"Did you eat sesame-dipped pancakes in the morning?"

In the carriage, which had been quiet for a long time, a woman's glutinous voice sounded so crisp that the man's legs were soft.

"How do you know?"

"Whole bread flavor."

"It doesn't make sense, that little junior sister must have eaten pickled radishes, in the morning."

"Nope!" She retorted for the first time and said hurriedly: "I had an empty stomach and ate several pieces of sugar in advance, so that there was no pickled radish flavor, I ate it yesterday, and it was all night." ”

After saying this, Ouyang Rong blinked:

"So, the little junior sister had expected this to be like this for a long time, so she specially prepared it? Why did the little junior sister bring so many people over, hmm, didn't you expect them to drop by when she went out? No wonder, I thought that the little junior sister did it on purpose this morning, but now it seems that she deliberately ate candy and waited for me to ......"

"Nonsense, I didn't wait for you." Xie Lingjiang hurriedly denied: "I...... What I'm going to do in advance, I just want to eat sugar, don't be stinky, brother. ”

Ouyang Rong looked down, her eyes dodging like a deer.

He smiled and said suddenly:

"Actually, when I bit me yesterday, there was no other taste, and the little junior sister didn't have to suffer from gains and losses."

Xie Lingjiang bit his lip, and after a while, his voice was a little complaining: "You don't even ask what kind of sugar it is." ”

"No matter what it tastes like, it's not sweet."

She looked away, her heart was sweet, and she said, "You will coax me...... Not. ”

The noble daughter of the Xie family was gagged again, and her eyes were slightly glared......

"Wait."

She leaned back suddenly, and the back of her hand wiped the long silver thread that had broken between the two of them.

"What's wrong?" Ouyang Rong gasped by the way and asked curiously.

Xie Lingjiang's lips seemed to be swollen and red, and he bent down to pick up the fox white shawl at his feet, and then shrank into his arms and raised his head, her eyebrows were crooked, and her delicate and small nose pushed down Ouyang Rong's nose.

The tip of the nose to the tip of the nose, she bypassed the fox fur shawl from the back of Ouyang Rong's head, and finally the snow-white shawl went around the back of her head from end to end, and tied it crosswise.

So they hugged each other, and the two heads were "buried" in the snow-white fox fur and re-integrated.

The corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth couldn't help but smile.

How can a little sister be the same as a child......

"Hmm, don't laugh!" Murdered him.

As if sensing the corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth, the words she hurriedly spit out were a little indistinct.

Ouyang Rong laughed silently.

"Hmm......"

Xie Lingjiang suddenly felt that the vermilion rouge on his mouth when he went out today was white again.

"Hey, why are you biting again, junior sister, you belong to a tiger?"

After a while, Ouyang Rong's helpless voice sounded in the carriage, and at the same time, there was a slight sound of gasping.

"I suddenly hated you." Breaking away and lying on his chest with a slight gasp, Xie Lingjiang snorted twice: "Can't it?" Well? ”

"Ahem, okay, you're happy."

She pointed at his nose and lips with a green onion, squinted her eyes and said, "I see that it still has a dry mouth and a dry tongue." ”

Ouyang Rong looked at the two little tiger teeth exposed under the lips of the little junior sister in his arms, and sighed in his heart that the woman was really sharp teeth, and he blinked:

"Don't dare, it says the woman spares her life."

"Flim Flam."

"You've found out, but carefully."

"You say it again?"

Xie Lingjiang tugged at the fox fur shawl that wrapped around the back of his head, like a thin hook pulling back a fish.

Ouyang Rong hurriedly leaned back, and he was able to dodge two little tiger teeth that showed off his might.

After playing for a while, Ouyang Rong finally reined in the little junior sister, and after a while of sweet words in her ears, she was a little well-behaved, and honestly lay in his arms, but a green onion finger drew a circle on her chest.

Ouyang Rong smiled, feeling that he was about to become a koala.

Xie Lingjiang's slender waist that was touched suddenly straightened up, looked up with a delicate little face, raised his hand and stroked Ouyang Rong's lips that had been bitten yesterday with his fingertips, and asked in a low voice:

"Does it hurt?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head, thought about it, and deliberately added miserably: "It's just not easy to explain, when I went home last night, my aunt and Wei Lai still asked." ”

She tilted her head and grinned, "Then what do you say." ”

"I said fire."

"Hmph, big liar......"

"Where did you cheat, didn't you provoke you to get angry?"

"You are always not ashamed to speak, what kind of ability is it to take advantage of me, hum."

"Little junior sister didn't take advantage of me, okay?"

"You are not allowed to be poor!"

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but smile and was pinched by the staring little girl for a while, and Weng Lion became angry when he spoke, and he was pinched to death by her.

However, he also has a countermeasure, which has been newly developed in the past two days.

After a while, a pair of big hands were not honest again, and went up the river to dutifully inspect the children's canteen with rich food.

Xie Lingjiang instantly quieted down, leaned on his chest, buried his little face deeply, and remained motionless, only the muttering voice that could not be suppressed from time to time came out.

This serious and arrogant but shy and clumsy appearance of the angry bag made Ouyang Rong can't help but wrap his arms around her tighter.

Took a deep breath.

The love is naturally strong in the depths, how can you bear it when the meaning is strong?

Recently, he has been intimate with him, and he has always been a little unable to control himself.

Intimacy, growing by leaps and bounds.

From running hand in hand in the heavy rain after the first birthday party,

Heart-to-heart warm embrace at the door of the monk's temple,

And then to the clumsy bite of the present.

Even regardless of the occasion.

Ouyang Rong finally climbed the highest mountain he had ever seen.

Pick two kaolin flowers.

Xie Lingjiang's face buried in front of Ouyang Rong's chest was a little delirious.

Especially after being newly developed and climbing somewhere with a view of the scenery of the mountains.

His arms couldn't help but hug his back tightly, and he lay on his shoulders with a red face, silent.

The elder brother is getting worse and worse, and he always has to move forward a little bit.

But it accurately grasps the scale and is not annoying.

Step by step, day by day, it's hard to refuse.

I just don't know why men are obsessed with it.

No, shouldn't it be something that toddlers love?

Or is she special, so he is surprisingly obsessed.

The noble daughter of the Xie family blushed and did not dare to look at her.

In the depths of her heart, she was shy and sweet, but she couldn't resist a little, but had some strange feelings.

On the carriage lined up like turtles, Ouyang Rong suddenly pulled out of the soft beauty country.

"Let's go! Don't wait. ”

He picked up the fox fur shawl, put it on Xie Lingjiang again, and moved carefully, Shaoqing turned around and dismounted.

Xie Lingjiang's face was flushed, and his hazy eyes looked at his back decisively with some surprise.

Ouyang Rong stretched his head out of the curtain and gave a few words to the housekeeper of the Xie family, who obeyed the order to bring Dongmei.

Ouyang Rong got out of the car, rode Dongmei, refused the other horses, put his hand into the car, and invited the little junior sister who was bowing her head and tidying up her clothes in a panic:

"Come down."

Xie Lingjiang was shy, Ouyang Rong didn't give her time to react, went straight into the car, picked her up by the waist, left the carriage, and put her on the back of Dongmei's horse in public.

Under the gaze of the little junior sister Xingyuan, he chuckled, rode a horse alone, and took her out of the city.

"Hold it, don't let go."

The two rode a horse together, galloping all the way to the hottest place of the maple leaves in the mountains and forests.

Xie Lingjiang hugged his waist tightly, under the black satin hair that was blown by the wind, his cheeks were red, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

The autumn is high and cool, the mountains are red all over, and the forests are dyed.

Ouyang Rong looked around, and suddenly felt that the red leaves of the maple forest all over the mountains were like red blood, and he couldn't help but think of the experience of the Pure Land Palace since it woke up, and couldn't help but let out a long roar in the mountains and forests.

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but smile and patted him on the back: "Fool." ”

Ouyang Rong still laughed, and said with a smile:

"Apes say goodbye. Only a few stones have been grinded, and the childhood ...... The flame in the copper and iron furnace turned over, in order to ask when to guess? It's just a few thousand hot and cold...... It is rare in the world to open a smile, and bend each other on the field. Shed all over, the blood of the suburbs. ”

Thinking of this, he suddenly covered his arms and laughed, and became more and more happy, Xie Ling Jiang was stunned, only to hear him wipe his tears after laughing, and whispered to himself:

"I read the snow, but I remember the spots, a few lines...... The sacred things of the five emperors and three emperors deceived the endless passers-by...... How many romantic characters are there? After stealing the reputation of Zhuang Zhuang and stealing it, King Chen rose up and waved Huang Yue...... The song is unfinished, Dongfang White. ”

After speaking, the young man with the white fur and the weak crown galloping on horseback laughed for a long time, and finally shouted:

"If you want to talk about it, you want to talk about it, but it's cool and autumn!"

As if feeling the pleasure of the male and female owners on her body, Dongmei spread her feet and galloped, trying to prove that it didn't know how to cook.

It is also worthy of sweat and blood, it is indeed as fast as a whirlwind, and the faster it runs.

So, in the eyes of pedestrians on the autumn maple road, a galloping jujube red horse shadow carrying a white dress and a red dress flashed fleetingly from the official road.

Xie Lingjiang hugged the senior brother's waist tightly, the autumn wind blew her sideburns and fluttered in the wind, she turned her head hard in the wind, and looked at the senior brother who was happy to "talk nonsense" in the autumn breeze with clear eyes.

She liked his occasional out-of-the-box, unexpected style.

I like his uninhibited, bold and uninhibited style.

I also like the strange and amazing poetry fragments that pop up from time to time in his mouth on weekdays.

Although Xie Lingjiang didn't know what Senior Brother was frowning and worrying about, whispering and laughing at himself when he was often alone.

But this kind of mysterious and profound, martyr-like temperament made Xie Lingjiang, who had been disciplined and serious in reading since he was a child, very fascinated, as if he was attracted by the abyss and jumped down after staring at the abyss.

Today, when they went out of the city to step into autumn, there were many passers-by who admired the maple forest, Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang deliberately avoided the crowded places and ran to the deep forest.

Half an hour later, Dongmei came to a silent valley deep in the maple forest.

Ouyang Rong suddenly flipped through the book and dismounted, jumped up, and picked off a fiery red maple leaf from the treetops on the roadside, he turned back, his face was focused, and he stuck it diagonally on Xie Lingjiang's black sideburns.

Wearing fiery red maple leaves on sideburns is the popular autumn makeup among the ladies of the Great Zhou Dynasty after autumn.

Ouyang Rong looked at it seriously and nodded with satisfaction.

The beautiful red lips are redder than the maple leaves.

Frost leaves are red in February.

Xie Lingjiang tilted his head, stroked the red leaves, bowed his head shyly, and smiled sweetly.

Ouyang Rong stroked his delicate face with his palm, and suddenly asked:

"Little junior sister, how do you think the flipper should break the mirror?"

Xie Lingjiang reacted and immediately said: "Naturally, it is to go through thousands of books and travel thousands of miles." ”

"What kind of book knowledge does that little junior sister lack?"

Xie Ling Jiang pondered:

"I am familiar with the scriptures, and now it seems that there may be some lack of poetry and songs, but the senior brother is quick and has deep poetic wisdom, can you teach me some? It's like that poem just now. ”

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes: "The groom just now, did the little junior sister understand?" ”

"I don't understand everything, but I think it's very heavy, why don't you read it again?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "Poetry is a small way, I don't teach, if you want to learn, you can learn the way." ”

"Avenue? What does Senior Brother think is the Great Dao? Her pretty face returned to seriousness, and her tone was hopeful: "Please teach me, senior brother." ”

Her five fingers clasped tightly around his drooping palm.

Ouyang Rong was silent for a while, picked up the beauty's soft and soft hand, twisted the soft and smooth back of her hand with her fingers, was quiet for a while, put her side face on the back of her hand, and said softly:

"I'll send you another poem, and by the way, something you'll never be able to read in the sages' ten thousand books."

"What you can't read...... Why? ”

Ouyang Rong was silent, returned to the horse, took out some simple paper and pen from the cloth bag carried by the horse, he caught a swirling red leaf in the air, cushioned it on the horse's back, and quickly wrote a few lines of ink on the red leaf.

Ouyang Rong grabbed the red leaves between his fingers and handed it to Xie Lingjiang with a smile.

The lady of the Xie family, who wore maple leaf autumn makeup, took it curiously, looked at the fresh ink on this red leaf, and read softly:

"Wild grass and flowers by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, sunset at the mouth of Wuyi Alley...... In the old days, Wang Xie ...... In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people. ”

Xie Lingjiang's voice paused slowly.

The air between the two fell silent.

The jujube red horse next to him is burying his head in stealing forage, and the autumn breeze is blowing through the red leaves of the forest.

There is only the sound of red leaves "salsa" in the world.

Ouyang Rong raised his hand and carefully sorted out the fiery red frost leaves on her sideburns, his face was calm:

"This is the Great Dao, I think that the little junior sister, as a book flipper, really wants to open this page, and this is also the knowledge that the sages will never tell you in the books."

I saw that the smile on the face of the noble girl of the Xie family was a little frozen, and she muttered: "In the old days, Wang Xie Tang was in front of Yan...... In the old days, the king thanked ......"

"Little junior sister, has she always felt that her own Ninth High Gate, the six-hundred-year-old lintel that stretches to the left of the river, can always exist, or can it be brilliant for a long time, and the same is true for other Guanlong Gaomen and five surnames and seven hopes? In other words, even if Wang Xie is gone, there will always be a new gate lord clan to replace him, for example, if I ascend to the top, there will be any Jiangnan upstarts such as the Nanlong Ouyang clan in the future? ”

The cheap son-in-law of the Chen Jun Xie family, one of the seven wangs surnamed Da Wu, asked himself and shook his head gently:

"Little junior sister, all the things given by Qingshi have already been secretly marked with a clear price, and a certain page of the history book has actually been prominently written...... These gatelord clans, who don't even pay attention to the emerging imperial examinations and arrogantly co-opt the Han Shishu people, at most, only have the time of Daqian and Da Zhou left, just like the fiery sunset in late autumn, it is the last brilliant glory.

"Since the pre-Qin princes turned into white bones, this group of gate lords who have risen for nearly a thousand years will also die."

Xie Lingjiang looked at the sweetheart in front of him with calm but extremely sonorous words.

(End of chapter)