He was raised by the Jiangnan Water Town, but the current Jiangnan Water Town is more like a remote place with barren mountains and rivers. Jiangnan Road is not that rich and prosperous among the ten roads in the world.
Even if it is not as good as Guannai Road, the political and economic center of the dynasty, it is also difficult to compare with Henan and Hebei, the traditional hinterland of the Central Plains.
However, the suitable soil and water climate in the south cannot be changed, and it still produces a girl as smart and beautiful as Ah Qing.
Petite and exquisite, thin and soft, with delicate features and beautiful eyes.
Her black hair is thick and smooth, held up with a wooden hairpin.
He has a white and square forehead, curved eyebrows, and a small nose and small mouth.
Ah Qing also has a pair of big, lacquered eyes that are as full of energy as a deer, like two black pearls falling into sweet white sugar.
Her slender eyelashes curled up, and her big eyes blinked together with her obedient appearance as she sat next to Ouyang Rong, lowering her head docilely, picking up the rice with chopsticks, and chewing slowly without making any sound.
It looked very charming.
However, Ouyang Rong felt that the eyes of the girl next to him were not as big as Wei Lai's Western-style eyes, but she had a small hibiscus face, which made her eyes extra wide and delicate.
Two styles.
One is a Wuyue girl from Xiaojiabiyu, and the other is a delicate and lovely white-haired lolita.
At this moment, one of them was sitting next to Ouyang Rong, too shy to look at him; the other was standing behind him, serving him rice and vegetables.
Not all of the dishes on the table today are spicy dishes from Nanlong's hometown. Only half of them are, and the remaining half is salty and sweet.
After all, we have to take care of the taste of the invited Liu Ashan family.
Although my aunt is a bit aggressive and sometimes very subjective, she is pretty good at housekeeping and hospitality.
Ouyang Rong was quite satisfied with this.
For some reason, Mrs. Zhen was particularly fond of Liu's mother, who was over fifty years old.
On the round table, two women were chatting.
As for the other three.
Ouyang Rong looked serious and concentrated on challenging the Yunshui Pavilion cook's spicy dishes.
Liu Ashan is so bored that he has to cover his head to work hard;
Ah Qing is shy and doesn't dare to reach out to pick up dishes that are too far away. However, the versatile Zhen is flexible and considerate. She glances at her from time to time and picks up dishes for her with a smile, which makes the little girl blush with embarrassment.
It may be that Liu Ashan has been following Ouyang Rong these days. He talks little but is honest and capable, and he has performed well in her eyes.
Or perhaps he felt that it was quite reassuring to have a follower following his nephew who was always ready to dive into the water to save others.
Mrs. Zhen was very satisfied with this dull man, and she was very enthusiastic towards the Liu family today, but she didn't have the airs of a master.
While chatting with Liu's mother, Madam Luoqun glanced at Ah Qing from time to time, served her some vegetables, and occasionally asked her some questions about her daughter's family.
She really likes this girl from the Liu family. She seems to be well-behaved and lovable. She is said to be diligent in running the house. She knows that she is very good at taking care of men without even thinking about it.
Isn't this more suitable than a white-haired girl to take care of Tanlang?
Unfortunately, the only thing that is a bit regretful is the tattoo of the word "Vietnam" on the forehead of this girl from the Liu family.
Zhen ordered Banxi to go to the kitchen to bring longevity noodles. She turned around, took Ah Qing's little hand, and said in a loud voice:
"You can treat this place like home, and you can come and hang out whenever you have nothing to do. You are Ah Shan's sister. Tan Lang also mentioned it before and said that he treats you like his sister."
"Madam, Ah... Ah Qing knows."
The pretty girl nodded as if taking medicine, glanced sideways at the handsome young man next to her who was taking a breath, and buried her head with red ears.
Zhen laughed and squinted at the person who was secretly competing with Cai:
"My son, please don't show off."
She turned back and asked: "Do you have a handkerchief?"
Ah Qing and Wei Lai moved almost at the same time.
Wei Lai was faster, holding a folded light pink handkerchief in both hands.
Ah Qing may have thought that Mrs. Zhen was talking to her, so she quickly took out a handkerchief and timidly handed it to Mrs. Zhen.
The woman sitting at the table took Ah Qing's handkerchief with a smile, as if she hadn't noticed the white-haired maid's fragrant handkerchief that was closer to her.
Ah Qing reacted with an apology on his face.
Facing the chuckles of the companions waiting next to her, Wei Lai didn't look annoyed at all. She took back her scented handkerchief with her face as usual and stood quietly beside Zhen.
Mrs. Zhen said to Ouyang Rong: "Wipe it, your head is covered with sweat."
Ouyang Rong took the handkerchief and did not wipe the sweat on his temples. He casually wiped his numb mouth and still said harshly: "What sweat? Where is the sweat?"
Mrs. Zhen smiled, feeling quite satisfied with the newly hired cook, and thought about asking Banxi to pay more monthly fees.
If you want to conquer a man, you must first conquer his stomach. The same is true for letting Tan Lang take care of the family. If there is a good cook at home, naturally he will not run out every day to some land of smoke and willows... The Luoqun woman has a clear mind.
After that, Ah Qing finished eating the longevity noodles carefully, and the others also ate a lot, especially Ouyang Rong, who was immediately numb and spicy, and had to drink three cups of herbal tea to suppress it.
After dinner, everyone sat down in the front hall to rest and chat.
"Ah Qing, I'm ashamed to say that I don't have much to offer. I'll give you a small gift."
Ouyang Rong took the book he brought back from Wei Lai's hand, spread out the pages, took out a blue handmade origami, and handed it to the delicate girl with a grateful and curious face in front of everyone.
"Thank you, sir. I'm busy, but I still remember Ah Qing..."
Ah Qing whispered with some emotion, and at the same time took the gift with both hands, put it on his knees together, lowered his head and looked at it:
This is a "blue butterfly flower".
The only difference is that it is different from the bunch of butterfly flowers that brother gave me in the afternoon.
It is made of indigo paper, folded and pieced together.
What’s even more interesting is that this paper blue butterfly flower is made of small Pythagorean paper pieces arranged in a spiral overlapping arrangement.
Ah Qing was stunned when she saw it, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times. She raised her head and looked at Ouyang Rong in surprise.
Ah Qing is a craftsman and is naturally ingenious and good at handicrafts. Children's games like origami are no stranger to her.
Although paper is an expensive item in the study nowadays, it is not uncommon in the Guyue Sword Shop run by the Liu family. There are some companions around her who like to collect waste paper from the sword shop and sell it for money.
Ah Qing naturally knows some paper art, but the "blue butterfly flower" folded by the master now is the first time she has seen it.
Very simple reason.
Pansies are shaped like butterflies, with many arcs.
And he used a pile of small pieces of Pythagorean paper to spirally form arcs... How could he still do this?
The Zhen family, Liu Mu, Liu Ashan and others beside them didn't pay much attention to the gadget in A Qing's hand. They paid more attention to Ouyang Rong's feelings.
The pretty girl who likes handicrafts sat silently on the chair, lowered her head, touched the triangular piece of paper with her little hands, and her little face showed some thoughts from time to time.
Seeing her interest, Ouyang Rong went to sit on the chair next to her and explained with a smile.
Ah Qing asked out of curiosity from time to time. He explained patiently, and Wei Lai also came to listen.
In fact, this is not an advanced paper art. It was something Ouyang Rong learned casually when he was tutoring a cute little niece in her kindergarten handicraft class in her previous life. It seems to be called iris folding and iris folding.
After a while, Ah Qing plucked up the courage, raised his little face, looked at Ouyang Rong seriously and said:
"Thank you, sir!"
She really likes this origami blue butterfly flower.
Afterwards, everyone chatted in the hall for a while. Seeing that the night was getting darker, Liu Ashan's family was about to say goodbye and leave.
Before parting, Ah Qing took out a folded new robe from somewhere, and carefully handed it to Ouyang Rong, avoiding his gaze and said:
"Master, I had some free time a few days ago and made you some clothes. Thank you... thank you for taking care of my brother."
Ouyang Rong was stunned. Madam Zhen had already stepped forward, took over the new robe for him, twirled the fabric with her fingers, and praised:
"Aqing made this? This needlework is really good."
The pretty girl stood with her hands behind her back and looked at her embroidered shoes.
Ouyang Rong also looked at this robe with dense stitching and couldn't help but said:
"How do you know about my... Um, thank you, Qing, for taking the trouble."
I was about to ask Ah Qing how he knew his size, but then I remembered that a shirt was left with Ah Qing at Donglin Temple last time. I guess the girl had measured the clothes silently at that time, so she really took the trouble.
Ouyang Rong was a little touched.
Liu Ashan's family is indeed honest. If you treat them well, they will repay you a hundred times a thousand times.
And there are many, many ordinary people like this in this world.
Liu Ashan left with his mother and sister.
Mrs. Zhen directed the maids to clear the table.
Ouyang Rong asked Wei Lai to put away the new robe and return to the courtyard to rest.
After bathing.
Ouyang Rong read for a while in front of the desk in the outer room, feeling lost in his thoughts. The night was quite dark.
When his eyelids were a little tired, he rubbed his eyes, got up and went to the back room.
As soon as he passed the bead curtain, Ouyang Rong saw a silver-haired maid with sideburns sitting curled up on an embroidery stool next to a table with an orange butter lamp in front of the window.
The girl under the dim light had her eyes closed and her little head lowered. She was nodding her head again and again. The two strands of hair next to her ears were also jumping up and down, like a chicken pecking at rice, dozing off.
Ouyang Rong laughed dumbly, but he saw that she was holding some needlework and fabric in her hands.
On the table next to him, there was a new robe that Ah Qing gave him during dinner.
Ouyang Rong's smile gradually faded, he walked silently and closed the window.
He turned around, folded the new robe, put it aside, and took out the needle and thread that was still clinging to the little sleepy finger.
"Well……"
Wei Lai's shoulders suddenly shook and shrugged, her eyes were still closed in confusion, and she muttered between her pink lips: "What... what time is it..."
He didn't answer and blew out the lamp.
The young magistrate picked up his silver-haired personal maid face to face and walked towards the bed with only a quilt left.
"Fool, what's the comparison?" he said softly.
In the dim room, Wei Lai, who seemed to be awake but not awake, subconsciously hugged the young man who exuded the familiar aura of a man. Her silver and smooth hair hung on his thick shoulders, like a snow-white waterfall hanging on the cliff, and she dreamed in her mouth.
Noh:
"Master...Master..."
"uh-huh."
"Slave... all slaves can learn..."
After a moment of silence, "Okay."
"Owner……"
"exist."
"It's so kind of you……"
"Fool." The voice paused, "Go to sleep, what are you doing... stop kicking the quilt."
"Well...but...but Master..."
"Um?"
"I want to pee..."
"..." Ouyang Rong.
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PS: I’m here, I didn’t sleep! There is something that must be foreshadowed in this chapter, I’m so exhausted...