Mei Gongqing

Chen Rong did not pay attention to the sympathy of the two prostitutes. She just focused on the Kongming Lantern and put it on the sky one after another.

For a whole night, Chen Rong was doing the lights and spending time in the lights.

When she was always doing it, when she was tired and fell asleep, the young prostitute pushed her companion and whispered: "This Arong is also a poor man." In the voice, there is a faint buddy. .

The next day, I will be there.

Early in the morning, a burst of music passed through the window and fluttered in the woods. Chen Rong slowly opened his eyes and looked out the screen.

The sky outside the screen window is very dark and it seems to be raining.

She stood up straight and embraced the quilt looking out at the sky.

At this time, the young prostitute summoned: "Girl, can you wash?" Her voice is obviously milder than yesterday. Looking at Chen Rong's eyes, there is also faint sympathy.

Chen Rong shook his head and didn't look at her.

The young niece stared at Chen Rong in the middle of the squad for a while and suddenly said: "Girl, although the prince is happy and new, and has the old people to give their subordinates, they can finally be able to live, can live." Speaking of this, suddenly a dumb, suddenly remembered, this Arong, not the daughter of the poor, she is in the big family, has long enjoyed this kind of shelter.

Arong looked up.

In the morning, her unwashed face was astonishingly refreshing. She looked at the prostitute and said lowly, "Thank you."

The young prostitute bowed her head, and she said in a hurry: "No." Then he hurried back.

Gradually, in the drifting music, a voice was added, and the voice was lingering, intertwined with the voice, with a sentiment that was only spring.

Chen Rong lowered his eyes and said: "In the early morning, there is such a joy. This Nanyang Wangfu is really a song and dance."

She put on a wooden track and walked to the screen window.

‘Oh,’ she pushed the screen window open. When the window door opened, the heads of the two beautiful women and Chen Rong were right.

When the six pairs of eyes met, the two beautiful women turned sharply. When they turned a bare peach forest, Chen Rong heard a beautiful woman said: "A new beauty, Wang Ye did not come with me? Quirk."

Another beauty said: "I just asked, is this beauty a guest? Hey, beauty, how many years, Wang Ye has only used this five times."

Chen Rong took a breath and ordered: "Get water."

"Yes."

At the same time, the two screams came in, and they held the basin, the towel, and the green salt for washing.

When the two women quietly washed her and combed her hair, Chen Rong asked: "Where is the Wangfuzhong, where can I not go?"

The older prostitute helped her to comb her hair and said: "In addition to the main courtyard, the backyard and the things out of the two houses, the girl can go."

Chen Rong should have a voice. She noticed that the technique of the niece's hair was very clever, and the swaying swaying, revealing a lazy beauty, without half a scorpion and other accessories, but also quite romantic.

Chen Rong tightened her sleeves. She had expected this and had already collected her nephew.

At this time, the two women finished their work, Chen Rong stood up and turned and walked outward.

The young prostitute looked at her long skirt and her sleeves, her waist was thin and her head whispered, "This girl is too demon, no wonder how the prince should get her."

When Chen Rong walked into the courtyard, he looked up. On the small road, in front of the courtyard, there were Chinese girls everywhere.

However, at this moment, her footsteps are a meal.

When Chen Rong stood, a dozen pairs of eyes were looking at her. In response to these gaze, Chen Rong suddenly thought: "The longer I live in Nanyang Wangfu, the more it hurts the innocence. If I deal with these women, I can know something, but what people fear most is rumors. If they add something to my inadvertently, what can be done? If so, let's go back."

Thinking of this, she stepped back.

Upon returning to the room, Chen Rong ordered: "Close the courtyard door."

Look at her inexplicably.

Chen Rong stared at them and ordered again: "Close the courtyard door, no matter who comes, you need to pass my consent before you can open the door. Did you hear?"

The two looked at each other and said, "Yes."

At the gate of the courtyard, Chen Rong ordered the two women to move the piano to the courtyard. Then she bounced.

She played, when she was married, she married a singer, and inadvertently heard a song by a famous musician. The song was called "Mingshi".

This "Merchant of the Masters" is a far-reaching song. She remembered because of the twists and turns of the piano, and the combination of Chen Rong’s heart.

The sound of the cymbal is slowly mixed in the voice of the voice, slowly, and dyed in the dark clouds.

The beauty here, no matter which one, even if you can't play the piano, it is all used to listening. Chen Rong’s first ‘Celebrity’ was out, and the girls who were curiously pointing at her closed portal gradually calmed down.

When they first heard it, they immediately discovered that the song was a new song that had never been heard before, and it was quite elegant.

Gradually, as the music became higher, the voice and voice stopped.

Gradually, the entire West Court, only this high, lonely and proud sound, floating under the clouds.

A Chinese girl closed her eyes and listened quietly for a while, murmured: "It was so high."

Another girl with a warm face like water hangs her eyebrows and whispers: "It is a kind of introduction. Such a girl, Wang Ye also brought in it? It seems that her life is not long."

Standing behind them, a 30-year-old, charming Chinese woman sneered: "How about the high school? How about the introduction? That is that Wang Ye has not slept her, she will not play after she has been to the bed of Wang Ye. This kind of piano sound."

They didn't know that Chen Rong's song was to let everyone know that she was still a guest of the palace, and she was never close to Nanyang Wang.

In the discussion, the sound of the piano drifted, and the night gradually came.

Just when dinner was used, the wind was raging outside, the leaves were rolled, the branches were slap, and the roof creaked.

Chen Rong put down the chopsticks and looked at the sky outside. He said low and low: "Is it going to rain tonight?"

The young prostitute saw her disappointment and couldn’t help but smile: "The girl still wants to put the light on?"

Chen Rong nodded, "Well."

It was rare to see her so kind, the young prostitute sighed and advised, "Girl, don't think about him."

Chen Rong did not answer.

Just then, the outside winds gradually stopped. Chen Rong put down the tableware, walked into the courtyard, looked up at the sky with the dark clouds, and said: "The stars are coming out."

She turned her head and her eyes were bright. "Go ahead, I will put it a dozen times tonight."