Xie Lingjiang was sitting in the carriage, his clear eyes looking at the curtain in front of him in a daze.

After a while, a drunken figure came from the wall, opened the curtain, and got into the carriage.

"Big brother."

"Let's go to Brother Huang's house."

Not long ago, Ouyang Rong, who had said goodbye to the host and guest of the Yuan family with a drunken look on his face, suddenly regained consciousness as soon as he sat down, and gave an order with relief.

"good."

Xie Lingjiang didn't ask any further questions.

Recently, senior brother often attends drinking parties and poetry gatherings in and outside the city. From time to time, he does not return to the city at night. Gradually, he does not attract too much attention.

Even now, many people in the manor thought that Ouyang Sima, the "good man who has not yet slept", was sleeping soundly in the mansion where he arranged for his beautiful concubine... However, the beautiful concubine was forced to sleep.

Half an hour later, the carriage arrived at a farmyard on the outskirts of the city and parked quietly outside the back wall.

"wait for me."

Xie Lingjiang, who was preparing to go with him, turned around and jumped out of the carriage when he heard the senior brother's words.

Before he got off the car, he took out a heavy baggage from under the seat and brought it in.

Xie Lingjiang sat back in his seat and watched as the senior brother's back turned into the courtyard.

She turned her head, and the small farmhouse reflected in her eyes was completely dark without lights.

After Ouyang Rong entered the courtyard, the lights in the farmyard did not come on for a long time, and it was still pitch black.

Xie Ling Jiang closed his eyes, held his sword across his knees, sat alone in the carriage, and waited patiently.

I do not know how long it has been.

A flash of fish belly white appeared on the distant sky.

There was a squeak.

The courtyard door opens from the inside.

Xie Lingjiang opened his eyes and saw the figure of his senior brother appearing at the door, with the baggage in his hand missing.

He was being escorted out of the hospital by three people who came out of the hospital.

Xie Lingjiang's sharp eyes saw that in addition to the figure of a bearded man, there were two figures that were both familiar and unfamiliar:

There is a figure of a petite and thin little girl with a crown, and a figure of a dull-faced young man. One is tall and the other is short, both carrying mahogany swords.

The elder brother waved his hand towards them without looking back, so the three of them turned around and returned to the courtyard.

The senior brother pressed down his felt hat and quickly got into the car.

Xie Lingjiang withdrew her eyes and helped him sit down.

The carriage continued to move.

"Xiaoxuan is back? And fellow Daoist Lu?"

"Um."

As soon as Ouyang Rong entered the carriage, he took a long breath, responded noncommittally, and began to close his eyes and rest.

Xie Lingjiang stopped talking.

Ouyang Rong suddenly spoke and warned: "Don't talk to the palace for now."

"good."

Xie Lingjiang didn't ask much.

This is the tacit understanding between the two.

"Is the auditory hallucination getting better?" she asked with concern.

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and just nodded lightly without saying anything more.

Xie Lingjiang felt the warmth in her palms. She looked down and saw that he had grabbed her hand and was caressing the back of her hand.

Senior Brother's palms are warm and thick.

She felt a little relieved.

"Thank you for your hard work, little junior sister."

"Humph, just open your mouth." Xie Lingjiang said with a serious face.

"Who said that? He obviously has a pair of hands."

Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his eyes and took her into his arms.

The latter suddenly felt a pair of big hands starting to "make waves" in the small red pocket in his arms...

Her pretty face glowed red.

Naturally, the little hand pushed forward.

But he failed to push it away.

Not pushing away completely means not pushing away completely.

Finally, the force of her pushing became smaller and smaller, until it was too weak to count, leaving only a symbolic push...

Hmm... Senior Brother seems to like this place very much, just like... with children...

she thinks.

Inside the carriage.

The two cuddled up and sat hugging each other.

The girl's red face was buried in her husband's arms.

Ss——!

I only heard the sound of a thin rustling rope.

A woman said angrily:

"You, how are you so skilled..."

"I'm used to it, I'm quite familiar with this..."

"...?"

Be gentle for a moment.

The pregnant woman spoke with an unavoidable tremor in her voice:

"Don't pinch...don't make trouble, there is something..."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head, buried his face in his hair, and muttered:

"You talk about yours, I'm busy with mine, don't sober up."

"You don't look like you're drunk. You're so smart, you know how to waste it on a slut..."

Xie Lingjiang sounded sad.

She pinched his waist gently, and after a while, she moved her buttocks slightly in embarrassment, adjusting to a position that was convenient for him to move and that she could feel comfortable at the same time.

Xie Lingjiang cleared her throat, which was as soft as her delicate body, and talked about Li Guo'er's poetry meeting.

"Juhua Poetry Club? What is this?"

"It's like this. There is a pot of chrysanthemums in sister Guo'er's yard. The cold wave has entered winter and all the flowers have withered, but it has not withered. It is a bit strange. She used this as an excuse to hold a chrysanthemum poetry meeting. In this early winter, not only

Chanting winter snow, instead chanting autumn chrysanthemums..."

Ouyang Rong thought for a moment and asked again:

"when?"

Xie Lingjiang gave a date and said softly: "About three days from now in the morning."

"Three days later..."

Xie Lingjiang saw Ouyang Rong take out a map from his sleeve, looked down at it, squinted his eyes slightly, and seemed to be thinking for a moment.

He put away the picture and said with his usual expression:

"Okay, tell the princess and I will keep the appointment on time."

"good."

Xie Lingjiang nodded and said softly:

"Actually, the palace is also very concerned about you. Uncle Dalang and the others should also go to this poetry gathering. If senior brother has nothing to do, he can talk to them that day."

"knew."

Ouyang Rong suddenly said again:

"Actually, this poem will come at just the right time."
To be continued...