"Brother, are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

"Here, brother, drink some water." The girl's soft voice with a hint of dialect sounded again.

"Well, I'm actually not thirsty either. Okay, thank you, Ah Qing." He took it, took a sip, paused and said:

"Aqing, there's no need to be busy. I'll sit down for a while and then leave. I have something to deal with and the time isn't up yet. I'll take a good look at you."

"good."

After a while, Ouyang Rong's helpless voice sounded in the room:

"There's no need to move the stove. It's not too cold. I just came on the road and my body is warm. Wait, this stove has accumulated so much dust. How long has it been placed under the bed? Is it provided with the facilities of the Zhaiyuan?

"When I was in bed at Sanhui Yuan to recuperate, I didn't find this thing. Ah Qing, how did you find it?"

"I don't know how long." Ah Qing whispered: "I saw it when I moved it in for cleaning. The old abbot sent some charcoal over the day before yesterday. I tried burning it, but it has not been used."

"You really don't have to work, I'll leave right away... Okay, you guys want to use it too, right? Then get out of the way and let me do it. This copper thing is heavy and difficult to move. You are not as big as it.

Get out of the way..."

After a lot of work, a fire was lit in the house.

Ouyang Rong patted the dust on his hands, took a long breath, took the wet towel from A Qing, wiped the gray carbon stains on his face, and then wiped his hands.

He looked around and asked:

"Is there any hard work that needs to be done? By the way, if there is anything else that is missing at home, I will bring it to you after I finish my work..."

He was chattering away, and the pretty girl in front of him tilted her head and listened quietly. She didn't mind being verbose and twisted the towel for him.

After a while, mid-sentence, Ouyang Rong found a small hand quietly reaching out from beside him and touching the hem of his clothes.

Ah Qing's fingers gently twisted the fabric material, and then silently took it back.

"What's wrong?"

Ah Qing shook his head and said nothing, as if nothing happened, and smiled shyly.

Ouyang Rong pondered for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand and asked for it:

"Bring it here."

Ah Qing shook his head.

Ouyang Rong said nothing, looked at her and curled his lips:

"You don't want to freeze to death, brother. It's autumn, and I've been waiting for your autumn clothes for a long time. You have to come to Longcheng to get it in person, right?"

He pretended to be unhappy.

Ah Qing's delicate little face with the word "Yue" tattooed on it was stunned for a moment, and then she hurriedly ran and took out a large bundle that she had prepared for a long time from the back room.

The little girl handed it to him eagerly.

I opened the bag and found three sets of densely stitched robes in black, gray and white neatly stacked inside.

Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand and touched it. It was very thick.

She couldn't help but look up at the frightened and guilty-looking little girl. She didn't know how many nights she had been busy preparing these clothes.

I heard Liu Lang say that the little girl has to go to Beitian Nursing Home to work and do odd jobs every day during the day, and when she comes back at night, she has to take care of Mother Liu...

"Well, it's not bad. I reluctantly forgive you. Don't be coy and hide it next time, you know."

Ah Qing lowered his head: "I know."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but stretched out his hand and rubbed the little head of the delicate girl who was not a younger sister but more like a younger sister with a big hand.

Different from the cute and lively impression given by other girls of the same age, Ah Qing is shy and timid. Except for the time when she was tied up and thought she was going to die, and she left a tearful message before her death, she never spoke much, but she can't help but feel pity and love.

Being suddenly touched on the head, Ah Qing blushed and lowered his head.

A few strands of black hair were rubbed and fell to her forehead.

Ouyang Rong carefully discovered that Ah Qing's hair quality was much better.

In the past, she was considered a yellow-haired girl, that is, a child with yellow hair hanging down her temples in ancient Chinese proverbs. She always gave Ouyang Rong the feeling of being malnourished.

I don’t know now whether it’s because his health has grown or because his food conditions have improved after meeting Ouyang Rong.

Ah Qing's long hair is black, shiny, and smooth.

Ouyang Rong was quite pleased.

only……

His eyes narrowed slightly, falling on the prominent tattoo of the word "Yue" on A Qing's forehead.

Ouyang Rong touched her right thumb, rubbed the tattoo on her forehead, and muttered:

"Let's see if we can find a way to wash it away in the future. There should be such a method in the circle of Qi practitioners."

Ah Qing understood and immediately shook his head: "No."

Surprisingly disobeyed Ouyang Rong.

He was curious: "Why? You can't be in love with tattoos."

Ah Qing lowered his head, raised his little finger and traced the corners of his forehead to behind his red ears:

"My elder brother also had one before. When I see it, I think of my elder brother..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly fell silent.

The two of them, one lowered his head and the other looked out the window at the night scene, were speechless for a while.

"Brother, I tried on the clothes. It's been a year, but I don't know if the size is right."

Ah Qing took the initiative, stood up and walked over.

Ouyang Rong nodded and tried it, glancing at Shi Yi.

The most common autumn clothes in this era are actually a kind of clothes with double layers inside, also called "裣衣".

When it's cold, fill it with velvet cotton, etc. When it's warm, take out the inner filling and wear it alone.

But right now, there is no such thing as cotton.

Therefore, the internal filling and external weaving of "Shiyi" depend on their economic level and social status.

Of course Ouyang Rong is not short of clothes.

The clothes made by his junior sister, Prince Xunyang, and his aunt were all made of silk and satin, filled with velvet as precious as gold, and were very warm.

Of course, there was no velvet for her to stuff these three autumn clothes made by Ah Qing.

Ouyang Rong calmly touched it and found that it should be filled with reed catkins and grass catkins.

It is also considered standard equipment for most poor families.

Of course, for poor people, it would be great if they can have some clothes, but they don’t care about so much.

However, Ah Qing had finished making the autumn clothes but had not yet delivered them. He probably felt inferior because of his certain status.

Ouyang Rong was silent.

He tried on the trousers made by Ah Qing and found that they were fairly tight-fitting. Ouyang Rong smiled, took them off first, and put on his original thin clothes.

Ah Qing was startled, his eyes lost.

Ouyang Rong folded the clothes neatly, stuffed them into the baggage, put them away again, and said softly:

"I like the clothes very much, but I'm going out for a trip later and I'm afraid they'll get dirty, so I'll put them away first and you can keep them for me until I come back."

Ah Qing nodded vigorously: "Okay, wait for brother."

Ouyang Rong smiled.

…

"I inspected Zhao Rushi's body the day before yesterday and inspected the wounds. Zhao Rushi was struck by an extremely sharp object at high speed and his head was cut off.

"This kind of uniform wound is unheard of in this humble position, so I can only make a preliminary guess that it is a sword wound.

"Actually, if I have to describe it, in the humble impression, there is also a kind of sword that has a similar destructive head-cutting cross-section effect."

Rong Zhen walked in front and asked coldly: "What sword?"

The middle-aged female official who came from the Luoyang court said calmly: "Emperor Wen."

The girl in palace clothes in front stopped in her tracks.

The middle-aged female officer felt a cold gaze coming towards her.

It was Rong Zhen who stared straight at her.

The middle-aged female officer smiled bitterly and shook her head:

"Of course it can't be Emperor Wen. If you think about it too much, if it is a mythical thing like Emperor Wen, let alone how the tripod sword can be used to kill a small guerrilla general. If it is really the tripod sword, why is there no dazzling sword energy left?

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To be continued...