"Get out of the way."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, stared at her, face to face, and said seriously:

"After thinking about it, I have been missing an apology. After thinking about it, if I were you, I would be equally disappointed, even if there are so many excuses to explain.

"But feelings are something like this. Even if you have all kinds of reasons, they can't be worth my sadness. It's just sadness. So what if you win the argument in the end? So what if you have a good reason to take Xiu Niang home. I'm still sad. I feel sad.

...Junior sister, is this the same these days?"

Ouyang Rong noticed that Xie Lingjiang's eyes were getting red.

"I have thought of a happy way, which is happier than kicking you."

"What method..." Halfway through, he shook his head and changed his words: "Junior sister can come directly."

"good."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly turned around and went back to the house, quickly returning with a familiar short knife in his hand. It was sharp and bright, a little dazzling in the morning light.

It's that skirt knife.

It is both a gift to your sweetheart and a murder to betray your sweetheart.

Ouyang Rong was stunned.

Xie Lingjiang made a cold face:

"You can still get out now."

When Ouyang Rong heard this, he immediately shook his head, stood on the spot, opened his left shoulder, exposed his white chest, and slowly closed his eyes.

"good."

Xie Ling Jiang came close to the body.

Ouyang Rong waited tremblingly.

Time passed minute by minute.

The atmosphere is silent.

There was still no pain in his chest. Ouyang Rong opened his eyes and saw Xie Lingjiang staring at his face with a hateful expression. Her face was wet with tears, and the tears dripped from her chin onto the skirt knife.

Ouyang Rong took out a handkerchief and stretched it out to wipe her.

For a long time, Xie Lingjiang, who was embarrassed, said word by word:

"I just want to ask you, are you also sad?"

Ouyang Rong: "No..."

"truth!"

After hesitating for a moment, he nodded.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly swung his knife.

Ouyang Rong's eyes didn't blink. He looked closely and saw that the junior sister had cut off a strand of her own hair.

Under the sunlight, the woman in red clothes sheathed her sword, took out a small sachet that she had brought back from the quiet courtyard in the morning, and stuffed a strand of hair into it.

Inside the small sachet, there is also a blessing note from Zhao Qingxiu, with the four words "Never forget each other forever" written on it.

The next second, Xie Lingjiang stepped forward, first put the skirt knife on Ouyang Rong's waist, and then hung the amulet sachet on his belt.

She lowered her head and continued to tie it silently.

Ouyang Rong was stunned.

He couldn't take his eyes away from looking at the skirt knife and amulet.

"Little junior sister went to the embroiderer's place?" he asked.

Xie Ling Jiang lowered his head.

At this time, a small black figure appeared in her sleeves. She carried three small bamboo tubes on her back and tied them with ropes.

When there was no one around, Miaosi jumped onto Xie Lingjiang's shoulder, glanced at the skirt knife and amulet that the latter was tying for him, and she shouted with a straight face:

"Hmph, even if you pass the test, if Xie Yatou doesn't forgive you, I won't forgive you either. Heng Heng, you're afraid. It's a big loss..."

Ouyang Rong frowned and looked at the little girl in Confucian dress who said harsh words. The look he cast towards her seemed to say that she still wanted to eat chestnuts?

Miao Si pretended not to see it, untied the three small bamboo tubes on her back and threw them into his hands.

"Here, little Rongzi, take it."

Ouyang Rong frowned and looked down at the three small bamboo tubes, which were almost as tall as Miaosi.

After shaking it, I found some thick liquid inside.

"Lingmo?"

Ouyang Rong couldn't believe it, and his face showed suspicion.

Miao Si groaned and said nothing, her braids almost sticking up to the sky.

"Why are you so diligent? The sun is out in the west, or is my junior sister giving you another good meal?"

Ouyang Rong was really pleasantly surprised and couldn't help but ask.

This is enough for three tubes, enough to make three more talismans.

Miaoxi, who was holding the minibus up, was a little unhappy and said:

"Can't it be that this fairy lady is so powerful?"

She gave a thumbs up and pointed to her nose:

"Remember, there is no one who is the most powerful."

The little Mo Jing seemed to be a master of words and said this with a straight face and then jumped back into his sleeves.

Xie Lingjiang lowered his head and tied the two things, turned around neatly, and walked into the door.

Before closing the door, she couldn't see her expression and said:

"I will watch over the embroiderer, I will handle Aunt Zhen's birthday ceremony, and I will watch over the palace. You can go there without any worries."

Ouyang Rong nodded slowly, turned around, and strode away.

"Ouyang Lianghan!"

From behind the closed door, a loud shout from her suddenly came.

Before Ouyang Rong turned around, he heard her words coming, which were sonorous and powerful and could not be rejected:

"In ten days, come back on time, did you hear me? Speak."

Ouyang Rong turned his back to the door, took a deep breath, wiped his face vigorously, and then turned back.

A smiling face:

"I know, I know, there is no one who listens to my wife the most."
Chapter completed!