surnamed Wang

Chapter 182 Chapter 183
"Are you going back to the capital tomorrow?"

Miao Ling gently rolled up her hair at the temples. At this moment, she no longer had the slightest youthfulness as usual, but had an indescribable charm.

Wang Gangquan rubbed his eyes, somewhat disbelieving what he saw.

Seeing this, Miao Ling couldn't help laughing. He was very satisfied with Wang Gingquan's performance. This makeup, but it took her a whole afternoon to get it done, and the hair alone took nearly two hours to braid.

Seeing the other party laugh out loud, Wang Gingquan was a little confused, so he scratched his head and said:
"Well, I've been delayed here for a long time, and I don't know how many firecrackers I lost. I have to go back to the capital and report to the emperor."

A trace of complexity flashed across Miao Ling's eyes when he heard the words, and Wang Gangquan hurriedly said:
"Miss Miao, don't worry. I've already told Mr. Cao here not to embarrass Feng Lintang's brother. As for Brother Ling, we have also discussed this afternoon. He will consider joining the Anton Guard City Guard Army."

"..."

The conversation between the two suddenly fell silent again. The girl just lowered her head and rubbed the grass beside her feet, wondering what was going on in her mind.

After Wang Gangquan looked at her curiously, he looked up at Liu Luming in the center of the square. When he saw that Liu Luming had started to take off his clothes, he turned his head and apologized slightly to Miao Ling:
"Miss Miao, excuse me for a while, I have to deal with Liu Luming."

Just as he was talking, Liu Luming had already taken off all his coats, and at this moment, amidst the screams and whistles of the onlookers, he began to take off his pants.

Seeing this, Miao Ling had no choice but to nod her head, and then left with her eyes on Wang Gangquan's back.

"Brother Wang, why are you here? Let's dance together!"

Liu Luming was holding the wine jar in his hand, and his clothes were half uncovered, revealing his muscles that were not very sharp.

"You're my brother, okay, hurry up and follow me, if you continue to make trouble, your father will have to skin you when you go back." Said, Wang Gangquan was going to pull him.

Unexpectedly, Liu Luming's stubborn temper came up, he waved his hands and said: "Nonsense, my father treats me well, why would he pick my skin?"

Wang Gangquan was completely at a loss. He turned his head and winked at Wen Dehai who was sitting in the crowd. The other party immediately understood, and then brought two personal guards to the two of them. Picking up Liu Luming, he walked towards his residence in the city.

Wang Gingquan breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the position just now, and said to Miao Ling embarrassingly:

"Liu Luming is a bit too free and easy..."

Miao Ling smiled without saying a word, as if she had seen through everything.

Liu Luming, who was being dragged by several people at the moment, looked drunk and was talking nonsense, but his eyes were clear.

He and Wang Gangquan are close friends, and they really have a tacit understanding.

Just now Wang Gangquan seemed to be accompanied by a beautiful woman, envious of others, but that was just the perspective of others.

From Liu Luming's point of view, the other party was clearly too embarrassed, not only that, but he could also see the inner struggle of Wang Quanquan through his appearance.

He guessed right, Wang Gingquan seemed cynical, and would even do things like go to a brothel and drink flower wine, but if there was a girl standing in front of him expressing his love affectionately, then he would probably be the first to do it. flinch.

If he already has someone he likes, then this retreat will be even more obvious.

Does Wang Gangquan have no affection for Miao Ling?
No.

It is a man's instinct to have a good impression of a young and beautiful woman, but as a modern person, Wang Gangquan, his reason, his experience, and the education he has received since he was a child, do not allow him to act in a double boat, even if He is now the prince.

The banquet on the square was already halfway through, and the bonfire in the center was in full swing. Wang Gang, Quan and Miaoling just stared blankly at the dancing flames, each thinking about their own concerns.

In this way, the flame jumped from leaping to extinguishing, from late night to early morning.

When the first ray of sunlight shines on the ground in the morning, the light replaces the night, and the bonfire that brought light to everyone in the night has been extinguished, leaving only the reddish charcoal still stubbornly emitting the last residual heat.

At this moment, Wang Gangquan stood up, straightened his sore waist, and breathed out the first breath of the morning.

Miao Ling on the side also stood up at this time, also straightened her waist, and looked at the rising sun.

The two sat like this for the whole night, just like Wang Gangquan and Yan Rongrong did that day, only different from that time, neither of them spoke this time, neither talked about the past, nor the future, nor life.

At this moment, Wang Gangquan also looked at the woman beside him for the first time.

"Miss Miao, I..."

"I know, you already have a fiancee."

Miao Ling opened her mouth lightly, directly revealing the layer of window paper between the two of them.

Wang Gangquan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, but immediately after the other party said, he raised his tone again:
"But I don't care. This girl asks you, I am willing to marry, but are you willing to marry?"

Miao Ling's eyes were burning. At this time, she lost the leisure and tranquility of last night, and returned to the previous vigor and vitality.

Wang Gangquan showed a wry smile when he heard the words, he was laughing at himself, laughing at the women he met, why they always dare to love and hate so much.

"You can't marry."

Wang Gangquan's answer made Miao Ling's heart tremble. The answer he gave was not that he didn't want to marry, but that he couldn't.

After a while, it was Miao Ling's turn to smile wryly, and she was also laughing at herself, why she didn't meet this man earlier.

"I envy her."

After Miao Ling uttered these words lightly, she turned around resolutely and left, leaving Wang Gangquan standing there alone.

"You are still young, have you ever seriously considered, am I really the one you need?"

He murmured, as if he was speaking to Miao Ling who had gone away, but also as if he was speaking to himself.

The girl's mind is always so unpredictable, just like the clouds in the sky, changing shapes all the time.

At this time, a figure walked over silently and stood beside Wang Gangquan.

The man also looked at Dongfang and said: "Brother Wang, why don't you think about it again, she..."

"I know."

Wang Gangquan spoke softly, and the moment the woman turned around, he caught a glimpse of the tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Perhaps time will change everything."

"maybe."

In the early morning of Antonwei, two big men watched the rising sun and discussed life.

This scene made passers-by look sideways.

……

Three days later, outside the gate of the capital, two young men came on horseback, followed by a hundred guards.

"Brother Wang, this Master Wen is very righteous. He sent things and people, and in the end he didn't forget to send someone to escort us back."

Wang Gangquan nodded when he heard the words, but didn't say anything.

Wen Dehai had already seen the special product that Wen Dehai sent him on the way back. It was not a silver ticket treasure or the like, but a piece of clothing, to be precise, a piece of clothing woven with golden silk threads.

This dress is extremely light and thin, and it was placed in a one-foot-square nanmu box.

At first Wang Quanquan thought it was made of gold thread, but he felt that the weight was not right. Looking at the degree of transparency, and thinking of the other party's move to send the Biren, Wang Quanquan even suspected that it was some kind of item to increase the atmosphere.

He who had been confused all the time put the matter aside, and it was not until before leaving that Wen Dehai solved his doubts.

It turned out that this dress was obtained by Wen Dehai when he was stationed in the frontier when he was young. It is said that it was woven from a kind of golden silk from the Western Regions.

This kind of silk is extremely tough, and it will not be damaged by water or fire, nor will it be hurt by axes and axes. Therefore, although the clothes woven from it have only a thin layer, they can still resist swords.

Of course, this is not a panacea. Things like flying needles will naturally penetrate through them, but they still cannot be prevented.

Wang Gangquan's eyes turned green when he heard Wen Dehai's words. Isn't this the golden silk armor that is often mentioned in martial arts novels?

Now that he has lost his cultivation base, he urgently needs something to save his life. It can be said that Wen Dehai sent this "special product" at the right time.

(End of this chapter)