Mei Gongqing

Sun Yan is coming?

Chen Rong was overjoyed, and she couldn't help but turn around and looked at the door of the temple with her eyes.

Nanyang Wang frowned and said, "What is he doing?"

An aide came to his ear and snorted softly.

Nanyang Wang nodded. He waved his hand and ordered: "Tell Sun General, the king is not free, and something will be said tomorrow."

Having said that, his tone has increased a bit, and it is already cold. "Tonight, whoever comes to the king does not want to care."

The guard outside said loudly: "Yes." The sound of the fall, the footsteps have gone.

Chen Rong stared at the door of the temple, his mouth slammed and turned to look at Nanyang Wang.

Then the surname of the surname brought her expression to the bottom of her eyes and smiled. She said to her, "Why should a beautiful woman suffer a face? So, the time is good!" His eyes are stickyly placed on Chen Rong. On the chest, between the legs.

Chen Rong hangs down his eyes, and does not wait for Nanyang Wang to rush, and when he strides, he will go to those happy places.

Nanyang Wang Qidao: "Beauty, what are you doing?"

Chen Rong did not answer.

She was able to walk in front of the crowd, and suddenly, there was a buzzing sound outside.

A rushing voice came from the outside. "Wang Ye, General Sun Xiao is determined to enter, and he has brought troops to come!"

"what?"

Nanyang Wang was furious, his face sank and he said: "This Sun Yan is a great courage! What does he think of this king? What is the king's house?"

In a scene, he said uncomfortably, "Is it true that General Sun Xiao came forward and wanted to be an assassin?"

This is very mentally handicapped, even if Chen Rong knows that the assassin's way is expensive. What kind of hardship? Besides, he really has no value in Nanyang Wang!

Unfortunately, Nanyang Wang did not understand this truth. His face was white and he hurriedly shouted: "Get rid of him, go all, go and drive him away."

"Yes!"

Suddenly in the voice, a neat footstep left the courtyard.

At this time, Chen Rong’s face was already white. She bit her lip and thought desperately: It seems that there is no way.

After so many waves, Nanyang Wang’s face was very bad. He gasped and turned to Chen Rong. He couldn’t help but yell: “You, this woman, let you come over, what are you going to do there? Again, Hugh Blame the king is not pity and cherish the jade!"

In the screaming voice, a few squeaking sounds, in the blink of an eye, the four corners of the hall, stood a few guards armed with long guns, they stared coldly at Chen Rong, one of them looking for a gun tip, the cold light, Has been slanted to Chen Rong.

Chen Rong's face is whiter.

The sound of smirk around the bamboo is also a quiet moment.

Even the subordinates of the curtains behind Nanyang Wang, all bowed their heads and did not scream.

Nanyang Wang Qing’s face and gasping, he reached out and slammed a few shots on his collapse. He said, “This is a day, it’s not as good as a day. Mom’s, even Sun Yan’s little bitter guy, also Dare to marry my house? Come and come!"

"in!"

Nanyang Wang stood up and pointed out, and said: "Take that Sun Yan and his..." Without a word, his voice is weak.

In the trembling of the fingers, Nanyang Wang screamed and turned to the temple. He stared at a pair of turbid swollen eyes and stared at them in disgust.

Wherever his gaze went, everyone was looking down, and some beautiful people were still shaking.

Nanyang Wang’s gaze reached Chen Rong.

He stared at Chen Rong standing in front of the music, and gradually, in the turbid old eyes, an unspeakable violent shot came out. He took a breath and shouted: "It’s just a little prostitute. This king has taken a fancy to you. It’s your blessing! You dare to rebel against the king again, oh! So, this king. What is your use?"

He waved his hand and stopped the stunned face. The Xu surnamed who was screaming and screaming, said: "Grandma's, you are pickled and dirty, and you will restrain yourself in front of the king all day long, saying that you should consider the people's minds." It’s not so happy to have a woman playing with a woman."

Having said that, he raised his right hand and pointed to Chen Rong, who was shaking. "Come, let this be dragged down to kill..."

Just said here, there was a rush of footsteps coming from outside.

At the same time, a loud voice called: "Hey, I hope to see you."

"Wang Wang Seven?"

Nanyang Wang slowly turned and asked.

"Yes."

At this moment, Nanyang’s hand was still in the air. He slowly hanged down and frowned and said, "What is he doing?"

The man replied loudly: "I don't know."

Nanyang Wang slowly stepped back and sat down. He reached out and held the wine cellar and took a sip.

After making these actions, his violent and distorted face was obviously more moderate. Nanyang Wang put down the wine cellar and the voice was very gentle. "Wang Qi is a wonderful person. He came, so see."

"Yes."

As the man went to the death, there was a resounding voice in the temple.

While everyone was relieved, Chen Rong’s feet were soft and almost fell to the ground. It was only here that she discovered that the cold sweat on her forehead had been immersed in her eyes, causing her eyes to be sore!

She lowered her head and slowly released her right hand palm. Just as her palms were loose, a few drops of bright red blood ran down the sleeves of her sleeves... Because it was too nervous, the golden scorpion had pierced her palm!

A footstep came from outside.

Almost suddenly, Chen Rong found that everyone's attention turned to the door of the temple. Nanyang Wang, who was obviously in a better mood, shouted frequently. "Open the door and open the door quickly."

Seeing that no one noticed himself, Chen Rong quietly stepped back a few steps. Inadvertently, she was already mixed into the beauty. At this time, she did not notice, the Xu surname saw her action and nodded.

The temple door "Oh," slammed open, and instantly, the sky was full of people's eyes.

At the end of Qinghui, it is a white robes, floating figure.

Rao is so far apart, that figure, with a kind of leisure, elegance, and tolerance that everyone can relax...

Nanyang Wang stood up and strode out, and laughed happily: "Is it a singer? It’s so good." When he said this, he sang a sigh of relief and glanced at the figure of the white snow. : "Hey, how does Qilang’s rush? The wind and the servant come?” The tone was a little bit funny and teasing.