Chapter 195: After waking up from the dream, the righteousness leaks out again
The rain stopped in Yunmengze.
It's this time in the evening again.
At first, the Degong Gate was in a hurry because of someone's sudden coma. Not long after, the rain in the sky gradually became smaller without warning.
It seems that just like a certain young county magistrate who passed out, he is also tired of the rain.
It got smaller and smaller, and finally stopped slowly in the evening.
No more raindrops fell.
The dense black clouds pressing down on Yun Mengze's head like a Tianmen city tower were suddenly broken open.
A beam of sunlight as bright as gold penetrated the thick fog above the water.
Before everyone who was stunned could react, bunches of golden sunset entered the bag like a cone,
The black clouds at the top of the sky were punctured everywhere.
Finally, what suddenly appeared in front of everyone was the same flaming cloud as that evening.
But this time, no one was lucky or lingering.
…
Ouyang Rong had many dreams intermittently.
After waking up, I closed my eyes and felt the soft and dry warmth of the quilt on my body. After walking for a while, I forgot about it.
Those dreams were blurry.
There are only some uncomfortable feelings remaining in my heart, which makes me a little scared.
It must be a cold... Ouyang Rong said to himself as he closed his eyes and exhaled weakly.
That is, when Ye Weilai warmed him with ginger soup, she mentioned that his frail constitution was susceptible to wind and cold.
Of course, maybe the cold in this life is different from the cold in the previous life.
But they are all equally uncomfortable.
Ouyang Rong doesn't know if other people have had it, but since he was a child, he has been suffering from this disease throughout his life, and it is easy for him to have obsessive-compulsive disorder dreams.
These dreams came one after another, just like he was on a smooth car, but the ground under the wheels was stumbling, and the route he took was not designed by normal people. It was bumpy and disgusting all the way, sliding towards an abyss that he vaguely predicted.
, unable to turn...
Lying on the bed, he still felt very uncomfortable thinking about it now.
Apart from that, I am just tired, not only physically but mentally as well.
Ouyang Rong stretched, moved his muscles, and prepared to stand up.
Halfway through, he suddenly remembered that in addition to the obsessive-compulsive dream just now, he also had many childhood dreams.
It includes not only the childhood in the previous life, but also the childhood in this life, like a dream in person.
Ouyang Rong became more and more certain of a fact that he didn't know whether to be happy or worried about.
This world seems to be indeed his life.
In other words, he came to a place similar to parallel time and space.
Well, parallel time and space seems a bit typical.
But how else to explain these feelings of similarity, proximity, and familiarity...
Ouyang Lianghan in this life may have died after drowning; or he may not have died, but just merged with his soul; or he in the previous life actually came when he was born in this life, and his memory was sealed until he was unsealed after drowning, so that
A night in the underground palace awakened a confused and homeless soul.
But thinking about it this way, Ouyang Rong's mind became a little heavy.
Doesn't it mean that the relatives and friends in this life can be regarded as his fetters, and he cannot get rid of them.
I just don’t know what the situation will be like after redeeming the 10,000 merits and blessings from the Pure Earth Palace that I regarded as the hope of returning home at the beginning of my awakening.
If he can go back, his soul will return and Ouyang Lianghan will disappear in this life.
Still like a lotus, another petal was born. With the same memory and consciousness, he was like a fork in the road, giving birth to a world with two endings. One went back successfully, and the other did not go back, or faced other endings.
Then these two identical people don't know the existence of the other...
Good guys, matryoshka dolls, right?
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but fell into deep thought, and then realized that he was trapped in a vicious circle of mental internal friction. He quickly pulled away, raised his blistered and white-skinned palms, and patted his hot face with twitching mouth corners.
"Whatever, the rainy season is over, the water treatment has been completed, it's midsummer, and then comes the dry season in autumn and winter... we can finally pack up and go home..."
On the bed in the house, Ouyang Rong propped himself up with his palms, looked at the furnishings in the house, and murmured and nodded.
"Tanlang, you wake up!"
It seemed that through the half-opened window of the main room, I noticed the movement of the bedridden young man getting up in the house.
In the yard, Ye Weilai, who was spreading herbs to dry in the sun, was very happy. Her round face was full of surprise. She wiped her apron with her hands stained with the crumbs of the herbs and ran into the house.
Ouyang Rong nodded but did not answer. He turned to look at the window sill next to the sleeping couch. There was a pot of orchids blooming in various colors under the golden sunshine.
It makes people breathe a little softer, for fear of disturbing it.
This is very similar to the Clivia that my junior sister raised in the courtyard of Yilanxuan in the Su Mansion.
He was somewhat impressed.
It seems to be afternoon.
Ouyang Rong glanced across the room, then looked down at his slender body propped up by himself.
There were some things that he didn't even need to ask the white-haired maid who covered her chest with her hands and ran over in relief. He had already figured out some things through clues.
The heavy rain and rising water in Yunmengze should have stopped, and the Dickong Gate should not have collapsed after he passed out.
Otherwise, he would not have woken up in the main house of his family's Meilin courtyard now, and would have been moved to the mountains long ago to avoid the flooded county town.
The broken and white blisters on his body have not yet healed, which proves that he has not been unconscious for long.
In addition, the disease should be almost recovered. At this moment, Ouyang Rong was in the room and saw that after the junior sister was whipped last time, he gave her the medicinal materials and treatment methods to treat the fever and cold.
Ye Weilai was smart enough to use it directly.
And on the new quilt beneath me, there is also the familiar fragrance of the white-haired maid's delicate body and waist-length silver hair.
It seemed that he had been staying in front of his bed day and night.
"Tan Lang, you are still feeling unwell. Please call the medical doctor invited from the state..."
Ye Weilai was like a nimble little squirrel that had just come out of hibernation and came out of its nest in a daze. Her little white-haired head came close to Ouyang Rong's body, which was only wearing a double-breasted blouse. She held his hand and looked around.
"Tanlang, are you thirsty? I'll give you a glass of water..."
The girl with dark bags under her eyes seemed to have a lot to say, chattering non-stop. Before Ouyang Rong could ask, she knelt down in front of the couch and raised her little face, her gray-blue eyes flashing across the sky.
Ouyang Rong's lips brought the topic to this topic.
In front of the bed, Ye Weila turned back with a smile on her face, wiped the reddish corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and jumped up and down to go to the table to pour tea for Ouyang Rong.
"Um, I..."
Ouyang Rong touched his dry lips, and no matter how hard his heart was under his chest, he couldn't help but feel a little tenderness when he saw this busy little body.
"Weila, thank you for your hard work." Ouyang Rong couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's because I don't have a long memory, and I still try to hold on even though I'm ill. I soak in water to show off, which makes you and everyone else worry..."
"Tanlang!"
The girl who seemed to be laughing and preparing to pour tea suddenly turned around halfway and threw herself into Ouyang Rong's arms like a baby bird returning to its nest. Tears filled her blue eyes and she couldn't help shouting.
"Ahem...why are you crying? Am I okay?"
Ouyang Rong coughed twice, raised his arms, paused, then lowered them and patted the soft and boneless shoulders of the white-haired maid in his arms, and said helplessly:
"Um, wipe it down with clean water and don't let any snot get on me."
"Puch... I don't have any tears. It's just that my eyes are stained by the smell of the herbs on my hands, which makes them tear-inducing. I don't have any runny nose. It's not dirty..."
Ye Weilai squirmed in her arms, fearing that the man in front of her would dislike her, she raised her little face with a serious expression and explained in a crisp voice.
As a result, Ouyang Rong nodded and said, "Did you suck back the mucus from your nose?"
"..." Ye Weilai.
The master and servant chatted softly for a while, and Ouyang Rong asked some questions about Di Gongzha, Yun Mengze, and many things that had happened in the county during the past few days when he was in coma.
Sure enough, it was exactly the same as what he had analyzed and determined before.
The heavy rain and rising water in Yunmengze stopped less than half a day after he fell into coma.
The Dickong Gate has not collapsed, but it is full of cracks and is in urgent need of repair.
These days, Ouyang Rong is in coma, and the county government is presided over by Diao Xiancheng and Yan Liulang, the acting county captain.
The people of Longcheng who were originally evacuated to refuge camps such as Dagushan returned to the county and villages in groups after confirming that the floods receded.
After accumulating experience in organizing the Dagushan evacuation camp, everyone in the county government handled the matter of returning home from the mountain in a relatively orderly manner.
When he was sleeping, Longcheng County was mostly peaceful, and even the Liu family on the west bank, which was secretly watched by Liu Ashan and the others, was honest and there was nothing out of the ordinary that warranted too much suspicion.
They even took the initiative to send several skilled craftsmen to help repair the crumbling Dickong Gate.
In addition, Liu Zian also heard about the minor crisis on the gate and dam that day. He immediately distanced himself from the deceitful priests of the Dragon King Temple. For this reason, he went to the county government several times to donate money to express his sincerity.
and explain...
Ouyang Rong listened silently for a while, and did not go to summon Yan Liulang, Liu Ashan and others for the time being. He turned around and asked:
"How long have I been bedridden?"
"Half ten miles."
Ye Weilai remembered the matter of pouring water, and hurriedly stopped relying on her master's arms and ran to the table to pour tea.
Ouyang Rong glanced at the plate of orchids on the window sill and suddenly said:
"Junior sister is back?"
"Well, Miss Xie returned that day after a long journey and found out that Tan Lang was injured. She was still worried, so she made an extra trip to Jiangzhou and invited a famous doctor from Jiangzhou to take Tan Lang's pulse...
"Ms. Xie will come to visit Tan Lang every day. She will stay for a whole day or half a day. She will only go out when there is something to do. She will stay with her every day... In addition, people from the Su family come to visit from time to time. Su Dalang and Mrs. Su
…”
The little white-haired maid talked about all the things she had noticed one by one, and then returned to the couch with a cup of hot tea.
Ouyang Rong listened silently.
After understanding the general situation, I couldn't help but look back at the bright sunshine outside the window. It was difficult to connect it with the scene not long ago of dark clouds covering the city and floods about to come.
"The sun also rises...so...is it over..."
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and murmured.
"What is Tanlang talking about?" Ye Weilai asked curiously.
"fine."
Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand, intending to take the tea, but he saw the white-haired maid in front of him holding the tea and lowering her head, taking a small sip of the tea that was poured for him, as if to test the warmth of the tea.
The girl seemed to nod with satisfaction, and subconsciously moved towards Ouyang Rong to kiss her pink lips while sipping tea.
Ouyang Rong was startled.
"Well..." Ye Weilai seemed to have reacted. Tanlang was not unconscious and did not need to drink tea with his lips and teeth.
Ouyang Rong immediately saw that the white-haired maid in front of him was still in the posture of holding tea for him, her little head quickly lowered, lower than the teacup in her hand, and her neck under her folded collar quickly turned a peachy red.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help wiping his dry lips and looked at the inexplicably shy white-haired maid. Some scenes that might have happened to him when he was in coma in the past few days flashed in his mind, which was delivering tea like this again and again.
Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.
He couldn't help but lift the quilt slightly and cursed himself secretly.
Is Haoran's righteousness leaking from the side again? He has just recovered from the wind and cold, but it seems that his illness is not serious enough.
It was a normal reaction, but Ouyang Rong's face became serious. Immediately, he put his hand into the quilt and suddenly touched a light and soft fabric on the bed sheet. He didn't know if it was made of silk shipped from the Western Regions.
, Ouyang Rong's grinding fingertips even felt a little cool.
Ouyang Rong subconsciously took it out, looked down at it, his expression was stunned, and he regretted taking it out.
She didn't know if she saw Ouyang Rong's somewhat strange reaction out of the corner of her eye, or if she was still very familiar with her master's body and various reactions.
In front of the bed, Ye Weilai, who was serving tea with his head down, suddenly spoke and whispered:
"Master, this slave is really not dirty..."
As if in response to Ouyang Rong pretending to dislike her just now, she had a runny nose, and she couldn't help but wailed and explained weakly.
And when Ye Weilai explained, he even changed his title... The master and servant once made an agreement in whispers late at night. Ye Weilai would call Tanlang in front of others, and master behind others.
The white-haired maid seems to have discovered a long time ago that as soon as she calls out this title in a sweet voice, someone becomes more upright and awe-inspiring. She doesn't know if all men are like this. Even gentlemen like the master are inevitably like this. However, she can only
I shouted this to my master alone.
Ouyang Rong immediately took the tea cup, bent down and covered the quilt with his hands to sip the tea, and looked out the window.
"Master, I have been worried about you these past two days. What if, if anything, you are no longer here? How can I explain to you, my lady, and myself? I will not live alone..."
Ye Weilai's words were a little urgent for a moment, and she couldn't help herself.
Ouyang Rong put down his tea cup and stopped talking.
In this era, although the atmosphere is gradually opening up, and the status of women is not as lowly and vassal as in the previous dynasties, this does not include slaves. Some nobles are easily disgusted with the female slaves they raise, and even those who are eighteen or nineteen years old will be disliked.
The old ones are boring, they like the new and hate the old, so they are sold or given away. Because slaves are not people, but goods, they can naturally be traded as they please.
Ouyang Rong, who had been an official for several months, certainly understood the plight of female slaves and his heart softened.
Seeing that Ouyang Rong was silent, Ye Weilai was a little nervous in the depths of her blue eyes. She waved her hand and explained: "Master, your hands and feet were cold a few nights ago. I was worried, so I covered your feet at the end of the bed. I forgot to pack my clothes last night..."
Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and looked at Ye Weilai.
The two people, whose eyes were facing each other, seemed to have a telepathic connection. They suddenly leaned forward together, as if they were both emotionally moved, and seemed to be moved by each other's movements.
However, Ouyang Rong seemed to just want to hug the white-haired maid and comfort her for a few words, while Ye Weilai wanted to give her the best at all costs, including her clumsy lips and teeth, which were a bit lacking in language at this time.
As a result, the heads of the big one and the small one hit each other, and they both covered their heads and were stunned.
However, Ye Weilai helped her master cover his forehead.
There was silence in front of the bed for a while, then the white-haired maid smiled sweetly, rushed forward, and crawled into the nest like a little squirrel.
Ye Weilai consciously wanted to cover everything for him, including the gentleman's righteousness.
Two small hands suppressed the awe-inspiring righteousness between heaven and earth.
"Slave, just cover your master again and it will be fine..." she said.
"Don't..." Ouyang Rong was reluctant to push away the girl's infatuation. He only had time to say a word, but he was stuck and seemed to be covered.
I was served tea just like the previous days.
However, it is easy to cover your mouth. How can Haoran's righteousness be suppressed so easily?
"Don't move." At a certain moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his mouth to complete what he had not finished.
"Uh-huh." He had a cute nasal voice and was very sweet and cute. Ouyang Rong thought it could melt steel.
A big sun in the sky unscrupulously vents the temperature at noon.
On the window sill, the pot of orchid showed its light and slender figure. In the noon wind, it swayed gracefully up and down. Finally, it faced the sunshine and was warmed for a while.
The sun rises as usual, and it is quiet in the afternoon, maybe everyone is asleep.
I walked a lot today and did that again. I’m so tired and a little weak...I’m sorry for the water. I have to reboot tomorrow. Let’s check in together.