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The dark night was like ink splashing all over the fields, and the two clusters of bonfires in the open space suddenly tore the darkness apart.

There was no one around one of the bonfires.

Another bonfire brought two figures, one tall and one short, to a very long time.

A woman's sad question broke through the silence.

Immediately there was a silence that lasted for unknown lengths.

The firewood piled with dead branches burned silently, and the tongue of flames tangled and twisted like countless red and golden pythons. Sometimes it curled up into a dark blue core and licked the charred bark, and sometimes it burst into orange-red feathers and rushed into the void.

The crackling sound of pine resin mixed with the cry of the night owls. Each explosion made the fire tremble, and the deformed shadows of the men and women around the bonfire suddenly pushed the deeper darkness.

The girl in purple bellyband is closest to the bonfire.

Ouyang Rong saw that the sparks behind her were like fireflies flying against each other, rising in the heat waves. Before she could touch the stars in the sky, they turned into ashes and drifted away.

Occasionally, a few particles crash into the wind, wandering among the bushes lightly and darkly, like elves wandering in the wilderness.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly smelled the burnt smell of wet wood-fruit leaves burning, blocking his nasal cavity and suffocating.

"Crack--!"

Another sound of dry firewood exploding branches.

The fire shook and suddenly pushed the shadows of the two people in front of the bonfire away toward both sides, pushing them toward deeper darkness.

At this moment, the slender figure belonging to the man walked upstream and walked to the curled figure of the woman who was about to be pushed into the darkness.

Rong Zhen's purple skirt had fallen off the ground, and she only wore a purple bellyband on her upper body. In the cold wind, she hugged her chest tightly.

Ouyang Rong walked away, took off his only remaining inner shirt, and wrapped it around Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen suddenly reached out and pushed his chest.

"Get out!"

Ouyang Rong continued to approach and put on her clothes.

She simply freed up her hands to push hard.

"Get out, get out!"

Ouyang Rong was persistent and directly bullied himself, wrapping the girl with a moon-white shirt tightly around the purple bellyband.

Rong Zhen was originally a petite loli, and her hands stretched forward, not long. Even when she was against Ouyang Rong's chest, Ouyang Rong still surrounded her arms and couldn't escape.

Rong Zhen turned around and wanted to run away, but Ouyang Rong was tightly wrapped in his clothes and surrounded him in his arms.

"You let go of this palace. I am not a lowly woman. Please respect yourself!"

She struggled.

Ouyang Rong felt that it was even harder to press than the pig during the New Year.

He spoke:

"Don't move, tie your hair."

Rong Zhen's body suddenly froze.

Doubt whether I heard it wrong.

When she looked back, she saw Ouyang Rong with her naked upper body and chest, there was a mandarin duck jade hairpin on her palm. She was taken out at some time and was about to pick her up her hair.

The reversal...or happiness seemed to come too suddenly, Rong Zhen's face was stunned.

Seeing that she didn't struggle anymore, Ouyang Rong freed up her long black hair.

He whispered:

"You are not a lowly woman. You have done everything a woman can, including your shame and what the world may think of as lust."

Rong Zhen's little face instantly turned red, and he asked in a naughty voice like a little girl:

"Didn't you push me away? Aren't you leaving?"

Ouyang Rong didn't look at her beautiful little face, and stared at Youlu's hairpin seriously:

"I am a man, and I have not yet transcended the sage who ignores my instincts, but I, Ouyang Lianghan, have no virtue and ability to receive this gift directly from God.

"You are a flower, but I am not a gardener. I am a foreigner who accidentally entered the garden. I have to slowly smash this garden that provides you with.

"What you want most in your heart is a gentleman like butterfly, flying around you all day long, becoming the embellishment and nourishment of the garden. I cannot pretend not to know it because you don't realize it. If you accept you, you will accept this assimilation by default."

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and said seriously:

"I think I am a calm, rational, courageous and fearless scholar, but these days, I have to admit that if you taught me a lesson, I will be unsatisfied and irrational, not decisive or fearless, and indecisive and looking forward to the future.

"What you did is a recognition of the 'Gentleman of Lianghan'. Thank you for examining me like this."

Rong Zhen couldn't help but say, "You, you speak human words! Don't talk about big truths."

Ouyang Rong was silent for a while, continued to tie her hair for her, and lowered her eyes and said:

"I am not a gentleman, please be careful of me."

Rong Zhen suddenly turned around and interrupted his hair tie at the same time. His black hair was scattered again, making Ouyang Rong's chest itchy.

She stepped forward, her eyes choked:

"I don't care whether you are a gentleman or not, but a man who cannot look directly at his instinct is a man. If you have the ability, you can hug him. If you face the instinct directly, you can push him away, and what kind of man is a man."

Ouyang Rong held a hairpin in his hand and said word by word:

"If you just pretended to be stupid and hugged the princess, it would be your greatest contempt for the princess. Such a passionate mistake would be the real despised princess."

Rong Zhen was wearing a shawl in a black hair shawl. After hearing Ouyang Rong say it, his little face still looked at him with some excitement.

When she pushed it away at that moment, most women would feel disgusted and rejected, let alone her with strong self-esteem.

Rong Zhen slowly buried her head and whispered:

"A fool, a fool."

"What?"

Ouyang Rong didn't hear it clearly.

Rong Zhen didn't answer, sniffed and said:

"You are not a gardener, and I am not a vase. What you want is not a gentleman. What you want is, yes..."

After swallowing the straightforward word, she took a deep breath, and said with great force:

"If I say I am willing to smash that garden with you? Do you dare to hug me?"

"Your surname is Wei."

"This is my mother's surname, and it is given by the saint. I don't want my surname to be Wei, and I don't want to have any connection with Wei Jiesi and others."

Rong Zhen was a little excited and shook her like a bean poured on the bamboo tube:

"At that time, the saint and his mother had a deep affection and looked down on her father's poor family background, and she didn't like her mother's marriage far away. After ascending the throne, she summoned her mother back to Beijing, hoping to remarry her mother, but she was afraid that her father would not give up her reputation. She wanted her father to take the initiative to make a retreat, but her father refused, so her father was demoted to a remote place...

"In the end, neither my mother nor my father went to Luoyang. Only my palace went to the palace alone. He was given the surname Wei and was given the title of Princess. However, I never thought this was a gift. I don't like the surname Wei, so don't regard me as a bird of theirs."

Ouyang Rong calmed down, gradually frowned, as if he was deeply thinking.

Rong Zhen tilted his head and asked:

"According to your words, your junior sister Xie Lingjiang is also a flower in the garden. You can accept her accompanying you to smash the garden, why is another flower not good? You have never thought about it. This is very unfair? Just because it was her first? This is unfair.

"Ouyang Lianghan, you just say, dare or dare not, willing or unwilling? I only need to answer one word, just one word."

Ouyang Rong hesitated for a while and said cautiously:

"I may not be able to return to Beijing immediately. I promised my aunt and junior sister to bring the embroidery girl back intact, and I also promised the embroidery girl to take her to Luoyang."

Rong Zhen almost blurted out:

"I can tolerate embroidery, and I can tolerate embroidery, and I can tolerate it more than her. I have seen embroidery in Xingzifang before and told you once. I wonder if you remember it. I said at that time that this blind and mute child bride is sincere to you, and the heaven can tell you. You must treat her well and live up to this love, otherwise I will have misunderstood you."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help asking:

"But you were still jealous just now. You saw my embroiderer's sword..."

Rong Zhen's face turned red, and her eyelashes trembled and denied:

“No jealous…”

He paused and said unhappy:

"That was a mistaken thought that you would not go back here, just for her, and you were indeed too kind to her, so good that people...

"That day, you brought Yi Guan money to Xunyang Grottoes. Didn't you think about anything else just by looking for the snow-capped candle to redeem people?"

When Ouyang Rong was quiet, Rong Zhen stared at him and said:

"I want to listen to the truth."

Ouyang Rong turned his face.
To be continued...