Ah Qing is a very typical Wu Yue girl.

was raised by the Jiangnan Water Town, but the current Jiangnan Water Town is more like a remote land with poor mountains and bad waters, and Jiangnan Road is not very rich and prosperous among the ten roads in the world.

That is, it is not as good as the Guannei Road, which is the political and economic center of the dynasty, and it is difficult to compare with Henan and Hebei, which are the traditional hinterland of the Central Plains.

But the suitable water, soil and climate in the south can't change, and a beautiful girl like A Qing is still raised.

Petite and exquisite, thin and soft, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes.

The black hair is dense and supple, and it is pulled up with a wooden hairpin.

The forehead is white and square, the willow eyebrows are curved, and the nose is small and the mouth is small.

Ah Qing also has a pair of fawn-like lacquered eyes and big eyes, like two black pearls that have fallen into sweet white sugar.

Her long eyelashes curled up, and her blinking and big eyes matched her well-behaved appearance of sitting next to Ouyang Rong and bowing her head meekly, pinching chopsticks and chopping rice while holding a bowl, chewing slowly and swallowing without making a sound.

It looks very moving.

However, Ouyang Rong felt that the eyes of the girl next to her were not as big as Wei Lai's Western-style big eyes, but she had a small face of hibiscus, and her eyes were extraordinarily big, delicate and aura.

Two styles.

One is a Wu Yue girl with a small jasper, and the other is a delicate and lovely white-haired Lori.

At this moment, one of them was sitting next to Ouyang Rong, too shy to look at him; One stood behind him and served him food.

The dishes on the table today are not all spicy dishes from Nanlong's hometown, this only accounts for half, and the remaining half tastes salty and sweet.

After all, I also have to take care of the tastes of the invited Liu Ashan family.

Although the aunt is a little spicy, and occasionally has a strong subjective initiative, she does a good job in housekeeping and hospitality.

Ouyang Rong was quite satisfied with this.

For some reason, for Liu's mother, who is over half a hundred years old, Zhen is talking about it extraordinarily.

At the round table, two women were talking.

As for the other three.

Ouyang Rong had a serious face, concentrating on challenging the spicy dishes of the Yunshui Pavilion cook.

Liu Ashan is old and stuffy, covering his head and cooking;

Ah Qing has a shy personality, and she doesn't dare to reach out to pick up the dishes that are too far away, but Zhen, who is still exquisite, is lively and thoughtful, glancing at her from time to time, and smiling at her dishes, making the little girl blush shyly.

It may be that Liu Ashan has been following Ouyang Rong these days, talking little but honest and capable, and performing well in her eyes.

Or maybe I feel that it is quite reassuring to have a retinue of nephews who can jump into the water to save people at any time.

The Zhen family is very satisfied with this wooden man, and he is also very enthusiastic about the Liu family today, but he doesn't have any master's shelf.

While chatting with Liu's mother, the woman in Luo's skirt glanced at Ah Qing from time to time, sandwiched vegetables for her, and occasionally asked some topics about her daughter's house.

She likes this Liu family girl very much, she is well-behaved and pleasing when she looks at it, and she heard that she is also diligent and housekeeping, and she knows that she is very good at taking care of men without thinking about it.

Isn't this more suitable for taking care of Tan Lang than a certain white-haired girl?

It's a pity that the only thing that is a little regrettable is the tattoo of the word "Yue" on the forehead of this Liu girl.

Zhen instructed Ban Xi to go to the back kitchen to serve longevity noodles, she turned around, took Ah Qing's little hand, and said broadly:

"You can treat this place as a home, and you can come over and walk around if you have nothing to do in the future, you are Ashan's sister, Tan Lang also mentioned it before, saying that he will also treat you as a sister."

"Big lady, Ah ...... Ah Qing knew. ”

The delicate girl nodded as if she was pounding medicine, and glanced sideways at the handsome young man beside her, who was spicy and inhaling, and buried her head with red ears.

Zhen smiled, squinted his eyes and secretly competed with someone:

"Don't be stubborn."

She turned back and said, "Is there a handkerchief?" ”

Ah Qing and Wei Lai moved almost at the same time.

Wei Lai was quicker, and presented a folded pale pink champa in both hands.

Ah Qing probably thought that Zhen was talking to her, so she hurriedly took out a handkerchief and handed it to Zhen timidly.

The woman in the skirt who sat at the table smiled and took Ah Qing's handkerchief, as if she hadn't seen the handkerchief of the white-haired maid who was closer to her.

Ah Qing reacted, and his little face apologized.

Facing the laughter of the half-thin companions next to her, Wei Lai didn't look annoyed at all, her face retracted as usual, and she stood quietly beside Zhen.

Zhen said to Ouyang Rong: "Rub it, it's sweaty." ”

Ouyang Rong took the handkerchief, didn't wipe the sweat on his sideburns, wiped his numb mouth casually, and still had a hard mouth: "What sweat, where is the sweat?" ”

Zhen smiled, but he was quite satisfied with the newly invited cook, and thought about going back and asking Ban Xi to pay more for a few months.

If you want to conquer a man, conquer his stomach first, and let Tan Lang take care of his family more like this, if there is a good cook at home, he will naturally not run out every day and go to the land of smoke and willows...... The woman in the skirt has a clear heart.

After that, Ah Qing seriously finished eating longevity noodles, and the others also ate seven, seven, eight, eight, eight, and eight, especially Ouyang Rong, who was directly spicy, and drank three cups of herbal tea in a row to be able to suppress it.

At the end of dinner, everyone sat down in the front hall and rested and chatted.

"Ah Qing, I'm ashamed to say that I don't have anything to handle, I'll give you a small gift."

Ouyang Rong took the book he brought back from Wei Lai's hand, spread out the pages, took out a blue handmade origami, and handed it to the handsome girl with a grateful and curious face in front of everyone.

"Thank you, master, you are busy, and you can still remember A-Qing......"

Ah Qing whispered with some emotion, and at the same time took the gift with both hands, put it on his knees together, and looked down:

This is a "blue butterfly flower".

It's just that the difference with the butterfly flower sent by my brother in the afternoon is.

It is made of indigo paper, folded and patchwork.

What's even more interesting is that this paper blue butterfly flower is all made of small pieces of Pythagorean paper spirally overlapped.

Ah Qing was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, she looked up at Ouyang Rong in surprise.

Ah Qing is a spike worker, who is ingenious and good at manual work, and is no stranger to the children's game of origami.

Although paper is a rather expensive study item at the moment, it is not uncommon in the Guyue sword shop run by the Liu family, and some of her companions like to collect waste paper from the sword shop and sell it for money.

Ah Qing naturally knows some paper art, but this "blue butterfly flower" folded by the old man right now, she has seen it for the first time.

It's very simple.

The butterfly flower is originally shaped like a butterfly, with many arcs.

And he used a pile of small pieces of paper in the shape of Pythagorean to spiral into arcs...... Can you do that?

The Zhen family, Liu Mu, Liu Ashan and others next to them didn't care about the gadgets in Ah Qing's hands, they paid more attention to Ouyang Rong's intentions.

The delicate girl who likes manual work sat silently on the chair, lowered her head, touched the triangular piece of paper with her little hand, and her little face showed some thoughtfulness from time to time.

Seeing that she was interested, Ouyang Rong walked over and sat on the chair next to her, and explained with a smile.

Ah Qing asked curiously from time to time, he patiently explained, and Wei Lai also came to listen.

In fact, this is not a profound paper art, it was learned by Ouyang Rong in his previous life when he tutored a cute little niece in a kindergarten manual class, it seems to be called iris folding iris folding.

After a while, Ah Qing plucked up his courage, raised his little face, looked at Ouyang Rong seriously, and said:

"Thank you, sir!"

She really liked this paper-folded blue butterfly flower.

Afterwards, everyone chatted in the hall for a while, and seeing that the night was getting darker, Liu Ashan's family was ready to say goodbye and leave.

Before parting, Ah Qing didn't know where to go, took out a folded new robe, carefully handed it to Ouyang Rong, and avoided his gaze and said:

"Master, I happened to have my leisure a few days ago, so I made you a dress, thank you...... Thank you for taking care of Brother. ”

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, Zhen had already stepped forward, took the new robe for him, twisted the fabric with his fingers, and praised:

"This is what A-Qing did? This needle and thread is really good. ”

The delicate girl standing with her hands behind her back buried her head in her embroidered shoes.

Ouyang Rong also looked at this robe with dense needlework and thread, and couldn't help but say:

"How do you know my ...... Eh, thank you, A-Qing, for your trouble. ”

I was going to ask Ah Qing how he knew his size, but I remembered that last time in Donglin Temple, a shirt fell on Ah Qing, and it is estimated that the girl had silently measured the clothes at that time, and it was really troublesome.

Ouyang Rong was a little moved.

Liu Ashan's family is indeed simple, if you treat them well, they will pay you back a hundredfold and a thousand times.

And there are many, many such people in this world.

Liu Ahsan left with his mother and sister.

Zhen instructed the maids to clean up the table.

Ouyang Rong asked Wei Lai to put away her new robe and return to the courtyard to rest.

After bathing.

Ouyang Rong read a book at the desk in the outhouse for a while, and was addicted for a while, and the night was quite dark.

When his eyelids were a little tired, he rubbed his eyes and got up to go to the back room.

As soon as the person passed the bead curtain, Ouyang Rong saw that at the table with an orange butter lamp in front of the window, there was a silver-haired maid with combed sideburns curled up and sitting on an embroidery stool.

The girl in the dim light, with her eyes closed, lowered her little head, nodded her head again and again, and the two hanging sideburns in her ears also jumped and jumped, dozing off like a chicken pecking rice.

Ouyang Rong smiled dumbly, but saw that she was holding some needlework and fabric in both hands.

On the table next to it, there was a new robe that A-Qing gave him at dinner.

Ouyang Rong's smile gradually put away, walked silently, and closed the window.

Turning around, he folded the new robe, set it aside, and pulled out the needle and thread that was still in the fingers of a little sleepy bug.

"Hmm......"

Wei Lai's shoulders shook suddenly, her eyes were still closed in confusion, and she muttered between her pink lips: "What...... What time is it......?"

He didn't answer and blew out the lights.

The young magistrate picked up his silver-haired personal maid face to face and walked to the bed, where only a futon remained.

"Fool, what's the comparison." He whispered.

In the dim room, Wei Lai, who seemed to be unconscious, subconsciously hugged the young man who exuded a man's familiar atmosphere, her silver and silky hair hung on his thick shoulders, like a snow-white waterfall hanging on the cliff, and her mouth muttered:

"Lord...... ...... hosts"

"Uh-huh."

"Slave...... Slaves can learn ......"

There was silence, "Okay." ”

"The host ......"

"Yes."

"You're so nice......"

"Fool." The voice paused, "Sleepy, what are you doing...... Stop kicking the quilt. ”

"Hmm...... Can...... Host......"

"Huh?"

"Slave wants to pee ......"

"......" Ouyang Rong.

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PS: Here I came, I didn't sleep! There's something that has to be foreshadowed in this chapter.,It's really watery......

(End of chapter)