When Ouyang Rong looked over without expression.

Wang Caozhi had already "swooshed" and stood up and said seriously to Ouyang Rong:

"Brother-in-law, Madam Zhen, I reflect and review. The luncheon preparation was a bit hasty. The prince still had to go north and was not easy to make a statement. He could only buy some food and drink from the largest restaurant in Hanyang County in a low-key manner. The banquet could only be held in an open air, which was a bit cold..."

He sighed and said with some guilt:

"However, isn't Luoyang literati popular with Liushang Qushui's banquet now? I am a businessman, but my brother-in-law, the prince is not. Just so happen, Thirteen Niang and I are also complacent with you and are accustomed to the arts."

Hearing this verbal, Zhen Shuyuan smiled hoarsely:

"Okay, you're doing a good job. You can tell that you're interested. Don't play with Tan Lang."

After Zhen Shuyuan spoke, Ouyang Rong looked away.

Wang Cao's face did not change his expression, as if nothing had happened, and he was neither arrogant nor impatient.

He and Pei Shisanniang, Shunbo, Caishou, Banxi were all called to sit down by Li Xian.

Li Xian cares about:

"By the way, Tan Lang, is it okay for Yan to join the army?"

Ouyang Rong replied:

"Liu Lang is guarding Xunyang City, safe and sound."

Li Xian said with relief: "That's good, with Tan Lang, a good example. Liulang, who is a member of the Jiangzhou army, is indeed competent."

Wei Mei crossed Li Xian and suddenly interrupted:

"Tanlang, you just sent someone away. Did Miaozhen say anything?"

Li Xian changed color slightly. When Wei Mei looked at him, he quickly picked up the ice bag on the table and continued to apply it to his face, covering his expression.

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"I didn't say anything, Miaozhen Nu Shi left directly, and there was nothing to say."

Speaking of this, he turned his head and looked at Li Xian, who was serious, and was curious. Not long ago, Li Xian went to find Miaozhen, what did the two of them say, and why did the princess Wei Mei teach her husband a lesson?

However, no matter how curious he is, Ouyang Rong never gets involved in other people's family affairs.

Just like Li Xian and Wei Mei didn't get involved in his private affairs.

"Oh, is that?"

Wei Mei looked as usual and was very patient to ask Li Xian:

"Have Qilang finished saying something to her? It's still time to chase her now. After all, she is the life-saving benefactor."

Li Xian waved his hand subconsciously:

"I've finished speaking... Wait, I have nothing to say with her. How can I say that I haven't finished speaking? Don't joke with Mei Niang."

The atmosphere during the meal was quiet, with only Li Xian’s laughter, so the laughter became more and more awkward.

Everyone can see their eyes, nose, and heart.

Li Xian quickly applied an ice pack to his face to cover it. After a while, he changed the topic:

"By the way, Tanlang, when will we set out?"

Ouyang Rong stared at the wine glass in front of him and said without raising his head:

"Tomorrow morning, Caozhi and I will plan the northbound route and go to Hanyang County to buy some things in the afternoon.

"Since there are no pursuers, we are just fish entering the sea, unobstructed. The prince keeps everything simple, so take the fastest route back to Beijing and stay less all the way."

"Okay, I'll follow Tan Lang's arrangement."

Li Xian nodded happily, looking at the orderly Tan Lang, a warm feeling flowed through his heart.

Wei Mei and Li Dalang's smile could not be suppressed, and his heart was warm.

When Tan Lang was there, they were worried about things. Every time they asked, Tan Lang had a plan or had already solved it, and they felt a sense of security that they were worried about before everyone was worried.

Li Xian sipped in a small sip, smashed his mouth and sighed:

"Twenty years have passed in a flash. By the way, I almost forgot the dialect of Luoyang. Before we entered the imperial city, we passed by Zhuque Street and had to sit down and eat a bite of mutton soaked buns. Tan Lang also tasted it well. There were also eight large pieces in Luoyang, laughing, golden dates, and five-spice twisted crispy..."

When Cai Shou heard about the eating, he swallowed his saliva, his little face was a little longing.

Li Dalang was a little confused when he heard it.

Li Buer quietly, pick up the vegetables into the sandalwood mouth, and chew them carefully.

Compared to the rough northern cuisine that sounds mixed with wind and sand, she seems to prefer fine southern cuisine, which is raised by the soil and soil of the south of the Yangtze River.

Wei Mei seemed to be worried about something, and said to Li Dalang and Li Guer seriously:

"Fusu, Guer, remember that although you grew up in the south, you are real northerners. The ancestors of your Li clan, who rode horses west of Liangzhou for hundreds of years ago, went to the land of Yumen to Gaochang, bent your bow and drink feathers, and drank the wind and sand."

She reminded me carefully: "When you return to Luoyang, you will be the purest northerners and the most noble descendants of Guanlong. You don't need to be inferior and cowardly. You can make a bold appearance and meet other noble families. No, they should take the initiative to approach you."

Li Dalang scratched his head: "I'm not very good at making friends. Tanlang and Liulang are by my side, so I can let go, but if you say that, my sister, you don't have to worry."

He smiled and pointed at his sister, with a tone of a brother's pampering:

"The standards of Langjun and Xiaoniang are different. One is the same place. A Mei is the beautiful little girl in Jiangnan. This is a god-given advantage. When she goes to Luoyang, she doesn't know how many eyeballs she will attract and how many aristocratic families. Those girls from northern noble families can't catch up with my A Mei's country."

Lu Ya, who had been quiet on the table, nodded seriously:

"That's right, the master said that the daughter's family, the northern and southern ministers, is a great blessing. When the priests were young, this was the appearance, coupled with the different temperaments of the hammer hitting the fierce horse, which made Taizong and Gaozong look at each other..."

The Taoist priest with a face-patterned face was halfway through his speech, and someone pulled his cuffs under the table. He turned his head in confusion and looked at Senior Brother Zhang next to him.

Zhang Shixiu did not look straight.

Wei Mei and Li Dalang all regarded it as praise.

Wei Mei touched her slightly yellowed face and said proudly: "Guoer looks like me, just like me when I was young, and as beautiful as the little cabbage."

Li Xian:...

Li Dalang:...

Li Guer couldn't listen anymore, so he stopped the joke of his mother, brother.

Li Dalang laughed loudly and poured wine for A Mei. He found that A Mei looked at the side and winked at him.

Li Dalang turned his head and saw Ouyang Rong drinking alone. The cup was empty, and he quickly filled it:

"Why did Tanlang drink it alone?"

Ouyang Rong did not touch the wine glass, stared at the wine that reflected his face in the glass, and said without raising his head:

"Auntie, Weilai wants to stay. Tomorrow you can only go back to Nanlong alone. I will ask Thirteen Niang to take you back."

Zhen Shuyuan, who was trying to make fish soup with Rong Zhen, looked a little reluctant, but was ready to nod:

"Listen to Tanlang..."

"Hey, Madam Zhen, wait."

Wei Mei interrupted with a smile:

"Tanlang, why don't you take Mrs. Zhen back to Beijing with you, don't go back to Nanlong. Ye Weilai also has to practice all the way to the capital. It is inconvenient for Mrs. Zhen to have no individuals around him. Moreover, Mrs. Zhen is not young anymore. As a nephew, it's better to be by your side and be filial.

"Besides, this time we returned to the capital, we have great contributions to the Dingjian, and the danger is very small. Mrs. Zhen is following her, and there is no big problem, unlike when she first arrived in Xunyang City."

Zhen Shuyuan's face seemed to be moved, but she was reasonable:

"Dan Lang, I can do it. It's up to you. Whether you go to the capital first, then pick me up, or go with you now, it's fine. Speaking of which, I haven't been to Luoyang yet, it's also considered seeing the world. See how the people in the imperial city live, what's different from our Jiangnan."

Ouyang Rong didn't say anything, and everyone laughed.

Wei Mei took the opportunity to talk about the specialty scenery in Luoyang, which made Zhen Shuyuan feel very moved.

Everyone smiled and couldn't help but look at Ouyang Rong.

As the invisible backbone, everyone's attention has always been on him.

But at this moment, they found that Tan Lang had not laughed.

The young man in Confucian shirt bowed his head, took off the long moonlight sword and the red lotus sword seal on his waist, got up and walked, put it on Li Xian's table, and stacked it.

This strange move immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Li Dalang asked in confusion: "Tanlang, what are you doing..."

Zhen Shuyuan said concerned: "Why don't you pick up food? Is the wound still hurting? Let Wei Lai give it to you later..."

Ouyang Rong returned to his seat, lowered his head to tidy up his cuffs, sat down slowly, and said:

"Auntie misunderstood, and the princess misunderstood too. I won't go back to Beijing. It's the prince that you will go back. I'll send you away tomorrow morning. I'll go back to Xunyang. I'm staying here today to send you away."

The whole audience was silent in an instant.

Ouyang Rong did not look around, picked up the wine glass in front of him, raised his head and drank it all.

After breathing a long breath, he said softly:

"I'll go and bring the embroiderer back, I agreed and take her to Luoyang."

In the open sky and the ground, the falling needles can be heard.

There was only a slight clamor of a trickle.

A pair of eyes were drawn to the young man in Confucian shirt who spoke solemnly.

They want to speak but stop.

Zhen Shuyuan's eyes were slightly red.
To be continued...