Wang Hong is usually gentle and elegant, and has both elegant style and elegant style, making the people who are with him feel like spring breeze.

But at this moment, Chen Rong didn't have to look up and felt his arrogant nobleness from a high-ranking sect!

Wang Qilang stared at Chen Rong motionlessly. After a moment, he smiled, turned his head, looked at the bright moon in the lake with his hands in his arms, and said softly: "Just just now, do you want to jump into the lake?"

"No!" Chen Rong quickly raised his head and replied, "Since he has been born, it is the gift of God. Chen Rong must not dare to die!"

She was talking and suddenly faced Wang Hong's lofty and clear eyes that seemed to be as clear as everything, and she couldn't help but lower her head again.

Chen Rong held his right hand heavily, causing the palm to hurt by his nails. She turned around, looked at the rippling lake water like Wang Hong, and said softly: "Just now, I just saw myself in the lake water, young and beautiful. At that moment, I seemed to be back to my gray hair, and it seemed that the reflection in the water was just a phantom, and I couldn't help but want to keep it."

When she said this, her heart finally calmed down. So Chen Rong raised her head and looked at Wang Hong bravely.

Under the moonlight, Wang Hong has wide robe and big sleeves, high crown and wide belt. It is clearly a plain robe worn by the common people, but on his body, there is a unique charm like jade and moon.

Chen Rong looked at it, his eyes became a little straight.

After finally awakening, she met Wang Hong's scrutiny gaze.

His eyes were like the moon, with a clear and lofty look, very close, but very far away.

With eyes facing each other, Wang Hong raised his lips and said slowly: "Arong Chen, do you have nothing to say to me when you see me this time?"

His voice was particularly clear and mellow, word by word, like ice and jade. With this tone, coupled with his lofty and ethereal temperament, Chen Rong felt for the first time that the man in front of him was far above the clouds, and was far away from her.

It was also strange. Once this recognition came out, her shame or discomfort disappeared.

Chen Rong lowered his eyes, looked quietly at the figure in the lake, and said softly: "In this world, there are countless girls who admire Wang Qilang," she turned her eyes, and she seemed to be slight and looked down on her beautiful face, "Will Qilang ask the reason when he sees every girl?"

The breeze is like water, the lake is rippling, and the moon is like this!

Wang Hong stared at Chen Rong quietly, staring at him quietly. After a moment, he smiled silently, turned his head and said, "It's me who was attached to the face."

He turned around and left.

Chen Rong looked at his sleeves moving further and further away, and couldn't help but whisper: "You are like clouds in the sky, and you can pick up flowers and smile on all the mountains. I am like leaves on branches and flowing wildly, and after the autumn rain, it has become mud."

There was no sadness in her chanting, she just stated a fact in extreme peace, a fact that was no longer objective.

Unconsciously, Wang Hong, who had left with great strides, stopped and looked back at the girl.

The moonlight was like washing, and the sister-in-law of Chen's sister-in-law had a dark look. Her face, which was young and young, but beautiful, and her charming figure were as charming as the slim ones, just as she said, with a kind of vulgarity like the leaves of the world.

However, such a beautiful girl stood by the rippling lake in the night sky with bright moon and told him the difference between him and her in such a calm and almost wooden posture. She praised him for his freedom and gracefulness of "snatching flowers and smiling across the mountains", while she was just a leaf that fell into mud after storm. This posture, this confusion that was so powerless that she saw through, and this transcendence that seemed to have experienced pain, so she had to let go, made Wang Hong's heart twitch fiercely in an instant.

Wang Hong stared at her, his eyes carrying the moonlight on his back, and looked gentle in the quiet, "Arong, don't say that to yourself. Everyone in this world is like this, it's all the time after the autumn rain. There is no difference between you and me."

After a pause, he said softly with an unconscious tenderness: "You are not mud, and I am not that cloud."

Chen Rong lowered his head and replied softly: "Is that true?"

"yes!"

Wang Hong stood ten steps away and looked at her quietly. After a while, he smiled bitterly and murmured: "You girl..."

When Chen Rong raised his head, he met Wang Hong's figure drifting away under the moonlight.

Even though it was so far away, the figure was like clouds and moon. Chen Rong shook his head and thought to himself: I don’t know whose daughter you like this kind of husband?

She didn't want to worry anymore, so she raised her steps and walked towards the hall.

A crying sound came from inside, and the sound of the piano was accompanied by the angering song, "Fran should be the king's fragrance, but now it is the only one who is lush with the grass, just like a wise man who is not at the right time and is in harmony with a despicable husband...'

As he listened, Chen Rong shook his head and thought to himself: Maybe this is the case in this world. Even those real men are worried that talent cannot be known to the world. Just like him, he has been thinking about killing all the Hu people for so many years, and isn’t he full of anger?

While thinking, Chen Rong stepped into the hall.

In the middle of the hall, a singer was playing the piano and singing. The crowd of His Highness was fascinated by the sound of his eyes, shaking his head with his head closed.

Chen Rong sat down on the collapse table, blocked the screen again, and leaned quietly against the collapse, raised his head, looked around through the screen, and also looked at the man.

She has always wanted people to see the thoughts in her eyes. When she looks at people, she always glances over them without stopping.

But at this moment, because there was a screen blocking her, she could watch it to the fullest.

In particular, the black-robed husband sitting in front of him could look at him without any care and observe him: He had just said that he had asked me to marry me from the Chen family? Why did he say that?

Although Chen Rong married him for many years, the time they spent together was very little, and she would never guess what this man thought.

Thinking of this, Chen Rong shook his head and thought: I have been reborn, why do you want to do this? No matter what, I will never repeat the same mistakes in this life! I will no longer be so stupid to put all my love and all my madness on a man, and then I will never be able to do anything again!

Never again.

Just as Chen Rong was thinking, a small noise came from the gate of the hall. Among these noises, the most obvious one was the laughter of the girls.

Chen Rong turned around and looked.

Turning her head, she met Wang Hong who was wearing a white robe and walked into the hall.
Chapter completed!