Mei Gongqing

The West Courtyard is located between the main courtyard and the backyard. The courtyard is full of trees and rockery, and the layout is so delicate.

When the two prostitutes took Chen Rong down to the carriage, a small building between them occasionally extended a head. Those are young girls who are young and beautiful. When they see Chen Rong, their eyes are brushed with a sympathy.

After a while, the three people came to a small building, and the two prostitutes gave her a blessing. "Girl, here is your place, and I will also give you a call."

Chen Rongtou did not lift, said faintly: "Go to a Chen House, bring my clothes and servants."

The young prostitute heard a word and said, "No, I have prepared everything for the girl."

She turned and took out a skirt from the room and said with a smile: "The girl is all the way, and put on a new dress."

Chen Rong’s eyes lifted.

Just a glance, her mouth was slammed, and the swan's hand was wearing a skirt, and the geese were set with faint purple. Whether it was style or color, it was very similar to the one she had set for her.

Seeing that Chen Rong lived, the young prostitute smirked and said, "There is still here."

She led Chen Rong to the side hall and pointed to three wooden boxes. These wooden boxes were full of piles, and they all turned out to be new clothes. Moreover, each piece is not in the goose yellow with a pale purple, it is light yellow, and the deep yellow is set with pale purple. The whole three boxes are actually the uniforms of the general style and color.

Chen Rong’s face was stiff and he asked for a long while: "This, when was this made?"

The young prostitutes smiled very happily. "It has been some time. The girls are relieved that these new clothes are made by your body. These colors are also suitable for girls."

Her chin was slightly lifted and said in an advisory tone: "Don't say Nanyang City, it is Jiankang. There are not as many rich as my family's prince."

Chen Rong blinked and smiled.

At this time, her heartbeat was anxious and chaotic. She always knew that Nanyang Wang was interested in herself, but never expected that his interest in himself was so great! It must be that after he saw himself that night, it made people start making these costumes!

Three boxes, can you say that he really swears to himself?

Thinking about it, Chen Rong couldn't laugh anymore. Her beautiful little face was green and white, and the small hand in the long sleeve was even more stinging.

The two sisters seemed to know that she was struggling, and they all bowed their heads, did not speak, and did not act.

After a while, Chen Rong finally recovered her calmness. She said softly: "Put it up."

"Yes."

Two of them put the box together, and Chen Rong ordered: "Put this piece too." She said that the young prostitute was in her hand.

The niece smiled, and she respectfully asked, "What does the girl wear?"

Chen Rong calmed his face. "You go back to my house to get it."

'哧——' The young prostitute couldn’t help but laugh. She stared at Chen Rong and said with a good voice: "The girl has forgotten, the slave just said, the girl wants to wear clothes. Here is what the girl wants to call. People and slaves are here. As for returning to Chen’s house, don’t mention it later.”

"after?"

Chen Rong was also a cold smile. She lifted her chin and said slowly: "Your prince, are you still planning to imprison me in the palace?"

When she said this, her eyes were sharp, and almost suddenly, the whole person’s temperament changed and became terrible.

The young prostitute was shocked. She couldn't help but step back and step down and said, "Why should the girl be mad at us? As long as the prince promises, the girl can leave at any time."

Chen Rong regained his gaze.

As early as when she came to the government, she knew that there would be this result. When I saw Nanyang Wang, she saw the two scholars. It was obvious that Nanyang Wang Ma’s head was a vision. There was no arrogance and personality that the scholar-offician had. He knew that it was useless, and he did not say that he left.

She took a deep breath and said to herself that she should calm down and walk to the room: at least, I should be safe tonight. No, it should be said that these two days will be safe.

Looking at the back of Chen Rong, after a moment, the young prostitute, '呸-', sighed and said with a hateful voice: "I have never seen such a girl! Still a famous prostitute, thinking that he can still be like a husband, what kind of style is not enough?"

The older niece shook her head and did not speak.

Chen Rong pressed the anger, took a shower at the fastest speed, and put it in the courtyard of the goose yellow provided by Nanyang Wang with a pale purple dress.

At this moment, it is the setting sun, the Hua Deng is at the beginning. In front of her, there is a beautifully crafted lyre. Looking at the piano, Chen Rong knows that it is worth a lot. It seems that the mind that Nanyang Wang spent on himself is quite a lot.

She lowered her head and stared at the piano for a long while, and suddenly called: "Get some bamboo and yarn, candles, I want to do some light."

The older prostitute said: "Yes."

After she took a few steps, the young prostitute called out, "Give her more. This night, don't let the beauty be too lonely." The voice was mocked.

Chen Rongtou did not lift.

After a while, she had a stall in front of her.

Chen Rong came down and took the lantern light and began to tie the cut bamboo.

She is very slow and very focused.

The two scorpions first stared at her for a while, and when she saw that she had been clumsy for more than half of the time, she had not gotten one.

As soon as they left, Chen Rong’s movements were quick.

After a while, Chen Rong made a three-hole lamp. It’s just that her lamp is very strange. On each yarn surface, a simple face is drawn with a brush.

This is a man's face. The young prostitute walked behind her, staring at her head and suddenly said, "Who is this?"

Chen Rong did not pay attention.

She painted this face on both sides. On the other two sides, she used the Hu family, the symbol that everyone in Shi’s like to use, and wrapped a few words like a flower, "Wang Hong, Arong."

After finishing it, she lit the small candle in the lamp. As the hand was loose, the simple and bright hole lamp was started to rise. In the twinkling of an eye, it flew over the house.

The young prostitute, like her, looked up at the three kongming lights and flew into the sky. When she saw Chen Rong starting to work on the lantern, she could not help but curiously ask, "Is that your favorite person? Are you making a wish to keep with him?" When she said the last sentence, her voice was low, with a tone in her voice. Wipe sympathy.