"Brother is you hungry?"

“Not hungry.”

"Give me, brother." The girl's soft and soft voice sounded again in a slightly dialect.

"Uh, I'm not thirsty, okay, thank you Ah Qing." He took it, took a sip, paused and said:

"A Qing doesn't have to work hard. I'll sit for a while and leave. I have something to deal with. The time is not yet up. Let's take a look at you."

"good."

After a moment, Ouyang Rong's helpless voice sounded in the room:

"No need to move the heating stove, it's not too cold. I just arrived and my body was hot. Wait, this stove has so much dust, how long has it been put under the bed? This yard has its own equipment?

"I didn't find this thing when I was bedridden by Sanhui Hospital before, and I didn't find it, Ah Qing, how did you get it?"

"I don't know how long." Ah Qing whispered: "I saw it when I moved in and cleaned it. The old abbot sent some charcoal the day before yesterday and tried it. I haven't used it."

"I really don't have to work, I'll leave right away... Okay, you have to use it too, right? Let's go a little bit, let me go, this copper thing is heavy and difficult to move, it's not as big as it is, let's go a little bit..."

After some busy schedule, a fire was lit in the house.

Ouyang Rong patted the gray on his hand, let out a long sigh, took the wet towel handed by A Qing, wiped the gray mark on his face, and then wiped it.

He looked around and asked:

"There are some cool labors to be done. By the way, what else is missing at home? I will bring it to you after finishing my work..."

He nagged, and the pretty girl in front of him tilted her head, listened quietly, and didn't bother to talk too much, so he twisted a towel for him.

After a while, Ouyang Rong found a small hand quietly reaching out to him and touched the hem of his clothes.

A Qing gently twisted the fabric material and silently took it back.

"What's wrong?"

Ah Qing shook her head and didn't say anything. It seemed that nothing had happened and smiled shyly.

Ouyang Rong pondered for a moment, suddenly stretched out his hand and asked for it:

"Give it."

Ah Qing shook her head.

Ouyang Rong didn't say anything, looked at her and curled his lips:

"You want to freeze your brother to death. It's autumn. I've been waiting for your autumn clothes for a long time. My brother has to come to Longcheng to get it in person, right?"

He pretended to be unhappy.

A Qing's pretty little face with the word "Yue" was stunned. Then she hurriedly ran away and took out a big bag that had been prepared for a long time from the inner room.

The little girl handed it to him with awesome eyes.

I opened the bag and it was neatly arranged inside, with three sets of densely packed black, gray and white stitched jackets.

Ouyang Rong reached out and touched it, it was very thick.

I couldn't help but look up at the little girl who was so nervous and guilty, and didn't know how many nights she had been busy with these carefully prepared robes.

Liulang said that the little girl would work at Beitianji Nursing Home during the day and work as a handyman. She would take care of Liu's mother when she came back at night...

"Well, it's not bad. I'll forgive you for your sake. I'm not allowed to hide it next time, I know if it's not."

Ah Qing lowered her head: "I know."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but stretch out his hand and rubbed the pretty girl's head that was not a sister but better than a sister with a big hand.

Unlike other cute and lively feeling given by other girls of the same age, Ah Qing is shy and shy. Except for being tied up and thinking she was about to die when she was in trouble and leaving messages with tears in her eyes at the end of her death, she never talked much, but it made people feel pity and distressed.

Suddenly being killed by a head touch, Ah Qingtong blushed and bowed her head and was dull.

A few strands of black hair were rubbed and slid down to her forehead.

Ouyang Rong carefully discovered that Ah Qing's hair quality is not much better.

In the past, she was considered a yellow-haired girl, which was the child in the ancient Chinese books, and she always gave Ouyang Rong a feeling of malnutrition.

Now I don’t know if my body has grown up or if I have met Ouyang Ronghou’s food conditions have improved.

A Qing's long hair is black and shiny, with a smooth and shiny.

Ouyang Rong was quite pleased.

only……

His eyes narrowed slightly and fell on the conspicuous tattoo of "Yue" on A Qing's forehead.

Ouyang Rong touched his head and killed his right thumb, and polished the tattoo on her forehead, muttering some:

"In the future, we can see if we can find a way to wash it off. There should be such a method in the Qi training circle."

Ah Qing understood and immediately shook her head: "No."

Surprisingly disobeyed Ouyang Rong.

He was curious: "Why? You can't fall in love with tattoos."

Ah Qing lowered her head, raised her little finger and shook her forehead until her red ears:

"He used to have it, but when he saw it, he thought of it..."

Ouyang Rong was silent immediately.

The two, one of them lowered their heads, and the other looked out the window at night, speechless for a while.

"Brother tried to get off the jacket. After a year, I don't know if the size is right."

Ah Qing took the initiative and stood up and walked over.

Ouyang Rong nodded and tried it, and looked at the underwear during that time.

The most common autumn clothes in this era are actually a type of clothes with double layers inside, also called "tender clothes".

Fill in velvet, cotton and other items when cold, take out the filling inside when warm and wear it alone.

But at present, there is no such thing as cotton.

Therefore, the internal filling and external weaving of "coats" are determined by their economic level and social status.

Of course, Ouyang Rong is not short of underwear.

The clothes made by the younger sister, Xunyang Prince's Mansion, and the aunt made him are made of silk and satin, and are filled with expensive velvet such as gold, which is very warm.

Of course, the three autumn clothes made by A Qing did not have velvet to her.

Ouyang Rong touched it calmly, and it should have been filled with reeds and grass floss.

It is also the standard for most poor families.

Of course, for poor families, it is great to wear something that can be worn, so I can't care about so much.

However, after Ah Qing made the autumn clothes, she didn't deliver them for a long time. She probably thought of some identities and felt inferior.

Ouyang Rong was silent.

After trying the shirt made by A Qing, it was quite good for her body. Ouyang Rong smiled, took off her first, and changed into her original thin clothes.

Ah Qing was stunned and lost in her eyes.

Ouyang Rong folded his wardrobe neatly, stuffed it into the bag, put it back on, and said softly:

"I like the clothes very much, but I'm going out later. I'm afraid it will get dirty, so I put them in place first. You can keep them for me and wait for me to come back."

A Qing nodded vigorously: "Okay, wait for brother."

Ouyang Rong smiled.

...

"I checked Zhao Rushi's body the day before yesterday and investigated the wound. Zhao Rushi was quickly cut by an extremely sharp object and cut off his head.

"This kind of uniform wound is unheard of, and I can only guess at the preliminary estimate that it is the wound of a sword.

"Actually, I have to describe it. In the impression of humbleness, there is also a kind of sword that has a similar effect of cutting the head and cutting the cross section."

Rong Zhen walked in front and asked coldly: "What sword?"

The middle-aged female official who was born in the Luoyang palace said calmly: "Emperor Wen."

The girl in the palace dress in front of her stopped her steps.

The middle-aged female official felt a cold look.

It was Rong Zhen who stared at her.

The middle-aged female official smiled bitterly and shook her head:

"Of course it's impossible for Emperor Wen. I thought too much. If it were a mythical thing like Emperor Wen, how could the Ding Sword be used to kill a small guerrilla general? If it was a Ding Sword, why wouldn't there be dazzling sword energy left behind?

"At present, every tripod sword recorded in the Sitianjian has its own distinctive sword energy, and the sword holder cannot hide it, unless it is an unknown tripod sword magic power, but this is far from it.

"The sword energy cannot be seen in Zhao Rushi's head section, it is ordinary, but it is also extremely uniform.
To be continued...