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Chapter 556: Tender whispers in the car, Ling Jiang Qiao asks Tan Lang about his addiction [Additional updates on 2/5, please give me a guaranteed monthly ticket! ]

Outside the Huaiye Lane mansion, in a carriage, time passed by minute by minute.

I don’t know how long it took.

Xie Lingjiang sat in the arms of her eldest senior brother with her back to him. This "attacked from both sides" sitting posture made her ears red with shame, but she couldn't escape.

I don't know how many times I've experienced this dizzy feeling, but it has become a conditioned reflex. I habitually bury my head in my chest and bite my lips tightly. Apart from the slight sound of breathing through my teeth, I make no sound.

After changing several hugging positions, there was a slight rustling sound.

Ouyang Rong's curious murmurs could be heard from inside the carriage:

"Hey, why is this horse skirt so difficult to understand?"

"No, you can't say it!" she cried out in shame.

He noticed that the beautiful woman in his arms buried her head even lower.

This was originally a skirt worn by noble ladies for riding and archery, so there was naturally no room for anything underneath. In addition to the underwear, there was also a pair of riding pants... Anyway, the skirt was very complicated, and Ouyang Rong was really unfamiliar with it. In the end, he could only move up, just grabbing the stable happiness that belonged to his son's cafeteria. As for the rest, he could only sigh in despair for the time being.

After a while, Xie Lingjiang felt the breath of Ouyang Rong coming from his ear beside his neck. He calmed down a little and tilted his head as if to bite it.

Ouyang Rong dodged quickly, smiled, and hugged her firmly again, not giving her any chance.

Xie Lingjiang felt uncomfortable sitting there, so he moved his hips slightly, tilted his face to one side, and said in a low voice:

"Don't mess it up. We have to go to the palace for a banquet later. It's okay at other times, but don't embarrass me in front of others... Otherwise, I will bite you to death..."

"Ok."

Ouyang Rong blinked and nodded.

Knowing the character of my junior sister, she is a lady from a prominent family, and was educated as a gentleman in a Confucian academy. She is dignified and serious in front of others.

It was only after being with him that I was "corrupted" a little bit. Under his guidance, I could be a little less serious in some small things behind people's backs. Well, a little bit.

"Stop messing around, Aunt Zhen is coming." Xie Lingjiang said in a low voice.

"Okay."

Ouyang Rong immediately withdrew his hand and placed it on her waist.

Hey, are you so well behaved today?
This made Xie Lingjiang unable to help but turn around and take a closer look at his handsome face.

She also found that her body, which had been numb from being pulled by Liao, felt a little uncomfortable.

After his big hands, which always loved to play tricks, left, waves of emptiness came like waves of the North Sea, hitting the wet muddy and rocky beach.

But now, Xie Lingjiang, who was "disdaining" in her words, was too embarrassed to pick up the hand that was on her waist and cover it somewhere else?
Xie Lingjiang saw the traces of the discussion on the ground and changed the subject:

"You were shameless just now, actually making such a guess, what did you mean by pee? Is this the normal reaction of a normal person after seeing a mark?"

Ouyang Rong felt his nose tickled by the messy straight black hair behind her head. He yawned and pretended to be embarrassed without answering.

"Besides, if it was really that thing, there would be a smell in the car."

"Junior sister, you have a very sensitive nose." He coughed.

"It's all thanks to those sachets from Senior Brother."

Xie Lingjiang turned around, looked at the innocent expression on his face, and said calmly:
"Who knows, one day, someone will be like that lady historian, walking beside me, suddenly taking out a familiar new sachet and putting it on, and seeming to be in a good mood."

Ouyang Rong didn't dare to talk to him, and showed a puzzled expression. This was the standard answer: "Ah?"

Xie Lingjiang was too lazy to say anything more.

Her two bare hands covered his big hands that were around her waist, and her fingertips unconsciously lightly tickled his nails.

Ouyang Rong thought about it, then used his index finger to pull Xie Lingjiang's long black hair to her soft ears. He then leaned his face against her cheek from behind and whispered softly.

He told the whole story of Pei Shisan Niang from beginning to end.

Xie Lingjiang narrowed his eyes slightly and listened quietly.

After digesting it for a while, he suddenly turned around and asked:
"Could it be that Tan Lang has a preference for this kind of beautiful woman who still has some charm?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ouyang Rong's eyes twitched: "I am a serious person." Xie Lingjiang curled his lips and showed a suspicious look:

"That's hard to say. There are many decent people who are not decent. I tell you, this kind of habit is actually quite common among the rich and powerful children in Luoyang or Da Zhou. Many of them like mature women. In addition, it is normal for widows to remarry in this dynasty..."

Ouyang Rong asked back: "Wait, how does Junior Sister know so much?"

"Girls don't gossip? In the past, during festivals and holidays, many sisters and cousins ​​would get together in Wuyi Lane. There would be tea parties, ladies' tours, etc., all of which were young ladies in the clan, some were unmarried women, some were married brides who came home to visit their families, and also..."

She paused, ignored the past, and continued to mutter:
"Anyway, they just get together and talk about girls' private gossips. There are all kinds of topics. Some newlywed cousins ​​are naturally bolder, and the topics they talk about make young girls blush... After listening to them for a long time, you will naturally understand a little bit. There are also a lot of strange gossips, such as..."

Ouyang Rong's attention was strangely focused on the previous question, and he interrupted and asked:

"Hey, in your clan, besides these two types of Xie girls, those who are still waiting to be married and those who are married, are there any other special ones? Aren't there just these two types?"

Xie Lingjiang's clear eyes were slightly misty. She turned her head slightly and looked at the unscrupulous man who was asking questions with a curious look on his face.

Ouyang Rong was silenced by this look.

There is another type, which is the junior sister.

He coughed twice and quickly skipped over this dangerous topic.

"Um...like what?"

"For example, my brother Wang Caozhi, whom the eldest brother also knows."

Xie Lingjiang slightly retracted his clear eyes, curled the corners of his mouth, and continued:
"He just likes older women. I heard that because of this, his father and the elders of Wang Clan of Langya beat him a lot."

Ouyang Rong suppressed his laughter and said:

"So this kid has this kind of habit. As expected, you can't judge a person by his appearance. He looks skinny and small. How dare he do that? He is such a bold guy. I have to torture him next time."

"No, don't say it was me who said that." Xie Lingjiang warned with his face turned sideways, his breath was as fragrant as orchid, and his voice was quiet: "I am a serious person. They have been unable to catch up with me since I was a child. Don't ruin my image in front of my brothers and cousins."

"Okay." Ouyang Rong nodded and spoke seriously, as if he was talking to Wang Caozhi when they met next time: "Brother Caozhi, I can tell at first glance that you are not a serious person!"

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help laughing and tapped his head: "Don't be weird."

After thinking for a while, she pointed her index finger at her chin and analyzed, "Actually, this is also related to the fact that Wang Shidi lost his mother when he was young. Maybe he lacks love, so he just likes this kind of mature woman."

Just as Ouyang Rong was about to make a joke, Xie Lingjiang's eyes flickered, and the index finger on his delicate chin instead pointed at Ouyang Rong's nose:

"So, Senior Brother, you are not the same, right? You are also in a similar situation, losing your mother at a young age, and now being raised by Aunt Zhen. That's why I am worried..."

Xie Lingjiang was halfway through his words when he suddenly let out an "Ah", retracted his green fingers, and glared at him.

It turned out that it was the outstretched index finger that was suddenly bitten by the eldest brother.

Ouyang Rong held her tighter with his arms, grabbed her index finger that was blowing air, and asked with a straight face:
"You still dare to say it? What a mess."

Before the two of them could finish fighting, Zhen Shuyuan's voice suddenly came from outside.

"Tan Lang, Xian Xian, where are you guys? Oh, it's my fault that I've delayed the time again..."

The two of them fell silent tacitly. Xie Lingjiang quickly separated himself from Ouyang Rong and returned to the seat opposite. However, his legs were weak and he stumbled and fell back onto Ouyang Rong.

At the same time, Zhen Shuyuan, dressed in gorgeous clothes, boarded the carriage and happened to see Xie Lingjiang falling into Ouyang Rong's arms.

She had a strange look in her eyes and was quiet for a moment. She quietly shrank back and pretended to leave the car.

"Wait, Auntie... misunderstanding."

"It's okay, you guys continue to misunderstand."

"..."

The two of them suddenly felt awkward, but they still pulled Zhen Shuyuan back. So, the latter smiled throughout the whole process, sitting like an old monk, as if she hoped that the two of them would just pretend she didn't exist.

Half an hour later, the carriage arrived at Xunyang Palace.

Princess Wei Mei led the servants to warmly welcome the three people and attend the family dinner at Xunyang Palace tonight.

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