Chapter 987 No way, even my brother is on guard? [Requesting double monthly votes]

The girl's two most important pieces of clothing have disappeared.

At this moment, the atmosphere between the brother and sister was somewhat quiet by the wardrobe in the main house.

An awkward silence hung in the air.

At least Ouyang Rong couldn't help but feel awkward in this atmosphere.

Ah Qing stood with her sword slung over her back, biting her lip, her clear eyes silently watching her most trusted brother.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but say:

"Sister, I don't know where it went either. I definitely put it away, and I can assure you that no one ever comes to this room..."

He spoke with great sincerity, detailing everything:

“Because your brother always checks the hidden signals when he returns to the house, and Miaosi can also smell the scent, there’s no mistake about that. No one’s here… Wait, let me look again to see if I’ve forgotten where.”

Aqing quieted down, lowered her eyelids, and whispered:

“Aqing will not doubt her brother.”

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Rong paused for a moment, then subconsciously blurted out, "Of course! How could I possibly take your undergarments? There's no question about it..."

Ah Qing rolled her eyes, glanced at her brother who was reacting strongly, and immediately added:

“What Ah Qing said is true. I never doubted that my brother was lying. My brother misunderstood me... but what my brother said is right.”

For a moment, Ouyang Rong was so embarrassed that his big toe was digging into the ground.

Why does it seem like he's acting guilty, like he's been caught red-handed?

His face flushed red. Ouyang Rong took a deep breath, calmed down, and immediately began to think things through.

"Okay, let's look again. Maybe I have a bad memory. Wait, I have an idea..."

Aqing noticed that her brother's tone had returned to its usual calm, and for some reason, a slight sense of loss welled up in her heart...

However, before she could fully process what was happening, Ouyang Rong in front of her had already begun to act.

The young man turned and walked towards the wardrobe, speaking calmly:

"Miaosi has a keen sense of smell and can track scents within a short range. As long as the clothes are still in the yard, she will definitely be able to find them. Just let her sniff your skirt."

"Uh-huh."

The girl with the sword on her back seemed somewhat absent-minded.

Ouyang Rong didn't notice anything amiss. Instead, he gestured for A Qing to calm down, then went to the wardrobe and knocked twice on the door.

A frustrated voice came from inside the wardrobe:

"Who is it? No strangers or dogs allowed except for Ah Qing."

"I need to open the door and help Ah Qing and me find something..."

The little ink spirit seemed to nod:

"You should stay away."

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Seeing that politeness was useless, Ouyang Rong didn't bother with further words and simply pushed open the wardrobe door.

Inside the wardrobe, the little ink spirit, who was lying comfortably sprawled out, suddenly jolted awake, clutching her small blanket to cover her chest, her eyes wary.

While being on guard, Miao Si didn't forget to use her small body to block the pastries and private belongings deep inside the cupboard.

"Little Rongzi, what... what are you going to do?"

Ouyang Rong felt a headache coming on when he saw her like this.

Miao Si was immediately annoyed and glared at him fiercely, saying:

"What are you looking at, Xiao Rongzi? You call yourself an honest official? Don't you know this is trespassing? Get out of here! Don't look at what you shouldn't!"

Ouyang Rong ignored him and said directly:

"Aqing has some clothes missing. See if you can smell them and help find them..."

After listening, Miao Si glanced at the girl waiting quietly behind Ouyang Rong, gave a soft hum, and lay back down, showing no intention of leaving.

Before Ouyang Rong could frown, she spoke lazily:

"Oh, so that's what it is. You can leave now, Xiao Rongzi. Go back to sleep. Just have A Qing come over."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "I'll help look into it too. This matter is strange; we need to investigate it thoroughly..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Miaosi peek out from under the covers, glance at him, and then mutter:

"What's there to investigate? It's right here with me, Ah Qing, just come and get it."

Ouyang Rong suddenly stopped and didn't say anything more.

Ah Qing, who was behind, couldn't help but turn her head and look into the wardrobe.

The atmosphere in front of the wardrobe quieted down.

Miao Si, who had been sitting with her legs crossed and looking completely arrogant, perhaps sensed some kind of "killing intent." She glanced quickly at Xiao Rongzi, who was rooted to the spot, and her words remained sharp:

"What are you doing, Xiao Rongzi, blocking the way? I already told you to let A Qing come. You go to sleep. Those clothes are our daughters' private matter. What are you, a grown man, getting involved in? A Qing is your sister, hmph."

Seeing this, Aqing stepped forward, first glancing at her silent brother, then angrily scolding Miaosi in the wardrobe:

"Fairy Maiden, why didn't you tell my brother before taking it? We thought it was lost."

Ouyang Rong stared at her silently, his gaze like a death stare, which made Miao Si feel a little guilty.

However, despite her doubts, the Ink Fairy can eat chestnuts, but being stubborn is a lifelong thing, and she can't slack off.

Just as for a chaste and virtuous woman, death is a small matter, but losing her chastity is a great matter.

Miao Si's face tightened:

"Hmph, I know, but this fairy is only wary of men, including a certain one. Anyway, who cares who he is? As long as he's a stinky man, I have to be wary of him. Ah Qing, this fairy is just keeping it safe for you. This is called prevention."

"Next time, it would be better if you told me in advance, but my brother is different..."

"He's different, isn't he?"

With a smug look on his face, he crossed his arms and asked a question with a sidelong glance.

Aqing was speechless, unsure of what to say.

The fairy waved her hand, seemingly speaking to Aqing or Ouyang Rong beside her.

"I don't care if he's a cat or a dog, or even a brother, all stinky men are the same."

She jumped onto Aqing's shoulder in a flash, pinched her small earlobe, and said with a hint of exasperation:

"Aqing, you're just too kind, you're easily bullied by men."

Aqing shook her head: "Fairy, I'm not stupid. I rarely talk to people outside..."

Miao Si pouted and said:

"That's outside, with strangers. You have to be careful at home too. They say sons should be wary of their mothers and daughters should be wary of their fathers, and there's truth to that. After all, men and women are different. Hmm, the eldest brother is like a father, so you should be even more careful. Why is Ah Qing so silly..."

She pinched Aqing's ear and scolded her.

I don't know if Xiao Mojing brought her some pastries today because Aqing brought them, and you're obligated to accept gifts; or if she's also keeping an eye on someone for her best friends Xiaoling Jiang and Xiaoxuan... She's unusually righteous today, which makes her seem a bit unfamiliar.

Aqing quieted down for a moment, not turning her head to look at her quiet brother, and after a while, she still stubbornly shook her head:

“It’s different, brother is different. Fairy, you’re overthinking it. Next time you do these things, you must tell brother first. Nobody likes this kind of distrust, especially when it’s someone close to them.”

Ingenious idea: ...

Noticing the young man beside her looking over, Aqing immediately took his arm, tilted her head slightly to look at his calm face, and whispered:

"Brother, I've already spoken to the fairy, please don't be angry anymore, okay? She'll be more careful next time."

Miao Si: "???"

Hearing Aqing plead softly in return, the girl was incredibly stupid, siding with outsiders, even though compared to the sibling bond, she was the outsider... Xiao Mo Jing's forehead was full of black lines.

"Fine, I'm not going to bother with you anymore. Do whatever you want. Go to sleep, you two. Grab your clothes and get out of here. Go and elope..."

Upon hearing this, Aqing blushed slightly and said reproachfully:

"What nonsense are you spouting, you fairy?"

Miao Si didn't answer; she had already crawled back into bed, not wanting to pay any more attention to the brother and sister outside.

Seeing Ouyang Rong nod slightly in acknowledgment, Aqing reached into the depths of the wardrobe, rummaged around for a bit, and seemed to have found something. At that moment, she let out a slight sigh of relief.

Ouyang Rong didn't stare. He turned his back, left the wardrobe, and walked towards the bed in the inner room.

A moment later, Aqing took out a small garment from the wardrobe, glanced back at her brother who was walking into the inner room to avoid suspicion, and said nothing more.

The little ink spirit slammed the cabinet door shut, not forgetting to lock it, as if afraid someone would settle scores later.

Ouyang Rong wasn't actually that angry.

It would be a lie to say I didn't want to beat up Miaosi, but it wasn't out of embarrassment or anger; I just thought her guarded expression was really annoying.

Miao Si's rambling remarks only made him feel a little tired.

He remained silent simply because he was too tired to speak; he just wanted to watch the little ink sprite cause trouble.

So Miaosi and Aqing may have misunderstood his emotions.

But that's not necessarily true; Ah Qing knows him quite well...

However, Ouyang Rong is not the type to explain himself, because sometimes the need for explanation means that they are not on the same wavelength, or that their cognitive perspectives are not on the same level... In short, there must be one of the idiots between the two of them.

Ouyang Rong had been keeping one principle from the female immortal, mainly because he was afraid she would get angry again.

This principle is very simple and easy to understand:

When you're in a team and can't find anyone who's an idiot, it's very likely that you are the idiot.

Ouyang Rong felt that this statement was very applicable to Miao Si.

She's that silly girl who can't figure out who's the idiot.

After getting into bed, Ouyang Rong, while venting his frustrations, quickly fell into a deep sleep.

With Aqing around, he lowered his guard by at least half.

I slept very soundly.

I don't even have many dreams.

After a good night's sleep, I woke up naturally.

When I woke up, it must have been evening, because the room was dimly lit, but not completely dark, not pitch black.

Rather, it's the feeling of the setting sun still shining on the sunny side of some mountain peaks, not completely setting behind the mountains, but the lower parts of the mountains that are not illuminated and have lost the sunset have already darkened in color.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong woke up naturally, his eyes still closed, but he suddenly found himself lying in a place that was both soft and resilient.

The area that came into contact with it was still warm, like the warmth of human skin... Anyway, it definitely wasn't the pillow he used to press down on the Peach Blossom Spring picture.

Ouyang Rong immediately opened his eyes and saw a beautiful, focused face.

It's Aqing.

Ouyang Rong immediately woke up, looked around, and found that A Qing seemed to have finished bathing, wrapped in one of his thin robes, sitting on the bed with her upper body leaning against the headboard next to him, her legs stretched straight forward, and a pair of tender white feet showing at the end of the robe.

He didn't know when it started, but he had moved away from his own pillow and his head was now resting on her pair of shapely, firm legs.

Aqing was looking down, embroidering and sewing, her little face serious.

Her jet-black hair, untied after her bath, cascaded down her back like fine silk. A few strands, accidentally falling out, occasionally brushed against Ouyang Rong's nose, making him itch to scratch.

"Aqing?"

Ouyang Rong shuddered, realizing what was happening, and instinctively tried to get up.

"Brother, don't get up, rest a little longer."

Aqing immediately put down her embroidery and gently pressed his head down.

She glanced at the sky outside the window and said softly:

"It's not time to leave yet, brother, don't be in a hurry."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but say, "It's already dark. Didn't I tell you to wake me up earlier? I still need to cook. It's so late now, I don't have time to cook for you. I have to leave soon."

Ah Qing lowered her eyes and said in a low voice:

“I saw that you were sleeping very soundly and even snoring. I didn’t have the heart to wake you. I wanted you to sleep a little longer.”

She paused, then said sincerely with her small face:

“Brother, you don’t need to cook. I can take care of myself. You work too hard every day and need to rest more. I don’t want to come back by myself and cause you trouble.”

Ouyang Rong was somewhat speechless.

Seeing this, Aqing simply put down her embroidery, freeing her hands to gently press Ouyang Rong's head down onto her warm, rounded thighs, and said:

"Brother, don't move, close your eyes, let your sister massage your head..."

"Need not……"

“It’s alright, brother. Relax. Back in the temple, I learned some acupressure techniques from the woman next door. I’ve never massaged anyone other than my mother.”

Ouyang Rong was taken aback and wanted to politely decline, but he saw that A Qing's actions and tone left him no room for refusal.

He had no choice but to lie back down on her lap, closing his eyes as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

"Alright then, but you can press any button you like, I'm going out in a bit..."

"I know, brother. I'm keeping an eye on the time. I won't delay your important business."

Aqing smiled sweetly, and Ouyang Rong, who was lying down with his eyes closed, knew without even looking that she must have dimples on her face.

Ouyang Rong patiently observed and gradually discovered some of its wonders.

Ah Qing's slender hands were truly exquisite; her pressure was masterful, and her technique was superb... Although Ouyang Rong didn't understand massage, his standard of judgment was simple: comfort was all that mattered.

Any technique that makes you feel comfortable is a good technique.

Speaking of which, this is indeed Ah Qing's forte. She used to be a female worker in the Guyue Sword Manual, and she was proficient in needlework and embroidery. She had developed a pair of delicate hands since childhood. She was skillful and dexterous, and she could handle any kind of handicraft with ease and grace, including massage techniques.

There were no lights in the room, and it was dark. On the dark couch, Aqing, with her black hair flowing down her shoulders, was massaging with great concentration. Her slender hands fluttered like butterflies, which made Ouyang Rong, who was enjoying the massage with his eyes closed, exhale a long breath.

This was a rare moment of relaxation for Ouyang Rong in recent days.

The brother and sister seemed to be enjoying the approaching night. After a while, Ah Qing suddenly spoke from the darkness:

“Brother, I asked Master for a favor today…”

(End of this chapter)