"What do you think, Miss Xiu Niang?"

Zhao Qingxiu lowered his head.

[I don’t know, I don’t like to be separated, but... I have a family]

Ouyang Rong didn't ask any more questions, and the two of them seemed to have skipped the topic.

But then, the figures of the two people washing dishes side by side at the sink came a little closer.

I don’t know who was the first to “accidentally” get close.

Or maybe they just finished washing the bowls in the sink, and there were only a few left. The two of them were "fighting" to wash them, and naturally they couldn't help but get closer.

Bumping each other's shoulders from time to time.

The sunlight slanted in from outside the rear door and fell on their backs, making it difficult to see the subtle expressions of the two.

After wiping the last bowl and putting it back in the cupboard, Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around, put his palms into his arms, and spoke at the same time:

"By the way, I'll give you something. I mentioned it before I left."

"ah?"

Before Zhao Qingxiu could react, she blindfolded herself and felt the wind blowing towards her face.

It's his outstretched palm.

Zhao Qingxiu grabbed his arm, touched his palm along the arm, and fumbled to receive a gift.

Before opening it, Zhao Qingxiu was the first to smell the fragrance.

She groped carefully with both hands, and found that it seemed to be a small, square box made of mahogany with fine texture. The body of the box was inlaid with mother-of-pearls and pearls, and there was a lifelike picture of a dragon and a phoenix on the front.

This is……

Zhao Qingxiu opened the box with some confusion.

There is a small bronze mirror embedded in the lid of the box. The internal layout is clever and divided into several small compartments. Each compartment contains some powder and wet mud... It is they that emit the fragrance that just hits the nose.

"Ah?"

Zhao Qingxiu opened her mouth and muttered a few words, and then heard Tan Lang's calm voice in front of her:

"Rouge and gouache, I don't know if the embroider girl likes it.

"Last time we went out on Lantern Festival night, I saw that many girls' families like to dress up like this. It seems that the embroider girl has never been seen wearing rouge since we met."

His voice was gentle and seemed to be smiling.

"This time I happened to pass by a time-honored rouge and gouache shop in Longcheng. The boss recommended it. He said that this kind of rouge and gouache box is more convenient. The one from Luoyang is the most fashionable model at the moment."

Zhao Qingxiu held the rouge in her hand and was a little dazed.

She rarely uses rouge and gouache. She has lived in seclusion in Yunmeng for these years and has never touched it.

The last time I applied rouge was when I was a child in my hometown in Nanlong, and when my mother-in-law Zhao took me back to Tanlang's house, I put on ordinary rouge in a hurry.

I remember that day, my mother was not very good at using this thing, but her mother-in-law, Zhao, who was waiting in the sedan chair at the door, suddenly came in and dressed her up.

My mother-in-law also said something at that time.

A man will die for a man who knows himself, and a woman will live for a man who pleases her.

"Anyway, I have nothing to do in the afternoon. I have finished washing the dishes. Why don't you, Miss Xiu Niang, give it a try?"

Zhao Qingxiu was awakened by Ouyang Rong's voice.

Before she could speak, she was pulled into the side room by Ouyang Rong.

"You put on your makeup first, and I'll go out and wait...wait, isn't it right? The embroiderer girl can't see you, uh, I'll do it then."

Ouyang Rong directly volunteered, and without waiting for Zhao Qingxiu to refuse, he returned directly to the dressing table, pressed her on the embroidery stool, opened the rouge and gouache box, and began to work.

"It's easier for me to hold the box in your hand."

The azure ribbon in front of her eyes was removed, and Zhao Qingxiu held the open rouge and gouache box in both hands. The bronze mirror on the lid of the box in front of her reflected her dazed little face, as well as the busy figure of Ouyang Rong behind her shoulders.

The pretty girl is still a little confused. Didn't she wash the dishes just now? Why did she put on makeup in the blink of an eye?

Ouyang Rong coughed and felt that this gift was simply perfect.

Thanks to living in Yinbingzhai and Ye Weilai for a long time, Ouyang Rong knew a little bit about dressing up women's eyebrows.

I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running away.

Ouyang Rong's sword-shaped brows were concentrated, and he concentrated, and then... he performed an operation as fierce as a tiger.

Zhao Qingxiu had a very quiet and patient temperament. She held the box in both hands, sat on the embroidery stool with her back straight, and let Tan Lang paint without making a sound.

During this period, it was inevitable that the two would have some physical contact.

But maybe the rouge on her face was already so red that it covered up the girl's hot face.

"alright."

I don't know how long it took, but Ouyang Rong took two steps back, clapped his hands, and said in a relieved tone.

He turned to the front of Zhao Qingxiu and looked at her without blinking.

"Miss Xiu Niang is so well-behaved."

Zhao Qingxiu suddenly trembled all over.

Ouyang Rong saw her eyes turn red.

"Um, what's wrong?"

Zhao Qingxiu's originally gloomy eyes were a little sparkling, like a dry pool starting to fill up with a clear stream.

She raised her hand, covered her face, and shook her head.

"What happened?"

Zhao Qingxiu sniffed, and after a while, she lowered her head to write.

[Before...someone praised me like this too]

Ouyang Rong asked: "Are you also doing your eyebrow makeup?"

Zhao Qingxiu nodded subconsciously.

Ouyang Rong was quiet.

Immediately, Zhao Qingxiu realized something and quickly wrote:

"It's a woman."

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Could it be that they are from Nanlong, Luling? I remember that in my hometown of Nanlong, when describing beautiful women, they always say they are really good-looking. Could it be that..."

Ouyang Rong was mid-sentence when he suddenly felt the hem of his clothes being pulled.

[Master, I’m sleepy and want to rest, okay?]

Ouyang Rong was stunned.

But the girl in front of her looked up at her little face with light make-up of indigo, looking pitiful, and her beautiful make-up could not conceal the tiredness and exhaustion of long-term insomnia between her eyebrows.

"Okay, Miss Xiu Niang, you haven't had any rest these days, okay?"

[Well, I am a light sleeper and prone to dreams. Sir, I have a heartfelt request.]

"you say."

[Master, are you busy in the afternoon? Can you stay? You stayed with me like last time and waited until I fell asleep before leaving.]

Ouyang Rong nodded immediately:

"good."

An hour later.

In the back room of the wing, next to the bed with light pink curtains.

A pretty girl with light makeup is lying down sleeping, her eyes closed and her face sleeping peacefully.

The breathing sound is extremely light.

Ouyang Rong sat beside the bed, twisting an ice-white jade hairpin in his hand, and flicked the pendant of the hairpin from time to time with his fingertips.

"Long Ling—Long Ling—"

Ouyang Rong yawned and covered his mouth to suppress the yawn.

He glanced at the sky outside the window, then looked back at Zhao Qingxiu, who had fallen asleep.

Xiu Niang indeed slept well... Ouyang Rong leaned forward slightly and squinted close to her face, seeming to examine her face. The tip of his nose was filled with the fragrance of girl's body fragrance mixed with rouge and gouache, which tickled the tip of his nose and made his heart itch.

.

Ouyang Rong paused.

After a while, he stood up and left quietly.
To be continued...