Quiet little courtyard, under a pear tree.

The four of them sat around the stone table, picking up vegetables and eating.

After Ouyang Rong spoke, the atmosphere at the table fell into awkwardness.

It was dark, and the nearest lights were in the lobby, near the stone table in the courtyard, and the light was a little dim.

It's hard to see clearly the specific expression on Fang Juxiu's face.

But Fang Shengnan was already immersed in eating.

Although I don’t know what my sister said in the carriage during the day to the handsome young man they mistakenly thought of as their suitor.

But based on her understanding of her sister, she could roughly guess something.

Fang Shengnan felt embarrassed for his sister.

"ah?"

At the table, Zhao Qingxiu was still wearing a small apron, holding a bowl in her small hands, making curious noises, breaking the silence on the court.

There was a bowl of water prepared on the table. She dipped it in the water and wrote on the table.

[What happened during the day? Have you seen it?]

Ouyang Rong nodded and said with a smile:

"Well, it's just a one-time relationship, so it's just... a mistake. It's not an important thing anyway. You two girls should eat more. You're welcome. In other words, we are destined."

After being handed a step by Wen Xin, Fang Shengnan nodded quickly:

"Master Ouyang is right. We are destined to know each other."

Fang raised his sleeves with his eyes lowered and said nothing. Hearing what his sister said behind him, he couldn't help but turn his head and glare at her.

She pursed her lower lip, picked up the bowl and took a mouthful of rice. She couldn't help but raise her eyes and look at the handsome young man opposite who looked calm and was picking up food for the virgin.

Fang Shengnan, like his sister, glanced out of the corner of his eye and looked at Ouyang Rong curiously.

The two girls felt that they seemed to have discovered something extraordinary during this trip...

As if they didn't exist, Ouyang Rong casually asked Zhao Qingxiu if anything inconvenient had happened when he was not at home today, and then told some interesting things that happened to him during the day.

It's all a matter of money, rice, oil and salt.

But Fang Juxiu and Fang Shengnan saw that the more virgin lady seemed very happy to chat with him and listen to what he said. She kept writing on the table with her little hands, and the smile on her face was much brighter than before.

Mr. Ouyang also took the trouble to do so. He lowered his head and looked intently at the handwriting written hastily on the table by Juan Xiu. He answered seriously and spoke to her.

The two of them have a very good understanding of each other.

For example, right now, the more virgin lady had a grain of rice on her lips. Mr. Ouyang stretched out his hand, twirled the rice, put it into his own rice bowl, and continued talking with a calm expression.

This kind of daily tacit understanding, and the silky little cooperation, Fang Juxiu and Fang Shengnan have only met their parents. Their parents have been married for many years, and they are still famous for their love...

Fang Juxiu and Fang Shengnan looked at each other with complicated expressions in their eyes.

Some of them are shocking, and some of them are incredible.

This is the legendary Yue Virgin. Even though she is the lowest in the Queen's Palace now, she is the first in line to succeed Yuanjun. In the future, the successor Yuanjun, the Yunmeng Queen, and the other two ladies must obey.

her……

How dare you kid take advantage and steal the rice from the corner of her lips?

Fang Shengnan couldn't help but pinch the flesh of his thigh quietly, and hissed in pain.

Fang Juxiu stared intently at Ouyang Rong and Zhao Qingxiu, his eyes squinting as if he wanted to see why.

After Ouyang Rong took away the rice, Zhao Qingxiu, who was blindfolded with a sky-blue ribbon, subconsciously raised her hand to touch the corners of her lips.

Zhao Qingxiu's face suddenly turned red as she seemed to feel the opposite party raising her sleeves and the burning eyes of Fang Shengnan, the two newly arrived sisters.

【The soup is ready】

When the Fang sisters saw the virgin lady, who was blindfolded with a blue ribbon, leaving a message on the table, they wiped their aprons with their little hands, and some of them hurried to the kitchen to bring soup.

There was some silence around the table.

"You two don't want to eat, what do you think I will do?" Ouyang Rong took a bite of food and said without raising his eyelids.

Fang Shengnan swallowed, and before she could speak, Fang raised his sleeves and took a deep breath, trying his best to calmly say:

"Mr. Ouyang, my little girl's surname is Fang and her given name is Xiuxiu. Usually people around her call her Xiu Niang. Mr. Ouyang, please feel free to do so."

"Yeah." Ouyang Rong responded calmly: "Fang Jixiu, what a good name."

Fang Jixiu, who had long been accustomed to being praised, just said that he was being polite and flattering.

She turned her head directly and prepared to continue introducing to Ouyang Rong: "This is my sister..."

Unexpectedly, the handsome young man took a mouthful of rice, chewed it, and whispered:

"The fragrant sandalwood pricks the river and the rain falls suddenly, and the strong emotions are concentrated and the sleeves are raised...is this sentence from it?"

"What?" Fang raised his sleeves and was stunned, and said subconsciously.

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "It's nothing, girl, keep talking."

Fang raised his sleeves but lowered his head to taste it, then looked up at Ouyang Rong:

"I have never heard of this sentence before. The young master is really talented in writing."

Ouyang Rong shook his head modestly.

Fang Shengnan on the side couldn’t wait to interrupt:

"What about me? Is there a good poem for my name? Well, my name is Fang Shengnan. Mr. Ouyang can call me whatever I want. Just call me husband and wife. Is there a good poem to match it?"

Ouyang Rong, who was eating leisurely, almost didn't choke.

"Cough cough cough..."

"What's the matter, Mr. Ouyang? What's wrong with you?"

Fang Shengnan and Fang Juxiu looked at Ouyang Rong who put down his bowl and coughed with concern.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head to cover his mouth, coughed a few times, and couldn't help but look up at the carefree young man in green across from him.

"It's okay, Xiu Niang, the man's wife...forget it, I'll just call you Mrs. Fang, Mrs. Fang."

"That's okay, although calling me sister is a bit old." Fang Shengnan chuckled.

Fang raised his sleeves and glared at her.

At this moment, Zhao Qingxiu returned with a large bowl of steaming fish soup. She touched the edge of the plate with both hands and covered it with a wet towel.

When the Fang sisters saw this, they immediately got up and went to help.

"I'll do it." The two women rushed to say.

Ouyang Rong was about to get up, but stopped midway.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the two girls who respectfully took the fish soup from Xiu Niang's hand.

A large bowl of fish soup is placed in the center of the table.

Ouyang Rong stood up at this time and first scooped a bowl for Xiu Niang.

Taking turns to give Fang Jixiu, who was quietly observing him, Fang Shengnan served a bowl. He smiled politely and said in a gentle voice:

"Xiu Niang rarely mentions things at home. I really didn't expect friends like you to come here today. In a hurry, there is nothing to entertain, only some Taoshouzhai pastries and fish soup... I hope you two can help me."

Don’t blame me, girl.”

"Nothing, actually we didn't expect..."

The two women shook their heads like rattles.

At this time, they saw Zhao Qingxiu, who was sitting next to Ouyang Rong with her head down drinking soup, raised her head, her little blindfolded face seemed to be facing them, and she shook her head imperceptibly.

Fang raised his sleeves to hold down his loud-mouthed sister, and then changed the subject:

"How did Mr. Ouyang meet the little...little embroiderer?"

She swallowed the word "little master" and followed Ouyang Rong to change her words.

"It's a long story."

Ouyang Rong smiled heartily:

"We knew each other before at the Beitian Almshouse of Longcheng Donglin Temple, and we are considered old friends. At that time, I was lying in bed in the temple to recuperate, and one night I fell into a dry well..."

He briefly talked about the first time he met Xiu Niang, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes:

"I really didn't expect that Xiu Niang would come to the Beitian Nursing Home of Chengtian Temple again. I met her under the fireworks that morning... Sometimes I have to lament the fate of this world."

Fang Shengnan originally had a serious face, but as he listened, he couldn't help but feel moved:

"The encounter in the underground palace... started with the fate of passing water... and now we meet again. The young master said that we are both fallen people in the world. Yes, it is really a blessing to meet old friends."

His sister's shocked expression left Fang Jixiu speechless.

She was not so emotional, she frowned slightly, her eyes showed some worry, and looked at her
To be continued...