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Chapter 808 Liang Han, will I be pregnant?
The dark night spread across the fields like ink, and two bonfires on the open ground suddenly tore through the darkness.

There was no one at one of the campfires.

Another bonfire stretched the two figures, one tall and one short, in front of it very long.

A woman's sad question broke the silence.

There was a silence that lasted for an unknown amount of time.

The firewood piled on dead branches burned silently, and the flames twisted and entangled like countless red-gold pythons, sometimes curling up into dark blue cores to lick the charred bark, and sometimes bursting into orange-red feathers and rushing into the void.

The crackling sound of burning resin mixed with the cries of night owls. Every explosion made the flames tremble, pushing the slightly deformed shadows of the man and woman by the campfire suddenly into deeper darkness.

The girl in the purple bellyband is closest to the campfire.

Ouyang Rong saw that the sparks behind her were like fireflies flying in the opposite direction, rising up in the heat wave, but before they could touch the stars in the sky, they turned into ashes and drifted away.

Occasionally a few grains hit the wind, flickering among the bushes, like elves wandering in the wilderness.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly smelled the burnt odor of burning wet firewood and rotten leaves, which blocked his nasal cavity and made him suffocate.

"Crack-!"

There was another sound of dry wood and branches exploding.

The firelight trembled, suddenly pushing the shadows of the two people in front of the campfire to both sides and into deeper darkness.

At this moment, the slender figure belonging to the man went upstream and walked to the curled up figure of the woman who was about to be pushed into the darkness.

Rong Zhen's purple skirt had fallen to the ground, and she was only wearing a small purple bellyband on her upper body. In the cold wind, she hugged her chest tightly with her hands.

Ouyang Rong walked over, took off his remaining undershirt, and wrapped it around Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen suddenly reached out and pushed him in the chest.

"go away!"

Ouyang Rong continued to move closer and put clothes on her.

She simply freed her hands and pushed hard.

"Get out of here, get out of here!"

Ouyang Rong, however, was persistent and went straight for her, wrapping the girl in the purple bellyband tightly with his moon-white inner shirt.

Rong Zhen had the body of a petite little girl, and even if she stretched her hands forward, there was not much distance between them. Even if she pressed against Ouyang Rong's chest, Ouyang Rong would still hold her in his arms and she could not escape.

Rong Zhen turned around and tried to run, but Ouyang Rong wrapped her tightly in clothes and held her in his arms.

"Let me go. I am not a lowly woman. Please respect yourself!"

She struggled.

Ouyang Rong felt that it was even harder to press than a pig during the Chinese New Year.

He spoke:
"Don't move, tie your hair."

Rong Zhen's body suddenly froze.

I wonder if I heard it wrong.

She looked back and saw Ouyang Rong with his chest bare. In his hand was a mandarin duck jade hairpin which he had taken out at some point, and he was about to tie her hair up.

The reversal...or rather happiness, seemed to come too suddenly, and Rong Zhen's little face was stunned.

Seeing that she stopped struggling, Ouyang Rong freed his hands and lifted up her long, black, satin-like hair.

He whispered:
"You are not a lowly woman. You have done everything a woman can do, including shame and what the world would consider lewd."

Rong Zhen's face instantly turned red, and she asked in a low voice like a little girl:

"You pushed me away, didn't you? You wanted to leave?"

Ouyang Rong didn't look at her pretty little face, but stared at the dark green hairpin seriously:
“I am a man, not a saint, but what qualifications do I, Ouyang Lianghan, have to receive this gift from God?

“You are a flower, but I am not a carpenter. I am a stranger who has strayed into the garden and will slowly destroy this garden that nourishes you.

"What you want most in your heart is a gentleman like a butterfly, fluttering around you all day long. Life is the embellishment of the garden, and death is its nourishment. I can't pretend that I don't know just because you don't realize it. Accepting you means accepting this assimilation."

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and said seriously:

"I consider myself to be a calm, rational, courageous and fearless scholar, but from the days when you have been revealing your true feelings, you have taught me a lesson. I can no longer be calm, rational, courageous or fearless, and I can also be indecisive and hesitant.

"What you have done is a recognition of 'Liang Han Gentleman'. Thank you for really thinking of me that way."

Rong Zhen couldn't help but said, "You, speak human language! Don't preach."

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment, then continued to tie her hair, looking down and saying:
"I am not a gentleman, so be careful of me."

Rong Zhen suddenly turned around and stopped tying his hair. His long black hair fell down again, tickling Ouyang Rong's chest.

She took a step forward, her eyes red and she sobbed:

"I don't care if you are a gentleman or not, but what kind of man is a man who can't face his instincts? If you have the guts, then hug me. Face your instincts. What kind of hero are you if you push them away?"

Ouyang Rong held the hairpin in his empty hand and said word by word:

"If I had just pretended to be stupid and hugged the princess, it would have been the greatest disrespect to the princess. Making a mistake in such a hot-blooded way would have truly disrespected the princess."

Rong Zhen had her black hair shawled over her shoulders and was wearing an inner shirt. After listening to Ouyang Rong's words, her little face was still looking at him in a daze.

Most women would feel that being pushed away at that moment was a sign of disgust and rejection, let alone her who had a strong sense of self-esteem.

Rong Zhen slowly lowered his head and murmured in a low voice:
"Fool, big fool."

"what?"

Ouyang Rong didn't hear clearly.

Rong Zhen didn't answer, sniffed and said:
"You are not a gardener, and I am not a vase. What I want is not a butterfly gentleman, but, what I want is..."

After swallowing the straightforward word, she took a deep breath and said in a sonorous and powerful voice:

"What if I say I am willing to accompany you to destroy the garden? Do you dare to hug me?"

"Your last name is Wei."

"This is my mother's surname, which was given by the saint. I don't want to be named Wei, and I don't want to have anything to do with Wei Jisi and his people."

Rong Zhen was a little excited, and he spilled the beans:

"Back then, the Saint and my mother had a deep sisterly relationship. He looked down on my father's humble origins and did not like my mother marrying far away. After ascending the throne, he summoned my mother back to the capital and wanted her to remarry. However, he was afraid that it would have a bad reputation, so he wanted my father to take the initiative to ask for a divorce. My father and mother refused, so my father was banished to a remote place...

"In the end, my mother and father did not go to Luoyang. Only I went to the palace alone. I was given the surname Wei and was given the title of Princess. But I never thought it was a gift. I don't like the surname Wei. Don't regard me as the same as them, and don't think that accepting it means being assimilated. That's not the case."

Ouyang Rong quieted down, his brows gradually furrowed, and he seemed to be in deep thought.

Rong Zhen tilted his head and asked him:

"According to what you said, isn't your junior sister Xie Lingjiang also a flower in the garden? You can accept her to accompany you to destroy the garden, but why can't another flower? Have you ever thought that this is unfair? Just because she came first? This is unfair.

"Ouyang Lianghan, just tell me, do you dare or not, are you willing or not? I just want you to answer with one word, just one word."

Ouyang Rong hesitated and said very cautiously:

"I may not be able to return to Beijing right away. I promised my aunt and junior sister that I would bring the embroiderer back intact. I also promised the embroiderer that I would take her to Luoyang."

Rong Zhen almost blurted out:

"If Xie Lingjiang can tolerate Xiu Niang, I can tolerate her too. I can tolerate her more than Xie Lingjiang. I have seen Xiu Niang in Xingzifang before and told you about it once. I don't know if you remember. I said at that time that this blind and mute child bride has true feelings for you. Heaven can bear witness to this. You must treat her well and live up to her love, otherwise I have misjudged you."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but ask:

"But weren't you jealous just now when you saw me hiding Xiu Niang's sword..."

Rong Zhen blushed and denied it with trembling eyelashes:

"I'm not jealous..."

After a pause, he said unhappily:
"That was a misunderstanding that you would never come back, just for her. Besides, you were really good to her, so good that it made people... "That day when you brought a string of money to Xunyang Grottoes, was it just to find Xue Zhongzhu to redeem her? Didn't you think of anything else?"

When Ouyang Rong was silent, Rong Zhen stared at him and said:

"I want to hear the truth."

Ouyang Rong turned his face away.

His face was still calm and resolute, as Rong Zhen was familiar with, but the words he spoke made her feel delighted.

"I thought about it."

He said it very cautiously.

Rong Zhen seemed to be suddenly relieved.

She smiled faintly:

"These words are enough." He tilted his head again: "This feeling is enough."

Ouyang Rong suddenly said:

"I'm really good at smashing things, no kidding."

Rong Zhen was fearless, raised his head and asked:

"Like the destruction of the Buddha statue the other day?"

Ouyang Rong leaned forward slightly:
"What I destroyed the other day was just a Buddha made of clay. What I want to destroy is the Buddha in people's hearts."

The man in front of him was shirtless and looked a bit shabby and funny, but in Rong Zhen's eyes, there was an indescribable aggression.

She knew that he always did what he said.

Rong Zhenxin's dance speeded up inexplicably, just like beating drums.

She looked away and lowered her head to touch her black hair.

"I will not stop you from doing men's business."

Rong Zhen raised his head again and spoke softly:
"But no one can hurt you. As long as I am here, I am the only one in the world who can hurt you."

Ouyang Rong heard that her voice gradually became softer. Her usually cold face was flushed in front of him tonight:

"You have ruined my body tonight, and you have stolen my bellyband before, taking away my innocence long ago. I can only be yours. If you betray me, I will..."

Ouyang Rong always felt that the word "waste" was inappropriate, but he couldn't say it because he was afraid of ruining the atmosphere and making her unhappy, or saying that he was a quibble-maker.

Seeing the purple bellyband girl staring at him with murderous eyes, Ouyang Rong subconsciously asked:

"Otherwise what?"

Rong Zhen snorted coldly and did not answer.

While Ouyang Rong was still pondering, she suddenly said:

"Every year during the Lantern Festival, I will accompany you to the Lantern Festival. I will give you a hairpin on every birthday. Every month... I will make you a bowl of soup."

She was somewhat happy when she said the last sentence.

Ouyang Rong said seriously:
"Visiting the Lantern Festival, I'll take care of the riddles, hairpin, maybe my salary is a little low..."

Rong Zhen glared at him and said anxiously:

“A wood-carved hairpin is also a hairpin.”

Ouyang Rong looked serious and patted her shoulder:
"Okay. As for the soup, I'll give you enough."

Rong Zhen reached out and pressed his steadily beating heart, staring at him:
"A gentleman's word?"

Ouyang Rong nodded heavily:
"It's hard to chase a horse!"

The lingering sound lingered for a moment, and the world seemed to have become quiet.

It seemed like something had changed, yet everything seemed to be the same.

Rong Zhen and Ouyang Rong stared at each other for a while, her eyes gradually became shy, and she lowered her eyebrows:
"Don't just stand there like an idiot. Tie up my hair for me."

Ouyang Rong immediately walked behind Rong Zhen and continued to tie her hair, his expression extremely serious.

After a while, the girl in the purple bellyband had a simple high bun on her head, just like the hairstyle of a married woman.

Rong Zhen raised her hand and stroked her high bun, becoming more and more delighted.

Ouyang Rong sat down, took out the roasted rabbit meat, tore it in half and handed it to her.

Rong Zhen lowered his head and nibbled on it in small bites.

Ouyang Rong also lowered his eyes and filled his stomach.

For some reason, even though they had expressed their feelings and made a love promise, the atmosphere between them became somewhat silent.

Perhaps because both parties are proud and face-conscious people, they were enemies quarreling to the death a moment ago, but at this moment, their relationship has made rapid progress and changed qualitatively.

Although it was a natural outcome, it was also full of twists and turns.

Both familiar and strange.

I love in my heart, but I also hate with my teeth.

There are thirty thousand words in the world, but love is the hardest to write.

Just as the eyes were silent and the air was quiet, the inner shirt covering Rong Zhen's body slipped to the ground.

Ouyang Rong immediately bent down to pick it up and was about to put it back on her.

"I am here."

Rong Zhen whispered something, took the inner shirt with his backhand, wrapped it around Ouyang Rong, then picked up the Confucian shirt and put it on Ouyang Rong.

But she didn't put a belt on him, so Ouyang Rong's chest was open.

After getting dressed, Rong Zhen lowered her head a little:

"do not move."

She took the initiative to step forward and shrank her small body into Ouyang Rong's arms.

Hold his waist tightly.

This time when the girl in the purple bellyband was in his arms, Ouyang Rong did not make any mistakes. He held his hands in the air for a while, feeling somewhat helpless. Then he slowly lowered them and placed them on her slightly cool naked arms, rubbing and caressing them to keep them warm.

The two of them sat together by the campfire, hugging each other quietly.

Ouyang Rong stared at the fire in front of him. He couldn't see Rong Zhen's expression, but he could feel the girl's body was burning hot, like a small stove, and the fragrance of her hair lingered at the tip of his nose, making him feel itchy, and he couldn't help scratching it.

In this hugging position, he could hear Rong Zhen's rising and falling heartbeat and the even breathing through her nose. Her eyelashes trembled, making the skin on Ouyang Rong's neck slightly itchy.

She seemed to be asleep, dreaming, and motionless.

Ouyang Rong sat upright, looking straight ahead, and waited for a long time, until his eyes became sore from looking at the bonfire.

Just sitting there...

At some point, Ouyang Rong raised his right hand from Rong Zhen's little arm, scratched his nose, and then put it down, as if to reset it...

At this moment, Rong Zhen frowned and suddenly raised her little face.

Ouyang Rong quickly withdrew his hand and looked down, but he did not see her coquettish look.

Rong Zhen's face was full of worry, and she whispered to him:

"Liang Han, do you think I will get pregnant after holding each other for so long?"

Ouyang Rong:……?
At this moment, he suddenly understood what the lady of history meant when she said with gritted teeth, "you ruined her."

(End of this chapter)