Chapter 385

139. Old Time Wang Xie Hall Front Swallow

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"Did you eat a pancake with sesame seeds in the morning?"

In the carriage that had been quiet for a long time, a soft female voice that made men's legs soft sounded.

"How did you know?"

"Full pancake taste."

"Hmm, makes sense. Then Xiao Shimei must have eaten pickled radishes, in the morning."

"No!" She refuted at the first time, anxiously: "I... I was empty-stomached, ate several candies in advance, so there was no pickled radish taste. That was eaten yesterday, and it's been a night."

Fraud out the words, Ouyang Rong blinked:

"So Xiao Shimei expected this would happen, so she specially prepared? Then why did Xiao Shimei bring so many people here, hmm, didn't you expect them to be on the way when you went out? No wonder, I thought Xiao Shimei was intentional this morning, but now it seems, you actually ate candy to wait for me..."

"Nonsense, didn't wait for you." Xie Lingjiang hurriedly denied: "I... I prepared candy for what, just wanted to eat candy, Ru Shixiong don't be narcissistic."

Ouyang Rong looked down, her eyes dodging like a little deer.

He smiled and suddenly said:

"Actually, when you bit me yesterday, there was no other taste, Xiao Shimei doesn't need to be anxious."

Xie Lingjiang bit her lip, and after a while, her voice was small and resentful: "You didn't even ask what flavor the candy was."

"No matter what flavor, it's not as sweet as you."

She turned her gaze away, feeling sweet in her heart, but said: "You only know how to coax me... hmm."

Xie Lingjiang was blocked again, staring slightly...

"Wait."

She leaned back and detached, her hand back of her hand wiped the silver long line that was broken and connected between the two.

"What's wrong?" Ouyang Rong took a breath and asked curiously.

Xie Lingjiang's lips looked swollen, red and shiny. She bent down to pick up the fox-white fur shawl at her feet, and then the delicate body shrinking in Ouyang Rong's arms raised her head. Her moth eyebrows were curved, and her delicate and small nose bumped Ouyang Rong's nose.

Nose to nose, she wrapped the fox-white fur shawl from the back of Ouyang Rong's head, and finally wrapped the head and tail of the white shawl to the back of her own head, crossing and tying it.

So the two embracing, two heads "buried" in the snow-white fox fur, merged again.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but smile.

How is Xiao Shimei like a child...

"Hmm, don't laugh!" She scolded him.

Sensing the twitching corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth, the words she spat out were a bit slurred.

Ouyang Rong smiled silently.

"Hmm..."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly felt that the vermilion rouge on her mouth when she went out today was painted in vain.

"Hiss, why bite again, Xiao Shimei, are you a tiger?"

A moment later, Ouyang Rong's helpless voice sounded in the carriage, along with the sound of gasping for air.

"Suddenly hate you." Detached, panting and lying on his chest, Xie Lingjiang hummed twice: "Can't I? Hmm?"

"Cough cough, okay, you are happy."

She poked his nose and lips with a finger, narrowed her eyes and said: "Let's see if it's still dry, dry."

Ouyang Rong looked at the two little tiger teeth exposed under Xiao Shimei's red lips, and felt that women were really sharp-toothed, he blinked:

"Don't dare anymore, it says spare me, heroine."

"Oil-mouthed and slippery-tongued."

"You discovered this, it's careful."

"Say it again?"

Xie Lingjiang pulled the fox fur shawl wrapped around the back of his head, like a fine hook pulling back a fish.

Ouyang Rong hurriedly leaned back, barely dodging the two little tiger teeth showing off their power.

After playing for a while, Ouyang Rong finally restrained Xiao Shimei again, and after coaxing her with sweet words in her ears, she became a little obedient, lying honestly in his arms, but a finger was drawing circles on his chest.

Ouyang Rong laughed, feeling that he was almost becoming a koala.

Xie Lingjiang, who was being stroked, suddenly straightened her slender waist, raised a beautiful little face, and touched Ouyang Rong's lips that were bitten yesterday with her finger belly, asking in a low voice:

"Does it hurt?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head, thought for a moment, and deliberately sold misery to supplement: "It's just hard to explain. When I went home last night, Aunt and Wei Lai asked."

She tilted her head, giggling: "Then what did you say."

"I said I was on fire."

"Hmph, big liar..."

"Where is it a lie, isn't it just being set on fire by your teasing?"

"You always don't know shame when you speak, what kind of ability is it to take advantage of me, hmph."

"Didn't Xiao Shimei take advantage of me less?"

"You are not allowed to talk nonsense!"

Ouyang Rong couldn't help laughing and was pinched by the little girl who stared at him, his voice became muffled, and he was held firmly by her.

However, he also had a countermeasure, which was newly developed in the past two days.

A moment later, a pair of big hands became restless again, flowing upwards, dutifully patrolling the child's canteen, which was rich and abundant in food.

Xie Lingjiang instantly quieted down, lying on his chest, burying her little face deeply, motionless, only the occasional suppressed soft groan came out.

This serious, arrogant, yet shy and clumsy appearance made Ouyang Rong couldn't help but hug her tighter with both arms.

Took a deep breath.

When feelings are deep, they are naturally thick, how can you bear to give up when the meaning is thick?

Recently, he has been a bit unable to control himself when being intimate with her.

Intimate relationship, advancing by leaps and bounds.

From the hand-in-hand running in the heavy rain after the birthday banquet,

To the enthusiastic embrace heart-to-heart at the entrance of the monk temple,

To the clumsy biting now.

Even regardless of the occasion.

Ouyang Rong finally climbed this highest mountain he had ever seen in his life.

Picked two high-ridge flowers.

Xie Lingjiang's face buried in Ouyang Rong's chest was a bit dazed.

Especially after being newly developed to climb a certain scenery that overlooks all mountains.

Couldn't help but hug his back tightly, lying on his shoulder with a red face, muttering without a sound.

Ru Shixiong is getting worse, always pushing an inch and advancing a bit.

But he accurately grasped the scale, not making people hate it.

Step by step, advancing day by day, making it hard to refuse.

Just don't know why men are obsessed with that place.

Shouldn't it be something that infants and children love?

Or is hers special, so he is strangely obsessed.

Xie clan noblewoman's face was flushed, not daring to look at him.

Deep in her heart, she was both shy and sweet, but she couldn't give birth to a trace of resistance, but had a strange feeling.

In the carriage where the queue was like a turtle crawling, Ouyang Rong suddenly withdrew his hand from the soft beauty's village.

"Go! Don't wait."

He picked up the fox fur shawl, put it on Xie Lingjiang again, his movements were careful, and a moment later he turned and got off the horse.

Xie Lingjiang's face was flushed, and her dazed and blurred eyes looked at his decisive back with some surprise.

Ouyang Rong put his head out of the carriage curtain, gave a few instructions to the Xie family steward, who took the order to lead Dongmei over.

Ouyang Rong got off the carriage, got on Dongmei, refused other horses, reached into the carriage, and invited Xiao Shimei, who was bowing her head and quite flustered to tidy up her clothes:

"Get down."

Xie Lingjiang was shy, Ouyang Rong didn't give her time to react, got into the carriage, hugged her waist, left the carriage, and put her on Dongmei's back.

Under the gaze of Xiao Shimei's apricot eyes wide open, he smiled lightly, rode the horse alone, and carried her out of the city.

"Hold on, don't let go."

The two rode a horse together, galloping all the way, going to the place where the maple leaves in the forest were the most fiery red.

Xie Lingjiang hugged his waist tightly, her black satin hair blown by the strong wind, flying in the wind. She turned her head in the wind and looked at Ru Shixiong who was happily "talking nonsense" in the wind with dazed and clear eyes.

She likes his occasional jumping and unexpected style of conduct.

Likes his unrestrained and bold style.

Also loves the strange and amazing poem fragments that occasionally pop out of his mouth on weekdays.

Although Xie Lingjiang didn't know what Ru Shixiong was frowning and worrying about, or muttering and mocking himself when he was alone.

But this mysterious, profound, martyr-like temperament made Xie Lingjiang, who had been following the rules and reading books seriously since childhood, very fascinated, like looking at the abyss and being attracted by the abyss and jumping down.

Today, going out of the city to enjoy autumn, many passers-by were enjoying the maple forest. Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang deliberately avoided the crowded places and ran into the deep forest.

Half an hour later, Dongmei came to a quiet and uninhabited valley deep in the maple forest.

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned the book and got off the horse, jumped up, picked a fiery red maple leaf on the roadside tree, turned and returned, his face focused, and inserted it obliquely on Xie Lingjiang's black hair.

Wearing a fiery red maple leaf on the temples is the autumn makeup popular among noblewomen in the Great Zhou Dynasty after autumn.

Ouyang Rong looked carefully and nodded with satisfaction.

The beauty's vermilion lips are redder than maple leaves.

Frost leaves are redder than spring flowers.

Xie Lingjiang tilted her head, touched the red leaf, lowered her head shyly, and smiled sweetly.

Ouyang Rong stroked her beautiful face with his palm and suddenly asked seriously:

"How does Xiao Shimei think the book-flipper should break the mirror?"

Xie Lingjiang reacted and immediately said: "Naturally, flip through ten thousand books and walk ten thousand miles."

"Then what book knowledge is Xiao Shimei lacking?"

Xie Lingjiang frowned and thought carefully:

"I am familiar with classics. Looking at it now, I may be lacking in poetry and songs. Ru Shixiong is quick-witted and hides poetic wisdom. Can you teach me some? Just like the poem just now."

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes: "Did Xiao Shimei understand the He Xin Lang just now?"

"Not fully, but I feel it is exceptionally heavy. Can Ru Shixiong recite it again?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "Poetry is a small path, I don't teach it. If you want to learn, learn the Great Dao."

"Great Dao? What does Ru Shixiong think is the Great Dao?" Her beautiful face returned to seriousness, her tone expectant: "Please teach me, Ru Shixiong."

She clasped his hanging palm tightly with her five fingers.

Ouyang Rong was silent for a while, took the soft and smooth back of the beauty's hand, rubbed it with his finger belly, was quiet for a while, leaned his face against the back of her hand, and said softly:

"Send another poem to you, and by the way, tell you some things that you will never read in the ten thousand volumes of sages."

"Things that can't be read... what are they?"

Ouyang Rong didn't speak, returned to the horse, took out some simple paper and pens from the cloth bag carried on the horse's back, caught a red leaf spinning and dancing in the air, padded it on the horse's back, and wrote several lines of ink characters on the red leaf with a pen.

Ouyang Rong held the red leaf with two fingers and handed it to Xie Lingjiang with a smile.

Xie Lingjiang, the Xie clan noblewoman wearing autumn makeup with maple leaves, took it curiously, looked at the fresh ink on this red leaf, and read softly:

"Wild grass and flowers by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, the setting sun slants at the entrance of the Black-Clothed Lane... Old time Wang Xie... Old time Wang Xie hall front swallows, fly into the homes of ordinary people."

Xie Lingjiang's voice slowed down and stopped.

The air between the two fell into silence.

The jujube-red big horse beside was burying its head and stealing grass, and the autumn wind blew through the full forest of red leaves.

Only the "shasha" sound of red leaves remained in the world.

Ouyang Rong raised his hand, focused and carefully tidied up the fiery red frost leaves obliquely inserted on her temples. His face was calm:

"This is the Great Dao. I think as a book-flipper, the book that Xiao Shimei really needs to open is this page. This is also the knowledge that the sage books will never tell you."

Only to see the Xie clan noblewoman's smile froze a bit, muttering and chewing: "Old time Wang Xie hall front swallows... Old time Wang Xie..."

"Does Xiao Shimei always feel that her family's nine-generation high gate, this six-hundred-year-old lintel extending to the left of the river, can continue to exist, or can be brilliant for a long time? Or other Guanlong high gates, Five Surnames and Seven Wangs are the same? Or, even if Wang Xie is gone, there will always be new gate valves to replace them? For example, if I climb high in the future, there will be some new Jiang Nan nobles like the Nanlong Ouyang clan?"

The cheap son-in-law of the Chen Jun Xie clan, one of the Five Surnames and Seven Wangs of the Great Zhou Dynasty, asked and answered himself, shaking his head lightly: