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The carriage was driving slowly.

For some reason, Chen Rong obviously felt that Wang Hong was driving very slowly. Could it be that he knew his thoughts and wanted to stay longer at this moment?

Thinking of this, Chen Rong smiled bitterly, and she pulled off the curtain with a loud bang.

But as soon as she pulled it down, she regretted it, so she lifted a corner of the curtain and looked at his back.

Gradually, the carriage drove onto the official road.

The official road was long and the yellow dust rose up from the sky. After a while, Chen Rong discovered that Wang Hong had only been driving on the official road for two quarters of an hour before driving into a mountain path.

This mountain path has gurgling streams on both sides, and bamboo forests are often found. As winter comes, the weeds that have already dried up are still half a person tall. Weeds and withered vines are intertwined and tangled on the roots of the trees.

On both sides of the trail are continuous mountains. Looking around, there are very few people walking here. I looked up and looked again and again, but I couldn’t see a single household.

Chen Rong was surprised, and she stretched out her head and asked, "Qilang, where is this?"

Wang Hong didn't look back. He sat lazily on the pedestal. Even though the smoke and dust that stirred up the carriage had turned yellow, he looked like he was dressed in gorgeous clothes and was as elegant as attending a royal banquet.

He smiled, threw the whip casually, and said, "It's a small road, there are few pedestrians and no farmland, so the refugees don't like it."

Chen Rong understood what he meant, he said that this road was very safe.

Her heart was relieved.

Just as she was about to continue asking, Wang Hongqing was pleasant and pleasant, and a sound like a spring flowed out, "I am familiar with the paths nearby." He seemed to know what she wanted to ask, and said it first.

Chen Rong was a little disbelief of this. She was stunned and stared at his back.

However, she did not question. She knew that whether it was Ran Min or Wang Hong, they were of high status and powerful positions, and every word they said was just one sentence. Such people did not like their own words and were questioned, and they did not like to explain them.

The morning breeze came slowly, and it brushed Wang Hong's ink hair, making the curtains rustle.

After walking half an hour, Wang Hong pressed the horse whip with his right hand and patted the shaft with his left hand, and sang out loudly, "Looking at Luoyang, my mind is deep. I think of the setting sun in the west, and the former capital, and today the deserted tomb is falling from the withered crows." As soon as he sang here, his voice was hoarse.

Almost suddenly, he raised his head and let out a long whistle. The whistle sounded like a striking encounter between metal and stone, both bright and crisp, and it was heard from afar.

Just as Chen Rong looked at this strange Wang Hong stupidly, his long whistle gradually turned into whimper and whimper...

Amid the sobs, Chen Rong was dull and stupid, a high singing voice came from the distant mountainside. The singing was hoarse and old, and it sang very desolately, "The heroes of this year are graceful today, and they are dressed gracefully today, and there are no graves in the bones."

That voice, when it comes to singing here, stops and whistles rise.

Chen Rong looked back and saw a middle-aged woodcutter in forties with mixed beards 300 steps away, on the side of the mountain, among the dead trees, whistling at the sky.

The woodcutter's whistle was desolate and ancient, and its chapters were heard from afar.

Chen Rong looked at the man and suddenly thought: This man is a hermit.

Just as she was thinking, the middle-aged woodcutter bent down to pick up the axe, chopped the small tree in front, and shouted in a thick voice: "Who is the singer at the foot of the mountain? What song is singing so well? It made me break my heart!" The woodcutter was obviously proficient in music. While shouting, he cut the dead tree hard. His movements and speech were very well coordinated, and he had a sense of rhythm.

On the pedestal, Wang Hong waved his whip, but without looking up, he replied loudly: "Langya Wang Qiye."

"Hahahaha." The middle-aged woodcutter laughed loudly, "Langya King Qi? What a big name."

At this time, the carriage was only two hundred steps away from him.

The middle-aged woodcutter looked down and shouted in surprise: "Ah, who is sitting in the carriage? Wang Hong, who was so tired of driving the Wang family in Langya, drove the car himself?"

Wang Hong smiled and ordered Chen Rong, "Pick up the curtain of the car and let the elders see it."

Chen Rong responded and lifted the curtain of the car.

But when she opened it, her head still lowered because she felt ashamed of herself.

The woodcutter was stunned and suddenly burst into laughter. He was obviously in a good mood, so he threw the axe away and put his hands on his hips to make a loud laugh.

After laughing for a while, the woodcutter shouted, "Okay, okay. The legitimate son of the royal family of Langya is willing to control a woman. Well, he is worthy of being one of our generation."

After a while, he turned to Wang Hong and said, "What you just recited is of different lengths. Is it a new poetry style?"

Wang Hong smiled faintly and replied loudly: "No, I just heard me read it once last time, and I felt that the genre was different in length, so I was very comfortable and catchy."

The woodcutter continued to laugh loudly.

As he smiled, he carried the axe and turned to walk deep into the mountains. Gradually, the laughter turned into a sorrow, and the sad sound mixed with the wind, as if the sky was crying.

The carriage drove again.

The carriage continued to drive forward.

The road that Wang Hong chose was not only remote, but also a short road. In just less than two hours, the walls of Nanyang City appeared in Chen Rong's vision.

Chen Rong looked at the tall city wall and looked at the vague figure in the distance. The figure was filled with darkness and piled up outside the city. Could it be that the refugees gathered together and were about to cause trouble?

Chen Rong thought of this and looked at Wang Hong in front of him.

Wang Hong was still leisurely. He swung his horse whip and turned into a gray white shirt and drifted in the wind, and his ink hair danced. Even so, even when he looked from his back, he was as bright as a jade tree.

But Chen Rong knew that Wang Hong's speed of shaking the horse whip was a little faster.

After a while, the carriage arrived outside the city gate.

Outside Nanyang City here, there are already a crowd of people. Thousands of people are crowded there, with noisy nobles in the middle, while surrounded by fully armed soldiers and armored soldiers!

These soldiers were wearing brass armor with golden light and holding long halberds. They surrounded the nobles three circles inside and three circles outside, at least five thousand!

These five thousand brave soldiers are the personal guards of the King of Nanyang!

Chen Rong couldn't help but scream, "What's wrong?"

There was a noisy ahead, so how could anyone answer her doubts?

At this moment, a young scholar cried out from among the nobles, "What does King Nanyang mean? The previous time, we wanted to leave Nanyang City, he stopped us. This time, he even dared to stop the convoy of the Wang family of Langya. Could it be that he really thought that no one in the world could control him a local prince?"

The voice was heavy and he was already angrily shouting.

Someone in the Langya Wang family wants to leave the city?

Chen Rong swung and looked at Wang Hong.

What she saw was still a leisurely and uncomfortable back.

As soon as the young scholar cried, the strokes stopped, and a general sneered, "Langya Wangshi is indeed great. But since he, Wang Qi of Langya, provoked Murong Ke, he should not think of pushing the disaster to my Nanyang City so quietly and leaving by himself!"

He said this, took a step back, waved his right hand, and shouted, "I've stopped you, no one is allowed to leave!"

The young scholar among the nobles was so angry that he laughed out loud, he shouted loudly: "Let your dog's eyes widen and see if there is Langya King Qi here!"

The general had long discovered that there was no Wang Hong in the crowd, but he ignored him, just raised his head, raised the token in his hand, and shouted in a deep voice: "Wang Ling is here! I don't care whether there is Wang Qi or not, any of them belonging to the Wang family of Langya are allowed to leave the city!"

Hearing this, Wang Hong was obviously a little confused. He waved his hand and asked a young man dressed in a servant to approach.

The boy was mixed with more than a dozen refugees, and his clothes were the most neat. He was watching the fun with relish. When he turned his head, he saw Wang Hong waving. He was not recognized, but was frightened by his charm. He looked at Wang Hong curiously and admired, and ran over.

Wang Hong pointed to the crowd three hundred steps ahead and smiled and said, "Young man, can you tell me, what happened?"

"I know, I know, I know." The boy's voice was crisp and loud. He said loudly: "Last night, two hundred Hu people, carrying a pair of golden coffins, suddenly appeared outside the city. They shouted to the city, saying: His general looked up at the style of Wang Qi of Langya, and always wanted to get close to each other. The last time he was in Moyang City, Wang Lang left without saying goodbye, and he was very sad. Now he heard that he was specially presented with a golden coffin in Nanyang City, and he was willing to make a date for his goodbye to Wang Lang."

The boy had a clever teeth, a crisp voice, and a good memory. He carried it here in one breath, gasped for a while, and continued, "The Hu people also said that General Murong had prepared a golden jade suit for Wang Lang. The jade suit was luxurious and difficult to make. I hope Wang Lang would not refuse. After saying these words, the Hu people put down the coffin and left."

This time, Chen Rong and Wang Hong fully understood.

Wang Hong smiled.

When he smiled, Rong Hua was moving. The boy's eyes flashed and he was stunned.

Wang Hong chuckled, narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "So, this morning, the King of Nanyang discovered that there was a convoy of the Wang family in Langya that wanted to leave?"

"That's right." A trace of disappointment flashed across the young man's youthful face, but in a blink of an eye, his eyes lit up again and were full of confidence. "That person just said that their Langya Wang family would not do such a thing as escape in the face of battle. The people they left were to go to Jiankang to bring reinforcements. As for Wang Qilang, most of the elite soldiers of the Wang family would stay in Nanyang City. Another person said that since Murong Ke wanted his Qilang, if his Qilang left Nanyang City, Murong Ke would no longer be interested in Nanyang City. The King of Nanyang who refused to let them go was a short-sighted person."

Wang Hong smiled and thanked him. After letting the young man leave, he raised his head and looked at the group of people leisurely.

At this time, he leaned back, approached Chen Rong, and smiled and said, "Arong."

Chen Rong was stunned and quickly responded: "Yes."

Wang Hong's voice was extremely gentle, "If you want to leave Nanyang City, then leave in these two days. I will arrange everything."

Chen Rong never expected that after he learned the news, the first thing he thought about was to let himself leave Nanyang City safely.
Chapter completed!