When we returned to Huaiye Lane, the moon was already setting and the sky was about to become bright.

Saying goodbye to the yawning Ali, Ouyang Rong went back to Yinbingzhai.

I didn't immediately go talk to my aunt.

If they met, he would inevitably be scolded by her.

Although Ouyang Rong has the physique of a qi practitioner, he stayed up all night, ran around outside, and had a restless schedule. He was always unreasonable. He would be embarrassed if he bumped into his aunt who was healthy and early in the morning.

Returning to Yin Bing Zhai, Ouyang Rong pondered for a moment, then went to the table and wrote a letter first. After writing, he put down his name, stamped his personal seal, stuffed it into the envelope, and dripped wax oil.

This letter was sent to the Chinese army camp on the southwest front and handed over to Mr. Qin.

What Se Bao'er said just in the early hours of the morning is right.

Wei Anhui left early before the celebration, and the thin-faced man's whereabouts in Hukou County really made him feel a little uneasy.

Ouyang Rong is not a lazy man.

He wants to do something.

"Tanlang."

A weak voice came from the back room.

Ouyang Rong put away the envelope, looked up, and found a girl's figure in a pink and white dress, standing in front of the door, rubbing her eyes and looking at him.

It's Ye Weila.

I don’t know when I woke up.

When Ouyang Rong just came back, he saw her sleeping with her clothes on over there on the bed, without taking off her embroidered shoes. She must have been waiting for him by the bedside until she fell asleep.

Ouyang Rong didn't blame her for staying awake all night and waiting for others.

He said nothing and walked straight away.

"Are you hungry, Tanlang? This slave will bring you some breakfast. You need to rest first and then go to sleep after eating. If Mrs. Zhen asks, I will tell you to get up early to study and not go to the living room for breakfast...sleep until noon.

, slave calls you."

Ouyang Rong came to Ye Weilai, picked her up by the waist, put one hand around her waist, and held her legs with the other, and strode towards the back room.

"ah……"

The girl in a pink and white dress with silver hair touching the floor subconsciously let out a sweet cry.

Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand to explore and found that his legs were bare. This pink and white dress was originally a thin nightgown, covering it outside. It was of course made of sleeping clothes as comfortable as possible.

On the way to the bed, he groped for a while, shook his head, took back his warm palm, and tapped her forehead.

"ah."

Ye Weila, who was dangling in Lang Jun's arms, subconsciously covered her smooth forehead.

"Remember to put it on next time, the little girl is getting wilder and wilder."

Ye Weilai muttered: "It's because the weather is hot."

Ouyang Rong pouted: "Then why are you still wearing stockings?"

Ye Weilai stopped talking. After a while, she came to the bed and when Ouyang Rong put her down, she whispered:

"Coming back so late, I thought Tanlang would come back drunk."

"Drunk?"

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, and then said in a funny tone:

"So you won't wear it?"

Ye Weilai avoided his gaze with her green eyes, biting her lip: "I wore it..."

"Socks are right, right?" Ouyang Rong shook his head helplessly. From the corner of his eye, he saw a soup bowl next to the bed, which seemed to be used to sober up.

He only took off his coat, fell back on the bed, put his arms around Ye Weilai's slender body, closed his eyes and said:

"Okay, if you don't want to eat, go to bed, and you can also catch up on your sleep."

Ye Weilai responded, lying on her side in Ouyang Rong's arms, with half of her face pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

After a while, Ouyang Rong, who was resting with his eyes closed, could feel her moving feet, sometimes hitting his thighs, sometimes raising her stocking-wrapped ankles.

You don't need to open your eyes to know that she is wandering.

What the junior sister said when she said goodbye was right. A woman's heart is as deep as the bottom of the sea. The little girl's heart is the same. Not to mention the bottom of the sea, it is also a deep pool. I don't know what she is thinking about.

However, Ouyang Rong's sleep quality is very good. Before it was placed, it was an upstairs decoration, and he could fall asleep in the first three seconds.

Just before falling asleep.

"Tanlang..."

She shouted weakly.

"Well, what?" Ouyang Rong suddenly woke up.

"Are you sleeping? Then you can go to sleep, I won't make any noise."

Ouyang Rong:......

He opened his eyes. Lying on his back, he directly raised his legs to press her upturned and swaying little feet, and said seriously:

"Okay, tell me quickly."

Ye Weilai buried her face and asked, "Tell me, what patterns and colors does the embroiderer girl like?"

Ouyang Rong was puzzled: "Why are you asking this? What do you want to give me?"

Ye Weilai muttered:

"For aunt's birthday, when you bring her in, slave must prepare some gifts. In fact, slave is already familiar with her, but after all, it is a festive day for entering the house. You can't just thank the girl and the eldest lady for the gift, slave must also prepare some gifts.

A little gift..."

Maybe it's the racial talent that women all over the world have, and this little girl is no exception. If I think about it in detail, it's still a trivial matter that most men think has nothing to do with their experience.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the dazzling skylight outside and felt that he couldn't sleep now, so he turned around and asked directly:

"Okay, what do you want to give?"

Ye Weilai shrank and only uttered two words: "Confidential."

Ouyang Rong suppressed his expression:

"Since we're asking about patterns and colors, it's clothing, fans or jewelry...not beyond this scope."

He said directly: "Don't give away the last two. Thirteenth Niang and I often give them away. There is no shortage of embroiderers. As for the first one, embroiderers themselves are very good in female beauty and there is no shortage."

Ye Weilai nodded and said shyly: "Okay, Tan Lang, don't ask anymore. These are some private things of my daughter's family, so don't ask."

"Okay, just don't be too outrageous."

Ouyang Rong sighed, closed his eyes and went to sleep without asking any further questions.

In fact, I really wanted to complain about how troublesome women are, but then I thought about it. For women, being accepted into the family in public is a big deal.

The embroiderer seems to be making serious preparations as well.

To use a fashionable term from the previous life...this is called a sense of ritual.

Women are really the same in every era.

…

"Your Royal Highness, may I ask what this is..."

"This thing is called mung bean soup. The name given to it by Governor Ouyang is just that it has been chilled. I have never tasted it. Last time, a doctor told me to eat less cold meals. This mung bean soup looks very good.

It's cold, but it's almost summer. You soldiers on guard duty are on duty in hot weather. You can drink some to relieve the heat. Take it and distribute it to everyone..."

"Yes, Your Highness the Princess."

The sun is shining brightly and the heat is getting hotter.

In the outer residence of Prince Xunyang's Mansion, Li Congshan, as usual, wore white robes and white armor, and led a group of subordinates to patrol the mansion and check the sentry posts.

Wei Mei led a group of maids here. Except for Wei Mei, all the maids had a food box in their hands, and they were taking out soup bowls mixed with ice and white mist.

After Li Congshan asked a few curious questions, he couldn't help but look serious and clasped his fists at Wei Mei in gratitude.

He knew about this thing called mung bean. It seemed to have come from the Western Regions. However, it used to be used for medicinal and edible purposes, but it was used to make rice porridge and was considered a supplement. This principle is similar to that of all kinds of stir-fry dishes.

Add bean sprouts as well.

The taste is the same with or without it, but adding it seems to make the dishes appear a little richer and fill the stomach more.

Well, another useless but interesting piece of knowledge.

Li Congshan previously thought that these things called mung beans were similar to bean sprouts, but he never thought that they could be made into mung bean soup.

Wouldn’t that be even more redundant? What flavor could it have?

And it's still ice cold.
To be continued...