Chapter 88: Heart-to-heart talk under the moon, Wei La Tea Art (two-in-one)
"But aren't you just complaining to me every day?"
"Oh no...it's different."
Hearing the cry of the silver-haired girl in his arms.
Ouyang Rong was silent.
In fact, there was no need to ask, he vaguely understood 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, but the sound of insects in the grass in the courtyard suddenly became louder in my ears.
It even drowned out his breathing and the sniffling of the girl in his arms.
It became 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 shone in from the window sill on the left, spreading a white mist on their bed.
The moonlight that slipped down from the Guanghan Palace cleverly cut this silent bed into irregular sections.
The inner half is dark, and the outer half is silver.
A young man with black hair hanging down his shoulders sat in the darkness with his hands on his hands.
The girl with white hair scattered all over the bed like snow hugged the young man tightly like an octopus. Her thin and petite back was exposed in the moonlight, and her waist-length hair was dyed silver-white.
Ouyang Rong has had a strange understanding since he was a child. He feels that moonlight is a very cold thing, at least it looks cold, while darkness is particularly warm, especially in the winter quilt... It may be related to someone from his childhood.
Maybe it’s related to some accidental experiences.
Therefore, I like to close the windows when sleeping. It would be better if there are curtains.
Why does this stupid girl always forget to close the window? She is so stupid...
Ouyang Rong, who was holding an oil bottle, was a little distracted.
He had an old habit. If he didn't sleep late at night, he would habitually have random thoughts in his mind.
On the bed in the back room, after a few simple questions and answers, silence fell for a while.
Ouyang Rong looked down.
He propped up his upper body and sat up under the quilt. Logically speaking, his chest underneath should be quite cold.
At this moment, Wei Lai was holding her tightly in her arms. This girl was like a small stove, and she was not cold anymore.
However, her shaved 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 because I'm cold or because I'm crying.
Ouyang Rong subconsciously raised his hand, paused for a moment in the air, and then continued to reach out.
He wrapped his hands around the girl's back in his arms and held her firmly.
The little girl trembled subconsciously.
Hug him tighter.
If the hug continues like this, the atmosphere should gradually become ambiguous, but someone is suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"ah!"
Wei Lai, who was burying her face, exclaimed in surprise.
She found that her waist was suddenly hugged by her 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 was not being pinned down by rolling over, but that the owner was holding her, rolling out of bed, standing up, and then...
Run and close the window.
"..." Wei Lai.
Ouyang Rong was as agile as a leopard, no, as agile as a kangaroo. He held a "rat baby" in his arms and ran to close the window quickly.
Then he quickly returned to the bed, lay down again, and covered himself with the quilt.
Ouyang Rong let out a long breath, his obsessive-compulsive disorder finally felt better.
But the girl in my arms didn't weigh much. She weighed sixty kilograms of rice before she took her home. Now she has gained some weight, maybe seventy kilograms.
Ouyang Rong leaned his upper body against the head of the bed, and Wei Lai lay in his arms, but the current posture was a bit like sitting on the waist.
But at this moment, neither of them paid attention to this.
The quilt was covered above the two people who were stacked together.
The bed that lost the moonlight fell into warm darkness again.
Ouyang Rong noticed 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. I don't know if you're used to it or if you've been wronged... I was negligent."
The little head buried in the chest shook.
However, Ouyang Rong felt that he was also wiping his tears and nose.
He twitched the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to touch the long, silky white hair.
Actually, I'm not very good at coaxing girls.
The young man narrowed his eyes and whispered softly, as if chatting:
"I keep forgetting to ask, do you know where your hometown is?"
The little head buried in his chest was shaking again "wiping nose".
He nodded: "Well, that's right. If you are so stupid, you must not know."
"...wuwuwu..." The original gossamer-like whimpering in a certain white-haired man's mouth suddenly became louder.
"Ahem, just kidding."
Ouyang Rong rubbed the silly girl's head:
"Actually, when I saw your hair color, eyes and nose for the first time, I had some doubts that you are a mixture of Slavs and Germans. By the way, do you know whether Slavs and Germans are different? Forget it, I guess I haven't yet.
What about this concept?”
He sighed:
"However, the curves of your face are relatively soft and smooth. I don't know whether it is due to malnutrition or other mixed blood... But no matter what, your hometown is indeed very far away from the Zhou Dynasty. You can go around in a roundabout way to get there.
It's a miracle for me to encounter you here."
"Slave...slave is from the barbarian tribe." The girl finally spoke again, her tone timid, and she murmured in a low voice:
"They all say that the barbarians are backward, barbaric, and ignorant. Master, you are a noble with black hair and black eyes. The slave is humble and ugly. Being able to serve you is a blessing earned by the slave for eight lifetimes. Please don't leave the slave behind, woo woo."
Woo..."
Ouyang Rong shook his head and forced the silver-haired girl's head to straighten.
He lowered his head, stared into her red-rimmed eyes with a few strands of hair stuck on them, and said:
"What I want to say is, damn the human race. We are not noble, and you are not inferior. This is the case now, and it will be the same a thousand years from now. Those who preach these things in ancient and modern times are the originators, and they have no descendants?
"The good thing about the 'prosperous age' of the Zhou Dynasty is that it is indeed inclusive. The differences between Xia and Yi are just based on culture. If you admire Chinese clothes and clothes, you can learn to blend in and don't have to be born with inferiority complex."
"I like it. I really like the skirts, shirts and brocade shoes worn by the young ladies... They are so beautiful and elegant."
Wei Lai was excited, nodded vigorously, paused as she spoke, and her face became sad:
"Yes, but they said I don't look good in a skirt, and they said my face would scare the master when he sleeps at night..."
In the darkness, Ouyang Rong held the pear-shaped face and wiped the slightly darker red eye sockets with his thumb.
He stared at the pair of dark blue eyes and stated softly:
"Stupid girl, you are not ugly at all. In your hometown, you may be as beautiful as a fairy in mythology. It's a pity... you mistakenly entered a country that will never appreciate your beauty, and it is also the most unfriendly country to you.
era."
Wei Lai was stunned, grabbing the clothes around his waist with her two small hands. She raised her head and stared at the gentle young man, and suddenly asked nervously:
"Then why does the master like slave's face and hair? Does he pity slave? Or is he just comforting..."
Ouyang Rong smiled bitterly:
"My vision is a little different from that of my aunt and others... I'm probably sick. That doesn't mean that I can appreciate your beauty... Forget it, the reason is very complicated if you look into it deeply. I have accepted some new ideas.
, but I haven’t abandoned the things of my ancestors.
"Let's not talk about it, Wei Lai. You only need to know that in my eyes, you are indeed very beautiful. I... quite like it. In other words, I can't help but like beautiful things."
Wei Lai was stunned, raising her head slightly and staring intently at the sincere expression on his face.
"Owner."
She suddenly murmured.
"What?"
Ouyang Rong was spreading Wei Lai's white hair in front of his forehead, and carefully tucked the white hair moistened by tears behind his ears. He was slightly stunned when he heard this.
"It's okay." She shook her head.
"oh."
However, the next second, the little white-haired girl who was kneeling on the young man suddenly straightened her waist, rushed forward regardless, hugged the young man, and pecked his face three times with her little head.
The first move was too fast, the kiss was in the wrong place and landed on his nose.
The second time, I hit the right corner of my mouth with a bit of stubble.
The third time, he pecked the front lip and stayed on it. His clumsy little mouth seemed to want to explore inside.
"you……"
Ouyang Rong grabbed the attacking girl's arm with both hands and pushed her away.
He casually wiped the fragrance on his face and lips with his shoulder, and said silently:
"Who taught you this trick?"
Wei Lai tilted her head, staring straight at him with a pair of gray foggy blue eyes. She shook her head seriously:
"Grandma said that there is nothing wrong with kissing the person you like. Didn't the master say that he likes the slave? The slave also likes the master very much. He just couldn't help but want to kiss you."
Ouyang Rong has a black line on his forehead.
As expected of a foreign girl, even if she is a silly girl with low self-esteem, she is so simple and crude when expressing her love.
"Don't make trouble."
Ouyang Rong stared into the eyes of the white-haired girl who was smiling innocently in the dark, and he said seriously:
"I just thought about it. The environment here is indeed too unfriendly to you. You are still young and you shouldn't always live in the eyes of others."
After a pause, he still felt that hometown is very important to a person: "If you hadn't confided in your heart tonight, I wouldn't have realized this. From now on... I'll see if there is a chance for you to return to your hometown..."
"I won't go back!" Wei Lai, who was looking at him with a silly smile, 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, it's fine. I don't care about other people."
Ouyang Rong said deliberately cruelly: "But it is impossible for me to marry you."
Wei Lai looked at him doubtfully:
"Of course the master cannot marry a slave. Only noble ladies like Miss Xie can be barely worthy of the master. If the master can allow the slave to stay by his side and serve him, the slave will be satisfied. How can he be jealous? In the future, the slave will also serve his mistress well.
.”
Ouyang Rong: "..."
What I just said about co-authorship was in vain.
He hesitated to speak.
Seeing this, Wei Lai seemed to have lost her mind. Her small body trembled violently, her hands tightly grasped his sleeves, and she begged bitterly:
"Did the slave just secretly kiss the master and be too presumptuous? The master no longer wants the slave to be his personal maid, so he no longer wants to be a slave?"
"no no……"
Ouyang Rong hurriedly comforted him, and the little white-haired girl threw herself into his arms like a swallow in the forest.
Someone patiently hugged and coaxed her with kind words for a while, and then she felt at ease, and joy returned to her little face that had been crying.
But to be honest, girls in this era are really easy to coax, and there are no punches that can make him black-eyed.
Wei Lai sat on her master, straightened her waist, lifted up her silver hair with both hands, tied a simple high ponytail with a red rope, and pulled it to her left shoulder. Then she took the initiative to grab the master's right hand and placed it on her snow-like tuft.
On top of her silver hair, her big gray-blue eyes looked up at him obediently.
The little white-haired girl took the initiative to get into her master's arms and continued to hug her tightly. When her long hair was stroked, the look of comfort and contentment on her little face was like a white-haired kitten lying on her master's lap and being petted.
On the bed, the two hugged each other quietly.
Ouyang Rong looked helpless.
To be honest, the little girl loved him with all her heart and soul, she was so affectionate.
To say that my heart is unmoved is definitely a lie.
No matter how strong a man's heart is, he can't escape the tenderness of his fingers.
After a moment of silence, someone asked softly:
"Did your aunt beat or scold you during the day when I was away?"
Wei Lai paused for a moment and shook his head slightly:
"No."
"Did Banxi and the others bully you?"
Wei Lai lowered her head a little and whispered:
"No. They...are all very nice to me. Master, you don't have to worry about your slaves. You can just go about your business."
"real?"
"real."
"Those who lie will be spanked."
"Okay, you lying girl... spank her."
The girl's frail, mosquito-like promise.
Ouyang Rong was speechless for a moment.
He gently twisted his silver hair with his fingers, frowned slightly and asked:
"Then why are you in a bad mood today? You suddenly got out of bed just now. You slept well in the past few days. Something must have happened today."
Wei Lai remained silent.
Before tonight's heart-to-heart talk, she might cry to her master about being bullied during the day.
From now on, Wei Lai will not mention it again.
She has already understood her master's intentions, feels at ease, and has found the backbone of her life.
From now on, Wei Lai will not bother him anymore about these jealousy matters among his daughters.
She has to handle it herself.
"Slave does have something on his mind."
Wei Lai gently placed her hands on the man's warm chest, bit her lip and pushed gently, getting out of his arms.
She looked into his eyes and said timidly:
"The slave sniffed the master's coat, and there was some strange fragrance on it..."
"I said what's going on." Ouyang Rong was a little surprised, and smiled and curled his lips:
"After dinner at Yunshui Pavilion in the evening, my colleagues wanted to go upstairs to drink tea. I couldn't resist, so I was pulled up. The tea master who came in was a woman, and the scent must have been picked up by her when we were in the same room."
Wei Lai couldn't help but wonder: "The master's tea art is so good, why does he need a tea master?"
Ouyang Rong opened his mouth to explain, paused, and pinched her straight little nose:
"Okay, you little girl has come to check on me too? Why are you lying to me? You are indeed drinking tea normally."
"Of course the slave knows that the master will not lie to me..."
Wei Lai bit her lip gently: "However, this tea master must not be serious. He has touched the master's clothes personally, because the inner clothes also have fragrance."
Ouyang Rong was stunned:
"What kind of nose is this?"
He nodded and admitted: "It's true that she was a little immoral and careless, but I didn't touch her. Instead, I gave her some guidance."
Wei Lai's little face was about to speak but stopped.
Ouyang Rong tilted his head slightly, "Don't believe the master?"
"no."
The white-haired girl shook her head and said softly:
"Slave wants to say... If the master wants to experience the tea ceremony, he can find slave, and there is no need to go out to find those prostitutes."
Ouyang Rong chuckled and said carelessly:
"You just said that I am great at tea ceremony, and you still used it to come to you..."
But before he finished speaking, he noticed something was wrong with the little white-haired girl's expression.
She stared at him like a greedy cat, narrowed her eyes and whispered:
"No, I mean...the tea master knows the tea ceremony...slave can also do it, and..."
Ouyang Rong felt that there was a surge of righteousness under his body, which was a bit difficult to suppress:
"And what?"
The little white-haired girl lowered her eyes and spoke softly:
"And if the master is not satisfied, he can still provide guidance..."
Ouyang Rong: "..."
Immediately, someone felt the tentacles of the octopus that he had been unconscious about not long ago reaching out.
Haoran's righteousness is about to leak out.
This chapter is two chapters in one, so the coding is a bit slow. But there will be another chapter in the early morning!