"That's it." Su Guo'er nodded, "You treat your senior brother very well. You have to worry about this matter."

Xie Lingjiang didn't answer. He looked around at the night scene, and with the corner of his eye he glanced calmly in the direction of a certain courtyard in Meilu Garden.

Eldest brother still owes her a little wish.

At this time, a certain Xie girl began to believe in fate a little bit more. She came to the pillow when she felt sleepy. Isn't this destiny?

Well, you can be more trusting in the future.

But she never expected that Su Guoer, who had been silent all this time, suddenly turned around and said:

"You said that Aunt Zhen wants to find a girl with the fifth surname for your senior brother to marry. Well, this is quite normal. As for a girl with the fifth surname, no big Zhou man would want to marry her. This is worse than a woman from the Li family and the Wei family.

welcome."

She curled her lips, paused, and then said with a smile:

"However, why do I feel that Aunt Zhen is eyeing you, sister of the Xie family? You happen to be a junior sister and have a good relationship with Ouyang Lianghan. If I were his aunt, I would definitely do the same...

"Well, Sister Xie, you should be more careful. Don't accidentally ask Aunt Zhen to propose marriage to your father. If she refuses then, it will be embarrassing."

After Su Guo'er finished speaking with a half-smile, she immediately saw that the face of the Xie family sister next to her changed. She was a little unclear in the night.

"What's wrong with Sister Xie?" she asked curiously.

"No...it's okay."

Su Guo'er looked at Xie Lingjiang's slightly stiff face again, and said with a sudden look on her face:

"Oh, I understand. Didn't Aunt Zhen already propose to your father, so Sister Xie is embarrassed to say it now?"

She nodded lightly and reassured the female companion next to her:

"Then it's okay. It's normal. It turns out that she has already rejected it. No wonder she can feel free to ask you about these matchmaking matters. It seems that she doesn't dare to have any more ideas for Sister Xie. That's easy. Sister Xie, feel free to do whatever you want.

If you introduce me to a clan girl, I might even be able to get closer to your senior brother."

After finishing speaking, Su Guoer, who tilted his head with a smile, suddenly heard a "shaking" sound.

A small pocket wine jar originally placed at the feet of a certain girl rolled down the eaves. After a moment's rest, a clear sound of broken bottles came from below, breaking the silence of the night.

"No...it was accidental. Don't blame Sister Su."

Facing Su Guo'er's slightly probing eyes, a certain noble lady of the Xie family forced a smile and explained.

"It seems that Sister Xie is really drunk. You should rest early and be careful when you get off the roof later."

Su Guo'er laughed.

Xie Lingjiang didn't reply, and the atmosphere between the two fell into a cold mood.

When Su Guo'er saw this, she didn't think much and said goodbye and left.

But he didn't see Xie Lingjiang sitting alone under the moon behind him, his face a little pale.

After Su Guoer left, she sat alone on the roof hugging her knees for who knows how long.

Until there were passing clouds in the sky, covering the bright moon, and the sky and the earth became dark. Then the clouds moved and the moon was revealed again, and the clear light shone down again.

On the roof, Qian's shadow was no longer visible.

Only the howling night wind intercepted half of the woman's murmur:

"Everything depends on man-made things... Everything depends on man-made things... Only then will one not believe in fate..."

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Inside Meilu Garden, Meilin Courtyard.

Dark light and blind fire.

Inside the house, I could faintly hear the sound of the night wind blowing against the doors and windows outside.

The air in the room seemed increasingly quiet.

On the bed, the rhythmic breathing of the handsome young man and the white-haired maid under the quilt became particularly loud.

The master and the servant fell into a deep sleep.

A certain moment.

"Master... don't... stop fighting... master..."

The white-haired maid smacked her lips from time to time, turned her back to the handsome young man, and hugged the quilt, as if she was treating it like her master.

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And the quilt covering a certain wrongful master who was lying on his back and sleeping was pulled aside by the white-haired maid, exposing most of his body for a while, and he didn't know if he would catch a cold.

Presumably when he wakes up in the morning, if he has some clear nose, the white-haired maid will inevitably be "disposed of by the master's family law" again.

It's a pity that there is a faint fragrance in the house, which is not like sandalwood but not sandalwood. I don't know when it started to fill the room.

The two fell into a deep sleep and could not wake up.

The bright moon outside the window seemed to be covered by a burst of dark clouds, and the room became dark.

In the darkness beside the bed, an unfamiliar thin hand suddenly stretched out, tremblingly reached out in the air, and finally landed on Ouyang Rong's face.

Thin hands slowly caressed the angular curves of his face.

From the thick eyebrows, to the high nose, to the cold lips.

Slowly stroke the four fingertips all the way down.

Just like the curved willows on the waterside, gently blowing on the water in the breeze.

It's so gentle that it seems like it's afraid of scratching a swimming fish at the bottom of the water.

Between the beds, in addition to the breathing of Ouyang Rong and Wei Lai, there was an inexplicable sound of breathing.

When a thin hand touched Ouyang Rong's face, the sound of breathing was a little rapid at first, but then seemed to be suppressed, and the sound of breathing gradually became smaller and even became inaudible.

At this moment, the bright moon outside the window seemed to break free from the dark clouds.

The light and shadow in front of the bed became brighter.

A slender black shadow could be faintly seen.

The slender black figure carries a straight "long" solid object on its back.

Facing the bed, with your back to the window.

The head of this slender black figure seemed to turn occasionally. Under the moonlight, a pair of eyes like autumn water could be seen for a moment, but they soon disappeared into darkness.

Only that thin hand still lingered on Ouyang Rong's face.

And under the halo of moonlight beside the bed.

I could faintly see that this thin hand only had four fingers.

A little finger is missing.

"Well……"

At this moment, the sleeping Ouyang Rong muttered, as if his body was cold, he subconsciously hugged the right arm stretched out by the slender black figure.

He turned sideways, folded his arms, curled up slightly, and fell asleep with his face buried in his face.

"ah."

The slender black figure seemed to be frightened, shrank back, and made some slight noises.

However, when she reacted, she stopped immediately and allowed Ouyang Rong to tightly hug her right hand that was missing the little finger.

The atmosphere continued to fall into silence.

In front of the bed, there is moonlight as gentle as water.

On the bed, there were eyes as gentle as water.
Chapter completed!