Ouyang Rong, who had completely sobered up, honestly sent Xie Lingjiang back to Jingyiting.

Before we parted, I reached out to hug her, but was pushed.

But just as he was about to leave in despair, he was pulled back by his junior sister and nibbled together.

It's just that someone's lip has a small broken skin.

After the beautiful lady left, the carriage suddenly became empty, leaving only one person and a sword box.

The sword box and the [craftsman's work] inside were motionless, as if they were dead objects.

After Ouyang Rong entered the carriage, his smile gradually faded.

He sat upright, looking down at the sword box.

Somewhat straight-faced.

The atmosphere was a bit dead.

A certain little guy has never wanted his master to ignore it more than now. It would be better if he fell down and lost his memory and forgot all about it.

This death stare is so scary.

I don’t know whether it was following the bumps of the carriage or for some other reason. With a "squeak" sound, the sword box moved into the darkness under the seat, hiding most of the box body...

Ouyang Rong hummed softly, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

When they returned to the Huaiye Lane mansion, they sent Zhen Shuyuan and Ye Weila away.

In the study room of Yinbingzhai, Ouyang Rong walked in after a long day's work and threw the sword box and several sachets on the table.

"Snapped--!"

Mainly the sound made by the sword box.

The movement attracted the attention of a little guy on the top floor of the closet next to him.

Miao Si stuck out her little head, blinked curiously, and looked at the returning guests in the room.

She saw Ouyang Lianghan lying on the seat, his eyelids lowered, looking calmly at the long piano case in front of him.

The long piano case lay quietly on the table, motionless.

It's like a child who made a mistake. After returning home, in the silence of adults, he also shut up and kept his head down silently.

"Come out on your own." Ouyang Rong said angrily.

The Mohist sword box on the table was motionless.

"There's no point in pretending to be dead."

Ouyang Rong's stern face:

"Give you a chance to explain again."

Still motionless.

From an outsider's perspective, Ouyang Rong seemed to be talking to himself about a dead object.

"Weren't you very capable of reporting the news just now? Why don't you say anything now? I know that you are close to my junior sister, but you were betrayed by your own tripod sword. This is probably the first time in history that I have experienced this. I am quite honored."

The Mohist sword box swayed slightly, as if it was trying to defend itself.

"What, you said you are just bored and need some air?"

Ouyang Rong sneered:

"When is the ventilation not good? You can breathe when Junior Sister enters the carriage, but you can't sit still? When you secretly hid someone else's bellyband, why didn't you see your ventilation vibrating and notify Junior Sister to open it? You know how embarrassing it is.

"Now, just put a small sachet that doesn't take up any space, and you start to rebel and protest? Is it attacking you, or is it hindering you?"

The more Ouyang Rong said, the more unhappy he became. He leaned forward and opened the Mohist sword box.

As soon as a crack was opened, [Jizuo] slipped out with a "swish" sound and fled away.

Ouyang Rong turned around and saw that it was already hiding behind a little girl in Confucian dress who was peeking at her, hanging in the air and trembling.

Ouyang Rong frowned and walked over.

"It's useless for you to hide. Come down, I must teach you a lesson today."

Miao Si looked back and glanced at the pitiful, weak and helpless cauldron sword behind her. She opened her hands to protect the new cauldron sword. She nodded and said seriously:

"Ouyang Lianghan, for the sake of my face, forget it this time and spare it once.

"Is this little guy just born? It's normal for him to be ignorant. Little girl, don't criticize him too much. Besides, such spiritual intelligence is rare and should be cherished.

"If anything happens, I will help you educate me. Don't scare her."

[Arc] vibrates slightly and makes a soft chirping sound, which seems to express strong agreement.

It was a pity that Ouyang Rong didn't give any face to anyone. He twisted Miao Si's collar with two fingers and put it aside while she struggled with her teeth and claws.

"Which cookie are you?"

Ouyang Rong held the blue [arc] between his hands, returned to the table, and sat down again.

Stuffed it into the innermost layer of the sword box.

Press firmly with your palm.

"Let's face the wall and think about it first," he said sternly.

The sword box buzzed, and then the sound of struggling fell down, like a dead eggplant, listless.

Miao Si held on to the Taoist crown, jumped up on the desk, sat on the sword box, and swung his two short legs:

"Knife mouth, tofu heart."

As he spoke, he tapped the wooden box body below with his heel and coaxed:

"Your master just said it, he is pretending to be angry, don't be afraid."

The sword box suddenly became quiet and honest.

Ignoring Ouyang Rong who frowned at her.

Miao Si held his chin in both hands, looked at the sachet he brought back on the table, and asked curiously:

"Ouyang Lianghan, you are very lucky. There are so many sachets, can you wear them?"

"Go away, you little girl knows nothing about romance."

Someone who was in a bad mood today waved his hand and said angrily.

"I know this fairy very well!"

Miao Si crossed her arms and straightened her face:

"The books I have read are more than the salt you eat."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "That's not necessarily true. I used to eat fine salt."

"You do not believe?"

"Alright, can you come down? I don't have time to talk to you now."

"no."

Miao Si shook her head, glanced at him sideways, and said in a complaining tone:

"Every time you come home, you either bury yourself in your desk or fall asleep. You haven't come to see me for a long time. Tell me, are you tired of me?"

"..."

Ouyang Rong was speechless:

"Who did you get this resentful tone from? Don't talk about it outside in the future, or let others misunderstand you."

"What's the misunderstanding... Hehe, I just say that I understand very well."

"You understand, but can you come down?"

"No, I just like to be on top."

Miao Si took the opportunity to ask for a price and reached out to beg:

"Give me a sachet, I will use it as a bed."

"No."

"What, you can't bear to part with me?"

Miao Si jumped off the sword case and circled the yellow, orange and lotus white sachet on the table several times with her hands behind her back, exclaiming:

"Let's just say which one you like best and which one you are relatively indifferent to. Just give the one you are indifferent to to me, and I won't choose."

"You teach me how to do things?"

Just as Miao Si was about to nod, he was flicked away by a finger, and with an "ouch" sound, he fell onto a stack of rice paper on the edge of the table.

The little girl in Confucian attire said dissatisfiedly: "You are so rude."

"Can you change the words?"
To be continued...