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Chapter 101 Give Her a Blue Butterfly

Ah Qing is a typical Wuyue girl.

Being raised by the Jiangnan water town, but the current Jiangnan water town is more like a remote place with poor mountains and bad waters. Jiangnan Road is not so rich and prosperous among the ten roads in the world.

Even if it is not comparable to Guannei Road, the political and economic center of the dynasty, it is also difficult to compare with Henan and Hebei in the traditional hinterland of the Central Plains.

But the suitable water, soil and climate in the south can't be changed, and it still raises a girl like Ah Qing who is as beautiful as Ah Qing.

Petite and exquisite, thin and soft, with delicate features.

The black hair is thick and smooth, tied up with a wooden hairpin.

The forehead is white and square, the willow-leaf eyebrows are curved, the nose is small and the mouth is small.

Ah Qing also has a pair of big deer-like lacquer eyes full of aura, like two black pearls falling into sweet white sugar.

The slender eyelashes are curled up, and the movement of blinking her big eyes is matched with her obedient appearance sitting beside Ouyang Rong, lowering her head meekly, holding a bowl, pinching chopsticks and chopsticks, chewing and swallowing slowly without making a sound.

It looked very charming.

However, Ouyang Rong felt that the eyes of the girl beside her were not as big as Wei Lai's big western eyes, but she had a small hibiscus face, which made her eyes extraordinarily big and delicate.

Two styles.

One is a Wuyue girl from Xiaojiabiyu, and the other is a delicate and lovely white-haired loli.

At this moment, one of them was sitting beside Ouyang Rong, shy and afraid to look at him; the other was standing behind him, serving him food and vegetables.

The dishes on the table today are not all spicy dishes from Nanlong's hometown, this only accounts for half, and the remaining half tastes salty and sweet.

After all, we have to take care of the tastes of the invited Liu Ashan family.

Although my aunt is a bit aggressive and occasionally very subjective, she does a good job in housekeeping and hospitality.

Ouyang Rong is quite satisfied with this.

For some reason, Mrs. Zhen talked a lot about Mother Liu who was over half a hundred years old.

On the round table, there were two women chatting.

As for the other three.

With a serious face, Ouyang Rong focused on challenging the spicy dish of the Yunshui Pavilion chef.

Liu Ashan is old and bored, so he covers his head and cooks;

Ah Qing has a shy personality, and dare not reach out to pick up dishes that are too far away, but the exquisite Zhen Shi is flexible and thoughtful, glances at her from time to time, and picks up vegetables for her with a smile, which makes the little girl blush with embarrassment.

It may be that Liu Ashan has been following Ouyang Rong these days, but he is honest and capable in few words, and he performed outstandingly in her eyes.

Or maybe they feel that it is quite reassuring to have a entourage following their nephew who is willing to dive into the water to save others at any time.

Mrs. Zhen is very satisfied with this dull man, and she is also very warm-hearted towards the Liu family today, but she doesn't have any pretensions about the master's family.

While chatting with Mother Liu, Mrs. Luo Qun turned her head to look at Ah Qing from time to time, picked up some food for her, and occasionally asked about her daughter's family.

She likes this girl from the Liu family very much, she is obedient and pleasing to the eye, and she is said to be diligent in taking care of the house, she knows without thinking that she is good at taking care of men.

Isn't this more suitable to take care of Tan Lang than a certain white-haired girl?
It's a pity that the only thing I regret is the tattoo of the word "Yue" on the forehead of this girl from the Liu family.

Mrs. Zhen ordered Banxi to go to the back kitchen to bring longevity noodles. She turned her head, took Ah Qing's little hand, and said in a broad voice:
"You can treat this place like your own home, and you can come here when you have nothing to do. You are Ah Shan's younger sister. Tan Lang also mentioned it before, saying that he also treats you as a younger sister."

"Big lady, Ah... Ah Qing knows."

The delicate girl nodded as if she was making medicine, and glanced sideways at the handsome young man who was holding back his breath, and she lowered her head with red ears again.

Zhen Shi laughed, and squinted at someone who was secretly competing with Cai:
"I don't want to be brave."

She turned back and asked, "Is there a handkerchief?"

Ah Qing and Wei Lai moved almost at the same time.

Wei Lai was even faster, presenting a folded light pink scented handkerchief with both hands.

Ah Qing probably thought that Mrs. Zhen was talking to her, so she hurriedly took out a handkerchief and handed it to Mrs. Zhen timidly.

The woman in Luo skirt sitting at the table smiled and took Ah Qing's handkerchief, as if she didn't see the handkerchief of the white-haired maid who was closer to her.

Ah Qing came to her senses, her face apologetic.

Facing the snorting laughter of her companions who were waiting beside her, Wei Lai didn't look annoyed at all, she retracted her champagne as usual, and stood beside Zhen's quietly and prettyly.

Zhen's said to Ouyang Rong, "Wipe, your head is full of sweat."

Ouyang Rong took the handkerchief, didn't wipe the sweat from his temples, but casually wiped his numb mouth, still speaking stiffly: "What sweat, where is the sweat?"

Zhenshi smiled, but she was quite satisfied with the newly hired cook, and thought about getting Banxi to pay some more monthly money later.

If you want to conquer a man, you must first conquer his stomach. The same is true for letting Tan Lang take care of the family. If there is a good cook at home, naturally they won't go out every day to some place of smoke and willows... Luo Qun's woman has a clear heart.

Afterwards, Ah Qing seriously finished eating the Longevity Noodles, and the others also ate a lot, especially Ouyang Rong, who was so spicy that he drank three cups of herbal tea to suppress it.

After dinner, everyone sat down in the front hall to rest and chat.

"Ah Qing, I'm ashamed to say that I don't have anything to sell, so I'll give you a small gift."

Ouyang Rong took the book he brought back from Wei Lai, spread out the pages, took out a blue handmade origami, and handed it to the delicate girl with a grateful and curious face in front of everyone.

"Thank you master, master is busy, but I can still remember Ah Qing..."

Ah Qing whispered a little moved, and at the same time took the gift with both hands, placed it on her knees, and looked down:

This is a "blue butterfly flower".

It's just different from the clump of pansies that brother gave me in the afternoon.

It is made of indigo paper, folded and pieced together.

What's more interesting is that this paper blue pansy flower is all made of small Pythagorean-shaped paper pieces arranged in a spiral.

Ah Qing was taken aback when she saw it, and couldn't help but take a few more glances. She raised her head and looked at Ouyang Rong in surprise.

Ah Qing is Sui Gong. She is good at manual work, and she is no stranger to origami.

Although paper is a rather expensive item in the study at the moment, it is not uncommon in the Gu Yue Sword Shop run by the Liu family, and there are some companions around her who like to collect waste paper from the sword shop and sell it for money.

Of course, Ah Qing also knows some paper crafts, but this is the first time she has seen the "blue butterfly flower" that the master folded.

It's very simple.

Pansies are shaped like butterflies, with many arcs.

And he used a pile of small pieces of Pythagorean paper, spirally stacked into arcs... How else can he do this?

The Zhen family, Liu Mu, Liu Ashan and others next to him didn't care about the gadgets in Ah Qing's hands, they paid more attention to Ouyang Rong's intentions.

The delicate girl who likes to do manual work sat silently on the chair, lowered her head, and touched the triangular piece of paper with her small hand, with a thoughtful look on her small face from time to time.

Seeing that she was interested, Ouyang Rong went to sit on the chair next to her, and explained with a smile.

Ah Qing asked curiously from time to time, he explained patiently, and Wei Lai also came to listen.

In fact, this is not some advanced paper art. It was learned by Ouyang Rong in his previous life when he was tutoring a cute little niece in a kindergarten handicraft class. It seems to be called iris folding or iris folding.

Not long after, Ah Qing plucked up her courage, raised her small face, looked at Ouyang Rong seriously and said:

"Thank you sir!"

She really likes this origami blue pansy.

Afterwards, everyone chatted in the hall for a while, seeing that the night was getting darker, Liu Ashan's family was about to say goodbye and leave.

Before parting, Ah Qing took out a folded new robe from nowhere, carefully handed it to Ouyang Rong, avoiding his gaze and said:
"Master, I happened to be free a few days ago, so I made you a piece of clothing, thank you...thank you for taking care of brother."

Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, Zhen Shi had already stepped forward to take over the new robe for him, twirled the fabric with his fingers, and praised:
"Ah Qing made this? This needlework is really good."

Standing with her hands behind her back, the delicate girl buried her head in her embroidered shoes.

Ouyang Rong also looked at the densely stitched gown, and couldn't help but say:
"How do you know about my... well, thank you, Ah Qing, for taking the trouble."

I wanted to ask how Ah Qing knew his size, but then I remembered that last time at Donglin Temple, a blouse was left at Ah Qing's place. I guess the girl had silently measured the clothes at that time, so it was really troublesome.

Ouyang Rong was a little moved.

Liu Ashan's family is really simple, if you treat them well, they will repay you a hundred times and a thousand times.

And there are many, many people like this in this world.

Liu Ashan left with his mother and sister.

Zhen ordered the maids to clear the table.

Ouyang Rong asked Wei Lai to put away her new robe and return to the courtyard to rest.

after bathing.

Ouyang Rong read a book at the desk in the outer room for a while, and was addicted to it for a while, the night was quite dark.

When his eyelids got a little tired, he rubbed his eyes to cover his eyes, got up and went to the back room.

As soon as people passed the bead curtain, Ouyang Rong saw a silver-haired servant girl curled up and sitting on an embroidered stool beside the table with an orange butter lamp in front of the window.

The girl under the dim light, with her eyes closed, her head lowered, was nodding her head again and again, and the two sideburns by her ears were also bouncing, dozing off like a chicken pecking at rice.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help laughing, but he saw some needlework in her hands.

On the table next to him was the new robe Ah Qing had given him during dinner.

Ouyang Rong gradually put away his smile, walked silently, and closed the window.

Turning around, he folded the new robe, put it aside, and pulled out the needle and thread that was still pinched in the fingers of a certain little sleepy bug.

"Well……"

Wei Lai's shoulders shrugged suddenly, her eyes were still closed in a daze, and she muttered between her pink lips: "What... what time is it..."

Without answering, he blew out the lamp.

The young county magistrate hugged his silver-haired personal servant girl face to face, and walked towards the bed where there was only one bedding left.

"Fool, what's the comparison?" He said softly.

In the dark room, Wei Lai, who was half awake, subconsciously hugged the young man exuding a familiar aura of a man. Her silvery and smooth hair hung on his thick shoulders, like a snow-white waterfall hanging on the cliff, dreaming in her mouth. murmur:
"Lord...Master..."

"uh-huh."

"Slave... Slave can learn..."

After a moment of silence, "Okay."

"Owner……"

"exist."

"It's so kind of you……"

"Fool." The voice paused, "Get sleepy, what are you doing...don't kick the quilt."

"Well... but... but master..."

"Ok?"

"I want to pee..."

"..." Ouyang Rong.

……

　PS: Come on, didn't sleep!There are things that must be foreshadowed in this chapter, there is really no water...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)