Anything except living things can be stored.

It is more convenient than hiding objects in the sword box.

It just happens to allow the sword box to be freed.

I don’t know if this space painting technique was stolen by Cui Hao.

Anyway, it's his now.

At this time, a sound of footsteps came from outside.

It seems that a group of people's yard met and talked outside.

Ouyang Rong's ears moved, hid everything, and put on his clothes to go out.

At the gate of the courtyard, a group of maids left with an empty plate, leaving behind a beautiful figure of a beautiful little girl.

Qianying was admitted to the hospital alone.

Ouyang Rong said unexpectedly: "Rong Zhen?"

Rong Zhen's face was plain, her hair was wet, she didn't wear a hairpin, and her little face still had a faint pink color after taking a shower.

It's like a lotus emerges from clear water.

She was wearing an elegant snow-white nightgown, with a clean fragrance of soap, passing by Ouyang Rong.

He held a small bag on his arm and held a bowl of misty soup flat with his right hand.

He walked into his room without any notice, stood by the desk, and looked around his left and right.

Ouyang Rong was about to ask a question, but she said without looking back:

"I just sent it, they said that you told them to endure it before you were admitted to the hospital in the evening."

After a pause, she lowered her head and asked in a gentle tone:

"For this palace?"

"Um."

Her voice was even lower:

"I'm interested."

Rong Zhen turned around and looked into his eyes.

The atmosphere at the table was a little ambiguous.

On the contrary, Ouyang Rong was embarrassed at first and avoided his eyes:

"You warm up your body, and you may have to hurry up tomorrow morning."

She stared at Ouyang Rong for a while and raised her chin to signal;

"Print it for me."

Ouyang Rong turned his eyes and saw her long black hair that was wet on her right shoulder.

He took a dry towel, at least behind the woman's back, and lowered her eyes to wipe it.

Rong Zhen lowered his head slightly, held up the porcelain bowl, sipped fresh fish soup in small sips, and his long and erect eyelashes trembled from time to time.

I don’t know if it was burned by the milky white fish soup that just came out of the pot, or if it was electric when he occasionally touched the skin of his neck.

Ouyang Rong wiped it very carefully.

At one moment, my fingertips touched the girl's soft red ears.

Rong Zhen suddenly grabbed his wrist, and drank half a bowl of fish soup with pink lips with his palms trembling, and put it in his hand.

The little girl's always cold voice was trembling as slightly as Tang Bowl:

"The night is cold, you drink half a bowl."

Ouyang Rong held the bowl and raised his head, drank it all, and the warmth flowed into his stomach.

While drinking, I heard her say:

"I like your hairpin."

Ouyang Rong asked in a strange way: "Which hairpin?"

Rong Zhen had already taken out the mandarin duck jade hairpin from his sleeve. After hearing this, he paused, and his little face was puzzled:

"Who else can you give me a hairpin..."

Speaking of this, the girl in the nightgown suddenly got stuck, her eyes moved down, and her face gradually became hot, and a touch of intoxicating blush appeared.

Ouyang Rong shook his head with a serious look on his face: "I'm a little distracted and my words are random, don't take it seriously."

Rong Zhen bit his lip, buried his head deeply, tidied up his expression for a while, then raised his face and signaled the hairpin in his hand, with a stern tone:

"The Taoist patterns inside were your hands? Do you want to send them to this palace?"

Ouyang Rong didn't think much about it:

"Uh-huh."

Rong Zhen's eyes were as dark as the night, staring straight at him:

"Do you know how precious it is? The relics of the first generation of the lanterns in this prison were almost lost... You said you would give them to someone if you gave them, and you wouldn't remind them after giving them."

"Oh, it's good that it's useful to you, you can use it."

Hearing his unpretentious tone, Rong Zhen took a deep breath, and Ben pointed at the small bag brought on the table.

"You give me gifts to me, and I will give you a gift again."

Ouyang Rong glanced at him and asked directly: "What's inside?"

Rong Zhen's eyes were a little cold, his face was as cold as ice cubes. Ouyang Rong couldn't understand if he was angry for a moment.

"Isn't it just what you like? I'll give it to you. Don't bother me anymore, hum."

Before Ouyang Rong could speak, a sound of footsteps came from the yard.

"Governor Ouyang."

It was Qin Ying's voice.

Rong Zhen quickly looked around, hid in the curtain of the bed in the inner room with a "swoosh".

Ouyang Rong was watching and went out to pick up people.

As soon as the door opened, Qin Ying stepped into the room without noticed any abnormality. The first thing she said made Ouyang Rong's eyelids jump:

"There is news from the magistrate of Diao County! The whereabouts of the White Tiger Guards are the same as those of the prince and the others. One of them left at the 3rd morning, and the other passed by Longcheng at sunrise the next day.

"In addition, some people saw that the leader of this group of White Tiger Guards was a man and a woman. It looked similar to the portrait you provided, and it should be the Qianniu Guard Li Congshan and Caishang female official Miaozhen you mentioned."

Ouyang Rong's eyebrows were rising.
Chapter completed!