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Chapter 425 The old king Xietang Qianyan

"Did you eat pancakes dipped in sesame seeds this morning?"

In the carriage that had been quiet for a long time, a woman's soft voice sounded, so soft that the man's legs went weak.

"how do you know?"

“Full pie flavor.”

"It doesn't make sense. That junior sister must have eaten pickled radish this morning."

"No!" She retorted immediately and said hurriedly: "I ate several candies on an empty stomach in advance so that the smell of pickled radish doesn't exist. I ate them yesterday and it lasted all night."

After lying, Ouyang Rong blinked:

"So, junior sister has expected this situation, so she specially prepared it? Then why did junior sister bring so many people here? Well, did she not expect that they would drop by when she went out? No wonder, I thought that junior sister would come here today It was intentional a long time ago, but now it seems that he went out of his way to eat sweets and wait for me..."

"Nonsense, I didn't wait for you." Xie Lingjiang hurriedly denied: "I...I am planning to do something in advance. I just want to eat sweets. Senior brother, don't be so pretty."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and looked at her, her eyes evasive like a deer.

He smiled and suddenly said:

"Actually, when it bit me yesterday, there was no other smell. Little junior sister, you don't have to worry about gains and losses."

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

"No matter what the taste is, it's not sweet."

She looked away, feeling sweet in her heart, and said, "You will coax me...well."

The noble daughter Xie was gagged again and stared slightly...

"and many more."

She suddenly leaned back and broke away, and the back of her hand rubbed the long silver thread between the two of them.

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

Xie Lingjiang's lips seemed to be swollen and red. She bent down to pick up the fox white fur shawl at her feet, and then her delicate body curled up in his arms raised her head. Her eyebrows were curved, and her delicate nose was raised. Under Ouyang Rong's nose.

Nose to nose, she wrapped the fox fur shawl around the back of Ouyang Rong's head. Finally, the snow-white shawl was wrapped around the back of her head and tied crosswise.

So they hugged each other, and their two heads were "buried" in the snow-white fox fur, mingling again.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but smile.

Why is my junior sister acting like a child...

"Uh, don't laugh!" He scolded him.

As if aware of the corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth, the words she hurriedly uttered were somewhat unclear.

Ouyang Rong laughed silently.

"Well……"

Xie Lingjiang suddenly felt that the vermilion rouge on his lips when he went out today was white again.

"Hey, why are you biting again? Junior sister, are you a tiger?"

After a while, Ouyang Rong's helpless voice sounded in the carriage, and at the same time there was a slight gasp of air.

"Suddenly I hate you." After pulling away and lying on his chest, panting slightly, Xie Lingjiang grunted twice: "Can't you? Huh?"

"Ahem, okay, as long as you're happy."

She poked his nose and lips with a green onion finger, narrowed her eyes and said, "I think it doesn't have a dry mouth or a dry tongue."

Ouyang Rong looked at the two little tiger teeth exposed under the red lips of the little junior sister in his arms, and felt in his heart that the woman is really sharp and sharp. He blinked:

"I don't dare anymore, it said the heroine spare her life."

"Grumpy."

"You've noticed all this, so be careful."

"Can you say that again?"

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

Ouyang Rong hurriedly leaned back, narrowly avoiding the two mighty little tiger teeth.

After fighting for a while, Ouyang Rong finally restrained his junior sister again. After a while of coaxing her with sweet words, he made her behave a little and lay in his arms. However, a green finger drew a line on her chest. Circle.

Ouyang Rong laughed and felt like he was almost turning into a koala.

Xie Lingjiang's slender waist suddenly straightened up as he was being touched. He raised his pretty face and raised his hand to touch Ouyang Rong's lips, which were bitten yesterday, and asked in a low voice:

"Does it hurt?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head, thought for a while, and added deliberately: "It's just hard to explain. When I got home last night, my aunt and Wei Lai were still asking."

She tilted her head and smiled: "Then what do you say?"

"I said get angry."

"Hmph, big liar..."

"Where did I lie? Isn't it because you provoked me to anger?"

"You are always shameless in what you say. How can you take advantage of me?"

"Junior sister also took advantage of me, okay?"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but have his nose pinched by the glaring little girl for a while. His words made Ouyang Rong angry, and she pinched him hard.

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

After a while, a pair of big hands became dishonest again, and went up the river, dutifully inspecting the children's canteen where the food was rich and abundant.

Xie Lingjiang instantly fell silent, lying on his chest, burying his little face deeply, motionless, only the unsuppressible squeaking sounds could be heard from time to time.

This serious and arrogant but shy and clumsy appearance made Ouyang Rong couldn't help but hug her tightly.

Take a deep breath.

Love will naturally become stronger when it is deep, but how can you bear to let it go when your feelings are strong?

Recently, he couldn't control himself when he was close to her.

Intimacy improves by leaps and bounds.

From the first time we held hands and ran in the heavy rain after the birthday party,

We hugged each other warmly at the gate of the temple,

And now the clumsy biting.

Even regardless of the occasion.

Ouyang Rong finally climbed the highest mountain he had ever seen.

Pick two high mountain flowers.

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

Especially after it has been newly developed to climb somewhere to get a panoramic view of the small mountains.

His arms couldn't help but hug his back tightly, and his red face lay on his shoulders, silent.

The eldest brother is getting worse and worse, always trying to make more progress.

But he accurately grasps the scale and is not annoying.

Step by step, one step at a time, it is hard to refuse.

I just don’t know why men are so obsessed with it. No, shouldn't it be something that infants and children love?

Or rather, hers was a bit special, so he was surprisingly fascinated by it.

Xie's noble daughter blushed and did not dare to look at her.

Deep in my heart, I was shy and sweet, but I couldn't resist at all. Instead, I felt a little strange.

On the carriage, which was lined up like a turtle, Ouyang Rong suddenly took his hand out of the land of soft beauty.

"Let's go! No more waiting."

He picked up the fox fur shawl and put it on Xie Lingjiang again. He moved carefully, and after a while he turned around and dismounted.

Xie Lingjiang's face was flushed, and his hazy eyes looked at his back as he decisively left with some surprise.

Ouyang Rong stuck his head out of the car curtain and gave some instructions to the steward of the Xie family, who followed the order and fetched Dongmei.

Ouyang Rong got out of the car, rode on Dongmei, rejected the other horses, put his hand into the car, and invited the junior sister who was lowering her head and adjusting her clothes in a panic:

"Come down."

Xie Lingjiang was shy, but Ouyang Rong entered the car without giving her time to react, picked her up by the waist, left the car, and placed her on Dongmei's horse in public.

Under the eyes of his younger junior sister, he chuckled lightly, rode a horse alone, and took her out of the city.

"Hold it, don't let go."

The two of them rode a horse together and galloped all the way to the mountain forest where the maple leaves were the brightest.

Xie Lingjiang hugged his waist tightly. Under the black satin hair that was blown by the strong wind, there was a red cheek and eyes as clear as stars.

Autumn is high and crisp, the mountains are red and the forests are dyed.

Ouyang Rong looked around and suddenly felt that the red leaves in the maple forest all over the mountains and plains looked like they were stained with red blood. He couldn't help but think of what he had experienced since the Pure Land Palace awakened. He couldn't help but let out a roar and roared in the mountains and forests.

Xie Ling Jiang Ren smiled and patted his back: "Fool."

Ouyang Rong still laughed and said with a smile:

"Man and ape bid farewell to each other. Only a few stones have been ground. When I was a child... there was a flame in the copper and iron furnace. How could I guess it? It was only a few thousand cold and hot... It is rare in the world to smile. On the battlefield, each other bends the bow and the moon. Flow. It’s all over, Jiaoyuan’s blood.”

Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed with his hands in his arms, becoming more and more overjoyed. Xie Lingjiang was stunned. He could only hear him wiping his tears after laughing and whispering to himself:

"My head is spinning after reading this article, but I remember a few spots and a few lines of ancient traces... The sacred things of the Five Emperors and Three Sovereigns have deceived countless passers-by... How many romantic figures are there? After stealing Zhizhuang and becoming famous, King Chen rose up and waved Yellow Yue...the song is not yet finished, the east is white."

After saying this, the young man with fox white fur and weak crown who was galloping on horseback laughed for a long time, and finally shouted:

"I want to say it but I don't want to say it anymore, I want to say it but I don't want to say it anymore, but I say it's a cool autumn!"

As if sensing the pleasure of its owner and owner, Dongmei spread her legs and ran, trying to prove that she knew how to cook. .

It is indeed a sweaty horse, it is indeed as fast as a whirlwind, running faster and faster.

Ever since, in the eyes of passers-by on the way to appreciate the maple leaves in autumn, a fleeting shadow of a maroon horse carrying a white suit and a red dress flashed across the official road.

Xie Lingjiang hugged her senior brother's waist tightly. The autumn wind blew her hair around her temples and fluttered in the wind. She tried to turn her head in the wind, and her clear eyes looked at the senior brother who was happily "talking nonsense" in the autumn wind.

She liked his occasionally out-of-the-box, unexpected way of doing things.

I like his unrestrained, bold and uninhibited style.

I also like the strange and stunning poem fragments that come out of his mouth from time to time.

Although Xie Lingjiang didn't know what the elder brother was frowning at or whispering to himself when he was alone.

However, this mysterious, profound and martyr-like temperament fascinates Xie Lingjiang, who has been disciplined and serious in reading since childhood. It is like staring into an abyss and being attracted by the abyss to jump into it.

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

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

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned over the book and dismounted, jumped up, and picked off a fiery red maple leaf from the treetops on the roadside. He turned back, his face focused, and inserted it diagonally into Xie Lingjiang's black hair.

Wearing fiery red maple leaves on the temples is the Beginning of Autumn makeup that is popular among ladies of the Zhou Dynasty after autumn.

Ouyang Rong looked at it carefully and nodded with satisfaction.

Beauty’s red lips are redder than maple leaves.

Frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Xie Lingjiang tilted his head, touched the red leaves, bowed his head shyly, and smiled sweetly.

Ouyang Rong gently caressed his pretty face with his palm, and suddenly asked seriously:

"How do you think the book reader should break the mirror?"

Xie Lingjiang reacted and immediately said: "Of course I have to read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles."

"What kind of book knowledge does little junior sister lack?"

Xie Ling Jiang frowned and thought carefully:

"I am familiar with the classics. Now it seems that I may be lacking in poetry and poetry. Senior brother is quick in thinking and has deep wisdom in poetry. Can you teach me some? Just like the poem just now."

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes: "Junior sister, did you understand the song to congratulate the bridegroom just now?"

"I don't understand everything, but it feels very heavy. How about you read it again, Senior Brother?"

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

"The Great Dao? What does Senior Brother think the Great Dao is?" Her pretty face returned to seriousness, and her tone of voice was hopeful: "Please teach me, Senior Brother."

Her fingers clasped tightly around his lowered palm.

Ouyang Rong was silent for a while, then he took the beautiful woman's hand and rubbed the soft and smooth back of her hand with his fingers. After being quiet for a while, he leaned against the back of her hand and said softly:

"I'll send you another poem. By the way, I'll tell you something you can never read in the thousands of books written by sages."

"What is the thing that cannot be read...?"

Ouyang Rong said nothing and returned to the horse. He took out some simple pen and paper from the bag carried on the horse's back. He caught a red leaf dancing in the air, placed it on the horse's back, and quickly wrote a few lines of ink on the red leaf.

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

The noble lady of the Xie family wearing Maple Leaf Beginning of Autumn makeup curiously took it, looked at the fresh ink stains on the red leaf, and read softly:

"Weeds and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, the setting sun at the entrance of Wuyi Alley... In the old days, Wang Xie... In the old days, Wang Xie's swallows flew into the homes of ordinary people in front of the hall."

Xie Lingjiang's voice slowly paused.

The air between the two fell into silence.

The big jujube horse next to it was munching on fodder, and the autumn wind blew through the red leaves in the forest.

The only sound left between heaven and earth is the "sasha" of red leaves.

Ouyang Rong raised his hand and carefully arranged the flaming red frost leaves stuck on her temples. His face was calm:

"This is the great road. I think that as a book-turner, junior sister, the book that you really want to open is this page. This is also knowledge that sages will never tell you in their books."

I saw that the smile on the face of the noble lady Xie was somewhat frozen, and she muttered and chewed: "In the old days, the king Xie in front of the hall... was the king Xie in the old time..."

"Little junior sister, have you always felt that your ninth generation high family, this 600-year-old lintel stretching across Jiangzuo, can always exist, or can be glorious for a long time, and the same is true for other Guanlong high families, five surnames and seven hopes? Or, Even if Wang Xie is gone, there will always be new nobles and nobles to take his place. For example, after I climb the mountain, will there be any upstarts from the south of the Yangtze River such as the Nanlong Ouyang family in the future?"

The cheap son-in-law of the Xie family of Chen County, one of the Seven Hopes on Friday, asked and answered his own question, shaking his head slightly:

"Little Junior Sister, all the things Qing Shi gave you have been secretly priced. A certain page of the history book has actually written it conspicuously... These nobles and clansmen who do not even pay attention to the emerging imperial examinations and arrogantly recruit poor people, at most, only The remaining days of Daqian and Dazhou are just like the fiery red sunset in late autumn, which is the last brilliance.

"Since the pre-Qin princes turned into bones, the noble families that have risen for nearly a thousand years will also perish."

Xie Lingjiang stared blankly at the sweetheart in front of him who spoke calmly but especially sonorously.

(End of this chapter)