The wise woman who loves to wear red suddenly said.

Ouyang Rong paused for a moment as he complained.

"Wha...what to try?"

She stopped talking.

He actually heard it clearly.

Ouyang Rong asked, "Junior sister, have you thought about it too?"

Xie Lingjiang remained silent and turned his head, as if he was sizing up the distant mountains.

From someone's perspective, she had put on some light makeup today, painted her eyebrows in red, and had a beautiful side face.

The long hair falls like a waterfall and is gently pulled up with a simple hosta. A few strands of elegant hair dance lightly in the wind, giving people a feeling of being free from dust.

Ouyang Rong quietly looked sideways and glanced at a familiar hot spring not far from the two of them.

Then he glanced at the little junior sister who had a bookish look on her eyebrows.

She clearly has a dignified and intellectual temperament, and her red dress is also noble and beautiful, suitable for viewing from a distance.

But he found today to be surprisingly attractive.

I couldn't help but take another look.

I saw Xie Lingjiang with her legs together, sitting on the embroidery stool with her legs bent, her delicate jade hands interlaced and placed squarely on the thigh in front of her lower abdomen. The red fabric showed that her exposed neck and wrists were fair and delicate.

.

Although the collar of the dress is very high, covering most of her thin neck, the soft fabric made of expensive silk outlines the incredibly exaggerated and proud arc of her transition from neck to chest...

At this moment, the beauty in red clothes tilted her head a little, bit her pink lips habitually, and looked at him like this.

There was starlight in his eyes, and he didn't know if it was Ouyang Rong's imagination. The light in his eyes flickered, like meteors passing quickly in the night sky, which was unpredictable.

Her expression seemed to be half-smiling.

Take this to test a gentleman. Which gentleman can withstand such a test?

"Okay, give it a try and then pass."

Ouyang Rong gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

Then... he leaned forward... started to get closer... tried to climb the mountain... bravely ventured to the end of the world... and played with a certain lotus that could be seen from a distance but not played with.

After a period of pushing and struggling that was both welcoming and resisting, they soon had their necks intertwined, entangled like a swan.

On the ground next to him, two shadows overlapped.

Immediately afterwards, one person was picked up by the other and taken to the hot spring. During this period, it seemed that shoes, socks and other items were taken off one by one and dropped all the way...

Some ribbons were untied and the rustling sound of clothes slipping down, I wonder if it was hidden by the "music and charm" performance of some new female sage.

The courtyard was quiet.

Time passes unconsciously.

I don't know how long it took.

Anyway, someone's attempt has not "passed away" yet, but is very suitable.

Comfortable.

All this, until... the sound of the bouncing footsteps of a little girl in Confucian robes approaching was heard outside the courtyard wall.

Without waiting for Ouyang Rong, who was immersed in cooking, to react, he kicked Yuzu out of desperation.

This time it’s finally no longer “eating” in the literal sense.

"Holy shit..."

A modal word came out of his mouth instinctively, and with a "dong" sound, he fell into the hot spring water.

There was a splash of water.

At this moment, the courtyard door also creaked.

The palm-sized little Mo Jing pushed open a gap in the door with some difficulty.

She walked in swaggering and shouted carelessly:

"Ouyang Lianghan, Xie Yatou, guess what I found outside, a big white goose. Hehe, I like riding geese the most... Hey, what are you doing? Why are you so unqualified? Clothes and socks are scattered on the ground.

Still disheveled and soaked in the water..."

While Miao Si was confused and speaking, a new sage woman in red clothes, barefoot and with a lot of strawberries planted around her neck, was already running towards the main house in a staggering trot. On the way, she hurriedly bent down and picked up the scattered things that had fallen on the floor.

She covered her chest with one hand and ran into the house with a blushing face without looking back.

In the eyes of Miao Si, who had just entered the door, this graceful figure looked as graceful as a startled dragon, but there was a hint of a hasty escape.

Little Mo Jing, who had never eaten pork but had seen pigs running around, immediately widened his eyes and pointed at the courtyard with the snow-white whisk in his hand:

"Okay, you...you guys, this is not suitable for children! You can't help it when I go out for a while? It's still broad daylight, but you are still a gentleman!"

"What kind of boy are you?"

Ouyang Rong sounded unhappy, got his head out of the spring, and supported himself on the shore with his arms.

Wonderful thought: "..."

Little Mo Jing immediately changed his face:

"Okay, okay, I would like to see what you two gentlemen and wise men are playing just now. A breakup is better than a newlywed, right? Bah, let's see how shameless you are..."

A little girl in Confucian attire ran in with short legs and was about to find some evidence in the mess on the ground to catch the rape.

However, he was immediately caught by Ouyang Rong, who crawled out of the spring with half of his body wet.

"Ahem, little junior sister..."

After catching the troublemaker and without changing his expression, he clenched his fist and knocked twice on Nu Guan's forehead. Ouyang Rong tried calling a few more times, but the door to the main house was still closed.

"You, go away..." The woman in the room lowered her voice.

Her bass was still a little trembling, as if the gentle aftertaste of a heart-beating scene just now was still there.

Ouyang Rong coaxed him a few more times, but still didn't see his little junior sister Ostrich raising her head and walking out of the house. He felt helpless and wandered around the yard a few times before leaving.

Anyway, it wasn't a loss. While he was washing the delicate products, he also experienced the richness of his son's canteen, and he almost didn't want to come out.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but raise his hand and sniffed his fingers. There seemed to be a faint scent of body odor lingering between his fingers, so lingering that he didn't want to leave. At the same time, his fingertips could still recall the warm residual warmth of the proud white jade that was completely different from elsewhere.

…

Ouyang Rong walked out the door and stopped, when Xie Lingjiang's shout suddenly came from inside the house:

"There is no need to read the book now, and there is no need to go to those boring poetry gatherings. From now on, if there is nothing to do in the palace, I will follow you. I will go find you tomorrow morning."

"Okay. Don't stay in bed and sleep in."

Ouyang Rong agreed and did not refuse. I used to follow him every day in Longcheng, so I was used to it.

Didn't take it too seriously.

He took off his crimson official jacket, which was mostly wet, and threw the whimpering little Mo Jing whose mouth was covered into it and wrapped it up.

Ouyang Rong hugged a ball of wet clothes and strode away...
Chapter completed!