Ouyang Rong left Hanlei Mozhai, rode Dongmei alone, and rushed lightly to the agreed place not far from the west city gate...in front of a bookstore.
The autumn air is crisp today, which is a good time to climb mountains and enjoy the autumn scenery. There are many people going out of the city.
Ouyang Rong wore a felt hat and moon-white soap clothes. He could see the crowd queuing at the city gate from a distance.
However, there is an advantage to him riding a horse, that is, there is no traffic jam, but I don't know if the carriage the junior sister and the others are traveling in is jammed.
Arriving at the agreed place, Ouyang Rong got off his horse and raised his hand to touch the round jade handle of the skirt knife at his waist.
It's a signal to my junior sister.
Ouyang Rong lowered his felt hat, covered his face, and waited for a while.
Sure enough, the junior sister was late.
It's past the agreed time of the second quarter of the first lunar month.
However, being late is a woman's privilege. Ouyang Rong looked calm and wandered around the bookstore, flipping through old books and waiting patiently.
A quarter of an hour later, a large, low-end luxury carriage with a "thank you" flag arrived belatedly at the door of the book store. Ouyang Rong put down his old books and left calmly under the boss's sad eyes... If you don't read the book while browsing the book store, it's a waste of time.
What's the point?
At the door, the carriage slowly stopped in front of him. Ouyang Rong greeted the familiar coachman and boarded the carriage vigorously.
As he bent down to enter the carriage, he pressed the corners of his mouth and made a serious voice:
"Xie Lingjiang, the book-turner, your book-tearer is here, why don't you hurry up and capture it... I just went to the bookstore and saw an interesting poem in praise of Autumn. Let me read it to you... Uh.
"
Ouyang Rong was speechless because in the spacious carriage, pairs of eyes were all looking at him.
Li Guo'er, Li Dalang, Qin Ying and Shangqing Taoist priest Lu Ya all looked at him strangely.
The little junior sister had a pretty face and held a half-turned book in her hand, pressing it on Su's chest. She followed the others and looked at him with slightly narrowed autumn eyes. Her eyes seemed to say, everyone is here, do you think you are ashamed?
"..." Ouyang Rong.
He coughed twice and said with a calm expression: "Why are everyone here? Hey, Miss Qin, good morning. Hey, why does Her Royal Highness have the leisure to go out with my junior sister?"
He took off his felt hat and took his seat in the carriage.
Li Dalang curiously asked: "Tan Lang, what is a book translator? Miss Xie's new position? Why don't I know."
Li Guo'er glanced sideways: "What interesting poem about autumn, please read it and listen to it."
"Forehead……"
Ouyang Rong was stuck in embarrassment, and Lu Ya suddenly said: "The person who opened the book is a scholar at the seventh level of Taoism. He should be at the current level of Qi training of fellow Daoist Xie."
"That's it." Li Dalang touched his chin out of habit. Before going out today, he was forced to shave his head by his mother and sister. He felt very uncomfortable:
"What about the book tearer? Is this Tanlang's Qi training state?"
Lu Ya shook his head: "I don't know. This is my first time hearing this."
After a pause, he asked curiously: "Is Mr. Ouyang also a Qi practitioner? Is he also a scholar?"
After some questioning, Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but look at each other.
Xie Ling Jiang snorted and turned his head away from Ouyang Rong, seemingly letting him explain himself.
Ouyang Rong saw that the junior sister was wearing a fox fur shawl to cover her swan-like neck. At this moment, she turned her head to reveal the fair skin at the base of her ears. He saw a few faint pink inexplicable marks there, like
strawberry.
Li Guo'er suddenly said: "The one who turns over the book, or the one who tears it up? You two have so many tricks."
Miss Qin, who was sitting in a ladylike posture beside her, also covered her mouth and smiled. When she saw the red clouds on Xie's sister's ears, she immediately suppressed her smile.
"What are you talking about, sister Guo'er? Those who open books and tear them apart are all the fault of senior brother. Even though he is so serious every day in the Jiangzhou lobby, he makes random jokes in private. Sometimes I really don't want to pay attention to him."
Ouyang Rong nodded: "Junior sister is right, it's a joke, don't take it seriously... By the way, Dalang, Miss Qin, why are you here, and... Director Lu."
Li Dalang looked around curiously, but still didn't understand, but he didn't go into detail and explained:
"I heard that Miss Xie is going on a trip. Grandma... no... I thought that I might as well go out for an autumn outing and relax a bit, so I made an appointment with Miss Qin.
"I heard that the red leaves of Fontainebleau on the river bank on the outskirts of the city are one of the ten scenic spots in Xunyang and should not be missed. At this time last year, we were still in Longcheng and had no chance to see them. We can't miss them this year."
"What about Her Royal Highness the Princess, and Director Lu."
Ouyang Rong turned his head and spoke, but his eyes quietly looked at Xie Lingjiang who turned his head to look out the window at the scenery.
It seems to be asking why there are so many big light bulbs in the world between the two of them. Is today the main theme of an exciting affair? Well... that's not impossible.
Ouyang Rong silently raised his hand and carefully touched the soft jade handle of the skirt knife at his waist, with a skillful technique.
Faced with his questioning look, Xie Ling's Jiang Er felt a little hot at first. At this moment, when he touched the heart-to-heart skirt knife at close range, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she quickly regained her composure. She immediately turned her head and grabbed it calmly.
He passed the skirt knife in his hand.
Xie Ling Jiang Xiang's cheeks were slightly bulging, and her eyebrows were slightly raised as she glared at him:
"Why are you asking so many questions? Sister Guo'er and Lu Daoyou can't just take a ride along the way. Even if...even if they are not just on the way, they can go on an outing and enjoy the scenery together. The senior brother is really bringing his work style back to his private life to get to the bottom of it.
, putting pressure on others, this is not the Jiangzhou lobby."
"..." Ouyang Rong.
With the corner of his eye, Li Guo'er moved away from Xie Ling Jiang's snow-white fox fur shawl and asked:
"Sister Xie is right, I can't go out for an autumn outing?
"Today there happens to be a chrysanthemum-picking poetry party on the outskirts of the city. I've sent you an invitation. If you don't have anything interesting to do to kill your time, I'll stop by and have a look. Don't worry, I won't bother Mr. Ouyang and Sister Xie for too long."
Ouyang Rong frowned and pretended to blame him: "What are you talking about? I'm so annoying. It's too late to welcome you. Everyone is here. Today is a good day. Let's go for an outing together in the autumn."
Li Baoer pouted.
Miss Qin patted the hem of her men's clothing:
"Mr. Ouyang, I'm going to go hunting in autumn. I haven't hunted for a long time. Dalang said that there is a hunting ground in the mountains and forests on the outskirts of the city, which is perfect for fun. If you and Sister Xie have nothing else to do, you can come with us."
Ouyang Rong nodded: "Okay."
Although Mrs. Qin is a bit straight-talking, she is bold and cheerful. He likes her as a friend. It's a pity that Da Lang doesn't like this one.
But speaking of it, based on the beauty standards set by Da Zhou, Miss Qin's chubby face is indeed not as good-looking as Junior Sister and Li Guo'er.
Yan Liulang, who is as skinny as a monkey, really likes a "tall and fat woman", but it is a pity that the Qin family is a Guanlong family, and the lintel strives to match the five surnames and Qiwang, so it is impossible to marry like this.
While everyone was talking, Lu Ya said nothing, opened the car curtain and looked outside.
The winter plums that Ouyang Rong left outside would be taken good care of by the Xie clan stewards. For Ouyang Rong, the new uncle, the Chenjun Xie clan's stewards in Xunyang City were very respectful.
After everyone chatted for a while, the carriage drove to the city gate and a long queue formed.
Li Dalang lowered the car curtain and muttered: "Why are you still queuing up?"
When Ouyang Rong heard this, his expression under his felt hat was calm. He chatted with Xie and Qin, and had no intention of getting out of the car and showing up.
Everyone didn't rush him and continued to wait in the car, chatting along the way.
Ouyang Rong glanced at the paralyzed young man who had taken off his sword and stood in front of his knees: "Is Fellow Daoist Lu going to the Autumn Hunting or the Poetry Club?"
Lu Ya shook his head: "Looking for someone."
"Do you know anyone in Xunyang City, fellow Daoist Lu?" Ouyang Rong asked curiously.
Lu Ya nodded, then shook his head.
Ouyang Rong glanced at his peach wood sword: "Lu Daoyou knows how to sword?"
"Know a little bit."
Ouyang Rong smiled: "I am the same."
Lu Ya thought for a while and asked: "Master Ouyang has been to Peach Valley?"
"No." Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows: "Fellow Daoist Lu has been there?"
"Oh." The interest in Lu Ya's eyes extinguished and he nodded: "Send the sword to the candle in the snow."
Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang looked at each other and remembered the news about Taogu Wenjian last year. At that time, Ouyang Rong was asked to go to Yunshui Pavilion to find out.
The first three people to take the stage to ask about the sword in the snow were an unknown sword cultivator, a Chang'an swordsman and a Shangqing Taoist priest. Of the last three, one died, one was injured, and the other rolled off the stage in embarrassment.
Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but ask: "So Taoist friend Lu is the Taoist priest from the Shangqing Dynasty who came to power? Doesn't he lose his sword?"
Lu Ya's face was calm, not as angry as the failure described by the tabloids as he rolled off the stage in embarrassment. He shook his head and said:
"If you lose a mahogany sword, I will break another one."
Everyone was dumbfounded and looked at the mahogany sword on his lap, and found that it was indeed not like other sword cultivators who wore the famous sword Love Sword.
It's just a mahogany sword, its main purpose is to prevent Yunmeng from destroying her equipment.
Lu Yahu said: "Xue Zhongzhu is really powerful. He is now at the top level. He is worthy of being the leader of swordsmanship in the world. He can be said to be the first among his peers. The uncles of the Heavenly Masters in Longhu Mountain must avoid being sharp. They are already gaining momentum.
When Tao Gu asks for swords next time, it will be even harder for her to be gifted with the sword."
"Ahem."
"Mr. Ouyang, do you feel uncomfortable in your throat?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Ouyang Rong waved his hand.
After chatting for a quarter of an hour, they saw the long queue of carriages queuing out of the city at a slow pace. After some discussion, they decided to get out of the car, travel lightly, and ride out of the city faster.
Li Guoer went to the poetry gathering alone.
Lu Ya took a look at the fiery red maple leaves all over the mountains and plains outside the city gate, and suddenly said goodbye and left.
Before leaving, he seemed to be muttering to himself: "Master said that man has a close relationship with red leaves..."
Li Dalang and Miss Qin also got off the carriage, preparing to ride out of the city for autumn hunting.
The two invited Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang to join them.
Xie Lingjiang was about to nod in agreement, but Ouyang Rong shook his head decisively and pointed to his mouth:
"My mouth has been dry these past few days. I bit my lip accidentally and it's hard to whip my horse into the wind. I'd better not go. I'll just sit in the car and drink tea. You guys have a good time."
Xie Lingjiang swallowed back his words and blushed a little.
"Autumn hunting is very fun... Mr. Ouyang really doesn't want to go. It's a pity. That's fine."
Qin Ying's tone was regretful, hoping to turn her eyes to Xie Lingjiang:
"Where's Sister Xie's family..."
Li Dalang suddenly interrupted:
"The horses and arrows are ready outside. Miss Qin, let's go quickly. They know the way and will come to us if they go."
Li Dalang quickly took Qin Ying, who had low emotional intelligence, away, and at the same time made an appointment to meet at a meeting place on the outskirts of the city when they would return to the city in the evening.
After they left, only Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang were left in the carriage.
The two turned their heads silently and looked at each other.
Ouyang Rong said to himself, "Good brother Dalang didn't call you in vain."
Xie Lingjiang lowered his head, his eyes evasive, no longer the cold and arrogant person he had just been in front of others. He raised his hand and combed the airy bangs in front of his forehead with five green fingers:
"Aren't we going hunting? It's been a long time since I rode a horse and shot an arrow."
"You still hold your bow and shoot arrows. You are a book translator. You should read the book clearly before proceeding. Recently, you are only allowed to read literature and not use martial arts."
Xie Lingjiang's tone could not be tougher:
"Okay, then they're all gone, let's get out of the car too..."
Ouyang Rong didn't answer and suddenly pressed forward.
"You...what are you doing..."
"I'm going to do...what am I not going to do? Why do you want to get out of the car?"
"Let's go out to the city to enjoy the red leaves. Didn't I agree yesterday that you would take time off to accompany me to enjoy the scenery and discuss the advancement of the Book Reader?"
"Oh, enjoy the red leaves..." He chuckled: "Actually, you can also enjoy the red leaves in the car. Why do you get out of the car?"
"How to reward? The car hasn't moved, and I don't know how long the queue will last. They haven't left the city yet. How about we get off the car and ride out of the city?"
Being hit by the man's hot breath, Xie Lingjiang's body felt a little limp, and his hands weakly pushed Ouyang Rong's approaching chest, but his weak appearance seemed more like an act to outsiders:
"Didn't you say that you would help me with the matter of breaking the mirror today? You are not allowed to act haphazardly. Be good, senior brother, and be obedient."
With a face that is prettier than a flower, she coaxes him with a fierce yet soft expression, trying to calm the bad guy.
Ouyang Rong shook his head seriously:
"Don't get out of the car and ride a horse first. There is a poem that goes well. Stop and sit in the maple forest at night. It is very suitable for this season. It really complements the scenery."
"What kind of poem is this? I've never heard of it. What does it mean? What are the sentences before and after." Xie Lingjiang was confused: "Isn't it a limerick?"
"Have you never heard of this? Junior sister, you are becoming more and more incompetent as a book reader. No wonder you are stuck in a bottleneck. Many books have not been finished, unlike me, who can tear them apart after reading all the books...
"It's okay, I still have a lot of poems here. Senior Brother is here today and I will teach you slowly..."
Someone pulled down the curtains, squinted his eyes as he spoke, and approached like a big bad wolf. His upper body slowly moved forward, as if a jade mountain was about to collapse:
“First, let’s talk about parking and having sex at Fenglinwan. As the name suggests, in vernacular, it is something to do while sitting in the car and having sex.
"The last sentence is that the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers. This sentence is even more interesting. The frost leaves are cold and incomparable, but they are actually hotter and redder than the red flowers in spring. Do you know why, little junior sister?"
Xie Lingjiang's whole body tensed up, he stuttered a bit and shrank back to a corner, his eyes showing vigilance:
"Why? What...what about making love? You, you are not allowed to mess around anymore and do such nonsense as tearing up books.
"The frost leaves are as red as the flowers in February? This is a wonderful poem. I have never heard of it. Is it really not written by senior brother? Why don't I believe it... But the frost leaves are outside the city. If you want to reward them... Why are you doing it so close?
Well... Uh-huh!"
The noble lady Xie originally had a lecturing expression on her face and was appreciating the poems with a straight face, but her lips were suddenly blocked.
There was silence in the car for a moment, more silence than sound.
A women's snow-white fox fur shawl slid from the goose neck to the woman's bulging chest, and also fell to the man's wrist. As for how it was on the woman's chest and the man's wrist at the same time, I don't know... and then it moved along the
A pair of tight long legs bent together fell to the carpet, covering the two pairs of crossed and misaligned ankles.