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Chapter 267 He Will Flirt
"Big Brother!"

Xie Lingjiang hurriedly opened the door and entered the room, and immediately saw Ouyang Rong's slender figure walking out of the back room with a book in her arms, her face was pleasantly surprised.

Ouyang Rong said with a smile: "Why are you so anxious, why are you so frizzy?"

"Eldest brother, you...are you alright?"

Ouyang Rong glanced at the fine drops of water on Xie Ling's Jiang Jiebai forehead, walked to the table, and poured a cup of herbal tea.

Xie Lingjiang bit her lip and walked around the peaceful young man pouring tea twice, looking him up and down.

The young man with short hair who has been bedridden for many days without seeing the sun, his skin has become fairer and thinner, he has the temperament of a sickly handsome man, but his eyes are piercing.

In good spirits, he has recovered.

"Don't look, there's nothing serious except for a sore back."

"Waist... back pain?" Xie Lingjiang couldn't help biting the words.

Ouyang Rong nodded:

"I fell down and hurt my waist, which is normal. But speaking of it, Master Shandao's medical skills are still superb, and he is worthy of the name of a miracle doctor."

He looked around and sighed.

Xie Lingjiang was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Ouyang Rong's composed expression, what did she realize.

"It is indeed a miracle doctor." Xie Lingjiang whispered.

Ouyang Rong handed the herbal tea to Xie Lingjiang and asked curiously:

"Little junior sister is looking at me for what, I am not hurt, besides, don't you know how I am, these days you are not on the couch.

"Also, where did you go in the morning? Why didn't you see anyone when you woke up? You just came back, how do you know I woke up?"

Xie Lingjiang quickly took the teacup, lowered his head and sipped silently, and only answered one question in a low voice:
"It's what the genius doctor said... Eldest brother wakes up today."

Ouyang Rong nodded, sighed and said, "Master Shandao is so powerful. I used to talk to him a little loudly. It seems that I will have to honor him in the future."

Xie Lingjiang was holding the teacup nervously, and couldn't help but look at the big senior brother who was thinking about it.

In fact, these days, she has been turned away by that eccentric Mr. Qiu Qiu, who forbids her to visit senior brother at will.

And not only her, but my father Xie Xun, senior Chong Xuzi, and Li Xian's family are also treated in the same way.

Old Taoist Crane Cloak Qiu declined all visitors, and only that delicate girl was allowed to stay in this room of Sanhuiyuan.

Xie Lingjiang was anxious like ants on a hot pot outside, circling around, tossing and turning at night.

He even regretted giving up the elder brother's sick bed so easily, what if the old man, Crane Cloak Qiu, is arrogant and bragging, he might as well try Daoist Chong Xuzi's bad strategy.

Until this morning, the second senior sister who had been dragging her and Father's delicate girl left suddenly. Before leaving, she was informed that she was awake. Xie Lingjiang was relieved and rushed over without stopping.

Right now, seeing Ouyang Rong alive and kicking, Xie Lingjiang suddenly felt that everything was worth it. The anxiety and suffering these days were all worth it, even if... again, he lost to that delicate doctor in the matter of "asking a genius doctor to save someone" girl.

Xie Lingjiang was both grateful and bitter in his heart, and his emotions towards that delicate girl became complicated all of a sudden.

By the way, there's also... her strange behavior of leaving voluntarily.

Xie Lingjiang hesitated to speak: "Eldest brother..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Just now when you entered the yard, did you notice any movement in the house?"

"What's going on?" Xie Lingjiang looked around curiously, "No, what's the big brother talking about? Aren't you in the room?"

"fine."

Ouyang Rong shook his head calmly.

He was watching the sword in the house just now, logically there should be a lot of spiritual energy fluctuations, when the junior sister broke in suddenly, Ouyang Rong was also nervous for a moment, and then hurriedly put away the "craftsmanship".

It stands to reason that a junior sister who is a Qi trainer of the seventh rank should be able to detect the corresponding movements, especially the surging spiritual energy fluctuations of the cauldron sword.

Before asking, Ouyang Rong thought that the junior sister judged that he was awake based on the fluctuation of the tripod sword.

The aura fluctuates very little... Could it be said that this is also a magical power of "craftsmanship"?
He looked down at the palm of his hand, and the Buddhist scriptures "made by craftsman" in his arms.

His eyes are thoughtful.

Russian hectares.

"That, hold it for me."

Ouyang Rong casually stuffed the Buddhist scriptures into the arms of the little junior sister, left behind a word, turned around and walked out of the room.

Senior brother's words and deeds are often so unpredictable, Xie Lingjiang has long been used to it, and can't figure him out.

He didn't ask much at the moment, seeing him leave, he quickly followed him step by step.

"Brother, where are we going?"

"Go down the mountain."

"Oh, but senior brother, your hair, your hair, hasn't been crowned yet." She reminded.

The short-haired young man who was walking in front suddenly stopped, turned around, and a pretty girl with a book like a little follower buried her head in following, but in an instant, it was too late to brake.

With a sound of "Oops", the junior sister ran into the arms of the senior brother.

Her first reaction was not to blame someone for braking, but to blame herself in a panic, and a blush instantly appeared on her cheeks.

However, fortunately, the arm holding the book on his chest blocked it, otherwise he would be really shameless.

"Uh sorry."

Ouyang Rong didn't seem to think much about it, his face was calm, and he took off the men's soap cap of the girl disguised as a man with his big hands, and put it on his short-haired head.

Ouyang Rong was not polite.

Xie Lingjiang's eyes were blank.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong was taller and Xie Lingjiang was a little shorter, so one of them bowed his head while the other raised his head, resulting in a scene of big eyes and small eyes.

Ouyang Rong suddenly raised his hand, and wiped the sweat from Xie Lingjiang's forehead with the sleeve of his small arm.

Xie Ling Jiang Jiao's body tensed up and froze instantly, not even daring to let out a sound.

After wiping the sweat on her forehead carefully, Ouyang Rong stopped, turned around and continued to go out, as if he was obsessive-compulsive.

"Why are you standing there in a daze, let's go, why are you even worse than before, you don't know how to wipe off your sweat, by the way, lend me your hat, anyway, you're wearing a crown."

"Oh, okay, fine."

Xie Lingjiang followed him with a sullen pretty face, replying mechanically, and followed him out of Sanhuiyuan. She quietly turned her eyes to look at the profile of the elder brother in front.

He looked as usual and strode forward.

"Let's go down the mountain now, senior brother, don't you want to eat?"

"I won't eat, I've been in a coma for so long, there are a lot of things to deal with down the mountain."

"That's right, my father is also waiting for us at the foot of the mountain. My elder brother must be happy when he wakes up."

"The teacher is here too."

"Well, father is very concerned about senior brother."

"Then, go see the teacher first." Ouyang Rong hesitated and sighed softly:
"However, during the days when I was in a coma, tell me about what happened in Dragon City in detail on the way."

"Yes, Big Brother."

"Also... these days, thank you for your hard work."

Xie Lingjiang's nose instantly became sore.

After going down the mountain, Xie Lingjiang held the Buddhist scriptures and narrated the recent events in Longcheng. Ouyang Rong listened silently all the way.

But occasionally, the junior sister asked him about his "sore back", and seemed to be very interested in it. Ouyang Rong was slightly taken aback, but he answered a few words casually, telling the truth.

The little girl bit her lip and frowned, not knowing what she was thinking about.

Ouyang Rong didn't have much time to guess the woman's mind, and there were more important things to deal with right now.

It was almost noon when the brothers and sisters arrived at Luming Street from Dagushan.

Ouyang Rong saw his teacher Xie Xun in the Meilin courtyard of Meilu Garden.

The master and apprentice shook hands and exchanged greetings.

Seeing his teacher with graying temples but who came to Longcheng to visit him, Ouyang Rong was moved.

"Have you eaten the meal, teacher?"

"Not yet." Xie Xun smiled: "I've been eating at the Su Mansion next door for the past few days, why don't we go over now..."

"No need for now." Ouyang Rong suddenly interrupted: "Let's eat here, I'm sorry to disturb others, the students' cooking skills are not bad, teachers and junior sisters, you can try it later."

Right now, there are almost no servants in Meilu Garden, only a few old servants guarding the gate. Without saying a word, Ouyang Rong went to the back kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and cooked for himself.

Xie Xun couldn't help looking at the decisive back of the recovering young man.

When the master and apprentice met, they had a surprisingly tacit understanding, and they didn't have a deep chat right away.

There are temptations and attitudes.

This is not polite and defensive, but too rude and too close.

Xie Lingjiang sweated a lot on the way back, and the sweat soaked the thin back-cut shirt. She immediately went back to Yilanxuan in Su Mansion to take a bath and incense.

Ouyang Rong felt that his cooking skills were not bad, but he had practiced it when he lived outside in his previous life.

Especially before, when Liu Ashan and the others went to investigate the hydrology of the upper and lower reaches of Butterfly Creek, they often cooked in the wild, but they also learned.

Ah Shan's cooking skills are quite good, comparable to his sister's.

During cooking, Ouyang Rong was slightly dazed.

At a certain moment, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the empty kitchen behind him.

The figure of a dull man who often follows behind him like a little transparent man is no longer there.

Right now, Ah Qing and Liu Mu are not in Meilu Garden either. I heard from my junior sister that they have moved back to their home in the outskirts of the city to deal with Ah Shan's funeral, and he has been in a coma for many days and missed the main funeral...

Ouyang Rong turned his head, threw the firewood into the stove, "cracked", and silently stared at the dancing flames in the stove.

After a while, he rubbed his face several times to restrain his emotions temporarily.

As soon as he adjusted his expression, the movement of the little junior sister came from the yard.

In the yard, Xie Xun, who was bowing his head in thought, also looked up at this moment.

"Wu Wan, you..."

He was also a little surprised when he saw the figure of his daughter walking into the yard from the Meilin path.

Xie Xun couldn't help asking: "Why is the hair so untidy and not wearing a crown? Hey, why are you wearing a skirt for the first time..."

Speaking of the latter, as if thinking of something, the middle-aged Confucian scholar paused and looked sideways at his daughter.

"Hair is wet, it's not dry yet." Xie Lingjiang replied in a low voice with long black hair draped over his shoulders.

Just after taking a bath and incense, Xie Lingjiang dismissed the maid, and after dressing up, immediately carried a Buddhist scriptures and returned to the elder brother's courtyard.

"Where's senior brother?" Xie Lingjiang looked around and asked curiously, "Is he cooking in the kitchen?"

Xie Xun stroked his beard and nodded.

Xie Lingjiang walked over immediately: "My daughter goes to help."

"Wuhou, can you still cook?" Xie Xun was curious.

After being glared at by the precious girl, the old father hurriedly shut up and nodded vigorously: "Okay, okay, I will look at you with admiration after a three-day farewell, and try Houhou's craftsmanship."

However, seeing his daughter with wet hair and white dress walking into the kitchen with her head held high, he couldn't help but laugh.

Why are you going in here to help? It's not helping?

Xie Xun held his forehead and shook his head, feeling a little headache.

Inside the kitchen.

"Eldest brother, let me wash the rice!"

As soon as Xie Lingjiang entered the kitchen, he said solemnly that she would do her part and stepped forward to help.

Ouyang Rong wiped his hands, turned his head and asked, "Do you still know this?"

"You underestimated me, I learned it a long time ago." She sullenly.

"Okay." Ouyang Rong moved away from the stove.

Miss Xie has just finished taking a bath, her face and neck are fair and snowy, clean and beautiful, free from dust.

She was wearing a moon-white long dress on her delicate body, with a pretty waist, like a fairy descending to earth.

A head of glossy black hair was casually scattered around the shoulders, compared with the heroic spirit of wearing hair and crowns in the past, this moment is a bit more fairy-like.

At this moment, Xie Ling Jiang Qiao passed by Ouyang Rong, and a few wisps of the fragrance of flowers penetrated into his nose.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and saw Xie Lingjiang's serious appearance holding the book in both arms, he couldn't help laughing:
"Why are you holding on to this Buddhist scripture?"

Xie Ling and Jiang Qiong wrinkled her nose: "Didn't the senior brother ask me to hold it?"

"When you come back, just put it on the desk in my study. Forget it, you're so stupid. Besides, don't you wonder why I brought a Buddhist scripture back?"

"Well, why?" She tilted her head.

"There is a flower inside, it was given by the Buddha," Ouyang Rong said solemnly, "Let me give it to you and put it on your head."

He glanced at her long, wet hair.

"Huh~" Xie Lingjiang had a dubious expression on his face.

"Don't believe me? Then close your eyes." He sighed.

Xie Lingjiang rolled his eyes, "Children only believe it, don't shut it up, it's old-fashioned."

Ouyang Rong nodded, took out a slender red rope from his sleeve, and threw it behind Xie Lingjiang's back in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Xie Lingjiang looked back vigilantly, but found that the thrown red rope was nowhere to be seen.

She looked around on the ground with a suspicious look on her face: "Where is the rope?"

Ouyang Rong laughed and said, "Isn't it on your head?"

Xie Lingjiang turned her head in an instant, lifted her black hair on her shoulders, and saw a beautiful hairpin was quietly attached to her black hair.

This hair clip has a novel shape. It is composed of a light blue glass piece in the shape of an iris petal and a red string. The glass hair clip is beautiful.

Her small face was full of surprises, "This, this is..."

The legendary tripod sword was casually thrown to her by the elder brother, and it was temporarily used as a hairpin to tie the black hair.

Ouyang Rong said seriously: "Throw away the Buddhist scriptures, give flowers to beauties, and the Buddha is useless."

Xie Lingjiang grabbed the glazed red rope hairpin on the floating hair, and used it to tie up all the black hair.She looked down at the face and blue hair reflected in the water tank, she felt her cheeks were hot, and she said with a red face and glutinous voice:
"Eldest brother, you...you seem to have changed, you have changed."

"It's definitely changed."

Ouyang Rong nodded. When he was manipulating the Dingjian, the little junior sister couldn't detect the aura fluctuations on him in front of him. The Dingjian left the Buddhist scriptures in his arms and didn't even notice.

With a sweet heart, Xie Lingjiang asked tremblingly, "Is it true?"

Ouyang Rong was very sure: "Really, so you also found out? I have become stronger, and my junior sister can no longer see my shadow."

"..." Xie Lingjiang.

Ouyang Rong suppressed the corner of his mouth, pretending he didn't see the junior sister puffing up her cheeks and humming softly. He kept a serious face, turned his head and continued cooking.

After a while, the food is ready.

Ouyang Rong, Xie Ling and Jiang's father and daughter sat in the courtyard and had lunch together.

(End of this chapter)