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Zhang Xiaowu didn't know where Ouyang Yan's boudoir was, and he was like a headless fly. There are many rooms in the General's Mansion, like a labyrinth, and after looking for a long time without any clue, I had to turn around and ask, "Where is Miss Ouyang's boudoir?"

The second daughter was silent.

Zhang Xiaowu was distraught, but he keenly noticed that Aster glanced at a room to the east with his own inquiry.

The room seemed to be much larger than the others, and the door was a burgundy perch, could it be this one?

Zhang Xiaowu walked towards the room, generally secretly observing the expression of the second daughter. As she got closer and closer to the door, the panic on the second girl's face became stronger and stronger.

Zhang Xiaowu smiled secretly in his heart, it seemed that his speculation was not wrong, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in," a somewhat lazy female voice sounded.

Zhang Xiaowu was overjoyed, this was indeed Ouyang Yan's boudoir, and he just wanted to go in, but he hesitated.

After all, this is a girl's boudoir, and if she breaks in so rashly, if she is not in good clothes, it will not be good for her to see any spring.

Cui Ping was relieved to see that Zhang Xiaowu did not break in directly, and whispered: "Childe, why don't you wait in the outer hall, I will inform Miss and let her go out to see you?"

Zhang Xiaowu nodded and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, there was a "click" and the door opened from the inside!

"Ahh

It turned out that her face was covered with a plaster that promoted wound healing, and the plaster was dull and black, covering her pretty face, revealing only her eyes, nose, and mouth.

Ouyang Yan slammed the door and quickly closed the door, leaning closely behind the door, her little heart pounding. Oops, ugly, how could this guy be here?

Zhang Xiaowu thought of Ouyang Yan and asked softly, "Yan'er, are the injuries on your body better?"

The two maids looked at each other, but they didn't expect Zhang Xiaowu to call Ouyang Yan like this, and they forgot Ouyang Rong's instructions for a while.

Ouyang Yan chirped: "Zhang Xiaowu, you, you, you, how can you trespass into a private house!?"

"I saw that you didn't come to class for a day, and I'm worried about you. Zhang Xiaowu said honestly.

Ouyang Yan's heart warmed, but she snorted. This kid has a conscience and knows how to care about Miss Ben! It's just that this guy came here at such an inopportune time, and people are so ugly now!

"Yan'er, is it convenient for you to come out?"

"I... I... I, it's inconvenient!" Ouyang Yan said hurriedly.

"Shall I go in then?"

"No way!"

"Then I'll wait for you in the outer hall!"

Ouyang Yan leaned closely behind the door, for fear that Zhang Xiaowu would just push the door in, and was relieved to hear Zhang Xiaowu's footsteps leaving.

But with so much ointment on his face, if he thinks clearly, it is extremely inconvenient, and his father has not come back yet, and he doesn't want to ask the maid for help, what can I do!

After thinking about it, it seemed that he could only ask Zhang Xiaowu for help, stomped his feet, and said, "Zhang Xiaowu, you come in!"

Zhang Xiaowu stopped, looking surprised, a little unable to believe what he heard.

The second maid also grew her mouth, and when she thought of Zhang Xiaowu's name for Ouyang Yan, she looked suddenly enlightened, covering her mouth and smiling secretly.

Ouyang Yan waited for a long time, but she didn't see Zhang Xiaowu's movement, and said angrily: "I called you in!"

"Uh... Then I'm in..."Zhang Xiaowu hesitated.

Seeing that Ouyang Yan didn't stop him, he cautiously pushed the door and entered.

The room is very large, with a yellowish plain silk on the table by the window, an inkstone next to it, and a few brushes in the pen holder. In a porcelain pot by the window is a delicate pearl plum. Turning his head, there was a dressing table carved from mahogany, on which was placed a bronze mirror with a brocade sleeve and a jewelry box with plum blossoms carved in red lacquer, as well as a gold-encrusted phoenix crown and a rare inverted rosary. Looking beyond the beaded curtain worn by Yingluo, on the other side is the bedroom, and the sandalwood shelf bed is hung with pale pink gauze tents, and the whole room looks cute but not elegant.

Ouyang Yan was standing by the window, dressed in a silver-white veil, gently swaying with the wind from the window. Printed with the faint light of the window, the inside of the tulle loomed, and the two points of red were like a depression on the chest.

The tulle is close-fitting, setting off the girl's moving curves to the fullest, Zhang Xiaowu held his breath, and was a little distracted by the dazzling red.

Ouyang Yan followed Zhang Xiaowu's gaze, as if she suddenly remembered something, her face was discolored, and she screamed again, and she got into the quilt as if she was flying, and her delicate body kept trembling slightly.

Zhang Xiaowu was stunned, and his heart seemed to float away with Ouyang Yan.

Ouyang Yan's pretty face was delicate, but she couldn't see it when she was covered by the plaster, and she was so annoyed! Because she was alone in the room, where would she pay attention to her dress, this one was accidentally taken advantage of by Zhang Xiaowu!

"Miss?" Cuiping Cuiju outside the door heard Ouyang Yan scream and hurriedly asked.

"It's okay, you stand down!" Ouyang Yan forcibly suppressed her violently beating heart and replied pretending to be serious.

"Come here... Help me wipe off the ointment on my face..."Ouyang Yan whispered.

Zhang Xiaowu hadn't recovered from the spring just now, and when he heard Ouyang Yan's call, he opened the curtain and entered the inner room.

Ouyang Yan wrapped her body tightly with the quilt, only revealing a small head, her eyes were timid, and with the black ointment on her face, she looked funny and cute.

Zhang Xiaowu couldn't help but snicker.

Ouyang Yan was so angry that she picked up a pillow and threw it at Zhang Xiaowu.

Zhang Xiaowu easily caught it, took it in his hand and sniffed it gently, full of the fragrance of a girl.

Ouyang Yan saw that Zhang Xiaowu's behavior was so frivolous, and she was even more shy, and said, "You... You... Hurry up and wipe the ointment off my face, and put a cotton swab and water on the bedside table. “

Zhang Xiaowu straightened his mind, tried his best to throw Ouyang Yan's delicate body away from his mind, picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in water, and carefully removed the ointment little by little.

His eyes were focused and his movements were gentle, as if he were polishing a precious work of art. With a little wiping, Ouyang Yan's blown-breakable skin was revealed little by little.

The tender white skin is set off by the black ointment more delicate, the white is red, there is no trace of pores can be seen, smooth and delicate, soft to the touch, just like fine satin.

Ouyang Yan looked at Zhang Xiaowu's extremely serious appearance, only to feel like eating honey, and her face was even more crimson.