Mei Gongqing - Chapter 202

When the news reached sun Yan’er, he was outside the city. Regardless of the presence of the elders, he turned his horse, turned around and galloped to the city.

When he rushed to the gate, it was the setting sun that entered the city at the last moment when the gate was closed. Sun Yan was so anxious that he was blocked by the flow of people like the tide.

Jump off the horse’s back, lead the reins and hurry to walk. After knocking down countless pedestrians, Sun Yan comes to Wang Hong’s mansion. At this time, the twilight is deep, and the world is dark.

Outside the mansion, people of all kinds come and go from time to time, but the mansion is closed. There is a kind of frightening calm with brilliant lights and silent courtyard.

Sun Yan lost his horse and jumped over the fence.

He could fall to the ground and rushed out a dozen guards in all directions. They had swords in their hands. At the same time, they were eager to drink, “who?”

As soon as the sound fell, they saw Sun Yan’s face full of sweat. At the same time, with a fork of his hand, they called out, “it was the grandson’s husband.” Since they knew why Sun Yan came, they looked at each other, and then they went back.

Sun Yan strides towards the courtyard where Chen Rong is.

In a twinkling of an eye, he stepped into the arch, and as soon as the man rushed in, he was a lunge to clasp the skirt of a maid’s dress, and raised her voice and asked, “where is ah Rong?” His voice was shaking. “How is she?”

And the maidservant was so lifted up by him, and her neck was strangled, and her face was red, and she knew only that her hands and feet were dancing, and where could she answer him?

At this time, Qi Qi gushed out of several maids and guards, and looked behind Sun Yan, and saluted at the same time, calling: “Lang Jun.”

Langjun? Wang Hong is back?

Sun Yan swished back.

Can look back, a wind will blow from his side, in an instant, the white figure has been involved in the steps, into the house.

Seeing Wang Hong enter, Sun Yan quickly shakes off the poor maid and rushes to catch up.

They rushed into the room with a wind in their clothes. At that moment, the Pearl curtain tinkled, the veil flew around, and the incense burner curled and swayed.

Sun Yan rushes to the side of the bed. He just reaches out to lift the curtain of the bed. At a glance, he sees Wang Hong coming, but his hands are frozen.

Wang Hong’s face is very white, very white, this white face, with his deep eyes, in this dark room, straight let him a little scared.

In Sun Yan’s wide eyes, Wang Hong came to him. Wang Hong didn’t look at him. He focused on the collapse of the bed for a moment. His hand stretched out to the curtain of the bed was shaking and shaking.

His hand trembled so much that he seized the veil several times, but could not pull it apart. When Sun Yan saw this, he reached out and pulled the veil open for him.

They both looked down at the bed.

The bed collapsed, the bird was covered with gold, and Chen Rong’s face was as gray as gold paper. She slept there with her eyes closed, her lips slightly pursed, her hands white, tender and plump, and her quilt corners tightly clasped.

Lights and candlelight shone on her face, bright and warm yellow color, but somehow, it let her dye a thrilling peace.

Slowly, Wang Hong fell down before the collapse.

He put out his hand tremblingly. It took a lot of effort to reach out to Chen Rong. Just to touch, his hand is a contraction, for a long time, that hand just once again stroked the face of Chen Rong.

His long white fingers, gentle, carefully swam on her pale lips.

Sun Yan also extended his hand, but he turned to Chen Rong’s wrist vein. After touching for a while, his face turned to Wang Hong, depressed and choking, “how do you look at her? Wang Hong, why can’t you even protect a woman? Ah? ”

When he roared, the saliva flew to Wang Hong’s face, but he didn’t seem to hear it at all, just caressed Chen Rong’s lips and her straight nose.

Sun Yan was so angry that he reached for Wang Hong’s skirt.

At this time, Wang Hong moved. He drew back his hand, put his hands on his face, and lowered his head……. One drop, two drops, tears from his fingers silently qinxia, silently dripping on the floor.

Sun Yan was stunned. He didn’t realize until then that Wang Hong’s white clothes had already become mud clothes. His fingers and knuckles were blue, swollen and bloodstained. That was the trace of tightening something.

Wang Hong covered his face with both hands, and his tears were like rain, but he didn’t make any sound from beginning to end…… Tears are so surging, but there is no sound, how can this scene make people so sad?

Sun Yan hung down his outstretched hand, moved his lips, and finally whispered, “what are you crying for? People are not dead yet. ”

He turned to the outside and shouted, “where are you dead? What does the doctor say? ”

The sound was loud, but no one answered.

Sun Yan was furious.

At this time, Wang Hong low mute, with tears of voice came, “out.”

Seeing that he finally stopped crying, Sun Yan quickly looked back. At this point, he was stunned: Wang Hong in front of him, with his beautiful and flawless face, still looked like a person, his eyes were crystal clear, and his posture was beautiful and noble. If it wasn’t for his mud clothes or tears in his eyes, he almost thought that the man who was almost out of control just now was not him.As soon as Wang Hong’s voice fell, a man in black appeared in the corner.

Wang Hong lowered his head, looked at Chen Rong without blinking, and said hoarsely, “what did she say?”

The man in black replied, “she never spoke, but before she fell to the ground, she told Xie heting something. Qilang, I killed people. It’s nothing to do with you. Don’t bring disaster.” The voice of the man in black is very old-fashioned and does not fluctuate a little. When I retell Chen Rong’s words, there is no emotion in them.

But as soon as his voice fell, Wang Hong put his hand on the collapse, and tightly fastened the brocade quilt. He buckled so tightly, so tightly, that his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

But Rao is so, his face is still calm, his eyes are still crystal clear, his posture is still elegant.

Sun Yan stares at him and groans heavily. He reaches for his fist and is about to swing it to Wang Hong’s face. Half of the fist stretched out, and then coagulated again: a wisp of blood, spilled from Wang Hong’s mouth, dropped down the corner of his lips on the floor.

Drop by drop, the beautiful and flawless face, such as satin ink hair, noble posture, and enchanting blood, forms a strange picture in this quiet room.

Sun Yan stared at him and woke up when he saw that he was caressing his chest gracefully and slowly. Heavy one hum, Sun Yan sneer way: “heartache is heartache, why to bear?” As soon as the voice fell, he turned his head and covered his face with sleeves, blocking the overflowing tears. (to be continued, please log in www.qidian.com , more chapters, support authors, support legitimate reading! )