"What are you busy with? Come, come, sit down. Don't go back to the house yet, Tan Lang. Take off your coat and give it to your aunt. Let's talk to my aunt."
"Um, why is Auntie so free all of a sudden?"
"I'm just a nephew. I used to cook for dinner and sew clothes. Now he often doesn't come home at night. What else can I do? I can't turn into a nephew again and show love to him.
Bar."
"Ahem, it's actually to help Master Shandao and his Lotus Pure Land Sect build the East Lin Buddha. Didn't Master Shandao, Xiufa and the others mention it to my aunt before?"
"Now that we are the eminent monk Mahamati, Tanlang must not shout randomly."
"Okay, eminent monk Mahamati."
"But, isn't it just to build a Buddha statue? Why hasn't it been completed yet? Is it so troublesome?"
"It's quite tall. Once completed, it will be the tallest Buddha statue in the southeast."
"Now that Donglin Temple is so rich, how can it build such a big one and still ask for help from your Jiangzhou government? You guys are not doing your job properly, either.
"It seems that I will have to donate less incense to their temple in the future. It's better now. My nephew is busy making a Buddha statue. For those who don't know, I thought the imperial government was working for their monks."
"Auntie, it's okay to talk about this in private, but don't say it outside, ahem."
"What's the meaning?"
"It's okay, aunt, don't worry. It's not like my nephew is working so late alone. There are many colleagues accompanying him. The same is true for the female officials from the palace. No one is idle. As a long-term historian, I can't stay behind and be lazy.
."
"You are just stupid."
"Aunt..."
The moon and stars were sparse, and it was already late at night.
In the Huaiye Lane mansion, Ouyang Rong returned home after a long journey. He had just arrived home and was about to walk quietly through the hall back to Yin Bingzhai. He was caught by Zhen Shuyuan who was sitting quietly waiting in the darkness in the hall and walked to the corridor.
Intercept him and give him a good beating.
If it weren't for this majestic pale red official uniform, the lady in the skirt would have almost picked up her old job and directly pinched the ears of her unfilial nephew like she did before.
The hall was lit up again, and he waited for the maid to take over Ouyang Rong's official coat, light the lamp, and then leave.
Only Zhen Shuyuan, who had brows raised, and Ouyang Rong, who looked helpless, were left.
"Tell me the truth, apart from being busy with statue making, is there a bad woman out there?"
"No, aunt, where did you hear this nonsense?"
"Are you scolding me?"
"No, no. But why did my aunt suddenly say this? Where do so many bad women come from?"
"If a man doesn't come home, either there is a bad woman outside, or he is tired of staying and starts to dislike the wretched home. You have to choose one thing, huh."
Zhen Shuyuan counted carefully with her fingers.
Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched:
"Can't they all be... bah, bah, none of them?"
"No, but this is another man, but Tanlang's words are special, Tanlang's words..."
"What happened to my words?"
Zhen Shuyuan nodded:
"Tan Lang's words are more clever. If there is a bad woman or he dislikes his aunt and the family, he will definitely not show it. Instead, he will be far-sighted and do the opposite. No one will notice it easily, huh?
Lang should be doing everything as before, going home on time for dinner. He is really more disciplined and disciplined than usual, so that no one can see the flaws.
"Hey, from the looks of it, Tanlang must be really busy lately."
"..."
Ouyang Rong was completely speechless.
He didn't know whether to thank his aunt for clearing his name or whether to worry about her weird logic.
"No, it's not that..."
"Who says it's not possible? I see that you have been doing this lately."
“What am I trending?”
"I heard that Tanlang stayed up all night cutting bamboo a few days ago and made a women's bamboo cane?"
"This is true, but...where did my aunt hear about the women's bamboo cane? It's just a cane for climbing mountains. It was given to colleagues. There is no distinction between men's and women's."
Ouyang Rong shook his head.
Zhen Shuyuan said calmly:
"Oh, Tanlang said, this bamboo stick you made with your own hands will be given to a woman in the end."
Ouyang Rong suddenly fell silent.
Zhen Shuyuan curled her lips:
"I heard that when you made this bamboo cane, you specifically asked Wei Lai to test whether it would fit easily. Tanlang is meticulous in his work. If a cane is to be used smoothly, it also depends on the height and weight of the user...
I would like to ask, if the recipient is not a woman with a similar figure to Wei Lai, is it necessary for Tan Lang to let them try?"
Ouyang Rong slapped his forehead and said suddenly:
"Next time there is a murder case in the city, I have to let my aunt take care of it. My nephew's reputation as the nemesis of crime will depend on my aunt from now on."
His tone was surprisingly serious.
"Stop talking nonsense and tell me honestly, who is it?"
Ouyang Rong said like pouring beans from a bamboo tube:
"It is true that she is a colleague in the official business. We often interact with her. She was injured. She was with me last time, but the injury was more serious. Your nephew, I uphold the principle of unity and friendship and care about my colleagues. It is normal, but a little special.
It’s just the other person’s gender, she’s a female official from the palace, and I’m not someone I can flirt with anyway, so Auntie, don’t make such a joke.”
"Oh? Ouyang Da Changshi still has such a pure relationship between men and women."
"That's of course. I don't know why my aunt misunderstood me. My nephew and I, although I don't dare to fully live up to the reputation of a gentleman spread throughout the world, I at least live up to it and have not brought shame on it."
Ouyang Rong sat upright.
He is not afraid of his shadow being distorted.
Zhen Shuyuan looked at her nephew's serious expression and suddenly said:
"So bringing her bellyband back, cleaning it, and then sending it out is also part of Tanlang's principle of unity and friendship?"
"Auntie also said that I will not make such a low-level mistake, but will do the opposite. If there is really a ghost, how can it be so easy for you to know.
"This bellyband was returned to its original owner after Wei Lai cleaned it. I didn't look at it much."
"That's not necessarily the case. After all, no matter how smart a person is, there is always a gap, right?"
"Auntie, this is a double standard. If this is the case, my nephew, I have nothing to say. Let auntie just speculate and slander you."
"Okay, now the word "slander" has been used on aunt."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand: "It's nothing."
"Okay, let's change the question."
Zhen Shuyuan's smile remained unchanged and she changed topics smoothly.
In fact, the lady in Luoqun did not want to interfere with the privacy of her beloved nephew in the final analysis. She just didn't sit down and chat with him for a long time. She just wanted to talk to Ouyang Rong more.
And it's quite fun to tease him occasionally by deliberately misunderstanding him.
No, just now Ouyang Rong looked like he wanted to use an excuse to run away and go back to the house to sleep. Now he sat down obediently, looking like a arrogant person who would not leave until he argued his innocence.
Besides, Zhen Shuyuan, from the bottom of her heart, didn't mind Ouyang Rong raising women outside. If he liked it, he could bring her back. It didn't matter how many concubines he had. Even for the sake of the good vision of the old Ouyang family having more children and more happiness, she hoped that the more the better.
Zhen Shuyuan smiled slightly, grabbed Ouyang Rong who turned around, straightened him from a side-sitting position, and asked softly:
"Why hasn't Huanwan come recently? Tanlang made her angry and they were having trouble."
"Auntie can't think of me better. Why didn't she make me angry? Although she didn't, aunt always assumes that it's my nephew who does bad things."
"Hey, Tan Lang is really angry. Okay, I'll tell you why. Come on, drink this cup of tea and I'll apologize."
"No, no, Auntie, are you kidding? There is no reason for an elder to serve tea to a junior."
"You also know that I am an elder."
"..."
Zhen Shuyuan couldn't help laughing, straightened her skirt sleeves and waved her hands:
"Okay, no more joking. Look at the dark circles under your eyes. Go and have a rest. Later, you will blame me for nagging me and making you unclean at home."
Ouyang Rong was dubious: "Have I really gone back to the house? Does Auntie have anything else to do?"
"You said it, it's true."
"..."
Ouyang Rong said with a straight face: "I'm squeezing out toothpaste and talking in small sentences."
"What is toothpaste?"
"fine."
Zhen Shuyuan didn't care and shook her head:
"I've stewed a pot of soup for you. You should wash up first. I'll let Vera bring it to your room later. You can drink more to keep yourself healthy."
"What kind of health is this?" After reacting, Ouyang Rong asked with a straight face: "What kind of soup is this?"
"Black-bone chicken, yam and red date soup nourishes blood and kidneys, strengthens yang and replenishes qi."
The corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched.
"Why, I've been stewing it for a whole day, are you sure Tanlang doesn't want to try it?"
"Try it, of course, I'll drink it all when I get back."
Ouyang Rong said a few words and ran away immediately.
Back at Yin Bing Zhai, I rested for a while and just about to wash up, Ye Weilai came into the room, lowered her head and handed over a bowl of black-bone chicken, yam, and red date soup.
Ouyang Rong had a look of helplessness on his face.
"The eldest lady said, one bowl tonight, another bowl tomorrow, and another bowl sent over at noon... Anyway, Tanlang is going to drink it all, so let it simmer over low heat first. It's not in a hurry anyway. If you can't drink it, take it slow.
"
Ouyang Rong glanced at the bowl of aphrodisiac medicinal food with a sad face, and then at Ye Weilai, whose ears were red and embarrassed to look up at him.
I still didn’t know what my aunt meant, so I started urging her.
When the air is silent.
Ouyang Rong's heart suddenly moved.
He immediately picked up the bowl and swallowed the bowl of chicken soup. Then he immediately went back to bed and fell asleep.
As for the white-haired girl next to her on the bed at night, who was tossing and turning, I presume she didn't notice...
The next day, early in the morning.
When Ouyang Rong was about to serve another bowl of black-bone chicken, yam, and red date soup, Ye Weila ordered:
"The soup cans are packed, I want to take them away."
Ye Weilai was stunned:
"Take... where to take? Madam said, you must watch Tan Lang finish drinking..."
Ouyang Rong looked serious: "Take it to the palace, drink it with your junior sister, and replenish her blood."
When this reason was thrown out, Ye Weilai felt a little helpless. After hesitating for a moment, she had no choice but to follow the instructions, but she would definitely have to ask Zhen Shuyuan for instructions later.
Ouyang Rong went out with a soup can and boarded the carriage.
But when he arrived at Prince Xunyang's Mansion, his junior sister was nowhere to be seen.
Xiao Mo Jing Miao Si was not in the yard either.
Ouyang Rong called a maid to inquire, and it turned out that the junior sister, Li Guo'er and Miss Qin had gone to attend a private gathering of ladies from Xunyang.
Ouyang Rong originally wanted to leave the can of black-bone chicken, yam, and red date soup in the yard, but then he thought about it, what if the junior sister saw through it and sent it back?
Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows, suddenly turned around, and went out again.
Not long after, he took a can of black-bone chicken, yam, and red date soup, rode a carriage, and arrived at a simple courtyard not far from the Jiangzhou lobby.
The courtyard door opens.
"How did you come?"
Rong Zhen held a jasper staff in his hand and frowned at the visitor.
Ouyang Rong walked past her in a familiar manner, walked into the courtyard, and placed a carefully packaged can of black-bone chicken, yam, and red date soup on the table.
"This is……"
"Yesterday, I suddenly remembered that after Ms. Shi was injured, she lost too much blood and her face was always pale. On a business trip in a foreign country, she was no better than at home in the capital. She had no one to take care of her and had to rely on herself for everything. I thought about it and cooked a pot of black chicken, yam, red dates and so on with my family.
Soup, Lady Shi, please replenish it."
He clapped his hands and said sincerely.
Two days have passed since they jointly submitted a letter to the Giant Buddha to postpone it. However, Luoyang is far from Jiangzhou and the memorial is still on the way. There has been no response from Luoyang for the time being.
Speaking of which, Ouyang Rong actually wanted to find a chance to say thank you in the past two days, and now is the time.
Rong Zhen's expression was as cold as ever, he shook his head and pushed away the soup can:
"I'm not helping you, I'm just telling you the truth and doing what you need to do."
Ouyang Rong pushed the soup can back without squinting and said seriously:
"This bowl of soup is also a tribute to the official. Well, it is also something that friends and colleagues should do.
"We have known each other for such a long time, and I have great respect for you. I respect you very much for your style. I have no other intention or request for the soup this time. There is no need for you to worry, Ms. Shi. You must accept it. It is important to recuperate.
"Besides, I've already sent it. Lady Shi, please try it. If you don't like it, you can do whatever you want."
After saying that, without waiting for Rong Zhen to refuse again, Ouyang Rong immediately turned around and fled.
When he went out and boarded the carriage, and after driving for a distance, he didn't see Rong Zhen catching up with Huantang, and he was slightly relieved.
Finally dealt with it.
At the same time, Ouyang Rong calmly looked inside at a certain line of blue-gold fonts in the Tower of Merit...
In the rear yard, Rong Zhen stood quietly at the threshold, turning his head to look at the handsome and handsome figure of Chang Shi, who had come all the way to deliver a can of chicken soup early in the morning as he left.
At a certain moment, the tip of her delicate nose twitched and she looked back at the soup can placed on her seat.
Turn around, close the door, return to the house, and open the lid of the can.
Rong Zhen didn't go to get the silver spoon, but suddenly stretched out an index finger and dipped it into the hot and thick chicken soup, not afraid of burning his skin and getting the soup on his fingers.
She took her index finger out of the hot soup, put it in her mouth, and sucked on it.
The little face is a little lost in thought.
This was a habit that my mother developed when she was still alive. She liked to make soup. Every time she opened the pot, she would scoop out the soup with a spoon and taste it to see if it was done. She, who was short, would fold her hands and lie on the stove, using
I secretly dipped my fingers into the soup and tasted it like my mother...
In the simple house, the girl who had not had chicken soup for a long time bit her fingertips and muttered softly:
"Just a little thought..."
She pursed her lips again and sucked her thumb.
The soup in your throat is warm and slightly sweet...