Mei Gongqing

Chen Rong’s steps seem to be leisurely and actually go very fast. When Pingyi monk chased it out, she had already arrived at the main courtyard.

Here people come and go, the traffic is very busy. Where does the monk monk scream? They can only speed up their pace and want to secretly discourage Chen Rong.

At this moment, the banquet has been held for two hours, and the bright moon of the sky has been hung up, the night wind is blowing, and the cold wind hits people. If you want to come again for half an hour, you can have a feast.

Chen Rong lowered her head. When she came out, she made some powder on her face, making her face pale. The whole person is slightly reduced in color, and there is another beautiful and moving posture.

Chen Rong came outside the main courtyard. When I saw Pingyi and the two of them approached, they did not return and ordered: "Put me up."

"Girl!"

"Go!"

"But the girl -"

Hearing behind them, they did not give up. Chen Rong sighed and couldn't help but explain: "Hey, hey, I heard about it in my uncle today, and the family wants to give me to Nanyang Wang."

When she said this, the two men pressed their mouths at the same time and made a low cry.

Fortunately, the place where the three people stand is under the shadow of the tree and will not attract too much attention.

Chen Rong smiled bitterly: "I want to come to you, I heard that Nanyang Wang’s backyard has hundreds of beautiful people, and he is still making up every day! In his courtyard, my life is over." She sighed One voice, said: "Retire, everything I have."

"Yes, but."

"Don't say it again, you think about it, have I made the wrong decision in these few months?"

This is quite reasonable. The two looked at each other and stepped back.

After a while, Hiratsuka moved to a tree and placed it under the big tree.

Chen Rong looked up and stared at the brightly lit hall. There was a burst of laughter and singing and dancing. The people there were all gods and gods, and they seemed to have no troubles. Forever, it will not be as troublesome as her.

Chen Rong dropped his eyes and slowly sat down.

Then she lifted her hands slightly.

Then, a serial stream of water, the sound of the piano, mixed in the autumn wind, rising.

The sound of the piano is faint, just like the spring, the lightness comes, and it is lightly rolled away. Apart from leaving an itching in the heart of the human heart, there is no news.

Gradually, the sound of the piano turned into a long, flying in the sky between the clouds, over the layers of white clouds, across the vast sea of ​​sangtian, suddenly, a figure into its eyes, since then, the soul is not, this life is old...

Chen Rong played, it was the same time that Sima Xiangrui picked Zhuo Wenjun’s "Feng Qiu Huang", but because of the different experience, she added seven points to the sound of the piano, adding three separate rivers. Looking at each other, there is no panic when there is no match.

Such awkwardness and panic, to the spring of the love of the song, the birth of three separate cockroaches, three hate, three points of sludge on the white clouds to look up.

Just as Chen Rong’s sound came out, the hall was still in the middle of the hall. Gradually, the sound of the cymbals slowly infiltrated into the sly smile, slowly becoming the main melody.

Slowly, one or two people came out and they looked at the sound of the piano.

Slowly, more and more people walked out of the hall, and the low sneer and pointing voice began to lie in the sound of the piano.

All of this, Chen Rong did not feel.

She just lowered her head intently, and she swayed on the strings with a spring breeze. In the silver light that blew out of the ground, her delicate face was slightly pale, and this pale, in a tender yellow and purple, reflected a few points of youthful love.

Under the moonlight, the leaves are sluggish, and her beautiful little face is also half-baked.

Chen Wei’s eyes widened, and the man who was humming the piano under the tree was stunned. She was laughing like a girl who was next to her.

"God, isn't this Aki Hiramoto? How did she play this "Feng Qiu Huang"?"

"Oh, it’s really fun."

"I don't know who she is playing for?"

"Also, I don't know which Lang Jun she is in?"

"No matter which Lang Jun, in her capacity, she can only be so embarrassed."

In the sound of laughter, in the snoring, the voice of discussion, replacing all the music, singing and dancing.

More and more people are standing in the courtyard, more and more young children are coming out and looking at the shadows played under the tree.

Unconsciously, the laughter has become smaller and smaller.

Maybe, is this person playing too lonely? It is a kind of loneliness that can never be loved. It is a kind of everlasting form, only dare to hide in the far corner, and look at the loneliness of the sweetheart.

In this world, what kind of pain is there, better than thirst, but not close?

Listening to the louder buzzing outside, the obese and bloated Nanyang Wang turned his head and curiously asked, "What happened?"

A 50-year-old aide walked over to his side and smiled. "It’s a beautiful little girl from Chen’s family. I don’t know which one is in the middle of it. I’m playing Feng Feng and phoenix.”

Nanyang Wang smiled and said: "Is this happening? This is a beautiful thing! Let's go, let's go."

He turned his head and shouted, "Seven Lang, go together." He screamed, and he laughed. "The original Qilang had already gone."

The curtain smiled and said: "That is, Qilang is a young boy. When you encounter such an elegant event, how can you not be curious?"

"Hugh and say, go see."

"Yes Yes."

Under the support of the aides, Nanyang Wang slowly took out the eight-step step. In the crowds' refuge, he came to Wang Hong and saw him in the courtyard. Nanyang Wang haha, said: "What kind of beauty, let Qilang also look crazy?"

After all, he turned his head and looked at the sound of the piano.

This hope, Nanyang Wang stayed, he did not blink at the moment, staring at Chen Rong, asked the aides who supported him: "This girl is a beautiful girl, is Chen's little aunt?"

The curtain is lean and lean, in his fifties, he is also a hungry ghost, and he understands his mind. He heard that he had crossed his head and whispered: "She is not only Chen’s younger sister, but the little aunt who Wang Qilang asked when she was in the middle of the room!"

"really?"

"Don't dare to deceive the prince."

"Okay, good." Nanyang Wang laughed and turned his head and looked at Chen Ronglai seriously. The more he looked, the more his eyes were brighter.

At that time, the three moles stroking the lower jaw had to smile: "This little aunt is more than a three-pointer than the song in the banquet. The prince has a blessing."

He once again approached Nanyang Wang and whispered: "In the banquet, Chen Yuan mentioned this young aunt to his subordinates. He also said that if the prince is interested, he can send people at any time."

This is what Nanyang Wang loves to listen to. Now he is making a heavy shot on his own thigh. He said, "Yes, yes, Chen Yuan is good!"