"But aren't you just talking to me every day?"

"Woo no...... Not the same. ”

I heard the cry of the silver-haired girl in her arms.

Ouyang Rong was silent.

In fact, he didn't need to ask much, he vaguely understood most of it.

Ouyang Rong's sleepy eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness.

I don't know if it's an illusion, or if summer is really coming, but the sound of insects in the grass in the courtyard suddenly became a lot louder in my ears.

It even drowned out the sound of his breathing, and the snorting of the girl in his arms.

It became the main theme of the house.

Ouyang Rong guessed that Weilai had just gone to bed, and maybe forgot to close the window again.

A cold light shone obliquely through the left window sill, and spread white on the bed of the two.

The moonlight that slipped down from the Guanghan Palace cleverly cut the silent bed irregularly.

The inner half is pitch black, and the outer half is silvery.

A young man with black hair and scattered shoulders sat in the darkness with his hands on his hands.

The girl with white hair scattered like snow on the bed hugged the young man like an octopus, her thin and petite back was exposed in the moonlight, and her waist-length hair was dyed silver white.

Ouyang Rong had a strange perception when he was a child, thinking that moonlight was a very cold thing, at least it looked cold, and the darkness was extremely warm, especially in the winter bed...... Maybe it has something to do with some chance experience when I was a child.

Therefore, when sleeping, I like to close the window, if there are curtains, it is naturally better.

This stupid girl, why do you always forget to close the window, so stupid......

Ouyang Rong, who was holding an oil bottle, was a little distracted.

The old problem is old, and if he doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, he habitually has some cranky thoughts in his head.

On the bed in the back room, after a simple question and answer, there was silence for a while.

Ouyang Rong looked down.

Covering the futon, he supported his upper body and sat up, and it stands to reason that his chest below should be quite cold.

At this moment, she was hugged tightly by Wei Lai in her arms, this girl was like a small stove, and it was not cold.

However, her shaved back, wrapped in a nightgown of thin fabric, was exposed to the cold moonlight.

The two round, small shoulders also shrugged from time to time.

I don't know if it's cold or crying.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously raised his hand, and after pausing slightly in the air, he continued to poke out.

He wrapped the shaved back of the girl in his arms with both hands and hugged it steadily.

The little girl trembled subconsciously.

Hugging him tighter.

If you continue to hug it like this, the atmosphere should be gradually ambiguous, but someone is obsessive-compulsive.

"Yikes!"

Wei Lai, who was burying her face, exclaimed.

found that her waist was suddenly hugged by her master, and then her body made a 360-degree turn in the air, as if she was going to be thrown out as a frisbee.

couldn't help but quietly raise her red face, and found that it was not that she was pressed by turning over, but that it was the owner who carried her and rolled over and got out of bed, stood up, and then ......

Run and close the windows.

"......" Wei Lai.

Ouyang Rong is as agile as a leopard, no, he is as agile as a kangaroo, holding a "baby rat" in his arms, and running to close the window quickly.

Then he quickly returned to the bed, lay down again, and covered himself with the futon.

Ouyang Rong let out a long breath, and the obsessive-compulsive disorder was finally comfortable.

But the girl in her arms is not heavy, before she brought it home, it weighed sixty catties of rice, and now it has risen a little, seventy catties.

Ouyang Rong's upper body was resting on the head of the bed, and Wei Lai was lying in his arms, but his current posture was a bit like sitting on his waist.

It's just that at the moment, neither of them cares about this.

The futon was placed over the two stacked together.

The bed lost its moonlight and plunged back into warm darkness.

Ouyang Rong noticed that his chest was a little cold and wet.

He looked into the darkness and sighed:

"I brought you back for so long, and I haven't talked to you properly, and I don't know if you are used to it, and if you have been wronged...... It was my negligence. ”

A small head buried in his chest shook.

However, Ouyang Rong felt that he was also suspected of wiping his tears and snot by the way.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he raised his hand to touch the long silky white hair.

Actually, I'm not very good at coaxing girls.

The young man squinted his eyes and whispered softly, as if chatting:

"I kept forgetting to ask, do you know where your hometown is?"

The little head buried in his chest was shaking gently again "wiping his nose".

He nodded: "Well, too, so stupid, I definitely don't know." ”

“…… Woo woo woo ......" The originally gossamer-like whimper in the mouth of a certain white hairy suddenly became louder.

"Ahem, just kidding."

Ouyang Rong rubbed the stupid girl's head:

"Actually, I saw your hair color, eyes and nose for the first time before, and I suspected that you were a mixture of Slavs and Germans, by the way, you know Slavs and Germans, forget it, I guess there is no such concept yet."

He sighed:

"But the curves of your face are softer and smoother, and I don't know if it's malnutrition or if it's some other mixed race...... But no matter what, your hometown is indeed far, far away from the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it is a miracle that you can come here in circles and around and let me meet it. ”

"Slave...... Slaves are barbarians. At last the girl spoke again, timidly and whispering:

"They all say that the barbarians are backward, barbaric, and ignorant. Master, you are a nobleman with black hair and black eyes, the slave is humble and ugly, and being able to serve you is a blessing that the slave has cultivated for eight lifetimes. Ask the master not to leave the slave, woo woo woo ......"

Ouyang Rong shook his head and forcibly straightened the silver-haired girl's little head.

He looked down, stared at her red eyes with a few strands of hair, and said:

"What I want to say is, fucking the noble race, we are not noble, and you are not inferior, and this is true now, and it will be the same in a thousand years. The people who preach these things in ancient and modern times, the initiators, have no aftermath?

"The great Zhou Dynasty's 'prosperous era' is very good, it is indeed inclusive, Xia Yi is divided, only about culture, if you admire the Chinese people's clothes, you can learn to integrate, you don't have to be born inferior."

"The slave likes it, and I like the skirts, shirts, and brocade shoes worn by the little ladies...... It's so good-looking, it's so elegant. ”

Wei Lai was excited, nodded vigorously, paused as she spoke, and her little face was gloomy:

"But, they said that I didn't look good in a skirt, and that my face would scare my master when I slept at night......"

In the dark, Ouyang Rong held this pear blossom with rain face, and wiped his thumb against the slightly deeper red eyes.

He stared at the dark blue eyes, and said softly:

"Stupid girl, you are not ugly at all, in your hometown, you may be as beautiful as a fairy in mythology, but it's a pity...... You have strayed into a country where you will never appreciate your beauty, and a time that is most unkind to you. ”

Wei Lai was stunned, two small hands grabbed the clothes beside his waist, she looked up at the gentle young man, and suddenly asked in a nervous tone:

"Then why does the master like the slave's face and the slave's hair? Is it pity for slaves? Or is it just comforting ......"

Ouyang Rong smiled bitterly:

"I see them a little differently from my aunts...... I'm probably sick. That's not to say that it's wrong to appreciate your beauty...... Forget it, the reason is complicated, I accepted some new things, but I didn't abandon the things of my ancestors.

"Don't talk about that, Wei Lai, you just need to know that you are indeed beautiful in my eyes, I ...... I like it, or I can't like beautiful things. ”

Wei Lai was stunned, tilting her head slightly and staring intently at the sincere look on his face.

"Master."

She muttered suddenly.

"What?"

Ouyang Rong was carefully brushing Wei Lai's white hair scattered on his forehead and wet with tears behind his ears, and he was slightly stunned when he heard this.

"It's fine." She shook her head.

"Oh."

However, in the next second, the white-haired little girl who was kneeling on the young man's body suddenly straightened her waist, rushed forward regardless of it, hugged the young man, and pecked his little head three times in a row on his face.

The first move was too fast, the kiss was misplaced, and it landed on his nose.

The second time, the right corner of the mouth is a little scumbag.

The third time, he pecked at the lip and stayed on it, and his clumsy little mouth seemed to want to explore inside.

"You ......"

Ouyang Rong grabbed the sneak girl's arm with both hands and pulled her away.

He wiped the incense on his face and lips with his shoulder, and said speechlessly:

"Who taught you this?"

Wei Lai tilted her head, a pair of gray misty blue eyes stared straight at him, and she shook her head seriously:

"Grandma said, there's nothing wrong with kissing the person you like, didn't the master say that he likes the slave, and the slave likes the master so much, just now I just couldn't help but want to kiss you."

Ouyang Rong's head is black.

is worthy of an exotic girl, even if it is a silly girl with low self-esteem, it is so simple and rude when she expresses her liking.

"Don't make a fuss."

Ouyang Rong stared at the eyes of the white-haired girl who was smiling stupidly in the dark, and he said seriously:

"I just thought about it, the environment here is really too unfriendly to you, you are still young, and you shouldn't live in the eyes of others all the time."

After a pause, he still felt that his hometown was very important to a person: "If you hadn't confided in me tonight, I wouldn't have realized this, and I would ...... I'll see if there's a chance for you to go back to your hometown......"

"I'm not going back!" Wei Lai, who was looking at him with a smirk, immediately shook his head vigorously.

"Why?" Ouyang Rong frowned.

"There is no master in the hometown."

"But people here naturally don't like you."

"As long as the master likes it, the others, the slave doesn't care."

Ouyang Rong deliberately said cruelly: "But I can't marry you." ”

Wei Lai looked at him suspiciously:

"Of course, the master can't marry a slave or maid, only a noble lady like Miss Xie can barely be worthy of the master. If the master can allow the slave to stay by his side and serve, the slave will be satisfied, how can he be jealous. In the future, the slave will also serve the master mother well. ”

Ouyang Rong: "......"

The co-authorship has just been said in vain.

He wanted to speak, but he stopped.

Seeing this, Wei Lai seemed to want to be crooked, her small body trembled violently, her two hands grabbed his sleeve, and pleaded bitterly:

"Is it that the slave has just stolen the master too presumptuous, and the master doesn't want the slave to be a personal maid anymore, don't be a slave?"

"No, it's not ......"

Ouyang Rong hurriedly appeased, and the white-haired little girl threw herself into his arms like a forest.

Someone was patient, hugged and coaxed softly for a while, so that her heart calmed down, and the joy returned to the little face that was crying.

But seriously, girls in this era are really easy to coax, and there is nothing to make his eyes black.

Wei Lai sat on the master's body, leaned back and straightened her waist, lifted a silver hair with both hands, tied a simple high ponytail with a red rope, pulled it to her left shoulder, and then took the initiative to grab the master's right hand and placed it on her snow-like silver hair, and looked at him with big gray and blue eyes turned up and obediently.

The white-haired little girl took the initiative to get into the master's arms, continued to be attached to the tight hug, and when she was stroked with her long hair, her little face looked comfortable and satisfied, like a white-haired kitten lying on the owner's lap.

On the bed, the two hugged each other quietly.

Ouyang Rong's face was a little helpless.

Seriously, the little girl is so heartfelt and affectionate about him.

To say that the heart is not moved, it must be false.

No matter how strong a man's heart is, it is difficult to escape the softness of his fingers.

After a moment of silence, someone asked softly:

"When I wasn't there during the day, did my aunt beat and scold you?"

Wei Lai's body paused, and she shook her head slightly:

"Nope."

"Did they bully you?"

Wei Lai's head was buried a little, and she whispered:

"Nope. They...... It's good for me, the master doesn't have to worry about the slave, don't worry about the slave, don't worry about busy with official business. ”

"Really?"

"Really."

"Whoever lies will be spanked."

"Okay, lying girl...... Spanking. ”

The girl's weak mosquito and fly agreed.

Ouyang Rong was dumbfounded for a while.

He twisted his silver hair lightly with his fingers, and asked with a slight frown:

"Then why are you in a mood a little wrong today, just now you suddenly got into the bed, you slept well a few days ago, there must be something today."

Wei Lai was silent.

If she had talked tonight, she might have cried to her master about being bullied during the day.

And from now on, Vi Lai will not mention it again.

She has already understood her master's intentions, and her heart is steady, and she has found the backbone of this life.

In the future, Wei Lai will not bother him anymore about these jealousy of the daughters of the inner house.

She's going to handle it herself.

"The slave does have something on his mind."

Wei Lai gently propped her hands on the man's warm chest, bit her lip and nudged her away from his embrace.

She looked him in the eye and said timidly:

"The slave sniffed at his master's coat, and there was some unfamiliar fragrance on it......"

"I said what's going on." Ouyang Rong was a little stunned, and pouted with a smile:

"I had dinner in Yunshui Pavilion in the evening, and my colleague wanted to go upstairs to drink tea, I couldn't get rid of it, so I was pulled up, and the tea master who came in was a woman, and the fragrance should have been dyed by her when she was in the same room."

Wei Lai couldn't help but ask: "The master's tea art is so powerful, why do you need a tea master." ”

Ouyang Rong opened his mouth to explain, paused, and directly pinched her upturned little qiong's nose:

"Okay, your little girl has also come to check on me? Why are you lying to you, it is indeed normal to drink tea. ”

"Of course the slave knows that the master will not lie to me......"

Wei Lai bit her lip lightly: "However, this tea master must not be very serious, and he has touched the master's clothes closely, because the underwear also has a fragrance."

Ouyang Rong was stunned:

"What kind of nose are you?"

He nodded and admitted: "It's true that it's a little improper, but I didn't touch it, but I guided her." ”

Wei Lai's little face was about to speak and stopped.

Ouyang Rong tilted his head slightly, "Don't believe in the master? ”

"It's not."

The white-haired girl shook her head and said softly:

"The slave is trying to say...... If the master wants to experience the tea ceremony, he can find a slave, and he doesn't have to go out to find those dusty women. ”

Ouyang Rong laughed, not caring and said:

"You just said that I am good at tea ceremony, and I still use it to find you......"

But before he finished speaking, he noticed that something was wrong with the white-haired girl's expression.

She stared at him like a gluttonous cat, squinting her eyes and whispering:

"No, slave said...... The tea ceremony of the tea master meeting...... Slaves too, and ......"

Ouyang Rong felt that there was a surge of righteousness under him, and it was a little difficult to suppress:

"And what?"

The white-haired little girl lowered her eyes and whispered:

"And the host is not satisfied, can also guide the ......"

Ouyang Rong: "......"

Suddenly, someone felt the tentacles of the octopus that had been in a daze not long ago sticking out.

Haoran's righteousness is about to leak.

This chapter is two-in-one, and the yard is slightly slower. But there's another chapter in the early hours of the morning!

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