Chapter 1,315

At this moment, Wang Chong's innermost heart, nothing can be seen, nothing can be heard, only endless ice and fire, as well as dark, cold ocean.

"...you won't lose!"

"In any case, never give up!"

......

Just as Wang Chong was sinking in the ice, suddenly a gentle voice, repeated over and over again, rang in his mind. At that moment, like a land found in the boundless ocean of darkness, Wang Chong suddenly calmed down.

"绮琴!"

When Wang Chong spit out these two words, he didn’t know anything.

......

It seems that there is only one, and it seems that after a long period of countless centuries, with a slight cough, Wang Chong finally woke up from the boundless darkness.

"Chong, you finally woke up!"

Seeing Wang Chong slowly open his eyes, Wang Chong’s mother hugged Wang Chong and finally could not help but shed tears.

"Mother! Uncle!"

Wang Chong looked at the two familiar voices in front of him, and his heart swept through the warmth.

"Chong, you finally woke up!"

On the side, Wang Chong’s uncle Wang also opened his mouth. He walked over to the bed and lifted Wang Chong, and his eyes showed concern.

Wang Chong sat up slightly, his eyes swept away, and he saw several familiar figures. In the room, Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi, and Zhang Ke and others were all there. Everyone looked at Wang Chong, and there were surprises in his eyes. Cut, there are more uneasiness and embarrassment.

"Adult, you finally woke up!"

Wang Chong's temperament is still very poor, and his body seems to be weak, but it always comes from a coma. This is undoubtedly the best news of this time. Everyone is happy.

"You are all here."

Wang Chong looked at the crowd and nodded.

"Wang, I am sorry!"

Looking at Wang Chong's weakness, everyone is jealous:

"If it weren't for us, it wouldn't, and it wouldn't be like this!"

"Oh, what do you have to do with you, it is my own from beginning to end."

Wang Chong shook his head, but his look was unexpectedly calm.

However, seeing Wang Chong's calm look, whether it is Wang Chong's mother, Dabo Wang Hao, or Xu Keyi, Su Shixuan, Xue Qianjun, etc., the heart is more and more worried. Wang Chong was too calm, and it was not what everyone imagined.

However, Wang Chong did not have the opportunity to ask everyone.

"Mother, I have been here during the coma?"

"Song Wang, Zhang Qiu adults, and Ye Lao, Zhao Lao, they all come."

Wang Chong’s mother spoke up, and a smile appeared in the corner of her mouth.

Wang Chong groaned, but he quickly reacted and looked at his mother, and soon his face showed a smile.

"Mother, I know what you are worried about, rest assured, I am fine."

boom!

When I was talking, suddenly there was a burst of vocals that came from the outside of the royal family. When I heard this voice, everyone in the room looked a little tight. Only Wang Chong just blinked his eyes and looked as usual.

"Cough, rushing, you just woke up, your body is still very weak, and you have a good rest for a while. Brother and sister, let's go out first and let him calm down."

Wang Hao coughed twice, and said to the mother of Wang Chong, while talking to Xu Keyi, Su Shixuan and others.

When Wang Chong was in a coma, he was stunned. If Wang Chong heard the protests from outside crowds, no one knew what would happen.

"Wang Ye, then let's go first!"

Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi and others feared in their hearts, and their faces were full of uneasiness and hurried out.

"Ok!"

Wang Chong just nodded slightly and said nothing.

In a flash, the figures in the room were all clean and dry, and it was only a short time. The buzzing voice outside was very quiet.

In the room, Wang Chongyu sat on the bed, I don't know how long it took, Wang Chong moved to the bed and finally stood up.

Outside the window, the clouds were overcast and the sky was dim.

Wang Chongyu looked at the sky for a long time.

However, even Wang Chong did not notice that in the distance, a pair of eyes passed through the window of the Wang family and looked at him silently from a ridge on the wall of the Wangjiayuan.

Hey!

Just a blink of an eye, the voice shrank from the roof, a few flashes, disappeared.

All the way through the heavy streets and all around, until it was confirmed that it was not tracked, the black figure came to a rich and magnificent residence. One flashed, immediately turned over the wall and drilled in from an inconspicuous back door.

Going along a hazy passage, there is a darkness in the hall, and there is a figure standing side by side, waiting silently. The hall was dim and could not see the man's appearance, but he could vaguely see the dress on the man.

The figure was wearing a casual dress and wearing a skullcap. It was just a random stop. There was a boundless power in the body, and it was obviously in an extraordinary position.

"Adult, just probed, Wang Jia's kid, before a moment, finally woke up!"

The black man squatted on the ground and respectfully respected him.

Hey!

The voice of the black man’s figure just fell, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly changed suddenly, becoming arrogant and full of a dangerous taste.

"Is this kid still dead?"

In the darkness, the figure with a skull suddenly squinted, and there was a strong murder in the voice:

"But I noticed that although others woke up, it looked like a serious illness, and the color was not very good. In addition, we tried the doctor who gave him a cure. The doctor said that he was in the body. The gas is disordered, and there are hundreds of kinds of hernias, and there is a danger of detonation at any time."

The black man bowed to the ground.

"Oh?"

When I heard the words of the black man, the figure looked slightly moving, and it seemed that I felt much better in my heart:

"Hundreds of kinds? Good! Tell me those people, it's time for them to shoot!"

The voice of the man is very cold, the kind of awkward breath, like a sword:

"Boy, you are really a big life. At a young age, you have already done an alien king. It has stirred up the chaos in the whole world. Even Zhu Zi has been made out by you. In time, it will still be there. Since you don’t know the current affairs, that only Can send you a ride!"

The voice was sullen, and even the black man who was lying on the ground could not help but shudder.

However, it was only a moment of time. In the hall, the figure with the skull was gone, and the black man under the temple disappeared.

......

The door of the Wang family was closed. Since Wang Chong was deprived of his official position and was refuted by Zhu Zi, the court’s civil and military officials almost detoured, far away from the scope of the royal family. Outside the house of the Wang family, the people of the parade have wave after wave. Even though Su Shixuan and others have thought of using the city defense department, they try not to let Wang Chong know, but they still cannot be completely banned.

In the mansion, Wang Chong seems to have completely forgotten everything. He has lived a quiet life in the government. The things of the court, the things of the side, and the things of the Confucianism have all been put down by him. In the Fuzhong, Wang Chong eats every day, drinks tea, sleeps in extreme rules, and there is talk and laughter with the next person, it seems that everything is normal.

Moreover, in the Fuzhong, Wang Chong never talked about anything related to the Chaotang Church. However, everyone looked at it all in the eyes, but the hearts of the people became more worried.

"Doctor, what happened to me?"

In another room in Wangjiafu, Wang Chong’s mother, uncle, and Su Shixuan, Xu Keyi and others are all there, and everyone’s eyes are full of worries.

"Hey! Wang Ye is looking normal, the pulse is also looking at peace, but if this thing is not resolved, he will never be good. The stagnation is deep, and the suffocating situation in the body of the prince is afraid. It’s even more dangerous!”

The gray beard sighed.

In the palace, the master is like a cloud. As a doctor, it is not just an ordinary palace lady, a sissy son, but also a martial arts prince, offering, Yulin, Yulin, and the prince of Datang. These royal doctors also make extraordinary achievements.

When I heard the doctor's words, everyone in the room frowned deeply, and there was deep concern between the eyebrows. The dispute between the soldiers and the Confucianism has far-reaching influences and is extremely involved. There are good solutions for everyone.

For a time, everyone was silent.

......

Just when everyone in the room was full of worries, far away, in the study room, Wang Chong was dressed in a casual suit, and a band was casually tied behind his head, which seemed casual and natural.

In front of him, a piece of rice paper spread out, Wang Chong hand-held brush, arbitrarily swayed on rice paper.

He looks faint and looks completely unaffected by the outside world.

"To Ruochun and Jingming, the waves are not shocked, the sky is up and down, one is a thousand hectares; the sand gulls gather, the scales swim..."

This is a poem of Hunchun. Wang Chong also forgot where to look. He only knows what to write and what to write.

Perhaps after experiencing so many things, Wang Chong slowly precipitated in his heart, and the written handwriting was no longer the kind of inferiority and childishness of the original sincere event, but a bit of a weather-like taste, atmosphere, calmness. It is thick and heavy, like a knife and axe.

Wang Chong banned in the government, and used this calligraphy to pass the time every day to relieve his mood.

"The shore is Ting Lan, Yu Yu Qing Qing. And or the long smoke, the moon is a thousand miles, the floating light jumps into the gold, the static shadow sinks..."

Wang Chong continued to write down and seemed to be completely immersed in the calligraphy of the pen.

"...It’s a matter of progress and worry, and it’s a worries. But when is Le Ye? It’s a must, the world’s worries and worries, the happiness of the world!”

But when I wrote the last two sentences, it suddenly seemed to be pierced by something. Hey, the brush in Wang Chong’s hand suddenly broke. Until this moment, Wang Chong discovered that he wrote not a poem of this era, but a chapter written by someone from another world in memory.