The night is as cool as water.

Drink ice cream.

In front of a small desk, Ouyang Rong, with a calm face, bent down and picked up Ye Weilai, who had silver hair like a waterfall and a sleepy head with a tilted head, like a princess.

Hug yourself back to the bed in the back room,

Ouyang Rong, who returned from a tired night, turned his head and glanced at the newly moved small desk in the outer room. The tabletop was piled with papers, official documents, abacus and other items.

In the past two days, with Wang Lengran's compromise, he returned to the Jiangzhou lobby and immediately started busy with the defense of Xunyang City, inspecting everywhere and returning home late every day.

In the past two days, the battle situation on the front line has become increasingly dangerous. Ouyang Rong's heartstrings were extremely tense, but he ignored Yin Bingzhai.

When I returned home tonight, I saw Ye Weilai reading at night and dozing off at the table.

The same goes for the small desk in the outhouse, which was moved to the bedroom on its own initiative.

If Ouyang Rong asked Ye Weilai to study in the past, it would be the same as asking her to go to jail.

The white-haired girl was thinking of ways to be lazy. After completing the designated learning tasks, she would never turn another page of the book.

But since that morning, when Ouyang Rong went to the West City Gate to pick up Zhen Shuyuan and Ye Weilai,

The little girl seemed to be a different person. For several days in a row, Ouyang Rong would see her lying on the table dozing off when he came home at night.

After carrying her to the bed, Ouyang Rong covered Ye Weilai with a quilt and took a look at her deep and peaceful sleeping face.

On the desk, the flame of the lamp swayed, making the two superimposed figures beside the bed sway and dazzle.

Ouyang Rong covered the sleeping Ye Weila with a quilt and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a small hand tightly grasped Ouyang Rong's arm that was supporting the bed.

He turned around and looked. He didn't know when Ye Weilai opened his eyes, and he didn't know if he had fallen asleep. His small face was so calm that it was strangely calm. Only a pair of blue eyes stared at him slightly, but the pupils were a little dilated.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and glanced at the girl's right hand that was tightly grasping his arm. The knuckles were so pinched that the blood faded.

Her small body is tight.

He turned his eyes again, Ye Weila's left hand also reached out from the quilt, and grabbed something under the pillow as if in a panic. A corner of the object was exposed, which was a bronze sword hilt.

Ouyang Rong caught a glimpse.

"Tan...Tan Lang." Ye Weilai muttered in her sleep as her blue eyes regained some focus.

She looked at the familiar beds on the left and right, took a long breath, stuffed the dagger back into her hand, quickly released her grip on Ouyang Rong's arm, lowered her head, feeling a little embarrassed:

"Tan Lang is back...just now...did the slaves get lazy and dozed off again?" The girl's voice sounded like she was half awake.

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "It's okay, just go to bed when you are tired, and study again during the day...Did you have a nightmare just now?"

Ye Weilai nodded, then shook her head.

Ouyang Rong was quiet for a moment and said:

"My aunt later said that you were very brave that day and stood in front of me immediately. You were even more powerful than she thought and it was beyond her expectation.

"But that Rong Zhen is, after all, an orthodox qigong practitioner in the palace. His rank may be higher than that of the junior junior sister. If he can't beat him, it's normal. He's not useless. There's no need for shame. Don't feel guilty."

"Oh." Ye Weilai lowered her head and buried her face.

When Ouyang Rong saw this, he closed his mouth to speak. He looked at the little white-haired head that poked out of the bed gently, rubbed it, and said no more.

Ye Weilai waited for a while, but didn't see him speaking. She couldn't help but look up and met his flat eyes.

"Tan Lang doesn't have any questions to ask Nuer?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

Ye Weilai's sleepy cheeks were a little startled.

He added:

"If you have something to say, I can listen to it. You can say it at any time."

Ye Weila was moved.

After a pause, the girl's face turned red and her ears were burning under the young man's soft gaze. She turned her blue eyes away and avoided sight.

The atmosphere in front of the bed was quiet for a while.

Ye Weilai suddenly said:

"She seems to be younger than Sister Xie and as big as Nu'er."

"ah."

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, and immediately glanced at the silver-haired girl's small breasts hugging the quilt.

Is this even better?

"Um."

A certain gentleman who showed his unswerving gaze in the carriage nodded subconsciously.

Then he saw Ye Weilai's wrinkled little nose, and he immediately realized that he was talking about age. He looked away calmly, shook his head and explained:

"It's just that they look the same size. I heard from my junior sister that the Qi practitioners of the Yin Yang family can maintain their appearance to a certain extent when they reach a certain level."

Ye Weilai couldn't help but say: "Even if she is older than me, it means that when she was the same age as Nu'er, her spiritual energy cultivation was very high."

"That's right, but she is Princess Caichang. She is not an ordinary palace maid. She was carefully selected and trained by the Empress and Si Tianjian. The resources she received are no worse than those of the junior junior sister. Don't treat her with common sense."

"But she is also a slave."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Yes, I am a slave, a slave of the common master of the world."

Ye Weilai's voice was a little louder: "Same goes for slave, he belongs to Tanlang. Tanlang is no worse than others."

Ouyang Rong gave her a chestnut and nodded expressionlessly:

"Okay, I thank you. But if your words get out, even a hundred heads of your Tan Lang will not be enough to cut off."

"It is." Ye Weilai defended in a low voice.

The person who deserved to be beheaded stopped talking and raised his hand to rub his white-haired little head silently.

"Is Tanlang sleeping?" she asked, biting her lip.

"I still have some unfinished business, so you can go to bed first and I'll take a shower."

"Slave, let me get you some water."

"No, I'll do it myself. You can rest."

Ye Weilai nodded obediently.

"okay."

She suddenly raised her upper body, twisted her fingers to pull open the slim waist ribbon, slowly took off her thin skirt, and tilted her head:

"It's hard to get dressed to sleep. Tanlang only knows how to put on a quilt. Well, remember to help me take it off next time."

Ouyang Rong was helpless: "You have become a little ancestor."

"Has Tanlang ever seen such a little ancestor..."

Ye Weilai whispered, her fingers kept sliding up the back of her neck, untying the knots of the green mandarin duck's bellyband, taking them off one by one, and handed them to Ouyang Rong. Her skin was as delicate as milk and dazzlingly white, and the girl suddenly smiled.

:

"They are all slaves, but that cold-faced Po-Rong Zhen is not as happy as the slaves. With Tan Lang's love, she can only serve a moody old woman all day long. No wonder she has a stern face, a cold face, and deep feelings.

Staying in the palace, everyone is considerate of others, and he knows his own warmth and coldness, humming, in this regard, the slave has won."

Ouyang Rong opened his eyes slightly and was speechless.

You can win here too, right?

But there seems to be some truth in what he said. That Rong Zhen, no wonder he seems to be taciturn and boring.

Ye Weilai lazily stuffed the skirt and small clothes to Ouyang Rong. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and huddled happily into the warm quilt. She narrowed her blue eyes and moaned softly.

Ouyang Rong didn't want to be tempted by the little girl's quilt.

After a while, after putting Ye Weila to sleep, Ouyang Rong stood up. Before leaving, he bent down to pick up the dagger beside her pillow, weighed it, and put it back again.

He turned around and left the back room, throwing the crumpled skirt, bellyband, and underwear into the clothes basket. When he passed a small desk, he rubbed his face:

"Are you so competitive? This girl..."

Return to the study.

Lone lamp in dark room.

Ouyang Rong sat alone and did not take a shower.

The night outside the window is dim.

He likes this feeling of silence and solitude.

After a while, Ouyang Rong stood up, went to the secret compartment, and fetched some things:

A sword box disguised as a piano box, a bronze mask, and a pill box,
To be continued...