MTL - Mei Gongqing-Chapter 13 Stunning piano sound

Chen Rong did not answer, she knew that she was indeed born too low.

However, what is the tension? I have been here again! Chen Rong shook his fist and said to Shang Yi: "Hey, go ahead."

Going forward, it is crowded into these young girls.

When Chen Rong’s carriage came, several teenagers turned back to her. Just a glance, their eyes are a stay, there is a fool.

Chen Rong was originally exquisite and bright. After the reincarnation, she added a matureness to her beautiful beauty. This mature and beautiful young woman, as well as the youthful and tender style of the girl, made her particularly conspicuous among the girls.

A young man surnamed her eyes staring at her and asked, "Whose is this little sister?"

Waiting for Chen Rong to speak, Wang Wulang smiled and said: "She is the daughter of Chen Cheng of Pingcheng."

Pingcheng Chen? The name was reported, and the eyes of the children of the public were bright. Chen of Pingcheng is only a small branch of Chen’s family. His daughter’s daughter is not noble. Since the status is not high, then this beautiful girl in front of them, whether they are married or as a shackle, is not difficult.

Chen Zhong’s face was always calm as water when the children of Zhong’s children looked at Chen Rong’s burning.

She walked out of the carriage, walked forward two steps, raised her head, like the midnight, the bottomless eyes, and looked at Wang Shijuro, who was surrounded by the girls.

Wang Hong is also looking at her.

Four eyes, this rare beauty man suddenly smiled, this smile, his white teeth in the sun, shining with dazzling light. Unconsciously, Chen Rong, as he first met, turned his head to the side and his eyes removed.

Surrounded by Wang Hong’s young girls, I suddenly saw this kind of beauty smile, first staying, blinking, and cheering.

The famous celebrity who was blocked with Wang Hong was a young man in his twenties, a long-faced face, a Xuanmei like a sword, and a young man who looked like a scream. He couldn’t help but turn his head and look at Wang Hong’s eyes. go with.

On the beautiful Chen Rong, the famous celebrity smiled and said to Wang Hong: "The original Qi Lang liked this beauty."

Wang Hongyi sun, said: "She is Chen Arong who I told you."

When the name of the clerk was bright, he looked at Chen Rong again and he recovered his gaze.

When Chen Rongyi appeared, it made the two beautiful men interested. This made the girls dissatisfied, and they squeezed in the direction of Chen Rong. Not a moment, a black head, a flying gauze, and even a few carriages, they occupy Chen Rong's line of sight, so that she could not see Wang Hong.

Chen Rong took back his eyes and returned to the carriage.

As soon as she got on the carriage, she took a lyre from the wall.

Chen Rong of the past life, when she was so old, was indeed a student who did not learn.

Since the encounter with that person, in order to pick up her own "vulgar" hat, this lyre is practiced for several years. She is also very talented. After two years of practice, she has already understood three of them. Before she died, she had won the reputation of being a versatile man with this piece of music.

Chen Rong lowered his head and put the piano on a few, then, the right hand gently pulled the strings!

As a series of whistling sounds rang, the crowd's humming moments retreated.

Chen Rong did not look up.

Her right hand swayed, like the sound of the wind and the breeze, like the bright moon in the sky, quietly coming, silent and overflowing, extremely dilute.

The snoring disappeared.

Five or sixty teenage girls, at the same time turned to look at Chen Rong.

At this time, Chen Rong only focused on the piano that collapsed. Her clear facial features, like a quiet spring in this moment, in the shade of the trees, swaying with gorgeous light. This is a kind of clear and quiet, woven with the gorgeous publicity.

Unconsciously, all the teenagers looked at the idiots and listened to them.

These Chinese costume children, who were born, are doomed to their cultivation. In the weekdays, this chess and calligraphy painting is not proficient, and hunting is a must.

At this moment, Chen Rong’s sound of the piano floated, and they immediately felt that the sound of the music was extraordinary.

The piano has been popular since the beginning of the world, and its sound is clear and elegant. In this era, it is the most popular instrument for the people. It can be said that at this time, there are very few scholars who do not play the piano. Not to mention others, Wang Jiaqilang Wang Hong is a piano skill.

As early as the first time, Wang Hong knew from the footsteps of Chen Rong that she was also a piano skill.

But he never imagined that Chen Rong’s piano played so well! A fifteen-year-old little aunt, this piece of melody, fluttering brightly, smooth and windy, swaying, like in his ear to talk about other Acacia, rejoicing and rejoicing. Moreover, this kind of acacia and joy, like a spring breeze, like a spring, intently and unintentionally, extremely romantic.

In general, the sounds of the songs popped up by the celebrities are all clear and elegant. But the sound of this little prince's piano is different from that of everyone.

These piano skills are no longer lost to him.

Unconsciously, all the people raised their heads, and Wang Hong closed his eyes and listened quietly.

I don't know how long it took, and the sound of the sound of the water gradually drifted away and gradually turned into nothingness.

Chen Rong slowly looked up.

As she looked up, a mischievous shattered hair scattered on her jade white cheek. Her eyes turned, and the night-like eyes looked at Wang Hong very deeply and quietly.

Four eyes are opposite.

Chen Rong was stunned at him, a little shy, and smiled a little joyously. Then she dropped her eyes and said slowly: "Revisit the gentleman, I am very happy."

After finishing the eight words, she pulled down the curtain. As there was a low-pitched, pleasant command from the carriage, Shang Hao drove the carriage and drove back.

In a whisper, Chen Rong’s carriage returned to the queue.

At this time, whether it is Wang's children, or the Qi people, they are looking at Chen Rong's place. No matter how they look forward to it, the horse curtain has not been opened.

I don't know how long it took, a Wang girl shouted: "When did Arong, did he learn this technique?"

Everyone has a glimpse.

Wang Golang also recovered from dementia. He frowned and shook his head and said, "I have never heard of it."

Wang’s seven women were cold and cold, and laughed and said: "This Chen Arong’s piano is really beautiful. Unfortunately, it’s just a prostitute."

Her voice is not low.

As soon as the voice fell, several people nodded there. The eyes of the young dementia are even clearer. Unconsciously, the arrogant look with disdain in the face of the sorrow, once again returned to their faces - how is the piano skill extraordinary? What about looks good? The origin of a branch prostitute shows that she will always be lower than them. This kind of person is not worthy of being dumped.

The children who have come back to God quickly took back the look of Chen Rong.

At this time, a girl surnamed surnamed in a hurry: "Ah? What is Honglang?"

Wang Hong?

At the same time, the girls turned their heads and looked for them. They found that Wang Hong and Qi Zhi, two famous men, had already sat back in the carriage. What they can see is just the one that shakes the curtain.