MTL - Mei Gongqing-Chapter 7 Refugee

After Chen Rong came back, Shang Hao said sullenly: "The Wang family girl is very rude. Arong is kind enough."

He said that here, Chen Rong was embarrassed.

What he saw was Chen Rong, who had a clear eye and no anger.

After eating, the team went on the road again.

At dinner, the Wang family is still a luxury, as if they are not fleeing this time, but to go to play.

The freshness of the Wang family girls gradually disappeared in the passing of time. Slowly, Chen Rong heard more and more complaints.

At this moment, Chen Rong already knew that Wang Jiaqilang had not visited them because he had to visit a famous person.

It is early autumn, and there is still heat in the sky. The wand and the dust that rolled up when the crowd walked around, the people were getting more and more gray.

Under this circumstance, the Wang family, who pays attention to the aristocratic style, has to bathe several times a day, so that they can only walk twenty or thirty miles a day.

After seven days of walking, there were more and more people on the road. These ordinary people, rushing to the south in droves. After eating the dry food they brought, they began to spontaneously follow the Wang family. Because every time the Wang family finishes eating, there will be a lot of leftovers left.

As more and more people followed, the Wang family began to get bored. This kind of dirty and foul-smelling displaced people are behind them, and the wind is blowing and smelling for ten miles, which is really unbearable. However, they did not dare to make such a detrimental move to drive out the displaced, so the Wang family had to reduce the washing time and start to accelerate.

These things have nothing to do with Chen Rong.

Chen only has one of her masters. Every time she goes to dinner, she simply makes a slap, and eats something. When she sleeps, she doesn’t have to sleep in a large tent like the Wang family. Lying in the carriage.

The thing she is doing the most now is to ride a horse in a carriage and then change to riding, or simply walk.

Chen Rong is a martial artist with a good physique. He can follow the team for a few miles and not breathe.

"Dining, taking a break -"

In the sound of the horseshoe "哒哒", a knight screamed at the back of the team while rushing to the back of the team.

Chen Rong glanced at the bright red sun in the west and jumped off the horse.

At this moment, everyone began to get busy, **** the camp, and got the food.

Ping Yu saw Chen Rong coming, and put the tableware on the carriage, and said, "The girl, it seems to be said by you."

She said, while she was heading to the family of Wang, who was three hundred steps away.

At this time, it is the setting sun, and the golden sun shines on the still poplar trees. At this moment, the poplar trees are covered with thick plain satin, and the satin is covered with a few pieces. After the collapse, there are a few backs, which are the clothes and brilliance, all of them are beautiful, and the Wang family is like a fairy in the setting sun. .

But at this moment, these children who are graceful and graceful have frowned, and their faces are mixed and helpless. They glared at the food in front of them, but no one raised their chopsticks.

Because, three or four hundred steps behind them, they stood at hundreds of refugees. These **** took women and were ragged. They looked at the king's family with no eyes. Some children stared at the collapsed wine, and the dirty mouth was long.

Stared at such a gaze, the Wang family was as uncomfortable as swallowing a fly. A middle-aged man approached the parent Wang Zhuo and whispered, "Wang Gong, look?"

Wang Zhuo shook his head. He straightened his mouth into a piece of dog meat and said lowly: "It is a blind eye."

"Yes."

He has a certain strength, but the younger children are obviously worse. A fifteen-year-old girl picked up chopsticks and sipped a few times in a bowl filled with white rice with hatred. She said disgustedly: "Father, why can't you get rid of those people?"

A young boy replied: "It is easy to drive them away, but if the literati in the south know that we are dealing with the people, we will inevitably make irresponsible remarks."

Another teenager also said: "Quiet! These people who see us in the plains are all respectful and can't wait to kiss our toes, how can they be so daring at this time?"

This problem is obviously difficult to live with these drunken dreamers, who do not know what the word of hunger is. Everyone thought for a while, and a young girl called out, "Yes, this can be said to Chen Arong! Who is going to call her and ask what is going on?"

The voice of the girl just fell, and another girl’s voice was a little bit anxious. "I can’t, I think Chen Rong is just talking nonsense."

This woman's pointed chin has a long face and a pale face. It is the one who smiled over Chen Rong that day. When everyone looked at her, she knew that she could not pull her face. In the laughter, a round-faced girl smiled and said: "Seven sisters are afraid that Chen Rong is ridiculed to you?"

The beautiful girl with a sharp face heard this, a small face, just wanted to refute, and closed her mouth.

However, the people around her laughed and laughed, and no one ever mentioned Chen Rong.

In the carriage, Chen Rong put down the tableware after she was full. She told Ping Ping: "There are people who must sleep at the car for these nights. If you don't have to, don't walk around."

When she was flat, she looked at Chen Rong inexplicably. After a while, she said: "Yes." She, this girl, has been changing day by day since she had had a nightmare, she did not know. Unconsciously, she had a conviction.

Ping Wei put away the dishes and went down to the carriage. She had just got off the carriage and she heard the carriage in her carriage. The girl who was crying from her house was crying. "I used to admire them. It turned out to be some playthings of earth-carved wood." The voice is full of Disappointing.

The night is getting deeper.

Tonight, a bright moon hangs in the sky, and the brilliance of silver shines on the earth. Such a moonlight, such a night, the Wang family's children are exhausted and intoxicated in this poetic painting.

Chen Rong slowly approached the Wang family, who was in the hurricane.

In the moonlight, her graceful figure, coupled with the clear water of the eyes, has a kind of beauty that is difficult to draw. Unconsciously, several of the Wang family's children turned around and looked at her.

Wang Golang took the lead and screamed: "Arong, the moon is empty tomorrow, and the miles are clear. We are poetry. Come on."

When Wang Wulang’s voice fell, a young girl smiled and said: “Your brother, you are Chen Rong’s poem? Isn’t that what she wants to do?”

When the words came out, the laughter began.

A young boy looking at the beautiful and clear Chen Rong in the moonlight couldn’t help but say: "Arong is a beautiful woman. So a beautiful person, it is better to learn a poem."

The girl laughed again. "Pingcheng people know that Chen Arong likes a whip and is riding. She doesn't like these poems."

Whether it is a whip or riding, it is good for the northern Hu people. The scorn of the Central Plains to the Hu people, it is from the bones, the laughter of the girl, with the most obvious ridicule.

Chen Rong turned to stare at the girl, just a glance, she found the girl, it was the one who smiled and overslept that day.

Chen Rong smiled. She turned to everyone for a blessing, saying: "Chen Rong is a poem, I am afraid that this sudden moon." She said, she back.

Her words are so elegant, and Wang’s people have a glimpse of it. Listening to those laughter, Chen Rong’s mouth was pulled down, revealing a sneer: Originally, she came here to see the secrets of those who lived, the eyes were not good, and wanted to remind everyone. But now she doesn't want to say it. Anyway, there are a lot of guards in the ranks, and the emigrants are stronger, and they will not hurt the strength of the team. Let them teach her some lessons on her behalf.