"Rong Nu Shi should be careful. She and the Supervisory Yuan are now incompatible with Yun Mengyue Nu."

At night, in the back room of Yubingzhai, Ouyang Rong pondered for a moment and nodded lightly.

Ye Weilai has indeed grown up a lot now. When she first picked her up from the carriage shop in Longcheng, she was only five buckets of rice and weighed sixty kilograms. She was so thin that she couldn't be any thinner.

Now, not only has the height increased by a head, reaching Ouyang Rong's chin, but the bones in his body are also much heavier, but more of them are in the places where flesh should be grown. They mature and give birth earlier than Han girls, and they are vaguely like Western exotic women.

The body trend is bulging forward and backward, with a thin waist and long legs.

For example, at this moment, she was sitting in Ouyang Rong's arms, and her buttocks were pressed against one of Ouyang Rong's legs, making her feel heavy and not as skinny as the embroidered lady.

The most important thing is that Ye Weila's hair is still very thick and lush, with beautiful silver-white long hair, as smooth as water, draped on her shoulders.

After returning to the room at night, Ye Weilai took off her underskirt and changed into a looser light pink silk nightgown. Ouyang Rong only needed to pull it casually with his hands to reveal a round and small shoulder with skin as white as snow.

I don’t know if it was specially worn for Ouyang Rong.

However, Ouyang Rong was very busy these days, leaving early and returning late, so he did not pay much attention to family affairs.

But Ye Weilai is neither noisy nor fussy. During the day, she either follows Zhen Shuyuan to learn how to run a household, or asks Miss Xie for advice on the Six Arts, or learns embroidery etiquette from the maids such as Banxi... She becomes more and more intelligent and showy.

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In the evening, she had to take care of Tan Lang, who returned tired and had no intention of talking. The latter could occasionally find time to assign Ye Weilai homework for the next stage, and at the same time respond to the questions she specially left for advice.

She took care of the Yinbingzhai in an orderly manner, and at the same time, she was completely integrated into the prosperous life of a girl from the Han family in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Although Ouyang Rong was busy, he silently observed these things.

"On Mrs. Zhen's side, the slave family is here to help, but on Mrs. Xie and Rong Zhen's side, Tan Lang still needs to work harder."

Ye Weilai pointed her chin with her index finger and nodded.

Ouyang Rong originally nodded, paused, and frowned:

"No matter how hard Rong Nu Shi tries, it's enough to prevent her from seeing her. If she still wants to reconcile, we all know that they are incompatible with each other."

Ye Weilai's eyes turned up slightly and glanced at Ouyang Rong:

"We still have to work hard, what if...what if she also comes to attend Mrs. Zhen's birthday ceremony? Or she suddenly comes to the Huaiye Lane mansion one day."

Ouyang Rong frowned, as if thinking about this possibility.

Ye Weilai didn't rush her. She sat obediently on Ouyang Rong's lap, her legs swaying slightly. She took a comb and slowly combed the long silver hair on her shoulders... After taking a bath at night, she likes to let her thick silver hair hang loose.

, put them on your shoulders.

"What is Tanlang's attitude toward Yunmeng Jianze now?"

Ye Weilai asked softly.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, and after a while, said softly:

"Except for the embroiderer's matter, we owe nothing to each other."

Ye Weilai was not surprised when she finally heard the word "Xiu Niang" from Tan Lang's mouth.

Ever since they tasted the cakes made by Xiu Niang, the two of them had tacitly understood each other about "Xiu Niang" in the past two days. Ye Weilai did not directly identify who "she" was in her conversation.

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked:

"When I was controlling floods in Longcheng, I fell into coma for the second time and was admitted to the Sanhui Courtyard of Donglin Temple. Did you come to visit me?"

Ye Weilai was slightly startled and shook her head: "Don't you remember, Tanlang? At that time, Nu'er and aunt were still in our hometown of Nanlong. It was you who urged us to go back in advance to celebrate the Ghost Festival."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Oh, yes, so at that time I only had my junior sister with me, my mentor and the others were there?"

"Hmm. Why does Tanlang ask about this?"

Ouyang Rong thought for a while and shook his head gently: "It's okay."

Ye Weilai continued to lower her head and comb her long silver hair on her shoulders.

It did not disturb Ouyang Rong's thoughts.

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to twist a strand of silver-white hair, and rubbed it between his fingers.

Perhaps because she made osmanthus cake in the evening, there was a faint scent of osmanthus in Ye Weila's neck and hair, which was sweet and pleasant.

He suddenly picked up Ye Weilai on his lap and put her down.

In front of the table, both of them stood up.

"What's the matter, Tanlang?" Ye Weilai said subconsciously: "Do you want to take a shower and change clothes?"

Ouyang Rong took her hand:

"No. I've finished washing. I'll have to wash it again later. It's troublesome."

"Is Tanlang going out tonight?"

Ye Weilai was curious, but didn't care. She put down her comb and prepared the study:

"The slave went to study and write. Tanlang came back and called me..."

Ouyang Rong picked up a piece of pastry and put it into his mouth. He ate a few bites to replenish his energy. He walked quickly, came behind Ye Weilai, and picked her up as she exhaled in surprise.

"Ah, what are Tanlang doing..."

Ouyang Rong weighed it and muttered: "It's a lot heavier."

Ye Weila blushed with embarrassment and whispered: "Isn't Tanlang going out?"

Ouyang Rong didn't answer and asked:

"What did you just say you were going to do?"

"Reading and writing..."

"Then read and write, Tanlang will teach you."

Ouyang Rong nodded seriously.

Ye Weilai always felt that what Tan Lang said about reading and writing was a little different from what she wanted to read and write, which made the young girl feel confused and shy at the same time.

At this time, I heard Tan Lang murmuring:

"Well, let's try it again and see if it can be delivered..."

"What kind of ferry?" Ye Weilai looked confused.

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, turned around and went to bed with Ye Weilai in his arms, running in the opposite direction of the bedroom.

She suddenly stopped talking.

In the hugged position, she buried her face firmly into his chest and clothes.

The girl's long silver hair just fell to the ground, dragging on the reddish-brown carpet. It was whiter and brighter than the moonlight outside the door tonight.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the cry of an unknown bird came from the night outside the window...

At a certain moment, Ye Weila suddenly remembered the sunset in the sky that Ouyang Rong saw before he came back in the evening.

That piece of rosy cloud was pressed at the bottom of the huge sky. It was red and hot, warm and rolling, and it silently bore the weight of the night and the mountain.

Finally, the fiery red clouds lay in the distant sky, flowing with the wind, and occasional showers of rain fell. They were so lazy that they didn't want to move a finger anymore, floating slowly, and sinking into the deepest night...

…

Dark as ink.

The sound of gongs at midnight could be heard outside the window.

On the desk, a lamp lit up.

Ouyang Rong put out the fire, sat down at the table, took a long breath, and rubbed his face.

The light illuminated his slender body, which was only covered with a thin green shirt.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked in the direction of the room. He had just put a quilt on a girl with disheveled silver hair and dazzling white skin.

The latter fell into a deep sleep, her delicate body was tired, but she slept extremely soundly. She was worthy of being a girl of foreign silver-haired and blue-eyed blood. Her body and waist were very tough and could withstand heavy pressure...

Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze, supported his chin with the backs of his hands, closed his eyes and entered the Tower of Merit.

Inside the Merit Tower, it is still the same, a pure white space.

A blessing clock hangs high, and it has been silent for a while since the last time the Xiu Niang's double cultivation blessing was triggered.

Below, the round little wooden fish made a "thump" sound from time to time, which sounded loud and clear in the silent space of the Gongde Tower.

Ouyang Rong walked over and looked at the blue-gold font.

[Merit: five thousand four hundred and twenty]

Regarding the selection criteria for the infusion of merit and purple mist cultivation, he had just tried it with Ye Weila.

This was also my recent doubt, so I just asked her to test it out.

turn out……

Useless.

The blessing clock in the merit tower did not move at all.
To be continued...