Chapter 136

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The carriage of Chen Rong slowly drove away in the public attention.

When several carriages drove into the main street, no one took a look at it any more: the city was built, but the nobles were more like dogs, and the Royal relatives walked everywhere.

Chen Rong opens the curtain and looks at the bustling Jiankang city. She hasn't been on the street these days. She knew that she was not good-looking and was easy to provoke those dissolute nobles. Therefore, even if the heart of the city is curious, she has been patient.

However, she should not be afraid of it later. When she joined our family and put on the name of her family, she was not easy to move.

In the street, girls' laughter and singing came from time to time. In the rich fragrance, one by one, the women with wide sleeves and small waist ran past the carriage.

Looking around Chen Rong, the carriage slowly drove into Chen Fu.

Zhumen mansion, with its deep lane and ancient simplicity, is full of the mystery of a thousand changes, which is the impression of her family. Looking around, it seems that every leaf and grass here has been meticulously decorated and has a certain charm.

But now Chen Rong has no feelings for these. She drew down the curtain of the carriage in a state of desperation, and let the curtain of the carriage, which was drifting in the wind, block her face.

I don't know for a long time, a maid gently called, and then the curtain was pulled open.

With a smile on his face, he was supported by his maid and walked out of the carriage.

Just as she smiled and walked on the wooden shoes, the light green robe drifted with the wind, and the Pearl glistened in the black satin bun, people's eyes stagnated.

In a twinkling of an eye, people looked away.

There are so many beauties in Jiankang city. Although Chen Rong is such a gorgeous girl, she has a calmness and indifference which is not consistent with her identity. Although there is a kind of indescribable loneliness in her indescribable color, it can only make people's eyes stagnant.

Then Chen Rong, the middle-aged man from Chenrong, Chen Zifang, the fourth uncle of Jiankang Chenshi, saw Chen Rong go down. He smiled and pointed to the huge courtyard in front of him, which was built up by 18 or 9 houses. He said, "ah Rong, this is your courtyard. Let's see what else we need to add. Let's make up for it."

Speaking of this, he looked down and stood in front of him in the corridor. Several pretty girls and teenagers said, "this is your girl. From today on, she is the main one."

Eight young girls bow to salute together and say, "yes."

They surrounded themselves with faces.

Chen Zifang laughed again. He said kindly to Chen Rong, "ah Rong."

Chen Rong, a blessing, bowed his head and said, "yes."

Chen Zifang said, "from then on, this is your home. Remember, you are Chen's a Rong. "

This tone is a little serious, Chen Rong hurriedly replied: "a Rong knows."

Chen Zifang smiled and left with a big step. As soon as he left, those scattered around, looking curiously at here, also took back one by one. In a flash, the courtyard was clear.

Eight years of young girls, out of a twenty-year-old, melon face, eyebrow has a beauty mole of maidservant, she reached out to hold Chen Rong, while walking forward, while using Jiankang people's unique Wunong soft language said: "the girl but in doubt?" She covered her mouth and laughed clearly, "I don't know what the girl is doing. Now you are in the room where Chen Gong of Nanyang Chen family hustles. All things have to be talked about by Chen Gong. "

This time I came to my home, except for the one who welcomed me, the other elders were missing. Chen Rongyuan thought that she would meet several elders anyway. Now listen to the explanation of this maid, she understand the reason.

However, the maid was so clever that she didn't say anything. She knew everything?

Chen Rong just thought of this place. The maid smiled again and said crisply, "I don't know about the girl. We need to learn from time to time how to observe the face." She explained with a smile: "in Jiankang, Zhu men, a family like my Chen family, not only arranged special training for the first-class maids, but also for Kabuki, walking, management and escort, all of whom had long-term training."..... Otherwise, how can I say that Chen family is a centennial family of Gongqing? "

Chen Rong nodded. She used to be interested in these things. Now she just wants to make a peaceful life and doesn't care about nodding.

However, it was her unconcerned attitude that all the maids and servants saw in their eyes and thought to themselves: I heard that the girl was born in a humble family, but now it seems that she was a bit of everyone's spirit and calm demeanor.

The courtyard arranged for Chen Rong is located on the west side of Chen Fu. There is a side door next to the courtyard. It is a street to walk out of the side door.

The whole courtyard is extremely elegant, even in this kind of elegant, there is a kind of simplicity.

When Chen Rong looked at her, the servant girl with the face of melon seeds smiled again. "In this world, the one who dazzles the rich on the street like Shi Chong and makes the courtyard red and green is the inferior upstart copper smelling family, the first-class family. Everything is mainly comfortable. The way of heaven and earth is just idealistic."This truth, experienced twice from life to death, from death to life, is also understood, she nodded, said: "the way of heaven and earth, just idealism, this is really good."

At this time, Chen Rong has stepped into his room.

Her room, very spacious, and the decoration is very simple, a bed collapsed a few curtains, no extra furniture.

Once again, there are four layers of gauze curtains floating on the walnut floor. The bed behind the gauze curtain collapses and the curtain is bright and light. Look carefully, the inlays on the curtain are actually made of the South China Sea pearls with superior color after being broken and inlaid. At a glance, it looks like stars, which are countless.

Again, there are fifty or sixty pearls on the top of the bed curtain...... No matter the color, roundness and size of the Pearl, it is no different from what she wears in her bun!

In the whole room, there is a relaxing fragrance. Ran min, who Chen Rong married in his last life, has mixed well, but his residence has never been such a low-key luxury that is unique to his extremely rich and expensive family.

Since Chen Rong fell behind in the hospital, the maids have been paying attention to her performance. Now I can see her calm and indifferent expression, as if she had lived in such a place for more than ten years, just like the best pearls on the top of the bed, just stones...... All the maids were very satisfied with this performance, and thought to themselves, "no wonder she is a commoner girl who can be recommended by the famous people in Nanyang city. It's the Wang surname of Langya, who can't praise her very much. It turned out that she was really an elegant woman.

It's not common to see your majesty and ask for a reward for a girl. Once the reward is granted successfully, she represents the face of Chen's family. She can be cunning, but not calm, ruthless, but not without insight, even ingratitude, also can not be without this calm elegance, see the aristocratic temperament of habitual glory.

In this high demand, such as Langya Wang's crown family, even the prince and Princess of Sima royal family don't look at it. In fact, the education and family rules of Sima royal family are far inferior to those of these families.

After being satisfied, all the maids left one by one.

Chen Rong was sitting in the room that just belonged to her, looking down at the seven string instrument that had just moved in.

When pingru saw that the door was taken, she breathed out a long breath. She went behind Chenrong and murmured: "girl, somehow, the old slave didn't dare to breathe just now."

Chen Rong didn't lift his eyes either. He replied lightly, "you don't ask for anything, do you need it?"

Ping Nu was stunned, thought about it, and smiled, "yes, I don't ask for anything, girl. I'll breathe when I see them again."

Chen Rong chuckles.

It's evening.

On the way, Chen Rong and others have spent the Spring Festival, which is just a few days after the beginning of spring, and still feel cold in a little soft wind.

Chen Rong looks at the sun setting in the west, pulls out his hands, and the piano sounds leisurely.

The sound of the zither is leisurely, soothing, and there is the usual luxuriance. Besides, there is the tranquility that she has never found. It is a kind of tranquility that makes her feel happy when she finds the mountain so spectacular and the water so quiet. It's just that this kind of peace, coupled with the urgency, makes people feel that she is too urgent for this kind of peace.

Slowly, the music stops.

Almost when the sound stopped, the slap came from behind her. At the same time, Huan Jiulang said with a sharp smile, "OK, OK. Every time I listen to a Rong's piano, it's different from the last time. "

At this point, his voice was low, and he said in a strange way, "but I don't know who's doing this?"

It's a strange tone.

Chen looks frown, involuntarily, she stroked Qin's index finger to become stiff.

Slowly, there was a smile on her face.

Chen Rong got up, half turned his head, slightly raised his eyebrows, and called out, "how are you?"

Without looking up, she could also see that among the children in elegant clothes, there was a figure that made her unforgettable and didn't want to see again.

Therefore, after her blessing, Chen Rong smiled and said leisurely, "when the sun is low, the night is coming, and it's cold and windy. Please come back."

She is actually directly under the order!

When the teenagers were stunned, Huan Jiulang took the lead in laughing. Without waiting for the reaction from the crowd, he pushed one by one and shouted, "yes, yes, let's go back, let's go back." While pushing him, he laughed. In a flash, the footsteps of "dada" disappeared outside the arch door.

However, Chen Rong did not want to see the only one who was not pulled up by Huan Jiulang.

Now, Chen Rong smiled bitterly.

Footsteps.

The beautiful young man in white came to her.

He didn't stop until he was only three steps away from her. He looked down at her. He sighed softly and called out softly: "ah Rong, don't laugh like this, don't talk like this...... This is not you. "As soon as this words, Chen Rong almost lost his smile.

She raised her head slowly.

In the evening sun, her gorgeous and charming face is red in the white, and her dark eyes are deep in the dark.

She looked at him askew and smiled for a while. "Qilang, long time no see."

Yeah, it's been a long time. It's like a century. She's used to being so far away......

Wang Hong looked at the charming and moving, showing a cold look, slowly, showing a wry smile.

He reached out his hand and stroked his lips.

His movements are slow, graceful and natural.

Just when the index finger was not too far from her lips, Chen Rongmei said softly with a smile on her face: "please respect yourself."

The voice is very light, the voice is very light, but it shows a kind of resolution from the bone.

Wang Hong didn't seem to hear it.

His index finger, gently pressed on the lips of the face that had not been avoided.

Wang Hong's fingers were very cold. He gently stroked her lips. His eyes were still staring at her eyes. For a while, the corners of his lips were hooked, and he said low: "My ah Rong...... Ah! " The voice is low and dumb, showing the feeling of lingering helplessness.

Chen Rong eyebrows a pick: his a Rong?

In a twinkling, Chen Rong smiled charming. Her eyes looked at Wang Hong like water. It was like a smile. When her lips opened, she gently held his index finger on his lips.

When she did this, Wang Hong suddenly froze.

Chen Rong stares at Wang Hong, who is frozen. Slowly, the tip of her tongue licks his fingertip.

This lick made Wang Hong shiver for a while. Almost at the same time, his eyes were clear as water.

When he was looking at Chen Rong with joy and concentration, Chen Rong spits out his index finger, and his green and tender fingers stroke his throat.

In the warm and greasy touch, suddenly, a sharp object touched his Adam's apple. This sharp object is her gold hairpin. Once Chen Rong's wrist sinks, the gold hairpin will stab into his flesh.

All of a sudden, Wang Honggang was hooked by her. She was very happy. In a twinkling of an eye, it was a sharp weapon to add to her body and a golden hairpin to lock her throat!

When Wang Hong was forced to hold his head up, Chen Rong's charming smile stopped. She looked at him and said quietly, "Qilang has passed.". Since you can't afford what I want, I don't care about what you give. Why don't you swing your sleeves and leave me alone? "

She came close to him, and the fragrance between her lips and teeth rushed into his ear hole. In Wang Hong's straight and clear eyes, she said in a low and continuous way, "Qilang, haunted by death, is not the family style of Langya Wang!" Her soft lips would stick to his ears, and her words would penetrate into his ears.

After the success of Wang Hong's eyes darkened, Chen Rong swished back the gold hairpin, turned his head and walked to the room without hesitation. Kam Kam stepped into the door, Chen Rong's cheers resounding out, "come, send your guests!"

And when he cried twice, no half of the servants and maidservants stood up.

Chen Rong stood in front of the door, his voice mentioned again and shouted, "come!"

Her voice was a little angry. As soon as Huan Jiulang left, she noticed that all the servants and maids in the courtyard were gone. I just didn't expect that she was shouting so loudly, but those people still pretended not to hear.

However, although her voice was raised, the courtyard was still quiet.

Chen Rong is annoyed. She snorts, swings wide sleeves and strides into the room. In a twinkling of an eye, she slams the door.

Looking at the shaking door, Wang Hong, standing in the courtyard, slowly reached over the blood spot on his throat, stroked it, and he smiled bitterly. (to be continued, please log in www.qidian.com , more chapters, support authors, support legitimate reading! )