for her sweetness. Heron was funny and awkward, but she had a sweet taste in her heart. In his eager kiss, she replied: "Where is this excuse?"

He clung to her lips and groped his hands with his big hands. He felt that he was pulling the jade belt. Chen Rong hurriedly said, "No, you are sick!"

Just spit out five words, she has been able to spit out ‘oh, sound.

However, Wang Hong still took out his hand.

He glared at her waist, thinly, blocking her lips with her lips over and over again, using her tongue to outline her little tongue. During the breath, Chen Rong glanced at his eyes and flashed his sweat on his forehead.

Chen Rongyi, quickly reached out and wiped his forehead, just wiped out ‘she was a glimpse, quickly moved his body and put his lips on his forehead.

In a blink of an eye, Chen Rong cried joyfully: "You are not so hot inside."

She held his face and squinted and smiled: "Seven Lang, if you don't believe it, touch it. Really, your forehead is not so hot."

Wang Hong did not respond, and a messy footstep came.

Chen Rongyi, a side ear.

The footsteps were messy and mixed, and five people were coming towards this side. When Chen Rong’s eyes narrowed, Wang Hong’s big palm was covered in her small mouth.

Chen Rong will not speak out. She glanced at Wang Hong and motioned to let him down and listen carefully.

After a while, the sound of Shang Xiao’s laughter came. “It seems that my daughter, Xiangu is not here.” Next to him, Yingu said with a clear voice: “Yes, you know, you have no one here. Suddenly, she asked in confusion: "Shao Lang is so hurried, but there are important things? If it is really important, you may wish to call all the people in the audience."

At this moment, a young voice said, "No need." He smiled. "Just just take a look at it. Ok, let's go."

When the words came out, the group turned and left.

Until their footsteps could not be heard, Chen Rongcai quietly spit out a sigh of relief and looked at Wang Hong.

Wang Hong’s expression is a bit condensed. He frowned, slowly, and his mouth twitched and said:

"Is it here?" In a blink of an eye, he frowned and said, "Yes, it’s those clothes. Those clothes have been moved by them. Also, I have returned to Jiankang from Sioux City for a while, how can Suddenly getting sick? It’s those clothes!"

Seeing Wang Hong staring at the sky, eagerly contemplating, Chen Rong did not dare to move, and he fell on his body honestly.

At this time, Wang Hong’s low-pitched laughter came, “Don’t dare to find it here? They are very confident about my illness.”

The voice is cold and indifferent.

Chen Rong stretched his hand to show his comfort. Now, when she did not express her opinion, she did not speak.

At this time, Wang Hong moved.

Knowing what he meant, Chen Rong turned over.

Wang Hong sat up. He put Chen Rong into his arms, his head was on her hair, and her eyes were on the front. For a while, he said lowly: "I can move my clothes. It seems that this person is The person around me." With his lips, he said: "Is it the Moyang City, the person who knows me and Murong, and leaked my whereabouts?"

Thinking of this, he held Chen Rong's thin waist and tightened his hands.

Feeling that he seems to be shaking, Chen Rong quickly tightened him, let his body temperature, warm him.

Next, Wang Hong did not speak for a long time.

Feeling that the atmosphere was a bit cold, Chen Rong did not dare to move, she just tightened him and tightened his body temperature.

At this time, on the top of her head, Wang Hong’s low laughter came. “Qing Qing, you see, I am traveling all over the world. In this Jiankang city, I don’t know how many people say that I love me... but I really feel unwell, can I only have you."

He said here, stretched out his arms and hugged her heavily.

Indulging for a while, in the sound of the two people beating, he lifted Chen Rong’s chin, looked at her tenderly and sincerely, and said: "Arong, I promised you that day, not contempt, It’s not ruthless, it’s really, you can only be a noble man.”

He ignored Chen Rong's tight lips, white face, holding her chin, sly, gentle and extremely said: "Stupid child, you really want things to be simple. You think that my husband Wang Hong's wife is So good? Don’t talk about dealing with slaves, it’s the brothers and sisters of our big family, the elders, and the industry under my name. It’s very troublesome... The most important thing, the patriarch is thinking. Help me, the wife of the patriarch of the Wang family, there is no strong backstage mother. If you encounter such a thing today, you can not use the power of the maiden to **** me, to provoke a lawsuit, or to borrow As my wife, I will often enter the palace and sit up with the Queen of the Palace. If there is no mother, the Queen of Palace will dare to use words to run against you and oppress you. These behaviors are also playing.琅琊王's face!"

He looked at her, his eyes were clear and gentle. "These, I don't care, how can the patriarchs not care? How can the elderly in the family not care? Arong," he lowered his head and pressed it gently on her lips. Mumble said: "I dare say that as long as I started to marry you today, you are a dead body tomorrow."

He looked up and held her hand on his chest. He softly asked: "Arong, the position of the nobles is only lower than the wife's room... As long as I don't die, I will fully protect you from loving you. Not very good?"

His eyes are so clear and so gentle.

She can see her reflection from his dawn.

Slowly, Chen Rong smiled. She shook her head and said, "Ichiro thinks that I don't even know these things. After you open my eyes on that day, I hate you and hate your tone."

She turned her eyes back to the outside and said, "Ichiro, I never thought I could marry you. I never asked for it, marry you as a wife."

She looked at him, smiled slowly, and said with a hoarse voice: "Seven Lang, I want to avoid you. People like you, I know that I can't afford it."

Wang Hong slowly coveted and said: "But I don't want you to avoid me. Arong, I want you to be by my side, to have children with me, to grow old?"

Are you old?

Chen Rong’s eyes are red.

She stared blankly at the outside, straight through the good one, and she looked up at him, slowly and firmly said: "Now it is good, Shiro."

She looked at him and raised her mouth and smiled. "I am now your outer room." If you think about it, come over, you can marry your wife and live the same life as before."

She reached over his dry lips and said slowly, "We think, we are together, we don't want to, we separate."

She said it was gentle and beautiful.

Wang Hong reached out and held her wrist.

He stared at her and stared at her tightly. Slowly, he smiled and said:

"Ah, why do you bully me? You are my outside room, that is, even if the child has no name, don't care.

If your character is so strong, can you really tolerate my wife? I am afraid that when the day comes, you have quietly left. "

He closed his eyes and fell to the top, two tears lingering in the corner of his eyes, bitterly said:

"Arong, your heart, how hard it is!"