Ouyang Rong turned around and looked at the lower courtyard door.
It is the familiar wooden door and eaves.
It's his yard and he's in the right direction.
That means she went wrong.
Intentionally or accidentally.
Ouyang Rong nodded.
Step forward.
Open the door and enter the house.
Passing by the study, he ignored it, walked into the back room, changed out of his official uniform, put on a sweater handwoven by Ah Qing, and walked out of the back room.
He washed the tea sets and made a pot of tea. While waiting for the tea, he rubbed his face with his hands, propped up his chin, and stared at the teapot lid that was constantly being pushed up by the water mist.
His face was in a daze.
Not far away in front of the bookshelf.
I don't know since when, Li Bao'er, who was wearing a pink undershirt, had turned around, holding an open book in her hand, and looking at Ouyang Rong with her clear eyes.
Didn't read a book.
She caught everything that happened after the latter entered the house.
The last rays of the setting sun fell in front of the bookshelf, stretching Li Bao'er's figure very, very long, and even her slight tilt of the head seemed extremely wide.
Opposite him, a young man who had returned late was ladling water and boiling tea at the tea table, remaining silent.
In the moonlit willow branches, people meet after dusk.
This scene has quite a bit of the artistic conception of this sentence.
"Won't you get me a cup of tea?"
Li Guo'er tilted his head and asked.
"If you accidentally go to the wrong place, you can actually walk out without saying anything, pretending that nothing happened."
Ouyang Rong lowered his head to make tea, a warm reminder.
Li Guo'er didn't seem to hear, so he took out a red maple leaf bookmark, held it in the open position of the book in his hand, crossed his arms, held the book in front of his chest, and walked forward.
She sat down in front of Ouyang Rong, held up the teapot with her bare hands, and performed the "Phoenix Three Nods" tea gesture. The slender water column jumped three times in a row, brewing the tea leaves in the cup in front of Ouyang Rong, and filled it with seven
point.
"Thank you for standing up and helping me with my father's matter today."
She lowered her eyes and poured tea into the teapot, laughing at herself. Under the orange sunset, this pretty face looked a bit sad:
"Living in Dragon City, helpless and terrified all day long, anyone can step on me."
"If you want to thank me, go and thank my junior sister. Today I just helped her stand up. She has to go out for something, so I have to look after her." Ouyang Rong shook his head and explained.
"Sister Xie can't be as considerate as you are." She also shook her head and whispered: "Besides, are you really just doing it for her?"
Ouyang Rong suddenly picked up the tea cup, drank it all in one gulp, took a long breath, and suddenly said:
"Why don't you just talk normally and stop bragging. We're pretty familiar with each other now. You're not some little white rabbit."
"Little white rabbit?" Li Guo'er asked curiously.
"It just looks cute and soft, harmless to humans and animals." Ouyang Rong glanced at her: "But in fact, there is no guarantee that there is a wolf inside, eating meat, and it may bite at any time."
Li Guo'er stared at him for a while, as if chewing on these words. After a moment's pause, she curled her lips and smiled:
"So this is what I think of you? It's hard to tell the truth, but you don't believe it, so forget it."
"Sincerely?"
Li Guo'er nodded, his chin light and confident: "Quite a bit."
"Half-cheating is not called cheating, right?" Ouyang Rong nodded.
"Lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest weapon." Li Guo'er nodded leisurely and looked at him sideways: "Besides, isn't it the same for you... Also, why are the words coming out of your mouth so harsh and weird?
"
Ouyang Rong shook his head and suddenly said:
"So what should I call you now? Little sister Su? Little lady Li? Or little highness?"
"When there are no outsiders, the young master can call me Guo'er just like my father and brother."
Ouyang Rong nodded, "I understand, Your Highness."
"..."
Li Guoer glanced at him angrily, folded her hands and placed them gracefully in front of her belly. She held her chest up and raised her head, while Xiaoqiong's nose wrinkled slightly:
"First of all, I'm not young. Secondly, don't call me your highness. I'm not used to it."
Ouyang Rong said casually: "But you are not that big either, not as big as my junior sister."
As soon as these words came out, Ouyang Rong suddenly felt Li Guo'er's eyes falling on his face intently, as if he was observing.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little quiet.
The second you realize it is contagious, the lines of sight in the air move silently, some hiding and some glancing.
"I'm talking about age." Ouyang Rong explained seriously.
"Oh. What else?"
Li Bao'er looked away, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
The atmosphere between the two of them became quiet again, and there was a moment of silence.
Ouyang Rong turned around and put down the teacup, glancing at it casually.
Suddenly, I realized that Li Guo'er's clothes were very good. The fabric of the peach red skirt was high-end and soft, and it was well-cut. Her body was already long and slender, and her elegant upbringing made her straighten her chest and waist all the time. The fabric on her chest looked bulging.
The background becomes more and more swollen and tall, like a blooming flower, bent into a perfect arc.
Although they are not as big as Junior Sister, they still have their own merits and are very interesting.
And this woman is naturally beautiful, and she knows how to dress well, and her clothes are good. Sometimes her nobility is cultivated in this subtle way.
Ouyang Rong sighed secretly.
Sometimes when he appreciates beauty, he doesn't care much about appearance, but only about conversation, clothing, etiquette and upbringing, all of which are combined into something called temperament.
It is the true charm of women.
This is the case for my little junior sister. Her excellent tutoring makes her temperament outstanding.
As for appearance, figure, etc., they take a back seat.
In front of the dimly lit table, Li Bao'er's narrow eyes seemed to flash, and her pretty face suddenly turned back:
"After you sent the palace attendants away in the afternoon, someone from the Wei family came to my door and gave me a birthday gift."
"People from the Wei family have also come to Longcheng?" Ouyang Rong frowned, stood up and lit a lamp. The room became brighter, and the two looked at each other.
Li Guo'er nodded slightly: "That's right, I heard from my father that it seems that a concubine from Prince Wei's palace sent a gift for the Wei family."
"I see, Mrs. Wei reacted very quickly. There should be some expert guidance around King Wei."
Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped his fingers on the table.
"What do you mean by this? Can you elaborate?" Li Bao'er leaned forward slightly with his upper body, as if he was listening.
Ouyang Rong raised his head and glanced at her bright expectant eyes, and said vaguely:
"It's nothing, I just thought it was quite foresight for them to come here in advance and make good friends with you."
"You mean someone in the Wei family figured out my grandmother's attitude, so they took this action..."
"Otherwise, let's not talk about this." Ouyang Rong immediately interrupted Li Guo'er's words.
Whenever we talk about such topics involving the Korean government's trends, Li Guo'er's positive attitude gives him a headache.
Li Guoer bit her lip and stared at him for a while. At a certain moment, she lowered her head, rolled up her sleeves, poured tea and said:
"Why does the young master always seem a little impatient lately?"
Ouyang Rong hesitated for a moment, but he still cherished his words and said:
"Since Mr. Wei has taken the initiative to make friends and extend an olive branch, then you should follow the trend and build a good relationship with them."
"Why is this?" Li Guo'er asked with a curious face: "Everyone knows that the Wei family and our Li family are mortal enemies."
"No reason."
Ouyang Rong raised his eyes and looked at her:
"Personal suggestion, for reference only."
Li Guoer lowered his eyes and raised his glass, covered his mouth with his long sleeves, took a sip of tea, and said softly: "But I hate people from the Wei family."
"That's up to you."
Li Guo'er was stunned and couldn't help but look at Ouyang Rong with an expression that said, "You'd better not listen, I'm too lazy to care anymore." She let out a "chock" and suddenly smiled and said:
"Actually, I feel the same way. Our family has been away from the court for more than ten years. We are in a weak position and have a blank slate in the government and the public. If we still want to return to the capital safely, we must not offend anyone for the time being.
"Although I don't like the Wei family, I don't want to interfere with the relationship between the two. So in the afternoon I signaled the elder brother who was picking up the guests to accept the birthday gift from the concubine of the Wei family and sent it out the door."
Ouyang Rong's face softened a little, and he asked casually: "Are you going to send the gift out after receiving it? People come all the way to Longcheng to give gifts, and they don't stay for a meal, but to receive them at a family banquet? To win over the relationship?"
Li Guoer frowned:
"Otherwise, why should we host him at a family banquet? This concubine of the Wei family is just an outsider. I don't like to show up in front of outsiders at family banquets. I was painting in the street this afternoon, but I had no choice but to take off my veil.
."
Ouyang Rong was curious and puzzled: "Am I not an outsider too?"
Li Guo'er, who was not wearing a purple gauze, glanced at him, did not answer, and continued to speak crisply:
"Besides, we have important people to entertain and thank for tonight's family dinner, which are much more important, so why leave an outsider to eat?"
Ouyang Rong glanced at her sideways and kept silent.
Li Guo'er looked at him with a half-smile, as if expecting him to continue.
It's a pity that some old genius pretended to be confused, and it was certified by a certain unjust little junior sister.
Li Guo'er seemed to have noticed this, so he had no choice but to take the initiative to speak:
"Ouyang Lianghan, my grandma is cooking tonight, and my brother and I rarely eat it. Are you sure you don't want to try it?"
"Not so lucky." Ouyang Rong shook his head and drank tea. He seemed to remember something. He put down the teacup and asked in a low voice:
"Since your surname is Li, you should know a lot about some of the emperor's family affairs. There is something I have always been curious about."
"What's the matter?"
"The current sage's surname is Wei, so does she have a name?"
Li Guoer's eyes showed a strange look, and he looked Ouyang Rong up and down:
"Why do you want to know this?"
"Curious." His face was calm.
Li Guoer was quiet for a while, his face became more serious, he nodded and said:
"A woman's nickname can only be known to those close to her, let alone the current Holy Emperor. Such private matters cannot be spread randomly."
"I know...hey, what are you..."
When Ouyang Rong was about to reply, he was stuck because Li Guo'er had already stood up without saying a word, walked to Li Mu's desk, picked up the penholder, and wrote a small word on a piece of white paper.
Ouyang Rong walked over and took a look.
Li Baoer started writing again and carefully crossed out the word, leaving only a smeared ink ball on the rice paper.
Ouyang Rong was not surprised by her behavior. He turned his head and looked out the window, frowning slightly:
"Zhaozi... it is indeed a little different from what I guessed before. It seems that there are still some differences between the two worlds."
He murmured to himself, his voice thin.
"What's the difference?" Li Bao'er pricked up his ears and heard only a few words.
"nothing."
After dispelling his doubts, Ouyang Rong looked dull and said casually: "I just think this word is a bit delicate and does not fit my impression of a founding empress with strong methods."
"Delicate?" Li Bao'er shook his head and pouted speechlessly: "Then what word is not delicate and fits your impression?"
Ouyang Rong took the pen in her hand, which was still full of ink, and casually wrote a word on the paper.
"What is this character? How come I have never seen it before?" Li Guo'er frowned slightly, lowered his head to look at it, and swept his eyes with a curious look on his face: "Shang Ming Xia Kong... What is the pronunciation of "Shang Ming Xia Kong"? Is there really such a character?"
Ouyang Rong smiled and said softly: "Zhao."
Same pronunciation as Zhao.
Li Guoer knitted his eyebrows and thought hard, but still didn't recognize him. He shook his head slightly and said, "I have never heard of it."
Ouyang Rong joked: "Look at this word, the sun and the moon are in the sky, just like Her Majesty the Queen's grace and light shining on the people of the world at dawn. Isn't it a perfect fit? It's better than Zhao."
Li Guo'er was stunned, looked at Ouyang Rong, and then looked down at the ink words on the paper.
After being quiet for a long time, she suddenly raised her head and asked seriously: "Where does this word come from? What ancient book does it come from?"
Ouyang Rong said half-jokingly: "Can't it be made by me?"
Li Guo'er's eyes were a little complicated and she stared at his face for a long time.
Just treating it as a small incident, Ouyang Rong glanced at the dark night outside the window, turned around and filled the Liwao tea cup, signaling to see off the guests.
Li Guoer stood up, folded the rice paper with the word "曌" written on it a few times, and stuffed it into his sleeve silently, with a calm face.
Ouyang Rong didn't care and saw the guests off.
In front of the courtyard gate, Li Guo'er suddenly stopped and turned around. The lantern in his hand illuminated Ouyang Rong's face:
"Ouyang Lianghan, you haven't paid attention to many things recently, and you even feel impatient sometimes... Do you want to resign and go into seclusion?"
Ouyang Rong looked at her serious face, smiled lightly and shook his head:
"What are you just guessing? I sent it here. I won't send it far."
Li Guo'er looked at his relaxed expression and narrowed her eyes slightly: "I will keep it a secret for you. I won't tell Sister Xie and the others, but you don't have to hide it from me."
Ouyang Rong looked at her sideways, with an expression like "I don't understand what you are talking about."
Li Guo'er nodded and didn't pursue it too closely: "That's okay, it's fine if you don't have it, but..."
She paused and asked in a casual tone: "Do you have any gifts for me?"
Ouyang Rong:......
Li Bao'er wanted to speak but stopped.
Someone said with a straight face: "Hey, that's too much. You come from a royal family and have a wealthy family, but you still want to ask for gifts from me, a poor scholar, over and over again? I'm sorry that my family is poor and I have nothing to give."
Li Guo'er blinked, then said in a relaxed tone: "It's just a joke. But the song "Returning to Come Back" you gave me, I... like it very much."
Ouyang Rong only regarded the words as polite words, and with the same polite words, he sent away the little girl with plum blossom makeup who still had a look of reluctance on her pretty face.
In front of the door, he turned around, rubbed his stiff cheeks vigorously, and muttered:
"Why do I feel like this girl is getting more and more evil..."
Returning to Meiyingzhai, she dismissed Cai Shou and other clingy maids. By the window, Li Bao'er raised her head and glanced at the "bright moon" in the sky that she was thinking about. She reached out and took out his calligraphy from her sleeve, stood in the moonlight, and stared down at it.
Startled and lost in thought:
"He actually has the talent to make characters... The sun and the moon are in the sky, is it Zhao... I like it very much, and my grandmother should also like it..."
After thinking for a moment, she took out a luxurious dagger from the cabinet, which was a gift from the Wei family.
Li Bao'er waved it away casually, and a corner of the thick red sandalwood table broke off and fell.
On a nearby window sill, a lame white cat named Butterfly Slave was lying on the ground with its hair flying, not daring to move at all. It was once very unruly, and the sword wounds on its legs were clearly visible.
"The edge of the sword is acceptable, but I don't know if it is good at killing people."
The little girl rested her chin on her hand, looked at the moon and whispered.
Before sorting out the details, let’s lay the groundwork for the transition.