Chapter 32

There are still two pink tickets left. With these two tickets, you will be on the PK list and ask for tickets.

Yuan

Chen Rong's steps seem to be leisurely, but in fact, they go very fast. When Ping Nu and the monk and the old man came out, she had come to the main courtyard.

People come and go here. Where dare you shout, monk and old man? They can only speed up their steps and try to dissuade Chen Rong secretly.

At this time, the banquet has been held for two hours, the bright moon in the sky has been hung in the hollow, the night wind blows, and the cold is striking. If you want to come for another half an hour, you can have a party.

Chen Rong lowered her head. When she came out, she put some powder on her face to make her face a little pale. The whole person's color is slightly reduced, and he has a charming appearance.

Chen Rong comes to the main courtyard. See flat if two people are close, the head also does not return to order way: "prepare me a collapse."

"Girl!"

"Go!"

"But the girl --"

hears the advice from the two people behind her. Chen Rong sighed and explained: "if you, old man, I heard it from my uncle today. The family wants to give me to Nanyang king as a concubine."

As soon as she said this, they both held their mouths together and gave a low cry.

Fortunately, the place where the three people stand is under the shadow of trees, which won't attract much attention.

Chen Rong said with a wry smile, "I think you've heard that there are hundreds of beauties in Nanyang King's backyard. Besides, he still makes up every day! Entering his courtyard, my life is over. " With a long sigh, she said, "step back. I have my own opinion."

"Yes, but."

"Don't say it again. Think about it. How have I made the wrong decision in these months?"

This is true. They look at each other and back away.

In a short time, Ping Nu moved to a collapsed table and placed it under the big tree.

Chen Rong raised his head and looked at the brightly lit hall. There were lots of laughs and dances in it. All the people in it were fairies, seemingly never bothered. Never, will not be the same as her troubles.

Chen Rong lowered her eyes and sat down on the floor.

Then she raised her hands slightly.

Then, a string of flowing music, mixed in the wisps of autumn wind, rises slowly.

The sound of the zither is quiet, just like the sorrow of spring. It comes and goes gently. There is no news except a little itch left in the heart field.

Gradually, the sound of the piano turned to be long. It flew in the sky, over layers of clouds, over the vicissitudes of life. Suddenly, a figure came into its eyes. Since then, the spirit has no dependence. At the end of this life, the heart is old......

Chen Rong's performance was Sima Xiangru's love for Zhuo Wenjun's "Phoenix courtship", but because of the different experiences, she added seven points of hopeless melancholy, added three separate rivers to look at each other, and never had the panic of wings.

Such melancholy and panic, to this spring love song, born with three separate sorrow, three separate hate, three parts of the sludge to look up to the white clouds.

When Chen Rong's piano sound came out, the noise in the hall was still, gradually, the strings of piano sound gradually penetrated into the noise and laughter, and gradually became the main melody.

Slowly, a couple of people came out, and they followed the piano reputation.

Slowly, more and more people came out of the hall, and the low laughter and the sound of pointing began to blend in the music.

All this, Chen Rong did not feel.

She just lowered her head attentively, stroked her hands on the strings, and was worried about spring between her eyebrows and eyes. In the silver light of the whole place, her small face with delicate and clear eyes looks a little pale, and this kind of pale, in a pale yellow and purple, reflects the feeling of youth.

In the moonlight, the leaves are depressed, and her beautiful face is half bright and half dark.

Chen Wei stared at the man playing the piano under the tree with big eyes and couldn't believe it. Like the girls around her, she was laughing.

"My God, isn't this Pingcheng Arong? Why did she play "the Phoenix seeks her mate"

"Hee hee, it's really fun."

"For whom does she play?"

"Yes, I don't know who is the right man for her?"

"No matter who you are, in her capacity, you can only express your feelings in such a melancholy way."

In the laughter, in the noise, in the discussion, all the Sheng music, song and dance have been replaced.

More and more people stood in the courtyard, more and more young children came out, looking at the lonely shadow playing under the tree.

Unconsciously, the laughter is getting smaller and smaller.

Maybe it's because the player is too lonely? It is a kind of loneliness that can never be loved. It is a kind of loneliness that can only be seen in a shadow forever, only dare to hide in a far corner and look at the sweetheart.

In this world, what kind of pain is better than thirsty but not available, thinking but not close?

Listening to the increasing noise outside, the fat and swollen Nanyang king turned around and asked curiously, "what's the matter?"A staff member in his fifties came to his side and said with a smile, "it's a pretty little sister-in-law of Chen family. I don't know which young man I've met, but she's playing a phoenix courtship."

Nanyang Wang ha smiled and said: "what happened? This is a beautiful thing! Let's take a look. " He turned around and called out, "Qilang, let's go together." Just called, he dry smile, "original seven Lang already went."

The assistant said with a smile, "that's Qilang. He's a very elegant young man. How could he not be curious about this elegant and gorgeous thing?"

"No more. Go and have a look."

"Yes, yes."

With the support of his staff, Nanyang Wang walked out slowly with eight steps. In the crowd's evasion, he came to Wang Hong's back, and saw him also staring at the courtyard. Nanyang Wang haha was happy and said, "what kind of beauty is it that made Qilang look crazy?"

After that, he turned his head and followed the reputation of Qin.

At this point, Nanyang Wang was stunned. He did not immediately stare at Chen Rong. He asked his assistant, "this girl is gorgeous. She is Chen's sister-in-law?"

The staff was thin and thin. They were in their fifties, hungry in color. They understood his mind. Hearing this, he leaned over and said in a low voice, "she is not only Chen's sister-in-law, but also the one Wang Qilang asked at the table just now!"

"Really?"

"I dare not deceive the Lord."

"Good, good." Nanyang Wang laughs, turns around and looks at Chen Ronglai seriously. The more he looked, the brighter his eyes were.

Seeing this, the assistant stroked the three wisps of mouse whiskers and said with a smile, "this little girl is still three points better than the Kabuki in the banquet just now. My Lord has a good fortune." He approached Nanyang Wang again and said in a low voice, "just now at the banquet, Chen Yuan mentioned this little girl to his subordinates. He also said that if the Lord likes it, he can send people at any time. "

Nanyang Wang loves to hear this. Now he slaps himself on the thigh and says, "yes, yes, Chen Yuan is good!"