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The dark night was like ink splashing all over the fields, and the two clusters of bonfires in the open space suddenly tore the darkness apart.
There was no one around one of the bonfires.
Another bonfire brought two figures, one tall and one short, to a very long time.
A woman's sad question broke through the silence.
Immediately there was a silence that lasted for unknown lengths.
The firewood piled with dead branches burned silently, and the tongue of flames tangled and twisted like countless red and golden pythons. Sometimes it curled up into a dark blue core and licked the charred bark, and sometimes it burst into orange-red feathers and rushed into the void.
The crackling sound of pine resin mixed with the cry of the night owls. Each explosion made the fire tremble, and the deformed shadows of the men and women around the bonfire suddenly pushed the deeper darkness.
The girl in purple bellyband is closest to the bonfire.
Ouyang Rong saw that the sparks behind her were like fireflies flying against each other, rising in the heat waves. Before she could touch the stars in the sky, they turned into ashes and drifted away.
Occasionally, a few particles crash into the wind, wandering among the bushes lightly and darkly, like elves wandering in the wilderness.
At this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly smelled the burnt smell of wet wood-fruit leaves burning, blocking his nasal cavity and suffocating.
"Crack--!"
Another sound of dry firewood exploding branches.
The fire shook and suddenly pushed the shadows of the two people in front of the bonfire away toward both sides, pushing them toward deeper darkness.
At this moment, the slender figure belonging to the man walked upstream and walked to the curled figure of the woman who was about to be pushed into the darkness.
Rong Zhen's purple skirt had fallen off the ground, and she only wore a purple bellyband on her upper body. In the cold wind, she hugged her chest tightly.
Ouyang Rong walked away, took off his only remaining inner shirt, and wrapped it around Rong Zhen.
Rong Zhen suddenly reached out and pushed his chest.
"Get out!"
Ouyang Rong continued to approach and put on her clothes.
She simply freed up her hands to push hard.
"Get out, get out!"
Ouyang Rong was persistent and directly bullied himself, wrapping the girl with a moon-white shirt tightly around the purple bellyband.
Rong Zhen was originally a petite loli, and her hands stretched forward, not long. Even when she was against Ouyang Rong's chest, Ouyang Rong still surrounded her arms and couldn't escape.
Rong Zhen turned around and wanted to run away, but Ouyang Rong was tightly wrapped in his clothes and surrounded him in his arms.
"You let go of this palace. I am not a lowly woman. Please respect yourself!"
She struggled.
Ouyang Rong felt that it was even harder to press than the pig during the New Year.
He spoke:
"Don't move, tie your hair."
Rong Zhen's body suddenly froze.
Doubt whether I heard it wrong.
When she looked back, she saw Ouyang Rong with her naked upper body and chest, there was a mandarin duck jade hairpin on her palm. She was taken out at some time and was about to pick her up her hair.
The reversal...or happiness seemed to come too suddenly, Rong Zhen's face was stunned.
Seeing that she didn't struggle anymore, Ouyang Rong freed up her long black hair.
He whispered:
"You are not a lowly woman. You have done everything a woman can, including your shame and what the world may think of as lust."
Rong Zhen's little face instantly turned red, and he asked in a naughty voice like a little girl:
"Didn't you push me away? Aren't you leaving?"
Ouyang Rong didn't look at her beautiful little face, and stared at Youlu's hairpin seriously:
"I am a man, and I have not yet transcended the sage who ignores my instincts, but I, Ouyang Lianghan, have no virtue and ability to receive this gift directly from God.
"You are a flower, but I am not a gardener. I am a foreigner who accidentally entered the garden. I have to slowly smash this garden that provides you with.
"What you want most in your heart is a gentleman like butterfly, flying around you all day long, becoming the embellishment and nourishment of the garden. I cannot pretend not to know it because you don't realize it. If you accept you, you will accept this assimilation by default."
Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and said seriously:
"I think I am a calm, rational, courageous and fearless scholar, but these days, I have to admit that if you taught me a lesson, I will be unsatisfied and irrational, not decisive or fearless, and indecisive and looking forward to the future.
"What you did is a recognition of the 'Gentleman of Lianghan'. Thank you for examining me like this."
Rong Zhen couldn't help but say, "You, you speak human words! Don't talk about big truths."
Ouyang Rong was silent for a while, continued to tie her hair for her, and lowered her eyes and said:
"I am not a gentleman, please be careful of me."
Rong Zhen suddenly turned around and interrupted his hair tie at the same time. His black hair was scattered again, making Ouyang Rong's chest itchy.
She stepped forward, her eyes choked:
"I don't care whether you are a gentleman or not, but a man who cannot look directly at his instinct is a man. If you have the ability, you can hug him. If you face the instinct directly, you can push him away, and what kind of man is a man."
Ouyang Rong held a hairpin in his hand and said word by word:
"If you just pretended to be stupid and hugged the princess, it would be your greatest contempt for the princess. Such a passionate mistake would be the real despised princess."
Rong Zhen was wearing a shawl in a black hair shawl. After hearing Ouyang Rong say it, his little face still looked at him with some excitement.
When she pushed it away at that moment, most women would feel disgusted and rejected, let alone her with strong self-esteem.
Rong Zhen slowly buried her head and whispered:
"A fool, a fool."
"What?"
Ouyang Rong didn't hear it clearly.
Rong Zhen didn't answer, sniffed and said:
"You are not a gardener, and I am not a vase. What you want is not a gentleman. What you want is, yes..."
After swallowing the straightforward word, she took a deep breath, and said with great force:
"If I say I am willing to smash that garden with you? Do you dare to hug me?"
"Your surname is Wei."
"This is my mother's surname, and it is given by the saint. I don't want my surname to be Wei, and I don't want to have any connection with Wei Jiesi and others."
Rong Zhen was a little excited and shook her like a bean poured on the bamboo tube:
"At that time, the saint and his mother had a deep affection and looked down on her father's poor family background, and she didn't like her mother's marriage far away. After ascending the throne, she summoned her mother back to Beijing, hoping to remarry her mother, but she was afraid that her father would not give up her reputation. She wanted her father to take the initiative to make a retreat, but her father refused, so her father was demoted to a remote place...
"In the end, neither my mother nor my father went to Luoyang. Only my palace went to the palace alone. He was given the surname Wei and was given the title of Princess. However, I never thought this was a gift. I don't like the surname Wei, so don't regard me as a bird of theirs."
Ouyang Rong calmed down, gradually frowned, as if he was deeply thinking.
Rong Zhen tilted his head and asked:
"According to your words, your junior sister Xie Lingjiang is also a flower in the garden. You can accept her accompanying you to smash the garden, why is another flower not good? You have never thought about it. This is very unfair? Just because it was her first? This is unfair.
"Ouyang Lianghan, you just say, dare or dare not, willing or unwilling? I only need to answer one word, just one word."
Ouyang Rong hesitated for a while and said cautiously:
"I may not be able to return to Beijing immediately. I promised my aunt and junior sister to bring the embroidery girl back intact, and I also promised the embroidery girl to take her to Luoyang."
Rong Zhen almost blurted out:
"I can tolerate embroidery, and I can tolerate embroidery, and I can tolerate it more than her. I have seen embroidery in Xingzifang before and told you once. I wonder if you remember it. I said at that time that this blind and mute child bride is sincere to you, and the heaven can tell you. You must treat her well and live up to this love, otherwise I will have misunderstood you."
Ouyang Rong couldn't help asking:
"But you were still jealous just now. You saw my embroiderer's sword..."
Rong Zhen's face turned red, and her eyelashes trembled and denied:
“No jealous…”
He paused and said unhappy:
"That was a mistaken thought that you would not go back here, just for her, and you were indeed too kind to her, so good that people...
"That day, you brought Yi Guan money to Xunyang Grottoes. Didn't you think about anything else just by looking for the snow-capped candle to redeem people?"
When Ouyang Rong was quiet, Rong Zhen stared at him and said:
"I want to listen to the truth."
Ouyang Rong turned his face.
Her face was still as calm and firm as Rong Zhen was familiar with, but her words were filled with joy.
"Thinking."
He said.
Rong Zhen seemed to suddenly breathe a sigh of relief.
She smiled slightly:
"This is enough." He tilted his head and said, "This is enough."
Ouyang Rong suddenly said:
"I'm really good at smashing it, no joke."
Rong Zhen asked with no fear, raised his head and asked:
"It's like destroying the big Buddha the day before yesterday?"
Ouyang Rong leaned forward slightly:
"What I destroyed the day before yesterday was just a Bodhisattva made of mud, and what I wanted to smash the Buddha in people's hearts."
The man in front of him was obviously shirtless and a little chilled and funny, but in Rong Zhen's eyes staring at him, there was an indescribable aura of aggression.
She knew that he did what he said and always did.
Rong Zhen's heartbeat was a little faster inexplicably, just like playing drums.
She looked away and lowered her head to lift her black hair.
"I will not stop you men's affairs."
Rong Zhen raised his head again and said softly:
"But no one can hurt you, as long as I am here, only I can hurt you in this world."
When Ouyang Rong heard this, her voice gradually became weaker. Her cold little face, which was always cold in front of him tonight:
"You ruined my body tonight. You used to steal my bellyband and stole my innocence early on. I can only be yours. If you let me down, I will..."
Ouyang Rong always felt that the word "scrap" was inappropriate, but it was inconvenient to say that he was afraid of destroying the atmosphere and making her unhappy, and said that he liked to argue and was serious.
Seeing the girl with purple bellyband looking straight at her eyes, Ouyang Rong subconsciously asked:
"Otherwise what?"
Rong Zhen snorted coldly, without answering.
While Ouyang Rong was still thinking, she suddenly said:
"Every year, I accompanied my palace to visit the Luoyang Lantern Festival every Lantern Festival, and drank carp soup once a month."
Li Li is homophone, and Qian Rule stipulates that carp should be released when it is obtained, but it is still not allowed to be eaten. It is called Chili Gong... Today, the Great Zhou Dynasty can eat it, but it is a food of the rich.
Ouyang Rong looked a little tight:
"The bachelor of Xiuwenguan can answer riddles when visiting the lantern festival. It seems indecent to spend money, so it is better not to buy things; as for carp soup..."
Rong Zhen glared at him and said anxiously:
"Luoyang Five Rivers circumference, Yellow River carp is equivalent to rice."
Ouyang Rong looked serious and slapped her palm on her shoulder:
"Carp soup, enough."
Rong Zhen stretched out his hand and pressed his calm beating heart:
"A gentleman's words?"
Ouyang Rong’s key points:
"It's hard to chase after all!"
The lingering sound revolves around for a moment, and the world seemed to be quiet.
It seems that something has changed, but it seems that everything is as usual.
Rong Zhen and Ouyang Rong looked at each other straight for a while, and her eyes gradually became shy and she lowered her eyebrows:
"Don't be stupid and tie my hair to me."
Ouyang Rong immediately walked behind Rong Zhen and continued to tie her hair and hair, with an extremely serious expression.
After a while, the girl with purple belly band tied a simple high bun on her head, just like a married woman's hairstyle.
Rong Zhen raised his hand and stroked the high bun, becoming more and more happy.
Ouyang Rong sat down, took the roasted rabbit meat, tore it apart half and handed it to her for food.
Rong Zhen buried his head and chewed a little bit.
Ouyang Rong also lowered his eyes and filled his stomach.
For some reason, they clearly expressed their hearts and made an appointment with love, but the atmosphere between the two became a little silent.
Perhaps because both parties are proud and respectful people, the enemy quarreled in the past, and they were going to die, but at this moment they made rapid progress and the relationship changed qualitatively.
Although it is natural, it is also twists and turns.
Familiar and strange.
It is love in the heart and gritting teeth and hatred.
There are 30,000 words in the world, but the word "love" is the most difficult to write.
Just as his eyes were silent and the air was quiet, the inner shirt covered by Rong Zhen slid down to the ground.
Ouyang Rong immediately bent down to pick it up, just about to put it on for her again.
"I am here."
Rong Zhen whispered, took the inner shirt with his back hand, wrapped it around Ouyang Rong, and then picked up the Confucian shirt and put it on Ouyang Rong one by one.
But she didn't tie him a belt, Ouyang Rong's chest was open.
After dressing up, Rong Zhen's head drooped a little low:
"Don't move."
I saw that she took the initiative to step forward and her small body shrank into Ouyang Rong's arms.
Hold his waist tightly.
This time the girl with purple belly bands fell into her arms, Ouyang Rong did not make any mistakes again. She hung her hands at a loss for a while, gradually put them down, landed on her slightly cool naked arms, rubbed and stroked them to get the heat.
The two sat by the bonfire together and hugged each other quietly.
Ouyang Rong stared at the firelight in front of him, and could not see Rong Zhen's expression, but he could feel the girl's delicate body as hot as a small stove, and the fragrance of his hair lingered on the tip of his nose, which was a little itchy and couldn't help scratching.
In this embracing posture, he could hear Rong Zhen's heartbeat and even breathing from the tip of his nose. Her eyelashes trembled, making Ouyang Rong's skin itchy on his neck.
She seemed to be asleep, dreaming, motionless.
Ouyang Rong sat upright, staring straight, and after waiting for a while, his eyes were sore when he looked at the bonfire.
Just sit down...
At one moment, Ouyang Rong raised his right hand on Rong Zhen's little arm, scratched his nose, and put it down, as if he was about to land again...
At this moment, Rong Zhen's eyebrows frowned and his little face suddenly raised.
Ouyang Rong quickly withdrew his hand and looked down, but he didn't wait for her to catch the thief with coquettish eyes.
I saw Rong Zhen’s face full of worry, and he muttered to him in a low voice:
"Lianghan, you said that after we hugged us for so long, will we be pregnant with Liujia?"
Ouyang Rong:…?
At this moment, he suddenly understood what the female Lord Shi said just now, "I ruined her" means.
Chapter completed!