After Chen Rong came back, Shangsou muttered in a depressing voice: "The girl from the Wang family is very rude, Arong clearly has good intentions."

He said this and glanced at Chen Rong.

What he saw was Chen Rong, who had his eyes shining and no regrets.

After dinner, the convoy set off on the road again.

During dinner, the Wang family was still luxurious, as if they were not escaping, but going for a trip.

The freshness of the Wang family girls gradually disappeared as time passed day after day. Slowly, Chen Rong heard more and more complaints.

At this moment, Chen Rong already knew that Wang Jiaqilang did not walk with them because he wanted to worship a famous scholar.

It is early autumn now, and there is still heat in the sky. The smoke and dust rolled up as the carriage and the crowd moved around, covering everyone's faces.

In this case, the Wang family, who valued the noble style, had to take a bath several times a day, which made them only travel twenty or thirty miles a day.

After walking like this for seven days, more and more refugees were on the road. These ordinary common people rushed to the south in groups. After eating the dry food they brought, they began to spontaneously follow the Wang family's convoy. Because every time the Wang family finished their meal, there would be a lot of leftovers.

As more and more people followed behind him, the Wang family began to get bored. The dirty and dirty refugees followed behind him. The stinking smell spread ten miles when the wind blew, which was really unbearable. But they did not dare to do anything that would detract from the refugees, so the Wang family had to reduce the washing time and start to accelerate.

These things have nothing to do with Chen Rong.

The Chen family has only her. Whenever it comes to meals, she simply makes a piece of meat and vegetables. After eating, she doesn't have to sleep in a wide tent like the Wang family, but lie in a carriage.

What she does most now is to sit in a carriage and overturn it for an hour, and then ride a horse or simply walk.

Chen Rong is well versed in martial arts and has a good physical condition. He can follow the team for a few miles without even breathing.

"It's time to eat, take a break--"

With the sound of the horse's hooves, a knight rushed to the back of the convoy with his horse and shouted loudly.

Chen Rong glanced at the bright red sunlight in the west and jumped off the horse.

At this moment, everyone started to work hard, setting up camp tents and making food.

When Ping Yu saw Chen Rong coming, she put the bowls and chopsticks on the carriage and lowered her voice, "Girl, it seems you've been told."

She said, looking at the Wang family who was three hundred steps away.

It was the setting sun, and the golden sunshine shone on the still green poplar trees. At this moment, thick plain satin was laid under the poplar trees, with slums and tables on the plain satin. Behind the slums were radiant clothes and shoes, each with beautiful faces, and under the sunset, the Wang family was like a god among the gods.

But at this moment, these graceful and elegant children frowned, mixed with helplessness with their faces of boredom. They stared at the food in front of them, but none of them raised their chopsticks.

Because, three or four hundred steps behind them, hundreds of refugees stood. These refugees were dragging their children and their daughters, ragged clothes, and they looked at the Wang family with their eyes blankly. Some children stared at the depressed wine and food, and their dirty saliva was dragging them away.

Being stared at this gaze, the Wang family felt as uncomfortable as if they were swallowing a fly. A middle-aged man approached his parents, Wang Zhuo, and asked in a low voice: "Prince, look?"

Wang Zhuo shook his head, he stuffed a piece of dog meat into his mouth and said softly: "It's just that you just ignore it."

"yes."

He had the determination, but the teenagers were obviously a little worse. A girl of fifteen or sixteen picked up her chopsticks, slaughtered a few times in a bowl filled with white rice, and said disgustedly: "Father, too, why can't she drive away those untouchables?"

A young man replied, "It is easy to drive them away, but if the literati in the south know that we treat the people harshly, we will inevitably be irresponsible."

Another young man also said, "How strange! When these untouchables see us, they respect us as gods and wish they could crawl on the ground and kiss our toes. Why are they so bold now?"

This question obviously stumped these family members who were drunk and dreamy, and didn't know what hunger and bitterness were. Everyone thought for a while, and a girl shouted: "Oh, I've got this out for the Chen family! Who will call her here and ask what's going on?"

As soon as the girl's voice fell, another woman who was a little sharp and anxious came, "No, I think Chen Rong was just talking nonsense."

The woman had a long and pointed chin, a pale face, beautiful facial features, and was the one who was too careful to laugh at that day. When everyone saw her like this, they knew that she couldn't pull her face down. Amid the laughter, a girl with round face chuckled, "Is it because Qi Mei is afraid that Chen Rong will mock you?"

When the beautiful girl with sharp face heard this, she had a stern face and was about to refute it, she closed her mouth again.

However, no matter how much the people around her were laughing, no one mentioned Chen Rong again.

In the carriage, Chen Rong put down the bowls and chopsticks after eating. She ordered Pingwu: "Instruct everyone to sleep next to the car these nights. If there is no need, don't wander around."

Ping Yu was stunned. She looked at Chen Rong in confusion, and after a while, she responded: "Yes." She, a girl, has changed more and more since she had nightmares in those nights. She had become more and more convinced by her without realizing it.

Ping Wu put away the bowls and chopsticks and retreated to the carriage. As soon as she got off the carriage, she heard the lowly murmur from her girl, "I used to admire them, but it turned out that they were also some toys made of earthen carvings and wooden sculptures." The voice was filled with deep disappointment.

The night is getting deeper.

Tonight, a bright moon hangs in the sky, and silver light shines on the earth. With such moonlight and such nights, the Wang family's children are still intoxicated by this poetic and picturesque feeling.

Chen Rong slowly walked closer to the Wang family members who were singing Feng Lan Yue.

Under the moonlight, her graceful figure, coupled with her clear eyes, showed a kind of beauty that was hard to describe. Unconsciously, several Wang family members turned around and looked at her.

Wang Wulang took the lead and called out: "Arong, the moon is bright in the sky tonight, and the vastness of the world is clear. We are reciting poems. Come too."

Wang Wulang's voice fell, and a girl princess smiled and said, "Fifth brother, your name is Chen Rong Yinshi? Wouldn't that take her life?"

As soon as these words came out, laughter filled with laughter.

A young man looked at Chen Rong who was clear and clear under the moonlight and couldn't help but say, "Arong is really a beautiful woman. It's better to learn poetry like this."

The girl laughed again, "Everyone in Pingcheng knows that Chen's Arong likes whips and riding skills, so she doesn't like these poems and essays."

Whether it is whipping or riding, they are all the favorites of the Hu people in the north. The Central Plains people's despise towards the Hu people is from the core, and the girl's laughter contains the most obvious ridicule.

Chen Rong turned his eyes and stared at the girl. With just a glance, she found that the girl was the one who was too careful when she laughed at her.

Chen Rong smiled. She blessed everyone and said, "If Chen Rong recited a poem, I would be afraid that the bright moon would be abrupt." After that, she retreated.
Chapter completed!