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Hearing the word, Wang Xuan was petrified.
His face is a little blue. Staring at his younger sister, he pressed his lips tightly, and said earnestly, "yun'er, the eldest brother is the eldest husband."
After spitting out these words, he put the child into Chen Rong's arms with a straight face.
This time, the child did not struggle. She quietly fell in her mother's arms and looked at the elder brother askew.
In the movement of the carriage, she flattened her mouth, then her head went down.
Feel the breath that daughter pastes in neck nest a bit stuffy, Chen tolerates to smile a way: "Yun son is not happy?"
The child tightly clenched her skirt, but did not answer.
Chen Rong reaches for her chin and looks into her daughter's face.
As soon as I saw it, the child slapped off her hand and continued to stick it honestly in her neck socket.
After a while, the baby cried out with milk: "big brother."
See this angry child unexpectedly open mouth, Chen Rong and Wang Xuan are surprised, Wang Xuan low smile way: "don't annoy big brother?"
The child 'en' a, way: "Yun son stands tall and upright, don't be angry with the beauty!"
As soon as the voice fell, Wang Xuan's beautiful face was painted with subway blue and iron, while the twins outside listened to each other and laughed loudly.
The laughter was so loud that there was a sound between heaven and earth.
At this time, it was the intersection of the three official roads that attracted passers-by to look back frequently.
Fifty steps away, a man in a bamboo hat glanced at the rest Pavilion.
This is a glance, he is a Zheng.
Staring at the slowly coming team logo, his low dumb magnetic voice came slowly, "Langya Wang Hong?" The voice is complex and inexplicable.
Standing behind him, a thin young man dressed as a scholar took a close look at the motorcade and whispered, "it's Langya Wang Hong. I heard that Wang is unstable, so I invited him down the mountain."
Speaking of this, the literati said with a smile: "the Lord galloped, just afraid that he did not pay attention to these little celebrities of Jin people." In the voice, there is an ineffable pride.
The man under the bamboo hat didn't seem to hear him. He quietly looked at the approaching carriage. He asked in a low and hoarse way, "Wang Hong has gone down the mountain? His wife and children? "
"Follow me down the mountain." "The scribe said:" his woman said that she was a humble person, but the world said that she was generous and brave, and had a husband
Seeing that the man seemed to listen carefully, the scribe said: "Wang Hong is the first of the famous people in Jin Dynasty. It's said that his son is extraordinary. "
"Son?" The voice of the scribe was more hoarse, and he repeated in a low voice, "her son?"
Looking at the approaching carriage, the man suddenly fell down and jumped onto the horse.
When he moved, a dozen men in the pavilion stood up at the same time.
The man didn't return, just said lightly, "you stay here."
Then he galloped out.
Seeing that he was running straight towards Wang Hong's motorcade in Langya, the scribe exclaimed, "no, Lord!" When he said that, he turned over and went with him.
As he said, the man drove his horse to the roadside, but he didn't know what to think of. He stopped.
Side head, he motionless pestle there, as if there is a thousand years of solitude.
He didn't turn back until the team passed.
So slightly sideways, he kept his eyes fixed on the middle of the team.
In the middle, there are some fancy carriages. Beside the carriage, Wang Hong in white clothes and two handsome twins, who were even more than his, rode with him and talked and laughed.
As for the carriage around them, there was a beautiful young man sitting there. The young man was leaning on a woman's shoulder, with a strong dependence in his stubborn expression.
In the woman's hand, there was a beautiful little boy in her arms.
The man lifted the bamboo hat gently and looked at the woman.
Seventeen years.
It's been seventeen years.
She is still so gorgeous, as if the most blooming rose. Towards the sun, towards the spring, unbridled to show her beauty and beauty.
Different from before, her face is no longer green and astringent. She is very familiar.
Her face was peaceful, and her eyes, which were always waving, were not sharp.
On her face, in her eyes, only peace, only serenity, only a kind of pet cat can be lazy.
It seems that she has not seen the dark for many years, she has forgotten her claws, and she no longer has her sharpness.
It seems that she only remembers to stretch her beauty and freedom towards the sun. It seems that she once lived a life like this even though she died. All she has left in her life is sunshine and happiness.
Looking at it, the man found that his eyes were a little astringent.
It's a strange thing, how many years? He thought that he would not have tears, there will be no vulgar feelings.He was meant to ride.
But at such a glance, he suddenly didn't want to pass.
How can this woman be so comfortable and beautiful? All over the world, chaos, fighting, pain and death are the main themes of the world. Failure and sorrow fill the whole earth. How many Han people lined up, dressed in a whole bunch of land into the river to commit suicide.
How can all this suffering and pain be no longer related to her?
How could she live so well? Does she have the only pure land in the world?
Thinking about it, the man couldn't help looking at Wang Hong.
Seventeen years later, the handsome young man of the past is still handsome, but he has matured a lot.
Looking at him, the man slowly lowered his head.
Then he stood by the road like this, where no one could see him. The man gave Wang Hong a little gift and said in a low voice that he could only hear: "you have great talent, but you don't see it But I still want to respect you. You have protected this woman and given her a pure land. "
In this world, how much happiness and love do you have to enjoy to be a peaceful and lazy woman?
This world, can let a sharp and ruthless woman, put up her claws and whip, stand behind her to protect the wind and rain for her, that is a tough and short man?
At this time, Wang Hong, who was driving the horse forward, seemed to feel something. He turned his head slowly.
At the moment when he turned his head, the man pushed down the bamboo hat and rode away.
All he saw was the back of the man.
This figure is so familiar and so strange. It has a kind of bloodiness from fighting among thousands of troops, and a kind of majesty high above the world.
Looking at it, Wang Hong frowned. At this time, Chen Rong's gentle and curious voice came, "Qilang, what are you looking at?"
Wang Hong turned around.
With a smile on his lips, he said softly, "it's OK." (to be continued. If you like this work, welcome to the starting point（ qidian.com ）Vote for recommended tickets, monthly tickets, your support, is my biggest motivation. )
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Hearing the word, Wang Xuan was petrified.
His face is a little blue. Staring at his younger sister, he pressed his lips tightly, and said earnestly, "yun'er, the eldest brother is the eldest husband."
After spitting out these words, he put the child into Chen Rong's arms with a straight face.
This time, the child did not struggle. She quietly fell in her mother's arms and looked at the elder brother askew.
In the movement of the carriage, she flattened her mouth, then her head went down.
Feel the breath that daughter pastes in neck nest a bit stuffy, Chen tolerates to smile a way: "Yun son is not happy?"
The child tightly clenched her skirt, but did not answer.
Chen Rong reaches for her chin and looks into her daughter's face.
As soon as I saw it, the child slapped off her hand and continued to stick it honestly in her neck socket.
After a while, the baby cried out with milk: "big brother."
See this angry child unexpectedly open mouth, Chen Rong and Wang Xuan are surprised, Wang Xuan low smile way: "don't annoy big brother?"
The child 'en' a, way: "Yun son stands tall and upright, don't be angry with the beauty!"
As soon as the voice fell, Wang Xuan's beautiful face was painted with subway blue and iron, while the twins outside listened to each other and laughed loudly.
The laughter was so loud that there was a sound between heaven and earth.
At this time, it was the intersection of the three official roads that attracted passers-by to look back frequently.
Fifty steps away, a man in a bamboo hat glanced at the rest Pavilion.
This is a glance, he is a Zheng.
Staring at the slowly coming team logo, his low dumb magnetic voice came slowly, "Langya Wang Hong?" The voice is complex and inexplicable.
Standing behind him, a thin young man dressed as a scholar took a close look at the motorcade and whispered, "it's Langya Wang Hong. I heard that Wang is unstable, so I invited him down the mountain."
Speaking of this, the literati said with a smile: "the Lord galloped, just afraid that he did not pay attention to these little celebrities of Jin people." In the voice, there is an ineffable pride.
The man under the bamboo hat didn't seem to hear him. He quietly looked at the approaching carriage. He asked in a low and hoarse way, "Wang Hong has gone down the mountain? His wife and children? "
"Follow me down the mountain." "The scribe said:" his woman said that she was a humble person, but the world said that she was generous and brave, and had a husband
Seeing that the man seemed to listen carefully, the scribe said: "Wang Hong is the first of the famous people in Jin Dynasty. It's said that his son is extraordinary. "
"Son?" The voice of the scribe was more hoarse, and he repeated in a low voice, "her son?"
Looking at the approaching carriage, the man suddenly fell down and jumped onto the horse.
When he moved, a dozen men in the pavilion stood up at the same time.
The man didn't return, just said lightly, "you stay here."
Then he galloped out.
Seeing that he was running straight towards Wang Hong's motorcade in Langya, the scribe exclaimed, "no, Lord!" When he said that, he turned over and went with him.
As he said, the man drove his horse to the roadside, but he didn't know what to think of. He stopped.
Side head, he motionless pestle there, as if there is a thousand years of solitude.
He didn't turn back until the team passed.
So slightly sideways, he kept his eyes fixed on the middle of the team.
In the middle, there are some fancy carriages. Beside the carriage, Wang Hong in white clothes and two handsome twins, who were even more than his, rode with him and talked and laughed.
As for the carriage around them, there was a beautiful young man sitting there. The young man was leaning on a woman's shoulder, with a strong dependence in his stubborn expression.
In the woman's hand, there was a beautiful little boy in her arms.
The man lifted the bamboo hat gently and looked at the woman.
Seventeen years.
It's been seventeen years.
She is still so gorgeous, as if the most blooming rose. Towards the sun, towards the spring, unbridled to show her beauty and beauty.
Different from before, her face is no longer green and astringent. She is very familiar.
Her face was peaceful, and her eyes, which were always waving, were not sharp.
On her face, in her eyes, only peace, only serenity, only a kind of pet cat can be lazy.
It seems that she has not seen the dark for many years, she has forgotten her claws, and she no longer has her sharpness.
It seems that she only remembers to stretch her beauty and freedom towards the sun. It seems that she once lived a life like this even though she died. All she has left in her life is sunshine and happiness.
Looking at it, the man found that his eyes were a little astringent.
It's a strange thing, how many years? He thought that he would not have tears, there will be no vulgar feelings.He was meant to ride.
But at such a glance, he suddenly didn't want to pass.
How can this woman be so comfortable and beautiful? All over the world, chaos, fighting, pain and death are the main themes of the world. Failure and sorrow fill the whole earth. How many Han people lined up, dressed in a whole bunch of land into the river to commit suicide.
How can all this suffering and pain be no longer related to her?
How could she live so well? Does she have the only pure land in the world?
Thinking about it, the man couldn't help looking at Wang Hong.
Seventeen years later, the handsome young man of the past is still handsome, but he has matured a lot.
Looking at him, the man slowly lowered his head.
Then he stood by the road like this, where no one could see him. The man gave Wang Hong a little gift and said in a low voice that he could only hear: "you have great talent, but you don't see it But I still want to respect you. You have protected this woman and given her a pure land. "
In this world, how much happiness and love do you have to enjoy to be a peaceful and lazy woman?
This world, can let a sharp and ruthless woman, put up her claws and whip, stand behind her to protect the wind and rain for her, that is a tough and short man?
At this time, Wang Hong, who was driving the horse forward, seemed to feel something. He turned his head slowly.
At the moment when he turned his head, the man pushed down the bamboo hat and rode away.
All he saw was the back of the man.
This figure is so familiar and so strange. It has a kind of bloodiness from fighting among thousands of troops, and a kind of majesty high above the world.
Looking at it, Wang Hong frowned. At this time, Chen Rong's gentle and curious voice came, "Qilang, what are you looking at?"
Wang Hong turned around.
With a smile on his lips, he said softly, "it's OK." (to be continued. If you like this work, welcome to the starting point（ qidian.com ）Vote for recommended tickets, monthly tickets, your support, is my biggest motivation. )
Hearing the word, Wang Xuan was petrified. His face is a little blue. Staring at his younger sister, he pressed his lips tightly, and said earnestly, "yun'er, the eldest brother is the eldest husband." After spitting out these words, he put the child into Chen Rong's arms with a straight face. This time, the child did not struggle. She quietly fell in her mother's arms and looked at the elder brother askew. In the movement of the carriage, she flattened her mouth, then her head went down. Feel the breath that daughter pastes in neck nest a bit stuffy, Chen tolerates to smile a way: "Yun son is not happy?" The child tightly clenched her skirt, but did not answer. Chen Rong reaches for her chin and looks into her daughter's face. As soon as I saw it, the child slapped off her hand and continued to stick it honestly in her neck socket. After a while, the baby cried out with milk: "big brother." See this angry child unexpectedly open mouth, Chen Rong and Wang Xuan are surprised, Wang Xuan low smile way: "don't annoy big brother?" The child 'en' a, way: "Yun son stands tall and upright, don't be angry with the beauty!" As soon as the voice fell, Wang Xuan's beautiful face was painted with subway blue and iron, while the twins outside listened to each other and laughed loudly. The laughter was so loud that there was a sound between heaven and earth. At this time, it was the intersection of the three official roads that attracted passers-by to look back frequently. Fifty steps away, a man in a bamboo hat glanced at the rest Pavilion. This is a glance, he is a Zheng. Staring at the slowly coming team logo, his low dumb magnetic voice came slowly, "Langya Wang Hong?" The voice is complex and inexplicable. Standing behind him, a thin young man dressed as a scholar took a close look at the motorcade and whispered, "it's Langya Wang Hong. I heard that Wang is unstable, so I invited him down the mountain." Speaking of this, the literati said with a smile: "the Lord galloped, just afraid that he did not pay attention to these little celebrities of Jin people." In the voice, there is an ineffable pride. The man under the bamboo hat didn't seem to hear him. He quietly looked at the approaching carriage. He asked in a low and hoarse way, "Wang Hong has gone down the mountain? His wife and children? " "Follow me down the mountain." "The scribe said:" his woman said that she was a humble person, but the world said that she was generous and brave, and had a husband Seeing that the man seemed to listen carefully, the scribe said: "Wang Hong is the first of the famous people in Jin Dynasty. It's said that his son is extraordinary. " "Son?" The voice of the scribe was more hoarse, and he repeated in a low voice, "her son?" Looking at the approaching carriage, the man suddenly fell down and jumped onto the horse. When he moved, a dozen men in the pavilion stood up at the same time. The man didn't return, just said lightly, "you stay here." Then he galloped out. Seeing that he was running straight towards Wang Hong's motorcade in Langya, the scribe exclaimed, "no, Lord!" When he said that, he turned over and went with him. As he said, the man drove his horse to the roadside, but he didn't know what to think of. He stopped. Side head, he motionless pestle there, as if there is a thousand years of solitude. He didn't turn back until the team passed. So slightly sideways, he kept his eyes fixed on the middle of the team. In the middle, there are some fancy carriages. Beside the carriage, Wang Hong in white clothes and two handsome twins, who were even more than his, rode with him and talked and laughed. As for the carriage around them, there was a beautiful young man sitting there. The young man was leaning on a woman's shoulder, with a strong dependence in his stubborn expression. In the woman's hand, there was a beautiful little boy in her arms. The man lifted the bamboo hat gently and looked at the woman. Seventeen years. It's been seventeen years. She is still so gorgeous, as if the most blooming rose. Towards the sun, towards the spring, unbridled to show her beauty and beauty. Different from before, her face is no longer green and astringent. She is very familiar. Her face was peaceful, and her eyes, which were always waving, were not sharp. On her face, in her eyes, only peace, only serenity, only a kind of pet cat can be lazy. It seems that she has not seen the dark for many years, she has forgotten her claws, and she no longer has her sharpness. It seems that she only remembers to stretch her beauty and freedom towards the sun. It seems that she once lived a life like this even though she died. All she has left in her life is sunshine and happiness. Looking at it, the man found that his eyes were a little astringent. It's a strange thing, how many years? He thought that he would not have tears, there will be no vulgar feelings.He was meant to ride. But at such a glance, he suddenly didn't want to pass. How can this woman be so comfortable and beautiful? All over the world, chaos, fighting, pain and death are the main themes of the world. Failure and sorrow fill the whole earth. How many Han people lined up, dressed in a whole bunch of land into the river to commit suicide. How can all this suffering and pain be no longer related to her? How could she live so well? Does she have the only pure land in the world? Thinking about it, the man couldn't help looking at Wang Hong. Seventeen years later, the handsome young man of the past is still handsome, but he has matured a lot. Looking at him, the man slowly lowered his head. Then he stood by the road like this, where no one could see him. The man gave Wang Hong a little gift and said in a low voice that he could only hear: "you have great talent, but you don't see it But I still want to respect you. You have protected this woman and given her a pure land. " In this world, how much happiness and love do you have to enjoy to be a peaceful and lazy woman? This world, can let a sharp and ruthless woman, put up her claws and whip, stand behind her to protect the wind and rain for her, that is a tough and short man? At this time, Wang Hong, who was driving the horse forward, seemed to feel something. He turned his head slowly. At the moment when he turned his head, the man pushed down the bamboo hat and rode away. All he saw was the back of the man. This figure is so familiar and so strange. It has a kind of bloodiness from fighting among thousands of troops, and a kind of majesty high above the world. Looking at it, Wang Hong frowned. At this time, Chen Rong's gentle and curious voice came, "Qilang, what are you looking at?" Wang Hong turned around. With a smile on his lips, he said softly, "it's OK." to be continued. If you like this work, welcome to the starting point qidian.com Vote for recommended tickets, monthly tickets, your support, is my biggest motivation.
