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Chapter 88 Heart-to-heart talk under the moon, Wei Lai's tea art (two in one)

"But aren't you just suing me every day?"

"Woo no...it's different."

He heard the cry of the silver-haired girl in his arms.

Ouyang Rong was silent.

In fact, there is no need to ask, he vaguely understands most of it.

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

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

It even covered the sound of his breathing, and the sniffling sound of the girl in his arms.

It has become the main theme in the house.

Ouyang Rong guessed that Wei Lai might have forgotten to close the window just before going to bed.

A cold light slanted in from the window sill on the left, covering the two people's bed in white.

The moonlight that slipped down from the Guanghan Palace skillfully made irregular cuts to this silent bed.

The inner half is pitch black, and the outer half is bright silver.

A young man with black hair draped over his shoulders sat in the darkness with his arms extended.

The girl with white hair scattered all over the couch like snow was embracing the young man like an octopus. Her thin and petite back was exposed in the moonlight, and her waist-length hair was dyed silvery white.

Ouyang Rong had a strange cognition since he was a child. He felt that the moonlight is a very cold thing, at least it looks cold, but the darkness is extraordinarily warm, especially in the winter bed... Maybe it is related to someone in his childhood. It must be related to some accidental experience.

Therefore, when sleeping, I like to close the windows. 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.

It's an old problem, if he doesn't sleep late at night, some random thoughts will habitually pop up in his mind.

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

Ouyang Rong looked down.

He sat up with his upper body propped up under the quilt. Logically, his lower chest should be quite cold.

At this moment, being hugged tightly by Wei Lai, this girl is like a small stove, and she is not cold anymore.

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

The two round and small shoulders shrugged from time to time.

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

Ouyang Rong raised his hand subconsciously, paused for a while in the air, and then continued to stick out.

He wrapped his hands around the shaved back of the girl in his arms, and hugged him firmly.

The little girl trembled subconsciously.

Hug him tighter.

According to this hug, the atmosphere should gradually become ambiguous, but someone is obsessive-compulsive.

"ah!"

Wei Lai, who was burying her face, exclaimed.

It was found that the waist was suddenly embraced by the owner, and then her body turned 360 degrees in the air, as if she was about to be thrown out like a Frisbee.

She couldn't help but quietly raised her red face, and found that she wasn't rolled over and pressed down, but the owner rolled over and got off the bed with her in her arms, stood up, and then...

Run to close the window.

"..." Wei Lai.

Ouyang Rong was as agile as a leopard, no, as agile as a kangaroo, holding a "baby mouse" in his arms, and quickly ran to close the casement.

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

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

But the girl in my arms didn't weigh much. Before I brought it home, the rice weighed sixty catties, but now it has risen a bit, maybe seventy catties.

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

It's just that at the moment, the two of them didn't care about it.

The quilt is covered over the two people who are folded together.

The bed that lost the moonlight fell into the warm darkness again.

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

He looked into the darkness and sighed:
"It's been so long since I brought you back, and I haven't had a good heart-to-heart talk with you, and I don't know if you're used to it, or if you've been wronged... I was negligent."

A certain little head buried in his chest shook.

However, Ouyang Rong felt that there was also a suspicion of wiping away his tears and snot.

He twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, and raised his hand to stroke the soft long white hair.

In fact, he is not very good at coaxing girls.

The young man squinted his eyes and said softly, as if chatting:
"I always forget to ask, do you know where your hometown is?"

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

He nodded: "Well, yes, I'm so stupid, I definitely don't know."

"...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the original gossamer whimper suddenly became louder.

"Hey, just kidding."

Ouyang Rong rubbed the silly girl's head:

"Actually, I saw your hair color, eyes, and nose for the first time, and I suspected that you were a mixed race of Slavs and Germans. By the way, do you know about Slavs and Germans? Forget it, I guess you haven't yet. What about this concept?"

He sighed:
"However, the curves of your face are relatively soft and smooth. I don't know if it's malnutrition or some other mixed race... But no matter what, your hometown is indeed far away from the Great Zhou Dynasty, and you can go around here. It is a miracle for me to meet here."

"Slave... Slave belongs to the barbarians." The girl finally spoke again, in a timid tone, and whispered:
"They all say that barbarians are backward, barbaric, and ignorant. Master, you are a nobleman with black hair and black eyes. I am humble and ugly. Being able to serve you is a blessing I have cultivated in eight lifetimes. I beg the master not to abandon the slave, woo woo Woo..."

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

He lowered his head, staring at her red-rimmed eyes with a few strands of hair sticking to them, and said:
"What I want to say is, fuck the race of people, we are not noble, and you are not inferior, it is the same now, and it will be the same in 1000 years. The people who preached these things in ancient and modern times, the ones who started it, have no descendants?

"The good thing about the 'prosperous age' of the Great Zhou Dynasty is that it is indeed inclusive. The difference between Xia and Yi is only about culture. If you admire the Chinese clothes, you can learn to blend in, and you don't have to be born with low self-esteem."

"I like it. I really like the skirts, skirts, and brocade shoes worn by little ladies... they are so beautiful and elegant."

Wei Lai was excited, nodded vigorously, paused while talking, her small face was sad:

"Yes, but they said that I don't look good in skirts, and that my face will scare the master when I sleep at night..."

In the dark, Ouyang Rong held this pear-blossoming face with rain, and wiped the slightly darker red eye sockets with his thumb.

He stared at the pair of eyes that were a little blue in the darkness, and stated softly:

"Stupid girl, you are not ugly at all. In your hometown, you may be as beautiful as a fairy in a myth, but it is a pity...you have strayed into a country that will never appreciate your beauty, and it is also a country that is the most unfriendly to you." era."

Wei Lai was in a daze, grabbing the clothes around his waist with her two small hands, she looked up at the gentle young man, and suddenly asked nervously:
"Then why does the master like Nuer's face and Nuer's hair? Does he feel pity for Nuer? Or is it just comforting..."

Ouyang Rong smiled wryly:
"My vision is a little different from my aunt's and the others... I'm probably sick. It doesn't mean that I can appreciate your beauty... Forget it, the reason is very complicated. I have accepted some new things. , but did not abandon the things of the ancestors.

"Let's not talk about this, Wei Lai, you just need to know that in my eyes, you are indeed very beautiful. I... like it very much, or say, there is no way not to like beautiful things."

Wei Lai was stunned, raised her head slightly and stared intently at the sincere expression on his face.

"Owner."

She suddenly murmured.

"what?"

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

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

"Oh."

However, in the next second, the little white-haired girl who was kneeling on the young man suddenly straightened her waist, threw herself forward regardless, hugged the young man, and pecked him lightly on the face with her small head three times in a row.

The first move was too fast, and the kiss was in the wrong place and landed on his nose.

The second stroke, the right corner of the mouth with a bit of stubble.

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

"you……"

Ouyang Rong grabbed the arm of the sneak attacking girl with both hands and pushed her away.

He wiped the incense on his face and lips with his shoulders, and said speechlessly:
"Who taught you this trick?"

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

"Aunt said that there is nothing wrong with kissing the person you like. Didn't the master say that he likes slaves, and slaves also like masters very much. Just now I couldn't help but want to kiss you."

Ouyang Rong had a black line on his forehead.

As expected of a foreign girl, even a silly girl with low self-esteem is so simple and rude when expressing her liking.

"Don't make trouble."

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

"I just thought about it. The environment here is indeed too unfriendly to you. You are still young, so 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 your heart tonight, I wouldn't have realized it. In the future... I'll see if there is 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 her head vigorously.

"Why?" Ouyang Rong frowned.

"There is no master in my hometown."

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

"As long as the master likes it, I don't care about the others."

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

Wei Lai looked at him suspiciously:
"Of course the master can't marry slaves. Only a noble lady like Miss Xie can barely be worthy of the master. If the master allows the slave to stay by his side, the slave will be satisfied. How could he be jealous. In the future, the slave will also take good care of the mistress .”

Ouyang Rong: "..."

The co-author just said it for nothing.

He hesitated.

Seeing this, Wei Lai seemed to have lost her mind, her small body trembled violently, both hands clutched his sleeves, and begged bitterly:

"Is it because Nu'er just stole the master's kiss too presumptuously for a while, the master doesn't want to let the slave be a personal servant anymore, don't be a slave anymore?"

"no no……"

Ouyang Rong hurriedly comforted him, and the white-haired little girl threw herself into his arms like swallows falling into the forest.

Someone patiently hugged and coaxed her for a while with soft words, and then she was relieved, and the joy returned to the little face that was crying.

But to be honest, girls in this era are really easy to coax, there is no punch that makes him look black.

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

The little white-haired girl voluntarily got into her master's arms again, and continued to hug her tightly. When her long hair was stroked, her little face looked comfortable and satisfied, like a white-haired kitten lying on its master's lap and being rubbed.

On the bed, the two hugged each other quietly.

Ouyang Rong looked helpless.

To be honest, the little girl was so devoted and affectionate to him.

It must be a lie to say that my heart is not moved.

No matter how hard a man's heart is, it's hard to escape the tenderness of his fingers.

After a moment of silence, someone asked softly:
"Did my aunt beat and scold you when I was away during the day?"

Wei Lai paused and shook her head slightly:
"No."

"Have they ever bullied you?"

Wei Lai lowered her head and whispered:
"No. They... are very kind to me. The master doesn't have to worry about the slave, and he can go about his business at ease."

"Really?"

"real."

"Whoever lies gets spanked."

"Okay, lying girl... spanking."

The promise of the young girl's weak mosquito.

Ouyang Rong was dumbfounded for a moment.

He twirled his silver hair lightly with his fingers, frowned slightly and asked:
"Then why are you feeling a little bit wrong today? You just got into bed suddenly. You slept well a few days ago. There must be something going on today."

Wei Lai was silent.

Before talking tonight, she might cry to her master about being bullied during the day.

And from now on, Wei Lai won't mention it anymore.

She has already understood the master's intentions, she feels at ease, and has found the backbone of this life.

From now on, Wei Lai will not bother him about the jealousy of the daughters in the inner house.

She has to deal with it herself.

"Nurer really has something on his mind."

Wei Lai gently supported the man's warm chest with both hands, bit her lip and pushed gently, leaving his embrace.

She looked into his eyes and said timidly:

"Slave sniffed the master's coat, and there was a strange scent on it..."

"Let me tell you what's going on." Ouyang Rong was a little stunned, smiled and pouted:
"I had dinner in Yunshui Pavilion in the evening, and my colleagues wanted to go upstairs to drink tea. I couldn't shirk it, so I was pulled up. The tea master who came in was a woman, and the fragrance should have been picked up by her when we were in the same room."

Wei Lai couldn't help but wonder: "Master's tea art is so good, why does he need a tea art teacher?"

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

"Okay, you little girl has come to check on me too? Why are you lying to me? It's really normal to drink tea."

"Of course I know my master won't lie to me..."

Wei Lai bit her lips lightly: "However, this tea art master must not be very serious. He has touched the owner's clothes personally, because the inner clothes also have a scent."

Ouyang Rong was taken aback:
"What kind of nose is this?"

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

Wei Lai's small face hesitated to speak.

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

"No."

The white-haired girl shook her head and said softly:
"Nu'er wants to say... If the master wants to experience the tea ceremony, he can find Nu'er, instead of going out to find those prostitutes."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said indifferently:

"You said just now that I am good at the tea ceremony, and I used it to find you..."

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

She stared at him like a greedy cat, narrowing her eyes and whispering:

"No, I mean... the tea ceremony taught by the tea art master... I can also do it, and..."

Ouyang Rong felt a surge of righteousness under him, which was a bit difficult to suppress:

"And what?"

The little white-haired girl lowered her eyes and said softly:

"And if the master is not satisfied, he can also guide..."

Ouyang Rong: "..."

Immediately, someone felt the tentacles of the octopus stretching down in a daze not long ago.

Haoran's righteousness was about to leak.

　This chapter is two in one, and the code is slightly slower.But there will be another chapter in the morning!
　　
　
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