Chapter 312 Xie Lingjiang: Move the skirt knife away.
It was blocked by a mere kitchen wooden door.
Ouyang Rong's forehead was covered in black lines.
But how could this small obstacle extinguish his tender care for his junior sister at this moment? Or block the overflowing righteous energy that had already filled him?
Ouyang Rong shouted towards the door, "Junior Sister, don't panic, I'm coming!"
"Senior brother, please..."
Before Ouyang Rong could finish his sentence, he had already taken a step back. Just as his junior sister's voice from inside the gate was halfway through, he swiftly drew his sword and brought it down.
Click—!
The door lock broke.
Bang! Ouyang Rong kicked open the kitchen door and rushed into the kitchen in a split second, his tone righteous and indignant:
"Junior sister, are you alright...?"
Ouyang Rong hesitated for a moment, then stopped in his tracks, having already loosened his belt to offer his coat and thoughtfully cover the beauty.
He got a clear look at the scene inside the kitchen.
There was a small pile of broken porcelain pieces on the ground in front of the stove.
But the expected panicked, snow-white figure was nowhere to be seen.
"What is Senior Brother looking at?" Xie Lingjiang's curious voice came from not far away.
Ouyang Rong turned his head in a daze. His junior sister was standing prettily by the door, her monk's robes completely fitting her body, without revealing any glimpse of her private parts.
She stood gracefully in front of the door, her hands behind her back, tilting her head to look at him, her big eyes blinking.
Ouyang Rong's slightly stuttering tone gradually became serious: "Junior Sister, what just happened?"
Xie Lingjiang shook her head: "It's nothing, I just saw a pair of rats, which was a little scary."
"A pair of mice?"
“That’s right, one big and one small.” She nodded and said seriously, “The small one was stealing oil from the bowl on the stove, and the big one seemed to be just as greedy as the small one, wanting to sneak in and steal oil too.”
Ouyang Rong asked seriously, "Is that so?"
"Hmm. The little one, being silly, fell into the oil bowl and can't get out,"
Xie Lingjiang glanced at the doorway and said in a clear voice, "What a pair of stupid rats."
Ouyang Rong frowned: "Then why did Junior Sister exclaim in surprise?"
Xie Lingjiang looked at him and sighed:
"The little one is alright, but the big one is unexpected. He was so brave and rushed in. He even clumsily knocked over the oil bowl, so it was a bit of a surprise."
"Hmm." Ouyang Rong analyzed in a serious tone:
"It might not be that she was greedy for oil; it was a mother mouse that came back from foraging for food and thought her baby mice had been killed. She was so protective of her offspring that she acted rashly."
"Perhaps."
Where did those mice go?
"Having tried to draw water with a bamboo basket, all for naught, they naturally slunk away without daring to linger."
"I see……"
Xie Lingjiang asked curiously, "Senior brother seems quite interested in them."
Ouyang Rong glanced at his junior sister's expression, silently hid the hand holding the knife behind his back, and shook his head:
"No, I thought it was some kind of dangerous accident, but it was just a false alarm. I'm so glad that Junior Sister is alright, so glad that she's alright."
Xie Lingjiang puffed out her cheeks slightly, looked Ouyang Rong up and down, and tilted her head:
"Why did the eldest brother loosen his belt after entering?"
Ouyang Rong frowned solemnly, his tone worried:
"I was just worried that something might happen and my junior sister wouldn't be dressed properly, so I wanted to cover you up."
Xie Lingjiang nodded, "Senior Brother is so thoughtful."
Ouyang Rong stood tall and said with righteous indignation, "It is our responsibility."
"I see..."
Xie Lingjiang drew out her words, glancing sideways at the broken, locked door behind her senior brother, her tone suspicious:
"How did Senior Brother get in so fast? I hadn't even finished speaking when he kicked the door open."
Ouyang Rong remained completely calm and composed.
"I was just about to come over and urge you since you hadn't come out for a while, and that's when this happened. It really scared me. Don't do this again next time. Explain things clearly, okay?"
Towards the end, someone adopted the domineering tone of a senior brother, glaring fiercely at his junior sister.
Xie Lingjiang suppressed a laugh: "Alright, alright, if that big one comes again next time, I'll capture him alive and teach him a lesson."
"..."
Ouyang Rong raised his hand to touch his nose, but stopped halfway and withdrew it. He asked sternly:
"By the way, why did you lock the door, Junior Sister? What if she really encounters danger?"
Xie Lingjiang blinked, looking at her adorable yet impatient senior brother who seemed both embarrassed and angry, and smiled:
"We're afraid of outsiders coming in, so of course we have to lock the door."
Ouyang Rong snorted and nodded: "Understood. I am also an outsider, so I have to be careful. Okay."
He turned around, ready to leave with a stern face, when in the next instant, his right hand was tightly grasped by two soft hands.
"Alright, senior brother, don't be angry."
The stunningly beautiful young woman, dressed only in a monk's robe, leaped forward, grabbed Ouyang Rong's long, slender hands covered in flour, and swayed them from side to side:
"I know you work hard kneading dough outside." She tilted her head back, pouting sweetly, "I won't be so startled next time, okay? I won't do it again, okay..."
Ouyang Rong, who was pretending to be stern but was actually feeling guilty, was slightly taken aback. He looked at Xie Lingjiang, who was speaking in a surprisingly coquettish tone, and felt a little embarrassed.
“I’m not angry. Um, next time I’ll let you know before I come in, and I won’t force you again…” He paused, then changed his words: “I barged in recklessly.”
His tone was serious.
"good."
Seeing Ouyang Rong become obedient, Xie Lingjiang smiled sweetly and responded.
Immediately, she didn't mind the flour on Ouyang Rong's hands, pulled him out of the kitchen, and led him to the dormitory to make longevity noodles together.
After kneading the dough for a while longer in the dormitory, Ouyang Rong turned his head and said:
"I'll go get some clean water."
"good."
Ouyang Rong left the room and returned to the kitchen, where he fetched a ladle of water.
Before stepping out the door, he glanced back at the empty kitchen, his gaze then falling on the shattered brass lock at his feet.
Ouyang Rong quietly squatted down, extended two fingers, and touched the broken copper lock, feeling a smooth and cool sensation.
The copper lock was sticky, so he rubbed it between his two fingers.
It's lard.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but turn his head and glance at the broken porcelain shards on the ground near the stove not far away.
This was the lard he had originally poured into the broken bowl to feed the baby mice.
"this……"
Ouyang Rong's lips twitched slightly.
Whether it was really as my junior sister said, that a large rat had broken into the kitchen, Ouyang Rong didn't know.
But he finally understood why his junior sister locked the door without making a loud noise.
Goodness.
"How can my junior sister be so intelligent?" Ouyang Rong sighed.
These days, being the senior disciple is getting harder and harder...
Ouyang Rong took a ladle of water and left the kitchen.
Inside the dormitory, Xie Lingjiang, who was kneading dough with her head down, turned her head upon hearing the sound and looked at Ouyang Rong.
The latter returned as if nothing had happened, turned around and smiled at her, and handed her some water.
Xie Lingjiang accepted it and smiled slightly.
Ouyang Rong turned his head and glanced outside the door. The rain had not stopped and was still pouring down.
A short while later, the two continued making longevity noodles in their room, working together in perfect harmony.
Xie Lingjiang volunteered to knead the dough.
Ouyang Rong was preparing the seasonings.
Xie Lingjiang suddenly felt a wave of heat approaching her. She turned around and saw that Ouyang Rong had moved the stove from the center of the room.
Watching him breathe on his fingers one moment and inhale as if they were burning, Xie Lingjiang felt something warmer than a stove flowing through her heart.
Move the stove.
Ouyang Rong smiled, stood up, clapped his hands, and turned around to ask:
"Are you not cold anymore? I noticed you were hunching your shoulders earlier. This monk's robe is too thin; it is indeed a bit cold to wear just one."
Xie Lingjiang shook her head.
The lights inside the dormitory were brighter than those in the kitchen.
She seemed to have noticed something, and looked at the monk's robe that Ouyang Rong was wearing, which seemed to be a bit too big.
Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but bite her lower lip lightly, turning her face away with a hint of annoyance.
Ouyang Rong realized what was happening and glanced discreetly at his junior sister, who was wearing a tight-fitting monk's robe.
The monks' robes at Lin'an Temple were made of coarse hemp and were a dull gray, giving Ouyang Rong a sense of gloom and desolation.
But right now, it looks exceptionally bright and beautiful on Xie Lingjiang.
Whether it was the young lady's radiant beauty like the morning sun, or the tight-fitting monk's robe that accentuated her tall and graceful figure, a certain glaring 'flaw' was about to be revealed.
As if sensing someone's involuntary gaze, the young woman in monk's robes, kneading dough, turned her body shyly to the side, her back to Ouyang Rong, hiding her possibly mysteriously protruding front.
Ouyang Rong coughed and continued his work, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
After a stick of incense had burned, the ingredients and seasonings were almost ready. The two informed each other and moved to the kitchen.
The kitchen was dimly lit.
Xie Lingjiang pursed her lips and walked in first, still keeping her back to Ouyang Rong.
The tight, thin monk's robe made Xie Lingjiang hesitant to face Ouyang Rong directly, creating an awkward atmosphere between them.
Ouyang Rong squatted down and silently started a fire.
To maintain the chewy texture of the longevity noodles, Xie Lingjiang continued kneading the dough at the stove next to her.
Xie Lingjiang remained silent.
Ouyang Rong remained silent.
Time passed second by second.
An eerie silence fell over the kitchen.
A strange atmosphere permeated the air between the two.
Ouyang Rong turned his head and glanced at the virtuous figure of the nun in the monk's robe in front of the stove, and at the dough in her hand.
He felt the dough was almost ready, but for some reason, Xie Lingjiang kept kneading it vigorously with her head down.
As if by habit, they dared not break the current stalemate.
Ouyang Rong chuckled softly.
Seeing his junior sister's appearance reminded him of an animal.
Ostriches, ostriches that like to bury their heads.
Ouyang Rong's laughter was amplified in the quiet kitchen. Xie Lingjiang's graceful figure stiffened slightly for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.
Seeing this, Ouyang Rong, who was squatting down to burn firewood, clapped his hands, suddenly stood up, walked to the water vat, bent down to scoop water, and washed his hands.
Just as a young woman in monk's robes, who had been listening intently in front of the stove, relaxed.
Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around and walked towards the stove. He walked behind Xie Lingjiang, gently put his arm around her waist, and pressed his slender body against her delicate body.
Outside, it was raining heavily. Inside the kitchen, in front of the warm stove with a fire burning, the two of them embraced each other, one in front of the other.
Ouyang Rong hugged her tightly from behind, his expression unchanged.
He noticed the shapely back in his arms tighten rapidly, like a bowstring being drawn on a battlefield, and began to tremble slightly.
Even though the kitchen lights were dim, Ouyang Rong could still roughly see from behind that the skin on her fair neck was quickly covered with a blush like the sunset.
The dough that Xie Lingjiang had been tormenting finally took a breather. She buried her head in her chest, her hands frozen on the dough.
Seeing the virtuous and beautiful woman in his arms, now clumsy and flustered, not knowing what to do, Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.
His expression remained unchanged, and he placed his two large hands over her delicate hands that were kneading dough, taking the initiative to begin kneading.
An experienced person guided her on how to knead dough.
Immediately afterward, Ouyang Rong felt the delicate body in his arms tremble even more violently. He gently rested his chin on her shoulder, narrowed his eyes, and said:
"You're too slow, it's driving me crazy. Let me massage you for you, don't be afraid." He gently swayed her delicate body and coaxed her.
The gentle, magnetic voice of the man behind her seemed to have a soothing magic, and Xie Lingjiang relaxed slightly, glancing at his handsome and serious profile.
"Hmm..." She nodded almost imperceptibly.
Ouyang Rong, who was making up excuses, discovered that his junior sister in his arms was actually so virtuous and obedient. Even when he teased her a little, she silently lowered her head and endured it, looking meek and submissive.
He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.
It seems that his antics in the kitchen just now went too far and scared the beauty. He went a bit too far. His junior sister probably didn't mean to make him suffer.
Otherwise, why is she so submissive when I hug her so closely from behind?
Ouyang Rong had exceptional insight and had a general understanding of the boundaries of romance.
This straight man has finally figured it out and is now ready to proceed gradually.
Xie Lingjiang bit her pink lips until they turned white, lowered her head, and kneaded the dough with Ouyang Rong.
As time passed, after a moment of subconscious tension and stiffness, her body slowly softened. The embrace of her senior brother behind her was like a huge furnace, continuously radiating heat, as if trying to completely melt her.
Even Xie Lingjiang, who was clearly a seventh-rank Qi cultivator, found her delicate hands, which were kneading dough, becoming somewhat weak and powerless.
As the kneading progressed, it was no longer her hands kneading the dough; it was clearly Ouyang Rong's long, slender hands kneading the dough and his two delicate hands.
A pair of beautiful, starry eyes, which had captivated countless young talents at tonight's banquet, were slowly veiled in a hazy mist, her heart filled with both anticipation and fear.
This novel experience of intimacy with her lover was a first for her.
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked, "Do you remember the first time we met?"
"Hmm." Xie Lingjiang regained some of her senses, nodded, and a look of reminiscence appeared in her eyes.
Ouyang Rong sighed:
"That kick really hurt me; my back has been aching for three days. I never imagined we'd meet today."
"How about I massage your back for you?" she said timidly.
"What's the point of kneading now?"
Ouyang Rong chuckled and shook his head, gently pinching her two delicate hands:
"At the time, I thought you were pretty tough, serious and earnest, but a bit boring... so I wanted to keep my distance from you."
Xie Lingjiang anxiously pressed, "And then what happened?"
Ouyang Rong smiled gently:
"Later, I don't know how, I gradually got used to having you around. You're a bit fierce, but I can't resist how cute you are..."
“Sometimes, it’s not that I don’t care about you. When we were in Longcheng, I had some unresolved issues, but you pulled me back in time.”
"Later, when we arrived in Xunyang City, I was just too busy. I thought you could wait, but tonight, when I attended your birthday banquet, I suddenly realized that you are already eighteen, which is considered a young lady in the Great Zhou Dynasty."
Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but explain, "Tonight, my aunt..."
"It's nothing. I actually have a general idea of what she's thinking, and it's not wrong of me. It did remind me."
Xie Lingjiang was deeply moved.
Ouyang Rong chuckled, "If we drag this out any longer, who knows if we'll miss out..."
Xie Lingjiang suddenly turned her head, raised her slender finger and pressed it against his lips, her voice trembling: "You are not allowed to say discouraging things."
"Okay." The straight man sighed helplessly, "Then what should I say..."
"Ooh~" Xie Lingjiang suddenly groaned softly, her brows furrowing slightly: "Move the skirt knife away, it hurts."
Ouyang Rong was stunned and said, "I left my skirt knife in my room and didn't bring it here."
Xie Lingjiang curiously reached behind her and pulled out her things, then her face froze, her gaze slowly moving downwards...
Ouyang Rong: "..."
Xie Lingjiang: "..."
I'm afraid the air will suddenly become quiet.
Ahem, just one more chapter for filler, I'll try to get back to the main plot in the next one! Some readers have commented that my writing feels off. Well, firstly, this is a light novel, secondly, the protagonist is a normal person who experiences romantic relationships. Besides, the "gentleman" character is serious about important matters but not so serious about trivial ones—you can tell from the title. He's definitely not dull and rigid when it comes to girls; rather, he has a free-spirited and unpredictable nature. In short, to paraphrase one reader… a true gentleman.
(End of this chapter)
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