Mei Gongqing

A few months ago, she was pregnant without any sign . Now she was hurt, and the discomfort in her stomach could not be covered .

After several tosses and turns, she didn’t fall asleep until she was ugly .

After less than an hour’s sleep, Chen Rong wakes up again .

After retching twice, she listened to the crow of chickens and the voice of people outside, looked at the light morning color, and could not sleep any more .

Looking at the sky, Chen Rong did not blink .

Morning light, a layer of mist shrouded in the sky and earth, tree shadows, through the screen window to see the sky, gray and boundless .

I don’t know for a long time, a silent footsteps to her close .

Chen Rong blinked, never looking back, but looked out like this and asked hoarsely, "Qilang got up early . "

The footsteps stopped at the curtain, and Wang Hong’s low, equally hoarse voice said, "I can’t sleep . "

His voice was light and ethereal, as if from a distant sky .

Chen Rong didn’t look back . She just answered with a gentle voice . . . . . . This voice, very light very calm, as if that all along, engraved into her soul of infatuation, has quietly faded .

Wang Hong looked at her motionless . His white clothes drifted in the morning wind .

For a moment, he came to her .

Gently walked to the collapse side, his voice soft, "Qing Qing, sleep inside a little . "

Chen Rong turns his head slowly .

She looks at Wang Hong .

Her eyes, which were dark and dark, could not help but rejoice when she saw him, were as quiet as an ancient well .

Chen Rong looks at Wang Hong like a stranger . After a while, her lips move and she mumbles, "I want this child . "

She lowered her eyes, slowly opened the quilt, and then she stroked her belly . Looking at the flat place, Chen Rong said low, "I want it . "

Wang Hong’s voice was very gentle . "OK, we want it . "

Chen Rong slowly shook his head .

As she shook her head, she felt clearly that the air in the room was cold .

Shaking his head, Chen Rong said in a low voice, "I just want it myself . " She seemed to have made up her mind . After saying this, she raised her head and said quietly to Wang Hong, whose face was dazzling white and whose eyes were extremely dark: "Qilang, we . . . " She just said these four words, Wang Hongteng ground a right hand heavy wave, interrupted her words .

He stared at her, with a swish of his right hand, clasping her wrist tightly . He buckled so tightly that he strangled her .

Tightly clasped her hand, Wang Hong’s voice was very gentle, not only gentle, but also very light . "Qing Qing, you are too tired, go to sleep . "

Chen Rong just looks at him calmly and slowly draws back his hand .

She failed to twitch .

Almost just a move, Wang Hong’s hand was even tighter . His face was white and white . With his lips pressed, his dark eyes stared straight at his face . Staring at him, he smiled hoarsely and said softly, "Qing Qing . . . . . . I have given up the position of patriarch and prepared everything for my retirement . I’m ok . I’ll stay with you for a while . I’ll sort out all the things in this place in secret and leave the city quietly . We’ll go to my old friends to enjoy the wind and the moon and wait for our children to come out . At that time, people in Jiankang city should believe that Wang Hong really meant to die . It doesn’t matter whether we kill you or not . Then we can get married again . "

His eyes are a little red, but his smile is especially gentle . "I’m ready, and I’ve planned . . . . . . Is Qing Qing still upset? "

His hand tightly grasps her hand, his eyes tightly stare at her face, his smile is incomparably gentle .

Chen Rong looks down .

She looked at her belly and slowly closed her eyes .

Her lips moved and moved, but she could not say a word .

At this time, Wang Hong’s soft voice came again, "Qing Qing, let’s give in . " He let go of Chen’s hand .

Chen Rong carefully moved in a little .

Wang Hong opens her quilt and lies down on the bed . He leaned against the bedpost, reached to the back with his right hand to hold Chen Rong’s waist, and lowered his head . Qingsi was like ink, "Qingqing, I’m wrong, I’m really wrong . . . . . . Will you forget that? Is it good that Bento never happened? "

His voice is really gentle . There is a soft nasal sound in it . It’s a delicate tone, which can make people swept to the bottom of their hearts .

Chen Rong looks down at her belly . After a while, she finally speaks . At this moment, her voice is hoarse and choking, "Qilang . " . Nine princesses stabbed me that day, "she pointed to the wound, tears rolling in her eyes . " at that time, I really hurt, it hurt . The blood continued to flow down . Her dagger was still inserted . I wanted to pull it out, but I didn’t dare . Then she told me that she would not let me get away with it if the knife was heavily poisoned . At that time, I was so scared . Qilang, I didn’t want to die . I didn’t want to die at all . I am still pregnant with a child of Qilang? My Qilang is so beautiful . His blood must be very smart and handsome . How can I not let him die without being born? "Two lines of tears flowed down her white, bloodless face and seeped into the brocade quilt .

"At that time, my eyes were full of flowers and I could not stand stably . I wanted to sleep . So I thought again in a trance, these years I am very tired, maybe dead better . Thinking like this, I feel more sleepy . But it’s here . I remember how sad my Qilang would be if he knew that I was dead? How could he allow nine princesses to kill me in vain? So I thought, no way, if Qilang offends the royal family again, he will have no way . I rushed up, near the nine princess, I am afraid she is alert, I still smile . I finally got close to her and stabbed my knife in her chest

She opened her bright eyes, tears like pearls falling, drop by drop, string by string .

Choking and sobbing, Chen Rong said bitterly, "Qilang, don’t you know that I will hurt?"? Don’t you know how much I love you and my child? "

At this time, her voice was a little trance, and her eyes were a little empty, as if she was talking to the air . Mingming Wang Hong is beside her, Mingming he is holding her, but she is lonely as if talking to herself .

Wang Hong looked at Chen Rong, and his heart was twisted . He put his hand on his chest, and in a blink of an eye, he opened his hand and put his arms around Chen .

He carefully hugged her . He lowered his head and kissed away the beaded tears on her face . He swallowed them one by one . Wang Hong murmured, "ah Rong, I’m wrong . I’m really wrong . "

From yesterday to this morning, he has said this sentence several times . In a trance, Wang Hong remembers that this seems to be the first time he has admitted his mistake . In the past, no matter how extraordinary things he did, he didn’t want to admit his mistake .

His kiss was a little flustered . When he kissed her cold lips, he pushed her teeth away with the tip of his tongue, and then he went in deeply . While kissing her, he said vaguely: "ah Rong, you can’t do this . You can’t let me know what it’s like when I feel heartache, and I don’t care about anything . You can’t . . . "

Obviously, he was so flustered that he didn’t even find Chen Rong’s wound was hurt again . He didn’t even find his own tears mixed into her tears .

Wang Hong kisses Chen Rong tightly, and goes deep into her mouth . . . . . . It seems that we should take this action to make her cold lips warm, and let her smile at him again as before, and reach out and hug his neck .

He was really scared . Chen Rong refused to accept him twice . That time, she rushed into the army with her white clothes . When he found her and begged her to go with him, her eyes were so distant and so indifferent in the setting sun .

And that time, when she asked her majesty to let her become a monk, she smiled like that . Bright smile, eyes are so cold, so far away .

But those two times are different from this one . Those two times, although he was shocked and depressed, he was also heartbroken . But what is that kind of heartache? Laugh it off .

Only this time, for the first time, did he feel panic . . . . . . This night, he was supposed to put things aside and go to sleep as usual, but he couldn’t sleep . In the candlelight, he turned over the poetry book and became more upset . Then he came to the moonlight . Then, unconsciously, he came to her room .

He knew that this night, she woke up in pain four times and retched twice . She also told the maids to cook and take medicine for her .

He heard her every toss and turn, every moan .

He thought, what does he look like when he stands outside a woman’s room like this? So he turned to leave .

But he took a step forward and stopped again . He found that only when he stood outside the room like this could he feel a little steadfast . He even went down the steps several times, trying to push the door in . But after several steps, I didn’t enter . It’s ridiculous that he was afraid to enter .

Wang Hong thought, Chen Rong struggled for a while, frowning and groaning: "pain . "

Wang Hong was surprised and quickly released his arm .

He lowered his head, reached into his arms and took out a handkerchief . He wiped the sweat and tears on his face with the handkerchief . At the same time, he said in a low voice, "ah Rong, everything in the world is like this . It’s hard to be satisfied . This time, it’s my fault, and I’m sorry . Let it go, forget it . Only in this way can we be successful . "

But in a flash, his voice was as calm as ever .

Chen Rong moved, his voice hoarse and vague, "let it go, forget it?"

"Yes . " Wang Hong kissed her on the lips and said decisively, "forget it! Since I know my mistake, I will never make it again! You see that month, when you reach the acme, you will lose . When you reach the acme, you will lose . The rain, which is violent, will not last long, so will the wind . A Rong, things in the world have always been like this . It’s only a common way to lose, not to be satisfied, and to have flaws . Heaven will never allow the life to be complete . If you hold on to your heart and you hold on to me, there is no good in it . "

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