Mei Gongqing

In the old laughter, Chen Rong’s confused eyes gradually turned bright.

She slowly turned her head and looked at it. Suspiciously staring at the strange old man, Chen Rong's dry mouth opened Zhang, but a word could not be sent out.

The prostitute, who was on the sidelines, quickly brought a glass of water and placed her on her lips to let her sip a little.

Listening to the swallowing sound of Chen Rong drinking water, the original real person nodded. He went to the side of the collapse and pointed the prescription to him. "This way, you can use it for one month."

After finishing the arrangement, he stared at the side of the ground, snorted and shouted dissatisfiedly: "The thief surnamed Wang, the old man is leaving, can you stop?"

The thief of the surname Wang?

Chen Rong’s eyes were bright, and she couldn’t wait to turn her head and look forward to it. Just after a move, I saw the wound, and Chen Rong had to be quiet.

At this time, she saw a white figure coming, and the figure was deeply glimpsed toward the old man. Her gentle smile of Lang Jun was heard in her ear. "The real person is laughing. Hong owes a real person, he has a relationship." Will report it."

"This is still like words." The original person caressed Baishou: "Kid, remember what you said today."

After all, the original people went away.

Chen Rong looked confusedly at the original real person and left, and raised his brow. In her memory, I have never seen anyone talking to Wang Hong.

At this moment, one came to her, and he lowered his head and quietly approached her.

Chen Rong did not look up and opened a weak smile to him. She looked up at him, pale as paper, with a bloodless face with a smile, "Shiro." She struggled to reach out and slowly landed on the back of his hand, his eyes falling on his gray white, hoarse and weak. Said: "How dirty?"

When she woke up, she did not ask her own injuries, did not ask her own poison, never asked her children, but she was only worried about his clothes.

Wang Hong slowly stretched out his fingers.

The five fingers reached out, his white palm, and her white little hands. Slowly, he wrapped it in his hand.

"Arong."

His voice is hoarse. "Are you still hurting?"

Chen Rong shook his head quickly, but only shook it twice, and she was so dizzy that she stopped. Looking at him with a smile, she said lowly: "No pain."

Looking at him, she moved her lips and asked for a moment: "I, how am I still alive? I am so alive, can I be tired of you?"

Still do not ask yourself, do not worry about yourself, only worry about his safety.

Wang Hong closed his eyes.

He cautiously took her little hand and lowered her head. He kissed the back of her hand and said the sound. It sounded like a nasal sound in the hoarse voice. "I am fine." Suddenly, he said lowly: "Arong ."

He raised a little red eyes and looked at her seriously. He said softly, "I would rather be tired of you, and you must live."

Where did Chen Rong think that Wang Hong would tell such a love story to himself one day?

She blinked, and she did not see the **** lips rising up and smiling. Just saying a few words, she is very tired. Chen Rong put his head on the jade pillow, his fingers clasped his fingers. For a while, she gently said: "Well."

She said nothing, but just blissfully sighed.

Wang Hong is coveted.

He put her white hands on her back, rubbing her lips, and the sound of the spit was low and lingering. "Arong, I won't hurt you in the future."

Chen Rong, who was shocked by Wang Hong’s constant tender feelings, couldn’t speak, but just squinted in confusion. For a while, she thought: I said that if there is a big disaster, there will be a blessing, and it seems that there is no end to me.

She couldn't speak, but she was low and softly said: "Well."

He separated her five fingers one by one, pityfully put the white and tender fingertips between the lips, Wang Hong looked at Chen Rong's eyes, because of the red, flashing crystal light and charming. Unconsciously, Chen Rong looked crazy: this is her Lang Jun, her Lang Jun is really beautiful.

Wang Hong's ruddy lips, with her white little fingers, low and vaguely said: "Arong, you must love me so much, no matter what, whenever you want to love me forever. His voice is still with a nasal sound. This handsome and honest man, with his twin eyes shining in crystal clear light, looks at her softly like water, the ink is ethereal, noble and godlike, but it is so close. If you are childish, you are still attached.

Chen Rong’s eyes widened. Although she talked too much and was a little dizzy, she was still happy. Ning Jun couldn’t help but say, “Well.”

"You swear."

Wang Hong is extremely persistent. He stared at her eyes with perseverance and waited for her to open her eyes.

Chen tolerated laughter, gentle, and weakly said: "My Chen Arong vowed that I will always love my Qilang, no matter what, no matter when."

Get her vow, Wang Hong grinned grin. Just smiling and laughing, he lowered his head and buried his face in the palm of Chen Rong. Chen Ronggang was puzzled and felt the palm of his hand cool. Then, a few drops of tears followed her fingers and slowly ran down.

Chen Rong was shocked. She touched his face with the other hand and said softly, "Ichiro, don't be sad, I am not good?"

Speaking, her voice is sweet, beautiful, with joy... Finally, in the eyes of the man she sees as a treasure, is she also a treasure?

Listening to Chen Rong’s soft words, Wang Hong did not move.

For a while, he looked up and leaned back, slowly taking the overheated towel from the prostitute's hand, and Wang Hong slowly dried the dirt and dust on his face.

Then he stood up and opened his arms. Just in a blink of an eye, just now the fragile, pitiful, gentle and incomparable Wang Hong has disappeared. Such a man with arms open, like an emperor, graceful, noble, can not climb.

As soon as he stood up, several prostitutes stepped forward at the same time, taking off his dirty robe and re-changing a new white robe. Give him a re-comb of messy ink.

When a few retreats, Wang Hong in front of him resumed the graceful appearance of the immortal.

He looked down and looked at Chen Rong gently.

Chen Rong looked up at him. Although he was clear and calm, he was still gentle and watery, and Chen Rong felt a weak smile.

Chen Rong looked at him and screamed: "Seven Lang."

"Yep."

"How are you?" Chen Rong’s eyes were a bit nervous. "You have nothing to do?"

Wang Hong slowly shook his head.

He reached out and gently stroked Chen Rong's long hair. As he combed, he whispered low and low. "A bit of a knot, well, you have a wound on your body. I will help you to wash it."

Upon hearing this, Chen Rong shook his head and shook his head. Only after shaking it, she stopped because of dizziness. "No."

"Why?"

Why? Because I am embarrassed. Chen Rong bit his lip and glanced at him. He said shyly: "You can call a prostitute."

Wang Hong saw her shame.

He stepped forward and gently held Chen Rong straight, then he sat behind her and let her lean against herself. Relying on him, Chen Rong murmured: "I have a **** smell on my body and I will smoke Qilang."

Wang Hong did not care. He put his face on her neck and kept moving for a long time.

Just when Chen Rong was curious to turn back, he heard the sound of a nasal sound again. "Qing Qing, forever, will not be yours."

......

Chen Rong was completely shocked.

She has wide eyes and does not believe in her own ears.

Straight for a long time, she trembled and choked and asked: "What are you talking about?"

She couldn't help but feel dizzy. She looked up at him and asked for tears: "Seven Lang, what did you say? Please say it again."

She widened her eyes and let the tears flow from the alum to the cheek. "Seven Lang, please, please say it again... You, you can't make me guess, I can't think of it."

Wang Hong bowed his head and his lips pressed against her forehead.

Gently posted for a while, he gently said, spoke words clearly: "Qing Qing, I am no longer me... On this day, I have tasted all the troubles of the world."

He removed her face and looked at her tenderly, closed her eyes and kissed her lips.

The two tongues are intertwined, and when they first contact Wang Hong, they slowly separate. He looked at her again and said lowly: "I said that this life will not be lost."

In a word, Chen Rong snorted.

She buried her face in his arms and motionless. In the next twitching, tears turned his eyes and soaked his new dress.

Tears overflowed, Chen Ronglian also forgot the pain, she just glared at him and wept with patience.

Wang Hongwu refers to the shuttle, through her long hair like a satin, whispered: "I did not retaliate against anyone." Hearing this sentence, Chen Rong's whimper, she began to twitch and listen.

His voice was like a breeze, a slight whisper. "The nine princesses died, but the royal family thought you could not escape."

Hearing this, Chen Rong reached out and pushed him away. She raised her tears and looked at her face. The joy and happiness in her expression slowly turned into a sorrow.

Looking at him, in the eyes of Wang Hong's enquiry, Chen Rong whispered: "Ichiro knows that I am poisoned? Nine Princess said that she was on the knife and painted a poisonous, poisonous and toxic drug."

At this moment, she seems to understand why Wang Hong is so abnormal today, and she is crying in front of her face, and promises to her, giving her such beautiful expectations... He must know that he is going to die?

Chen Rong said this sentence, see Wang Hong whispered, and could not help but smile, she smiled extraordinarily bright and sunny, and over-the-head, Chen Rongman said indifferently: "Seven Lang Hugh should care, my life, this is It’s coming. God’s real people have collected it, and it’s got it.” After a pause, her voice turned low and weak. “Ichigo does not have to pity me and say such a promise.” She ate a smile. He also said: "Only 30 days in January, it is so long and difficult to live in a long time... But Qilang said that this life will not be for me. It’s really a joy to hear Arong." She was too excited to say too much. When you are dizzy for a while, you will lie flat and slowly close your eyes. Just the corner of the eye, two tears like a pearl, slowly slipped, and broke into the clothes of Wang Hong.