"Everyone is gone, what are you looking at?"

At the entrance of the stairs, Xie Lingjiang put his hands on Ouyang Rong's waist and asked softly.

Ouyang Rong tilted his head unchanged and said nothing.

Xie Lingjiang frowned and turned around, but met Ouyang Rong's eyes.

Ouyang Rong just looked at her profile without blinking.

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but ask:

"What...are you looking at?"

Ouyang Rong continued to watch for a while, then suddenly said:

“It’s so beautiful.”

"What's so pretty?"

"Junior sister looks so beautiful tonight."

Xie Ling Jiang Yu held one side of his face in his hands, lowered his head slightly, and said:

"Sister Guo'er decided to draw on my eyebrows and put on some makeup. I don't look good, but my makeup looks good."

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"It's just the icing on the cake. Junior sister is the most beautiful without makeup, like hibiscus emerging from clear water."

"Smooth talk, senior brother really knows how to make the little girl happy..."

Ouyang Rong nodded solemnly: "I like to tell the truth. If you don't believe me, call Liu Lang up and ask if that's the case."

Xie Lingjiang hummed: "Liu Lang was also led astray by you."

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, moved closer and asked strangely:

"Why does it smell so good?"

"I came after taking a shower and washed my hair, so I took my time."

"Why are you washing your hair? It's easy to catch a cold at night."

"I haven't bathed in several days. I've been busy practicing recently."

"Actually, it's all the same. Junior sister can be clean even without washing."

Xie Lingjiang tried his best to suppress the corners of his lips and said coldly:

"If this is what Senior Brother said, then I will go back and still have to meditate and practice."

Ouyang Rong coughed.

Xie Lingjiang walked over and packed up the wine utensils on the table that Rong Zhen had drank from.

Ouyang Rong saw this and reacted:

"Wait a minute, I'll call someone."

"No, don't call outsiders, I'll just take care of it."

Xie Lingjiang stopped him.

Ouyang Rong looked back and saw Xie Lingjiang kneeling down beside the tea seat with a serious face and tidying up the table.

Seeing her virtuous look.

Combined with the fact that although he was deliberately looking serious, he still maintained a dignified and decent appearance, Ouyang Rong felt a little warm in his heart.

Ouyang Rong walked over and sat down next to Xie Lingjiang

"Rong Nushi only had one drink, I didn't drink it for her."

Xie Lingjiang chuckled:

"You're so drunk after just one drink?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"Maybe it's allergies or other minor problems. I heard from her that drinking alcohol makes your heart beat faster."

"Does Senior Brother believe this?"

"I would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn't exist."

"Anyway, I'm mysophobic, so I won't drink the wine she drank."

"good."

Ouyang Rong nodded, not annoyed.

Xie Lingjiang looked at him sideways and saw that the senior brother was taking matters into his own hands, pouring three glasses of wine in a row. Without saying a word, he raised his head and drank.

Finished three cups.

Xie Lingjiang frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Ouyang Rong smiled and replied: "Toast, three drinks as penalty."

"snort."

Xie Lingjiang looked away.

She reached out to open the box in the bundle and touched the delicate wooden comb and flowers.

"This small-leaf red sandalwood is very expensive."

"It's quite expensive. My salary is gone this month, but after I saw it, I thought it was suitable for you and couldn't help but buy it."

Xie Lingjiang didn't say anything, but he lowered his head and touched the comb more gently.

Ouyang Rong, who was sitting on his knees across from him, went to pour the wine, but he quietly stood up and sat next to Xie Lingjiang.

His joining pushed her into the seat.

The latter glared at him.

"you……"

However, when the cheeky Ouyang Rong calmly hugged her waist, Xie Lingjiang became silent again and remained quiet as he hugged her into his arms.

Ouyang Rong raised a glass of wine and spoke smoothly:

"Three things.

"First, when the flowers are full and the moon is full, and the scenery is beautiful, it's time to drink together.

"Secondly, junior sister has worked hard these days, helping to take care of and accompany my aunt. Like tonight, she can still tolerate senior brother's carelessness... I deserve to be punished.

"Third, it's seven drinks today, so it's time to drink another one."

Originally, when she heard the first two things, Xie Lingjiang looked calm with her chin slightly raised, but when she heard the third thing, she immediately raised her head.

"Eldest brother is at the seventh level?"

"Um."

"When did it happen?"

"Tonight, just now, I will tell you later."

Xie Lingjiang was pleasantly surprised. Ouyang Rong had raised his head to take a sip of wine every time he said something, but she grabbed his third glass of wine with her beautiful hand and drank it all in one gulp.

"The seventh rank is a big event, so it should be celebrated."

Xie Ling Jiang smiled brightly, and clapped his hands together next to Furong's little face.

Ouyang Rong looked at her expression.

The younger junior sister is happy and proud of him from the bottom of her heart.

Ouyang Rong grabbed her palm, Xie Lingjiang leaned docilely in his arms, and the two hands they held together changed to interlocking their fingers.

One dressed in blue Confucian clothes and the other dressed in scarlet clothes, leaning against each other under the moon.

Ouyang Rong raised his interlocked palms and mobilized the spiritual energy in his Dantian. A blush flowed through the veins of his hands.

Xie Lingjiang saw it and said with a smile: "If you think about it carefully, Senior Brother's seventh grade is not slow, even too fast."

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"These seventh grades are only considered the entry level. We have stopped for the time being and have to find the remaining incomplete sword techniques."

Xie Lingjiang was confused: "What do you mean?"

Ouyang Rong glanced at a small notebook on the table.

It was left behind by Rong Zhen just before he left. He threw it on the table and did not take it away.

Ouyang Rong took the small notebook and looked through it. On it were Qi Jue poems recorded and circled by Rong Zhen, as well as two pieces of music written in scrawled writing.

Ouyang Rong pointed at them in front of Xie Lingjiang and told the whole story of what happened tonight.

Of course, he temporarily omitted the improvement in cultivation caused by the wonderful double cultivation with the embroiderer.
To be continued...