The two puppies instantly fought.

Ning Ying followed the fourth elder brother into the house and called a small wonton in a low voice.

Little Wonton looked back at her.

Ink marks "Wang! The ground screamed, as if to urge.

The little wonton froze in place, stomped on its four little feet in embarrassment, and hesitantly glanced back and forth between the ink marks and Ning Ying several times.

In the end, it shook its head and resolutely ran away after the ink marks.

Ning Ying silently cried: The dog was in a big disappointment......

The little wonton didn't forget to look back at Ning Ying while running.

Shovel, I'll be back in a minute!

In the hall, the central dining table has not been removed, and the plates on the table have just been cleaned up.

The fourth elder brother sat down.

Ning Ying saw that a fine layer of sweat beads appeared on the forehead of the fourth elder brother - now the weather is getting hotter.

After thinking about it, she ordered someone to fetch cold water and wash the hands of the fourth master.

After a while, the basin of water, the soap horn, and the hand towel were all lightly held by the maidservants.

A little dried lotus leaves are soaked in the water, revealing a faint bitter fragrance, and the water splashes gently ripple in the pot, which looks like a coolness.

The fourth elder brother didn't speak, straightened his sleeves, and dipped his hands into the basin.

After washing, he comfortably took the hand towel, wiped his hands, and threw it into the tray that Qingyang was holding next to him.

Qing Yang saluted, took a few steps back with the tray in his hand, and deliberately left some space for Gege and the fourth master.

Seeing that Ting'er was still holding the basin of water, standing in front of her blankly, Qingyang stretched out her foot and kicked her heel.

At this time, Ting'er finally learned to be smart, looked back at Sister Qingyang, blushed with a sigh, and stepped back with the copper basin.

In the house, the fourth elder brother didn't speak, took a sip of the teacup, and made a gesture to signal that Ning Ying didn't have to stand.

He stared at the light in front of him with heavy eyes, concentrating slightly.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

Ning Ying'an sat quietly beside her.

The fourth elder brother didn't want to talk, and she didn't plan to forcibly find a topic to talk about - everyone Xiao Panzi had reminded him: The fourth master came out of the palace today, and he didn't look very proud.

When a person is in a bad mood, he always wants to be quiet.

After a while, the fourth elder brother turned his head, glanced at Ning Ying, and saw Ning Ying sitting in an orderly manner, with two small hands on his knees, and one hand was slightly clumped.

It's very well-behaved.

The fourth elder brother's eyebrows twisted slightly, and he suddenly asked her stiffly: "Are you hungry?" ”

Ning Ying: ......

She stretched her eyebrows, showed a sweet smile to the fourth elder brother, and replied in a low voice, "The concubine has already had dinner." ”

She thought about it, and then cautiously asked the fourth elder brother: "What about the master?" The concubine is warming the snacks with hot water here! Do you want to taste it? ”

The fourth elder brother lifted his eyelids and looked at her silently.

The girl in front of her has crooked eyebrows, a small and beautiful curvature of her chin, a slender neck and a fair complexion, and a faint pink under the swaying lights - it is a natural and unconscious style.

"Go to bed." He withdrew his gaze, covering the deepening light, squinted, and said crisply.

Ning Ying: ......!

Why are you so direct today!

The minions waited for the bath and quickly cleaned up, and the room was still filled with a faint vapor.

Hanging down the curtain of the bed tent, Qing Yang was the last to go backwards, and closed the door lightly with his head down.

Ning Ying sat on the edge of the bed, and the fourth elder brother sat down beside her.

His eyes fell on her hand, and he saw that she had unconsciously twisted the fabric of her clothes into a ball in the palm of her hand.

Because of the low head, the small mouth seemed a little pouted, revealing a bit of girlish innocence.

Cute and pitiful.

The fourth elder brother pursed his lips slightly and smiled, and his Adam's apple rolled.

His smile was faint—like the wind passing through the water, the waves were not happy, and they could not be caught in an instant.

He got up and turned off the lights.

Before Ning Ying could react, she only felt that her body was light—it was the fourth elder brother who had directly grabbed her waist and put her on the bed.

He moved a little bigger, pulling the tassels of the pale pink cherry blossom purse hanging from the top of the tent and swaying.

Ning Ying's whole body sank into the soft futon.

She subconsciously pulled the fourth elder brother's sleeve tightly and didn't let go.

This action is so silly and cute, the fourth elder brother smiled dumbly, and the smile in his eyes was deep.

He patted her hand and motioned for her to let go.

Only then did Ning Ying realize: Huh! ⁄(⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)⁄

She quickly let go.

The nose was filled with the good smell of agarwood incense on the fourth elder brother, listening to his slightly rapid breathing, thinking of the last time, Ning Ying couldn't help but have a fever in her ears,

She quietly lifted the corner of the quilt and covered her face, like a little ostrich, trying to burrow into the quilt.

The fourth elder brother took the time to hold her shoulder directly.

Very delicate shoulders, warm tentacles, trembling slightly under his palms.

"Don't be afraid." The fourth elder brother said in a slightly hoarse voice, and his fingertips traced the back of her neck slightly.

He reached for his fumbling and took her hand between the futon and squeezed it comfortingly.

……

In the middle of the night, Yinzhen got up and put together the bed tent before getting up to call someone.

Qingyang and Ting'er had been guarding the outer hall, and when they heard the movement inside, they immediately sent boiling hot water in.

The two of them poured hot water into the bath barrel behind the screen, mixed it with cold water, and adjusted the temperature of the water to the right before withdrawing.

Ning Ying softened into a mess of mud, and the bones on her body were almost torn apart.

She listened to the maids carrying buckets, going in and out, and could only lie on the pillow without saying a word.

The long inky hair was scattered over the pillow.

The fourth elder brother knew that she was inevitably embarrassed at this time, so he didn't let the servants wait, and directly called someone out.

By the time the bath was over, Ning Ying was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes at all.

So she slept until almost noon the next day.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and rolled over on the bed.

Back pain.

As soon as Ning Ying opened her eyes, she saw a small wonton in front of her.

It rolled its dark eyes and lay its little paws on the edge of the bed.

Because it followed the ink mark yesterday, it was slightly drooping its head at the moment, and its expression was a little embarrassed.

I'm sorry for shoveling...... (•̥́ˍ•̀ू)

Ning Ying reached out and touched the little wonton's head, and the little wonton slightly sideways the hairy little head and let Ning Ying touch it.

Then it jumped into the bed with a snort, happily plunged into the quilt, and couldn't help but face to face with Ning Ying.

(๑•.•๑) (๑•.•๑)！

Qingyang heard the movement, and estimated that her Gege was almost awake, so she came in with a copper basin containing washing water.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw that the little wonton only showed its chubby little buttocks, wagging its tail outside the quilt~~

Qing Yang put down the basin on the shelf, and hurriedly said: "Gege, can't you let the little wonton go to bed - it's raining today, and it's playing on the ground in the yard just now!" The paws are covered with mud! ”

Ning Ying heard that it was raining, and looked up at the window.

Sure enough, it was a little dark.

Between the windows and eaves, the sound of falling rain is ticking, just like painting Liang Chunyan murmuring.