Chapter 428 The Sixth Grade Sage and...the Pervert

"Didn't Tanlang help the weak in the past? Why did he come back with so many leaves?"

Li Dalang asked curiously.

Qin Ying on the side also suddenly asked: "What did Mr. Ouyang say just now? Why so fast?"

Ouyang Rong walked back with a basket of red leaves, handed it to his junior sister, and casually replied:

"I said that the eldest daughter of my family liked these phoenix leaves, and she was so happy that she bought them all. I also gave the name of the eldest daughter's family."

Xie Lingjiang tilted his head: "Miss?"

Ouyang Rong blinked:

"I'm not wrong. Isn't the junior sister the eldest lady? It's really hard for me today. I went out to go shopping with Miss Xie to pick up things. Here, take all the leaves and turn them over slowly. Don't blame senior brother for not teaching me.

Thank you to the translator of your poems."

Xie Lingjiang rolled his eyes cutely, stuffed the bamboo basket filled with red leaves back into his arms, turned around and left:

"Then little Rongzi, carry it carefully and let's go back home."

Li Dalang scratched his head, Qin Ying was thoughtful, and couldn't help but look at the back of the young man in the felt hat in front of her eyes:

"Master Ouyang, why don't you reveal your identity directly? Those people are not good people at first glance. Why don't you clean them up and bring justice to the little girl in the red coat?"

She asked seriously.

Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing.

Xie Lingjiang turned his head and glanced at the Qin sister, who had a strong sense of justice, and felt that she was very familiar.

If it were a year ago, she would have struggled with this issue together with the Qin sister, and she would have been even more confused than she was.

But then I met someone.

Xie Lingjiang had mixed feelings. He held his senior brother's hand emotionally and answered for him:

"I think there are two reasons.

"First of all, senior brother's identity is sensitive, so it may not be a good thing to help her.

"Besides, everyone has their own destiny. Although the little girl in the red coat looks like she is self-reliant and diligent, it is difficult to figure out why she is causing trouble. Many things in this world are not just black and white.

"It's enough to help the weak and master the situation when encountering injustice, just like what the senior brother did just now. As for what happens next, it depends on the little girl's own destiny."

After a pause, she saw that her senior brother had no objection on his face, but smiled. She was faintly encouraged and continued with a smile:

"Secondly, you have to pay attention to methods when helping others. You can win favors and fight against enemies. I have experienced this kind of thing when I was in Dragon City, and my senior brother will not do it.

"I just need to buy all the red leaves and that's it. If I weren't afraid that those troublemakers would be too stupid to understand the meaning, senior brother wouldn't even give me my name as the Xie family.

"But it doesn't matter. It's okay to let the little girl in the red coat know. She looks smart and she should know that the palace and Xie are benefactors. She can't repay anything, and the senior brother's registration number has never thought of letting him know.

She repays the favor."

Having said this, she took the folding fan from Ouyang Rong and opened it with a "snap".

Using a fan with the words "The state of Zhou is happy, and the army has a good man" to fan slowly into the proud heart, the noble daughter of the Xie family said with a smile:

"The most important thing is that senior brother just helped me buy red leaves. Who said he was going to help her? It's unfounded. Well, there's no need to be sentimental and risk life or death in return. She doesn't need to feel that she owes a favor.

, it’s just a normal transaction, just a coincidence.”

Li Fusu and Qin Ying couldn't help but look at each other, with mixed tastes in their mouths.

Qin Ying looked at Ouyang Rong with convinced eyes and said with emotion:

"In such a short period of time, Mr. Ouyang came up with a way to help people in circles, and even took care of the other person's psychological feelings... Aweng was right, Mr. Ouyang is indeed a talented cook, and he is a cook who can take care of everyone's tastes.

rare."

Hearing this, Xie Lingjiang felt a little unhappy: "Stop praising him. You might be pointing your finger at him again."

Ouyang Rong had no choice but to suppress his senior brother. He was definitely his own junior sister.

After a while, everyone found a low-end luxury carriage parked at the agreed place, with a banner with the word "Thank You" hanging on it.

After waiting for a while, a figure of a girl with plum blossom makeup appeared in the night, returning with several maids.

Li Guo'er got into the car gracefully, her face covered with snow-white gauze, and her oval face under the gauze still maintained the cool and polite manner when it was highly sought after by talented scholars at the poetry festival.

After sitting down, she exchanged a few words with her brother and Mrs. Qin before her brother. When she learned that the two of them were going hunting in Qiulin, she lowered her eyelashes:

"After we left, what did Sister Xie and Mr. Ouyang do in the afternoon?"

Xie Lingjiang kept his eyes straight: "We queued for a while, and then rode horseback outside the city to enjoy the maples."

Ouyang Rong nodded seriously: "I took the opportunity to give some advice to my junior sister. She benefited a lot this afternoon and I wish I could give her my life."

Li Guo'er said softly, "Oh," and then said, "You haven't committed yourself to me yet?"

Ouyang Rong felt a pain in his waist, and without changing his expression, he changed the subject: "Where is Director Lu?"

"I don't know." Li Bao'er shook his head.

"Wait a little longer. If he doesn't come back, let's leave first. Anyway, Fellow Daoist Lu knows the way back to the palace." Xie Lingjiang shook his head.

While chatting, Ouyang Rong suddenly asked:

"Junior sister, scholar, gentleman, and book reader...are respectively the ninth, eighth, and seventh grades of scholars. What is the name of the sixth grade that follows?"

Xie Ling Jiang narrowed his eyes and whispered softly: "Wise man."

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows: "What kind of wise man?"

Xie Lingjiang smiled and said nothing.

Li Dalang still didn't forget something and asked curiously: "What about the book tearer? Which path is it? Is there a next level?"

Ouyang Rong wanted to speak, but Xie Ling Jiang hummed, "Yes, there is a pervert."

"Is there really such a thing? Why does this name sound like a flower-picking thief, not a serious person?"

Li Dalang scratched his head, half-believing and half-doubtful, with a surprised and digested expression.

Li Guo'er nodded in affirmation: "Brother, I feel right, he is indeed not a serious person."

"..." Ouyang Rong.

Very speechless, he sighed and raised his forehead.

One really dares to make it up, and the other really dares to believe it.

Ignoring the proud look full of smiles from the junior sister, Ouyang Rong sat upright with a straight face.

He lifted the car curtain with his fingers and looked at the lights of thousands of houses outside the window.

…

The setting sun is setting, the streets are ordinary.

A little girl in a red coat walked towards a group of old houses with her palms covered.

Xingzifang is one of the two oldest lanes in Xunyang City. Unlike the other Xunyangfang, which is constantly renovated, many buildings in Xingzifang are old and similar to the urban villages in the old city of Ouyang Rong in his previous life. It is obviously located in a very convenient location.

It's nice, but it's been in disrepair and is a mixed bag.

In particular, the houses and courtyards in the square are crowded and old. Because it is close to Xunyang Ferry and Xicheng Gate, there are many businesses and livelihoods, so there are many residents, and it has become the foothold of many immigrants from Xunyang.

Huang Xuan has lived in this old city for a long time and is so familiar with the roads that she knows how to walk even with her eyes closed.

At this moment, she was walking towards home, and the bruises on her hands had been wrapped with herbs and tied up with handkerchiefs.

This is a method she discovered when she was bullied and injured by wild children when she was a child. After chewing this herbal medicine, which is relatively common on the roadside, mixing the herbal balls with saliva can stop bleeding.

The only drawback is that it is very bitter.

But after getting used to it, she found that there was a hint of sweetness in this hardship...

Smacking her mouth, trying to find that little bit of joy, Huang Xuan covered her hands and turned around an intersection. Suddenly she turned back, and the figure of the strange man was still following her. Her eyes became wary.

This was a passerby she met on the road after returning from the West City Gate. She thought she was on her way, but after turning a few turns, she was still not far behind her.

How could such a coincidence happen?

Huang Xuan turned back, her expression calm, as if she didn't care, she turned around and walked around the nearby streets a few times.

When passing a fork with a lot of people, she suddenly accelerated, moving like a rabbit, and rushed into the busy flow of people on the street...

I don’t know how much time passed, but at an alley about three hundred meters away from the busy branch, the figure of the little girl in a red coat reappeared.

She glanced back.

The strange and bad guy following him had disappeared. Huang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, quietly touched a hard object in her sleeve that was as long as a baby's forearm, put it away again, turned around, and continued walking towards the courtyard.

But to be on the safe side, she relied on her familiarity with the nearby neighbors and made a few more rounds before she was completely off guard.

Soon, Huang Xuan came to a dilapidated alley filled with all kinds of garbage and smelly water. In front of her, at the end of the alley on the left, a small courtyard with a narrow wooden door came into view.

There was a smile on her tired face that had been smeared with ink.

This is home.
To be continued...