And he felt more and more that the Su family next door was probably from a certain branch of the Five Surnames and Qiwang.

Even if it is not the fifth surname, it is still a high-ranking family with the same Qingwang standard. But for some reason, this family moved to this small county in the corner of Jiangnan Road. Could it be that they have committed something and are hiding their names?

There are many stories, and the water is not shallow.

But it doesn't matter, Ouyang Rong will take action... pretending not to know and avoid the deep water.

Of course, Ouyang Rong, who had already begun to worry about things other than Butterfly Creek water control, did not know that the chats in Meilin Yating in the past few days made Su Xiaomei more and more surprised by him. She often wandered in the boudoir, chewing the things he threw away.

The words he expresses are not shocking, but the views that will never stop are endless, and the pace of wandering is faster...

Let’s not mention these private matters and attitude changes for now.

It's late at night today.

Ouyang Rong returned from Meilin Yating in great joy, muttering as if he was still thinking about it.

Push the door open and walk into the Meilin courtyard.

The white-haired maid who had been sitting on the swing in a daze for a long time jumped off the swing, holding a lantern, and hurriedly greeted her:

"Master, master, are you having a tryst with the Su family's young lady so late again? Are you hungry? I'll give you something to eat, slave."

"I'm not hungry. I'm done talking. Let's go to bed." Ouyang Rong shook his head, "Also, what are you talking about? What kind of tryst is this? It's called a friendship between gentlemen."

Ye Weilai frowned and muttered: "Are they all as pale as water..."

Ouyang Rong paused, couldn't help but turn around, and knocked the melon seeds on her little head twice, "I'm asking for a beating for letting you think blindly, right?"

"Well." Ye Weilai covered her white hair with both hands, shrank her head and whispered:

"Slave, you are talking about the relationship. Why do we still keep talking to each other when it is as light as water? Shouldn't plain water be tasteless? Why did the master suddenly hit the slave? Did the slave say something wrong?"

"..." Ouyang Rong.

"Ahem, it's nothing. It's my fault. I won't use this word next time."

With that said, Ouyang Rong turned around and went to wash up and take a shower.

Not long after, the lights in the house were turned off, and the master and servant went to bed to rest.

There is moonlight falling through the cracks in the window.

Inside the quilt on the outside of the bed, a pair of gray-blue eyes quietly opened, clear and bright.

Ye Weilai turned her head and glanced at Ouyang Rong's peaceful sleeping face.

Suddenly there was a slight sound of opening the door.

After a while, a faint scent of sandalwood floated in the house.

"Sister Xiu Niang."

Ye Weilai whispered softly, covered Ouyang Rong with a quilt, put on his shoes and got out of bed, and moved out of the way.

The embroiderer nodded and sat down on the couch skillfully. She looked at Tan Lang softly, lowered her head and caressed him softly.

Ye Weilai skillfully took out the pen, ink and paper and looked at the moonlight. She found that the embroiderer's face was a bit solemn today.

I saw the embroiderer lowering her head and writing:

"I'll teach you that sword move again, and you can review it on your own. I have to go out tonight."

Damn it, the last chapter described the protagonist’s gaze. I heard that a book friend left a message in yesterday’s chapter, you boy, stand up for me, I’ll slap you! Good boy, stand up, don’t force Xiaorong to kneel down and beg you! It’s over, Xiaorong’s brain
Chapter completed!