MTL - Mei Gongqing-Chapter 153 Royal family

Chen Rong brows slightly and looks up at Wang Hong with a reflective look.

This look up, she will be clear to the eyes of the two eyes, looking at her, his eyes are extremely gentle. Chen Rong quickly shunned and whispered, "Ichiro thought, what should I do?"

Wang Hong smiled and said a little, "Please ask the angel to wait a little longer and let him bathe and change clothes."

Ying Gu listened to Wang Hong’s voice and immediately shouted: "Yes."

When Ying Gu retired, Wang Hong looked down at Chen Rong. He slenderened his white hand and put on Chen Rong’s eyebrows. The sound of the clean sound was like water. "Don’t be afraid, there is me."

Although the sound is low, it is gentle and infinite.

Chen Rong said: "Yes." She gently pushed Wang Hong and walked forward.

Wang Hong turned his head, the clear eyes of the eyes, quietly looking at the back of her man step away. Looking at it, his eyes looked involuntarily at her back. Her back is so straight, it is stiff and straight... this stubborn woman.

After Chen Rong bathed and changed clothes, he came to the main entrance of Taoist Temple.

Outside, a carriage sent by the emperor was waiting to see her go out, and the **** shouted: "Get off the bus."

Chen Rong took a ritual to the leading **** and broke into the carriage. Until the carriage drove, Chen Rong was still looking back.

Wang Hong did not keep up.

Chen Rong regained his gaze.

The carriage drove out of the Taoist temple and entered the street.

Chen Rong has not remembered how long he has not been on the street... She knows that her appearance is easy to recruit, and in order to avoid extra-budgets, she has been suppressing the impulse to go shopping.

Wherever the carriage of the Tianjia is, all the pedestrians are worth mentioning, the Cavaliers, the carriages, and the roads.

At this time, the carriage is passing through Cuiliu Lane. Here is the place where Wu Wa Yue Women’s red makeup hospitality, a loft with colorful flags flying in the loft, and a loft, one or a part-time, or a touch of beauty. child.

These beautiful people are leaning on Zhu Lan and pointing at the pedestrians below, laughing and laughing. Just as Chen Rong’s carriage arrived, a beautiful woman took a jasper, and looked at somewhere in front of her eyes with enthusiasm.

Shortly after the sound began, a beauty who looked exactly like her twisted closer. She leaned against the boasting beauty, wide-sleeve and sleek, and yelled toward Chen Rong's left: "Who is Langjun Yan Ruyu, leaning against Ma Nanqiao's spring shirt?"

The voice of this beautiful woman, with a clear rhythm, is in the voice, like a long song.

Unconsciously, including Chen Rong, everyone followed the eyes of the beauty.

On the left, the bridge flows and the willows are hoisted.

Under the willow tree, it is really a beautiful young man standing against the horse. His skin is white, his eyes are black and black, his red lips are quite nose, his robes are wide sleeves, and his body is long like a willow. A pair of pure eyes, quiet, looking at the front a little bit ecstatic.

This boy?

Chen Rong couldn't help but get together, and he opened the curtain and decided to go.

This beautiful young boy can be beautiful and beautiful, but is it Sun Yan?

Why is he here? When did you come to Jiankang? Yes, he must have come with him. He is a family member, and he is there. It is convenient to behave in Jiankang.

Thinking of this, Chen Rong couldn't help but bite his lip: So, in the short term, will you not leave Jiankang City? While thinking about it, Chen Rong reached for the curtain.

Just preparing to expose his face completely, let Chen Yan see Chen Yan, seeing Sun Yan behind him. That person is a close guard who is with him all the year round. The guard went to Sun Yan and talked with him in a low voice. After saying two words, Sun Yan’s beautiful face was smashed, and a brow was also revealed.

And Chen Rong’s carriage is gradually moving away.

Chen Rong put down the curtain and smiled at himself. He said: I am now a famous Jiankang. If he wants to find me, he can come at any time.

She turned her head and looked at Sun Yan, who was still greeted by Yan Yanyan on the red building, and her mouth was rising, and a touch of warmth poured out her heart.

The carriage is heading towards the Imperial City.

The closer you are to the hustle and bustle of the layers, the more the wagons around you. Every carriage will leave a scent of incense.

The palace gate is already in sight.

Chen Rong took a breath and took care of his clothes.

Just then, a singer came from behind. The heavy footsteps stepped on the bluestone board, giving a rhythmic sound. In the music, a hoarse voice sang in the song, "The red house beauty is wide-sleeved, and the Zhumen wine is bad."

The song is very hoarse, obviously it is a song of praise, can be matched with this hoarse voice, but there is a sense of desolate helplessness.

Chen Rong went back.

What she is up to is a back of a shawl. The back looked up and sang two times before the two sings, and suddenly screamed. The howling sounded like a tear, like a song crying.

When Chen Rongzhen looked at himself, outside the carriage, the voice of the eunuch’s hate came. "It’s the madman of the government! Hey! Now dare to sing these messy things outside the imperial city... see you still live for a few days. !"

The eunuch’s voice was a bit sharp and it sounded harsh. Chen Rong heard his voice disgusted, and could not help but wonder: these two poems, nothing at all!

Almost when Chen Rong thought about it, he saw the front door of the palace and rushed over to ride the smoke. The knight is very fast, and the horseshoe is so nervous.

In the soft land like Jiankang, it is the young aristocrats who like to walk by people. When have you seen such a rush of horseshoes?

Involuntarily, more than a dozen carriages opened the curtain at the same time and looked at the knight in amazement.

The knight is rushing toward the singer.

The smoke is like an arrow, and it is close. Just when Chen Rong inadvertently looked at her, her eyes instantly reached the extreme!

I saw the knight who rushed out of the air. When I approached the back of the song, I suddenly bent and took the arrow. Under the eyes of the public, I came to the person and went to the vest of the man!

Chen Rong was conscious of screaming, and she quickly reached out and pouted.

Just as she made this action, the Cavaliers had already bowed like a full moon!

"Oh--"!

Arrows are scared!

In the sharp sound of the air, the long arrow rushed out like a lightning bolt, and ‘噗’, it slammed the vest of the singer! Instantly, blood flow is like a line, slowly down.

......

Those who are crazy and screaming, slowly stand still and slowly look back.

The wind blew his robes and pointed his chaos, showing a young, clear-cut face. This is still a young man under 25 years old.

The young man is bright and bright. He stared at the knight who shot the cold arrow at himself. Slowly, he reached back and pulled out the arrow that was inserted into the vest.

"Beep", the blood splashed, the young man put the arrow on the vest, and gave it to him.

The blood of ‘噗’ was splattered, and there was a horror and cry in the carriage around. Chen Rong heard a horse in his carriage. A 30-year-old nobleman shrank into a ball. He rubbed his head with his sleeves and cried. "Blood! A lot of blood... Oh, I am afraid of blood, I am so scared. Blood." In the cries, the two clothes were half-solved, and the half-beauty of the jade milk quickly moved up, a hoe, and a hand from the back, so he was comforted.

The young man reached out and pulled the long arrow on his back, staring at the knight, and he stared at it, staring, slowly, and he put the **** arrow into his mouth.

Instantly, the blood drenched him.

When the blood was dripping, the screams of the surrounding aristocrats screamed louder. In these calls, Chen Rong also smelled a stinking smell. She turned her head and looked at it, but it was the **** who greeted her. It was fighting in both sides, and his lower skirt had become wet. And, on the ground, there is a beach of water stains.

The young man put a **** arrow in his mouth and licked it. After swallowing a few drops of blood, he took the arrow out slowly.

The arrow was held like this, and the young man looked at the knight and looked at the direction of the imperial city. It was almost sudden, and he laughed loudly.

With his big laughter, the wound on his back, blood flow like a note, blink of an eye, the green dress, has been dyed soaked.

The young man smiled madly, smiled and smiled, and his eyes blew two tears.

After a burst of laughter, the young man cried: "I only hate Cao Auntie! I only hate that Cao Auntie! If it wasn’t for him and Wu Hao, they would fight for my Central Plains blood! If not for him. Germany is incompetent, can not produce good children and grandchildren, can not hold this Wei's Jiangshan, and there will be today's pickled world? Will you let this idiot pile up, stupid and incompetent Sima's unified world, lost the rivers and mountains? Hahaha!"

If he said that his songs were still subtle, what he said now is a word and sentence that directly refers to the DPRK!

The knight's face was red, and his legs were clipped, so that when the rider stood up, he bent again and took the arrow.

Looking at the arrow that the knight lifted to himself, the cold forest. The young man laughed even louder. As he laughed, his black hair fluttered in the wind, and the tall body was also staggering, as Yushan would collapse.

In the laughter, the young man shouted, and he scornfully turned a white eye toward the knight and cried, "The erect! I don't deserve my life!"

In the arrogant, frivolous and disdainful laughter, the young man’s right hand reversed, and the arrow in his hand was lightning bolted to his chest.

"Beep", the **** arrow was heavily inserted in his heart.

At this time, the long arrow in the hand of the knight had been taken out of the string, and ‘噗’ was inserted on the shoulder of the young man.

At this time, the young man was still laughing. Just smile and smile, he is a mouth, ‘噗’, spit out a big mouthful of blood.

I don't know how long it took, and the laughter gradually stopped. Slowly, the tall body of the young man was planted heavily on the ground, and he could not move any more.

And where he fell, the blood flowed like a mooring!

Looking at the place where the young man fell, Chen Rong in the carriage slowly stood up. She blessed him, lowered her head, closed her eyes, and whispered seriously: "Yu Zhijun is a hero of Han. "

Outside the carriage, there are screams, crying, and commanding voices, "Quick, fast, go!"

"What are you still doing here? Let's go." "Oh, I want my mother."

"It’s so disgusting, it’s so much blood, it’s dirty.”

In the scream of screaming, Chen Rong heard a murky sound line. "Is it a shot to kill the clan in the street? Isn't it not allowed to be executed in public?" Hey, it is getting more and more chaotic."

In the chaos, Chen Rong’s carriage is already driving.

After a while, her carriage drove past the palace gate and headed for it.

As the carriage goes farther and farther, the outside is awkward, **** or not, and gradually goes away, and it’s a burst of laughter and a woman’s laughter.

The carriage passed through the spacious Bluestone Road and entered a boulevard.

When I got here, the **** eunuchs who went in and out of the two sides became more and more obvious. Chen Rong stunned and looked stagnation.

These palace ladies, all of them are dressed in red and green, dressed in flamboyant. This is still spring, the clothes on them are very thin, and the tube top under the thin shirt, even the texture of the flowers are clearly reflected in her vision.

Chen Rong smelled the fragrance of the body, and looked at the spring of this place, and recovered his gaze.

The carriage is still moving forward.

Passing through a peach forest with thick green leaves and no flowers, there was a sharp voice in the pavilion on the right. "Whose woman is that?"

The eunuch’s question is naturally Chen Rong’s group.

In the group of Chen Rong, the **** of the leader was wet with his pants. When he entered the palace, he handed Chen Rong to a small **** and left with the support of the eunuchs.

The little **** was only fifteen or six years old. He heard the sharp voice and immediately glimpsed. He quickly took a ritual and accompanied him to smile.

But before he could talk, the sharp voice was unceremoniously ordered: "Take the carriage over."

When the order sounded, the coward drove the carriage without saying anything and headed for the gazebo.

Inside and outside the pavilion, stood five or six eunuchs. A 30-year-old white fat man is sitting across the pavilion.

At this moment, the white fat man grasped the arms of the eunuchs on both sides, and his face was flushed.

Under his knees, there was something creeping under his wide robes. Looking at it again, it reveals a slender woman figure. Hidden, you can also see the woman's head moving.

Chen Rong was just a glance, his face was red. She tightened her lips and quickly removed her gaze.

At this moment, the white fat man's feet gradually straightened. Suddenly, he pulled out the woman under his body and got a lower body, and then stuffed the stuff into the woman's mouth.

Chen Rong licked his lips.

At this time, her ears are still echoing the high singing voice of the young man who was killed. At this time, she also has an impulse to sing and scream... This is a kind of impulsive impulse and sadness.

The **** did not know what to say. I saw that the white fat man was weak and weak, and waved his hand in exhaustion. He said, "Wang Hong, the beauty? I have disappeared and I don’t want to see it now."

With this hand, Chen Rong’s carriage turned and continued to drive to the place where the emperor was.