"You can't go to Dalang's place to drink anymore."
That evening, at the gate of the county government office, Ouyang Rong said to Yan Liulang, who was chasing after him with great interest.
The latter was stunned and said, "Mingfu wants to give up drinking?"
Ouyang Rong shook his head and said seriously:
"No, Rokuro, think about it. It's unbecoming to go to other people's houses every day to eat and drink. The relationship between officials and people is not that good."
Yan Liulang touched his chin:
"But Mingfu, this is our personal relationship with Da Lang, what does it matter? Da Lang is loyal, and we can't be petty. If we don't go, we won't give him face. Da Lang will definitely not be happy either."
The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched, and he immediately said righteously to Yan Liulang, who was even more shameless than him and loved prostitution for free:
"There's no reason to do it every day. It's too frequent, and if outsiders see it, it will have a bad impact."
Yan Liulang still felt sorry for the meal and drink tickets, and said with a struggle on his face: "What Mingfu said is reasonable, but Uncle Su and the others didn't ask us to do anything. They are just personal friends. We can distinguish between public and private affairs, and we have a clear conscience."
"You have a clear conscience, but my conscience will hurt."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand to chase the person away, and he turned around and left, leaving behind the following sentence:
"Okay, let's go back. I have declined today's invitation. Let's not go there recently. Well, I don't know why there are so many banquets in Dalang's house, and they don't have the same kind of banquets. They have different ones every day...
"It's really extravagant and wasteful. Speaking of which, where did the Dalang family's money come from? I haven't seen what Uncle Su does for a living. Is he just sitting on his family's property? That's nothing to say, but in case... we have to check back later."
Yan Liulang stared blankly at the departing figure of a young county magistrate who was showing an upright attitude. The faintly upright murmur made him twitch in the corners of his eyes.
Ouyang Rong returned to Meiluyuan.
In fact, Su Xian and Su Fu's overly enthusiastic and frequent invitations made him feel embarrassed and also gave him some doubts.
Return to Meilin Courtyard.
Pushing open the courtyard door, Ouyang Rong glimpsed from the corner of his eye, under the grape trellis, a figure with silver hair reaching his waist, holding a tree branch, dancing around, poking left and right.
"Weila? What are you doing?"
Ouyang Rong asked curiously.
Ye Weilai quickly threw the small branch in her hand to the ground, put her hands behind her back, stood upright, nodded and said honestly:
"Master Yin, my slave is practicing his martial arts skills to protect you from now on."
She looked serious.
Ouyang Rong chuckled and glanced at the bare and slender branches on the ground. He nodded and gave an expression of affirmation and encouragement:
"Practice well, and the master will rely on you in the future."
Having said this, Ouyang Rong smiled again, walked over, and gave him a slap on the head.
"Well, okay!" Ye Weilai nodded vigorously and looked around, "Master must be tired from dealing with official duties for a day. Please wipe your face first and take a rest. The slave will go to the kitchen to urge the embroiderer to bring dinner as soon as possible.
"
The white-haired maid, carrying her messy temples that had been rubbed by someone, actively ran into the room. Holding a hot towel that had just come out of the basin in both hands, she handed it to Ouyang Rong, then turned and walked out of the courtyard.
Ouyang Rong looked at Ye Weilai's back as he left the house, laughed and shook his head.
He knelt down, picked up the long branch from the ground, and placed it on the swing next to him.
Speaking of which, Wei Lai is indeed not very old. Girls of this age are supposed to have fun and have fun, but in this era, they have to serve others as a maid.
But why does this little girl like to play with sticks like boys recently?
Ouyang Rong didn't pay much attention.
At this moment, a burst of music came from behind.
Ouyang Rong, who was standing in the courtyard, and Ye Weilai, who was just a few steps out of the courtyard, were both stunned and looked back.
"Master, what is this?"
The sound of the piano seemed to come from the back of the yard, deep in the adjacent plum forest.
It doesn't seem like the distance is too far.
"Why is there someone playing the piano there? Who would go there?"
Ye Weilai stopped, with a slightly confused look on her face.
This plum grove is located behind the courtyard. How can the maids and servants of Meiluyuan enter this plum grove unless they pass by this courtyard.
Could it be that the sound of the piano came from the Su Mansion adjacent to the rear...
Ye Weilai frowned and wanted to return, but Ouyang Rong turned around and said, "Go to the kitchen to prepare food."
Ye Weilai looked at her master's calm expression with his head lowered and silently wiping his face, so he could only nod his head and turn around to leave.
After the white-haired maid left, Ouyang Rong hung the hot towel on the shelf, turned around, and walked toward Meilin at the back of the yard.
He came to a back door that had not been opened for a long time, unlocked it, pushed open the wooden door, and entered the plum forest.
Since his junior sister recovered from her illness last time, he has not walked this plum forest path to the Su Mansion for a long time.
The main reason is that when this plum forest path reaches the end, it has to pass through the boudoir of Su Xiaomei.
I remember that it seemed to have been locked up and no outsiders were allowed to pass.
But now this familiar sound of the piano...
Ouyang Rong, who was thoughtful, walked halfway through the path among the plum trees, stopped slowly, and stood there.
I saw that there was a stone screen wall in the long-abandoned elegant pavilion on the roadside ahead. The sound of the piano came from behind the screen wall, as if someone was playing the piano.
The screen wall blocks the figure of the person playing the piano, but there is a maid standing by and he can see the figure.
This maid seems to be holding an umbrella in her arms, and she is vaguely wearing Su Mansion maid clothes that Ouyang Rong is familiar with.
Ouyang Rong glanced at it silently.
He didn't step forward immediately.
He heard this sound of the piano a few days ago.
In the end, he left the word "six".
Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the way he came, seemingly hesitant.
But as soon as he turned around, he saw a little maid with a dumpling face walking out of the pavilion. She seemed to have spotted Ouyang Rong, and this time she walked straight towards him.
The little maid with a bun face looked quite cute and cute. She came to Ouyang Rong with a red oil-paper umbrella in her arms.
"Your Majesty, you are so polite." She saluted.
Ouyang Rong seemed to have remembered something and looked at the familiar baby fat on the maid's face.
He nodded, "Excuse me."
Want to leave.
"Eh!"
Cai Shou took a step forward and called out to Ouyang Rong. She blushed slightly and said crisply: "Do you still remember this oil-paper umbrella?"
Ouyang Rong was slightly surprised, glanced at the umbrella she handed over, took it and touched it before he remembered it.
"Was it at Donglin Temple in Dagushan Mountain the month before last? I seem to have some impressions."
Hearing this, Cai Shou smiled with her dimples exposed, but she pouted slightly: "Mr. Lang is such a noble man who forgets many things, but my young lady has fresh memories and never forgets..."
When Cai Shou said this, the sound of the piano from the mountains and flowing water that had been coming from the pavilion behind her suddenly stopped, and then resumed, but the sound was a little off, as if the fingers plucking the strings were a little unstable.
Ouyang Rong looked at it blankly.
Cai Shou quietly stuck out the tip of her tongue, stopped babbling, and directly stated her purpose:
"I met the young master by chance today. The young lady asked the servant to return the umbrella. Thank you very much for the gift of the umbrella that day."
Ouyang Rong shook his head: "It's just a little effort, no need to be polite."
Cai Shou said again:
"Then Sir, can you please be polite? My young lady has invited me, and the young master has come into the pavilion to talk. At dusk, it would be an elegant thing to enjoy the piano in the plum grove.
"My young lady is as elegant as a wandering cloud and a wild crane, and Sir, you are also an elegant Confucian scholar born in an academy. It is fate that we met by chance in Meilin today, and the sound of the piano attracted the guests.
"So there is no need to be too polite, and there is no need to worry about too many red tapes. How about your husband?"
Ouyang Rong looked at the bright eyes of the bun-faced maid in front of him. He thought for a moment and nodded lightly.
"It's hard to refuse kindness, so it's better to be respectful than to obey orders."
I really have nothing to do now, but I want to see what kind of map of Yan country this is... Ouyang Rong walked straight into Yating without any courtesy and walked around the screen wall.
Entrance point.
The beauty wears a dark black Taoist robe, which matches the white snow of her skin.
Three thousand green silk threads are tied up with a finely carved plum hairpin and tied into a green hibiscus crown.
Long piano stand.
Copper incense stove.
Opposite the beauty, there is a coffee table.
There are two teacups.
The tea is seventy percent full.
Ouyang Rong sat down behind the coffee table, picked up a tea cup and took a sip. He raised his head and said calmly:
"Good tea, good fragrance, and good piano. It's a pity that I don't know much about advanced piano skills. I'm just a lowly person."
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped. Su Guo'er's fingers were hanging in the air, slightly pressing on the strings. She sat upright on the piano table. She just nodded with a blank face, saluted instead of the world, and said lightly:
"Wonderful writings, wonderful poems, wonderful people, the young master's personal presence, the flowers are shining brightly, it's already spring and snow."
Ouyang Rong laughed and raised his cup to sip tea. He seemed to be rude and stared straight at the girl in front of him, Su Xiaomei, who was disguised as a man.
It seems to be sizing up.
After all, who doesn't like to look at beauties? Besides, this is one of the most beautiful faces Ouyang Rong has ever seen in this world. Ouyang Rong does not hesitate to look at her and does not hide her thoughts.
Su Guo'er was not shy either. She straightened her back and raised her head, her chin was pointed, her red lips pursed slightly, her eyes dark, and she looked at the man in front of her.
Generous and generous.
"Girls are the wonderful ones." Ouyang Rong sighed, then the conversation suddenly changed, "Are you Su Dalang's little sister?"
"It turns out that the young master already knows."
"Junior sister mentioned something." Ouyang Rong paused for a moment, "Da Lang didn't say much about you, girl."
Su Guo'er was not surprised at all. She nodded and asked, "Where has Sister Xie gone? Why did she suddenly travel far away without leaving a message?"
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and drank tea: "I am out on business, related to a case in the county government. I should be back soon. Miss Su, don't worry."
Su Guo'er looked at him.
The atmosphere became quieter between the two of them, each drinking tea.
Occasionally our eyes meet.
For some reason, despite looking at each other frequently, Su Guoer felt that Ouyang Lianghan's gaze sizing her up in front of her was not annoying to her.
Is it because the other person is a handsome man? Su Guo'er doesn't think so. She has seen many handsome men and beautiful women. The entire Su family is a handsome person, but she really doesn't care about looks.
Because this person's eyes were clear and lively. When he stared at her, his eyes were motionless and his pupils were focused.
There is no trace of the image that one clearly wants to see but is afraid of seeing too much and is worried about in the heart of a beautiful woman. There is no shrinking look that shows concern for the self-esteem of some poor men.
Su Guo'er has seen many men who are proud on the surface but feel inferior on the inside. Of course, she has also seen many men who pretend to be indifferent.
But the eyes that Ouyang Lianghan in front of him cast generously were those of appreciating beauty.
Just like when you see a beautiful flower on the top of a mountain, you can only admire it from a distance and marvel at the miraculous workmanship of the Creator.
Instead of having a desire to possess it, reach out and pick it off.
Because people are naturally possessive and protective of beautiful things.
Appreciation with completely clear eyes is counter-intuitive.
So this is something that most self-centered men in the world don’t have.
It can only show that in his heart, he really doesn't want to pick it at all.
Just an indifferent thought of traveling to the beautiful scenery, and all I can see is admiration.
As for flowers, she will naturally show appreciation for such unique passers-by. This is how Qingshan should see me.
Su Bao'er suddenly picked up the tea cup, looked away, and took a sip.
Looking up again, she broke the silence:
"My little lady, I'm a little confused about something. What's the meaning of the word 'six' you left on the pavilion outside Juxian Garden that day?"
Ouyang Rong smiled faintly, sipped his tea, and did not speak immediately.
Su Guo'er didn't know that someone was murmuring in her heart. She frowned slightly and seemed to think about it again. She shook her head slightly and insisted on her face:
"Young Master, don't say anything. The little girl will think about it for herself. It's the little girl who is obsessed with her. She shouldn't be tacky and ask too many questions."
She raised her eyes, exhaled gently, and leaned forward a little:
"Then let's talk about yesterday. The young master left a wonderful poem in the drunkard's pavilion, which surprised the little girl."
Ouyang Rong's eyes were stunned for a moment, he put down his tea cup, and said sincerely: "If I say that I wrote it casually, will you believe me?"
The pavilion suddenly became quiet.
Ouyang Rong was about to speak again, but suddenly he found that the oval face of the Taoist girl in front of him, which made the evening scenery of the plum forest eclipse, gradually revealed an... elegant smile.
"Believe it, of course I believe it. Even the young lady believes what the young master said."
Su Guoer looked at him with a smile and nodded lightly.
"Really?" Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.
"real."
Su Guo'er's chin was habitually raised, and because of the elegant ladylike sitting posture with her head held high, a hint of snow-white skin color was faintly exposed in the lapel of the cross-collar Taoist robe under her slender neck.
Even in the evening when the light is quite dim, the white space in the pavilion is very dazzling.
Ouyang Rong felt that it was inconvenient to look at this scene, so he lowered his head and sipped tea, "Just believe it, let's not mention this."
Su Guoer's faint voice came to his ears immediately:
"Of course the young master writes casually, but just like all scenery and words are words of love, the poet writes without intention, but there is a sincere heart talking to himself between the lines."
Su Guo'er's mouth showed an elegant smile and she chanted softly:
"The Emperor of Han valued color and thought of conquering the country... He valued color and thought of conquering the country. He was obviously the emperor of Han, so why could he not find the color of conquering the country?
"The whole world belongs to the Emperor of Han, but there is no one who can turn the country around. This is not because he cannot find it, but because there are sycophants in power. Even if the Emperor of Han is thirsty for looks, it is difficult to find the people who can turn the country over.
"It seems that some people have their own unique views on the affairs of the court. Compared with vanilla beauties, they have the look of conquering the country, and they are different from the tawdry women in the court. Unfortunately, they are jealous of the other women, and they rarely meet the Emperor of the Han Dynasty.
"
Su Guo'er unconsciously leaned forward and stared at Ouyang Rong with admiration.
This situation was just like Ouyang Rong staring at her after sitting down not long ago.
Su Guo'er looked at him, as if she was admiring another special kind of overwhelming look.
She doesn't eat looks, but she eats something else.
Ouyang Rong's teacup stopped at his mouth, and his left eyelid twitched twice uncontrollably.
He couldn't help but glance at the young girl from the Su family who was elegantly raising her head and possessing the pearl of wisdom in front of her.
I wonder if my ears heard it wrong.
This sister of Su Dalang wants to have sex with me...?
Ouyang Rong turned around and looked around silently.
The sun is setting in the west, the plum branches are swaying in the wind, the fragrance is floating in the old pavilion, and I am drinking steamed tea.
In this situation, it should have been an indifferent conversation, but a certain little beauty in front of him looked at him with a cat-like squinting look, and her sweet voice, which was deliberately lowered, was in his ears.
Wait, isn't it said that this is an indifferent and elegant girl like a wandering cloud and a crane, but what kind of strange way is this to open it?
Hey, can we stop talking about such dangerous topics?