MTL - Mei Gongqing-Chapter 160 Wang Hong

Feeling his gaze, Chen Rong quickly avoided.

Looking at the low-browed eyes, Chen Rong, who moved to the corner of the carriage, Wang Hong casually threw the handkerchief that was holding the wound, and reached out and pulled her to his arms.

Chen Rong couldn't help but squint at him, his elbows turned to the side, and he couldn't stop hitting him at the wound.

Instantly, the blood flow is like a note! That blood, the whole handkerchief was soaked in a blink of an eye, and the eyes turned to his clothes like a stream, and also dyed to Chen Rong's clothes!

The blood is printed with white clothes, and the scene is so alarming.

Chen Rong looked at the reddish piece, took out the handkerchief from his arms and gently pressed it.

She did not look at Wang Hong, so she stared at the outside guards and shouted: "What about medicine?"

The five guards glanced at Wang Hong and bowed their heads.

With their help, Wang Hong’s wounds were quickly wrapped up. Together with his costumes, he also changed.

In a blink of an eye, the curtain is pulled down again.

Chen Rong took Wang Hong’s neck and said softly and softly: "Where is the husband, is it painful?"

The sound is full of emotions.

Wang Hong reached out and lifted her chin.

Can not wait for him to lift, Chen Rong has looked up to him.

She looked at him, and the waves were flowing, and the concern was overwhelming. Looking at him gently, Chen Rong lowered his head and gently printed a kiss on his wound through a costume. He said lowly, "It hurts, right?"

Wang Hong did not answer her question.

Chen Rongbai's tender and greasy fingers ran across his chin along the wound. The lush jade fingered and stroked. She sighed from the throat and sighed, put her face on his face, gently rubbing, she learned Like him, he bit his nose and spit out Fang Lan. "The next time there is this, Arong is willing to stop for Lang Jun."

Her words are gentle.

Her eyes are full of affection.

Her expression, concern is beyond words.

This is what Wang Hong hopes to see... But at this moment, watching her quietly, he feels uneasy.

Just then, the drums were screaming outside.

Chen Rong quickly opened the curtain and looked out. Looking up and looking at his eyes, Chen Rong regained his gaze and organized his own clothes and hair.

After finishing the meeting for a while, she smiled at Wang Hong and asked, "Can the color be neat?"

Wang Hong has been watching her quietly, and she has looked up and down at her.

He stretched out his slender hand, pointing to the broken hair in her ear like a spring breeze. The finger slipped to her back neck and smoothed the folds behind the neck. He said, "It's all done."

"Thank you, Master."

Chen Rong said a word. Reach out and open the curtain and jump down.

Her arm was buckled and Wang Hong’s voice floated into her ear. "Where is Arong going?"

Chen Rong looked back to him.

She looked at him, licking her lips and laughing. "The husband has no idea. Arong was born in the cold. Since the move to the south, he has been battling all the way. He always looks at people's colors and dares not to relax. City, Arong is longing for a long time, but he is stuck in this figure and does not dare to indulge himself. Now, with the husband, there are people who remember to hang, and some people are dead. Arong can finally let go."

She pulled his hand and jumped out of the carriage.

When the curtains swayed, she suddenly looked back and turned to Wang Hongfu in the carriage, saying: "The husband, Arong strolled around."

After all, she licked her sleeves and walked slowly to the drums.

Chen Rongcai took a few steps, and Wang Hong’s voice came from behind. "Come back." The sound is soothing, but it is an order.

Chen Rong has a footstep.

The carriage is moving.

A slender hand, gently pressed on her shoulder, Wang Hong sighed softly and said softly: "Sit later." He stepped down the carriage and took Chen Rong's hand, step by step to the carriage. Return in.

Chen Rong did not struggle, she obeyed him with a carriage.

"Go."

"Yes."

"Go to the Taoist view."

"Yes."

In one after another order, Wang Hong took Chen Rong and placed her in the knee. Because of this movement, the wound on his neck began to bleed again.

When Chen Rong saw it, he reached out and held the wound.

Wang Honggui looked at her and said softly: "Arong doesn't know? I won't allow you to die."

He smiled lightly and lightly. The five fingers pointed at her hair. He said slowly: "Hey, look at the man." He is referring to a hundred steps away from the carriage, a young woman carrying a piggyback, "that Woman, she was sent by the Nine Princesses. Hey, there is that, then, that is also."

He smiled low and kissed Chen Rong's hair gently. "Those people will be happy with Arong."

Chen Rong smiled and her voice was a little weak. "Know it."

She broke into his arms and murmured: "The husband is really bad, I am not allowed to be willful." She muttered: "It is not easy to live, death is not allowed, hey, the husband is not a good person."

When I heard this, Wang Hong laughed.

His smile has always been shallow and faint. When he laughs like this, there are not many.

He stretched his left hand and hit it on the rut. In the rhythm of the beat, his right finger was placed in front of his mouth, snoring and warning. "Arong, this can easily be said... You said that I am bad in Jiankang, but I will be besieged. of."

In Wang Hong’s laughter, the carriage continued to drive forward.

After a while, the carriage came to the Xishan Road and began to slow down.

After Wang Hongwei leaned back, he reached out and caressed Chen Rong's back, caressing her hair like a satin, looking at Chen Rong's charming side. It is also strange to say that this woman, since that time she lost her life, the whole person has become bright and beautiful, and there is a lot of grace in the charming. This kind of romanticism is flattering, and it is a cover that can't be concealed. It is completely washed away from her previous desires. Now she is making a humble posture, that is, as in the past, when there is a blame, the tolerance is different from the past, and the posture has a high beauty.

It seems that now she is no longer camping, no longer cares about life and death... Also, she has changed.

Looking at her like this, he slenderened his white hand and gently stroked her neck. He said softly and softly: "Arong is becoming more and more charming. How can this be good?"

The voice is low.

Chen Rong turned around.

Wang Hong was on her alum, and her fingers were lightly lifted. He stroked her long eyelashes, and her mouth was slightly raised. She said lightly and softly: "Arong makes me more and more unable to let go, how can it be good? "

Chen Rong regained his gaze and smiled a little. "What happened to Lang Jun? Have you already locked Arong on your side? This world is a treasure, and if you eat too much, you will get bored. What Lang Jun expects." When you are tired, you don’t want to spend a lot of time."

Chen Rong did not wait for his answer.

Just as she turned to look back, suddenly, a drum sound came.

The drums are the drums they heard on the street. However, at this moment, the drum music trailed behind her and appeared under the Taoist temple!

Chen Rong’s straight body, reaching out to open the curtain and looking out.

The drums are getting closer and closer, looming between the winding hills. Just a glance, Chen Rong found that behind the drum band, there were hundreds of people watching the crowd.

At the moment, the drum music is only a hundred steps away from her.

The carriage stopped and Chen Rong did not look back. Wang Hong’s low voice came, "Is it the emperor?"

Emperor's people?

Chen Rongyi, look at it sideways.

Gradually, the pedestrians dispersed, and the team appeared in front of Chen Rong.

This is a Royal Guard, the first to go, is an eunuch. The **** was holding the sacred decree, behind him, the drumming music and the Tianjia escort.

Chen Rong thought about it and jumped off the carriage.

She was able to go out of two steps, Wang Hong’s low and gentle voice came, "Arong, get on the bus."

There is a coldness in his voice that is rare.

Chen Rong was a little surprised. She looked back at him and saw that he stared at the band for a moment, and his heart was slightly moving. He responded with a sigh of relief and retired to his side and climbed into the carriage.

As soon as she got on the carriage, Wang Hong put her in her arms and said softly, "Go."

This is what the coward said.

The coward responded and quickly drove the carriage.

The horse will work hard, and the team is only fifty steps away from their carriage. Wang Hong’s carriage was just moving, and the voice of a eunuch’s whistle came. “Hong Yun Zi Xian Gu is here?”

The **** was the one that belonged to Chen Rong’s carriage, which was followed by Wang Hong’s horse body.

One voice came out, and the next one was quiet.

Countless binoculars, while looking at the empty carriage of the work capacity.

At this time, Wang Hong behind him said softly: "Go ahead."

"Yes."

The widower took two steps in the carriage and came to the empty carriage.

Slowly, Wang Hongyu opened the curtain and let him and Chen Rong’s face appear in front of everyone.

Under this circumstance, everyone who looks like four is doing a glimpse of it.

What is the name of Wang Wangqi? Without Wang Hong’s appearance, everyone knows that he is on the side. However, he is holding a Taoist priest, so much to show his face.

This style is simply unmistakable!

The **** only looked at Wang Hong and he recovered his gaze.

His manners are so comfortable, it is clear that he has long been aware of it, and Chen Rong’s heart has suddenly swelled.

The **** ignored Wang Hong, but stared at Chen Rong with a scream and shouted: "But Hong Yunzi Xiangu?"

Chen Rong's waist was locked by Wang Hong. He couldn't straighten his body. He had to bow down slightly. He said, "Yes."

The **** stared at her and spoke slowly: "There is a sacred purpose!"

Dedication?

Chen Rongyi, holding a hand to the eunuch, said: "Hong Yunzi has a purpose."

This time, her voice fell, and there was a strange voice around her voice. "A good way to go." Just after the man collapsed, he received the emperor's purpose."

The sound is not small.

Chen Rong did not pay attention. The guards behind the eunuch, but one person looked back. This murderous murder, the squatting people at the same time quiet.

The **** stared at Chen Rong and slowly nodded. Then, he opened the imperial edict with a sigh of relief. He sang in a whistling voice: "Hong Yunzi is admiring the red dust, why bother to ask for the female crown? It is both the female crown and the female crown. When you are mixed with a man, why don’t you let your face go?"

The **** made a sharp voice, and when he got here, he made a look to the person behind him.

So, the three palace ladies held wooden pallets and slowly advanced.

Almost the eunuch’s voice fell, it was a loud scream, and at this moment, as the three palace ladies came forward, the snoring became a scream.

It was Wang Hong who had been leaning on the collapsed side, and looked at this scene with a sigh of relief. At this time, he was quite straight and looked down.

These three palace ladies hold three things in their hands.

A fine ceramic, a piece of white, a dagger.

......

This world, I am afraid that no one does not know the meaning of these three.

It seems that the emperor must give death to this avant-garde in order to maintain the majesty of the heavenly family.

As the three palace ladies walked forward, the screams grew louder and louder, and the screams were even higher.

Countless eyes, not instantly blinking at Chen Rong, but also staring at Wang Hong.

Chen Rong lived.

She was completely stunned.

Give your mother a death?

How can this be?

At this time, the voice of the eunuch's whistle swayed in her ear. "Hong Yunzi, do you dare not take it?"

The sound is sharp and murderous.

Chen Rong slowly looked up.

She greeted the eunuch, then, looked at the three palace ladies, and then, her eyes, sweeping through the crowd.

Slowly, Chen Rong looked back and looked at Wang Hong.

Feeling her gaze, Wang Hong, who has been staring coldly at everyone, raised her eyes to her.

He was on her gaze.

Under Wang Hongjing’s quiet gaze, Chen Rong smiled.

This laugh is very strange, it has a solitude and relaxation. Because of this solitude and relaxation, Chen Rong’s smile is so gorgeous.

Chen Rong was fixedly looking at Wang Hong. Slowly, she smiled and said lowly, "Siluo," her voice was gentle and affectionate. Her eyes were like water, and she looked at him with affection. He whispered and was reluctant. And relaxed and said: "Seven Lang, you lost."

She raised her lips and fascinated and muttered, "You lost."

Looking at him with ecstasy, Chen Rong smiled and turned his head.

She walked slowly and reached out to the three palace ladies.

Almost without hesitation, she reached out and took the dagger. After a sudden silence, her eyes glared at the crowd, with a smile, slowly said: "It should have been so... Thank you for your determination."

Just as her plain white hand reached out to the dagger, Wang Hong’s low and clear voice came, "and slow."

Everyone was quiet and looked at him at the same time.

In the eyes of everyone, Wang Hong casually waved to the **** and said: "Show me the sacred purpose."

"Bold!"

Almost Wang Hong’s words came out, and the **** was a sharp drinker. He stepped back and took a step forward, glaring at Wang Hong, and screamed coldly: "Is the king's will, and you can see it if you want to see it?"

When he drank here, Wang Hong glanced at it, and the rest of it was given to him...

At that glance, it is extremely peaceful, but he feels very cold.

However, the cold was only a moment. The **** thought of the embarrassment he heard when he was traveling. He bit his teeth and shouted at Chen Rong: "That aunt, can you resist the purpose?"

At this time, Chen Rong's hand was placed on the handle of the dagger. After hearing Wang Hong's opening, she turned her head and let her look like a vent, gentle, quietly looking at him.

When the eunuch’s eager applause came, Chen Rong gave him a slow look, and said lazily: "What are you worried about?"

She looked back at Wang Hong, leaning her head slightly, smiling and lazy, hiding the eagerness she could not admit. "In my life, it is rare for someone to protect this. Why should an angel worry?"

The eunuch’s face sank. He didn’t dare to look at Wang Hong, but he dared to swear Chen Rong. Now, he stepped forward and shouted to Chen Rongli: “Bold! Come and give the wine to this aunt!”

The **** made an order and the two came forward.

Just then, Wang Hong’s lazy voice came, "Take the holy decree."

The voice came, and the **** was a glimpse.

When he did not understand, a guard standing next to Wang Hong stepped forward. He walked over and walked to the **** in a few steps. He reached out and took the decree in his hand.

The **** was furious, and he hurriedly screamed, "You, great courage. Come, take him, take him!"

He shouted loudly and reverberated in the mountains. However, he had waited for the guard to reach the side of Wang Hong, and no one had come forward.

The **** was furious and turned back. He was on the top of it, and it was a group of people who bowed their heads and cringed.

Looking at these people, the face of the **** was white and blink of an eye. He thought that the imperial decree in his hand was gone, and his hands and feet were soft.

The guard sent the sacred decree to Wang Hong’s hand.

Wang Hong took the sacred purpose, and the sun shone. With a slight squint, he slowly rolled up the sacred decree and then, Shi Shiran stepped down the carriage.

The gentle robe was slowly strapped, and the clothes went to Chen Rong’s face. Wang Hong looked at her, and the long white hand was spread in front of her eyes.

Chen Rong blinked.

With her head down, Chen Rong looked at him sillyly. She knew it for a while, so she picked up the dagger and placed it in his palm.

When this action is done, Wang Hong is a smile.

He swept his sleeves and strode to the eunuch.

Even in his hands, the dagger was cold and the **** had no other thoughts. He stared at Wang Hong, and he said with a sigh of relief: "Wang Qilang, what do you want to do? Do you dare to resist?"

"Resistance?"

Wang Hongyi sun, he raised his lips, said faintly: "You also know that I am Wang Qilang." Spoken in one sentence, his right hand is to send forward!

At this time, he had stood in front of the eunuch, when his right hand was holding a dagger!

So, as he was so wide-sleeved, as he said this, all the people only heard the sound of "deaf", the voice of the beheading into the flesh!

"what--"

The screams came one after another, and everyone around them retraced and panicked!

Blood spurted out.

Wang Hong casually stepped back and avoided the blood spewed out. He glared at his eyebrows and licked his sleeves. "Do you know who I am, and dare to use the false sacredness to mad my woman?"

After all, he turned around unconsciously, squatting his sleeves and walking towards the carriage.

At this time, in the throat of the eunuch, blood was still pouring out. He pointed to Wang Hong and trembled, but he could not spit out a word.

At this time, the people around him have been shocked by this change and will only scream.

工具家好抬, looking up at Wanghong.

Just as Wang Hong walked over to Chen Rong’s side and reached out to her, a sharp voice came from the mountainside. “Where is Hong Yunzi’s fairy god? There is a sacred purpose—”