Chapter 468 Im really not a scumbag (please vote for me at the beginning of the month!)
"Everything is fine, yes, yes, yes, isn't this meat on a knife?"
Ouyang Rong asked seriously.
Drinking tea, Yan Liulang and Li Dalang exchanged glances. Yan Liulang lowered his head and continued to drink tea honestly. Li Dalang replied in a sincere tone:
"Then Tan Lang, please speak, and we will listen."
"But you don't believe it even if I say it."
"It's not that I don't believe in Tanlang, it's that I don't believe that there are women who can't resist Tanlang's looks. Anyway, I'll definitely have a good impression of you when I meet you. Every time we come to have tea, has the female tea ceremony technician chosen you over and over again?"
Ouyang Rong, who was angry and dissatisfied a second ago, suddenly stopped, and his face showed a thoughtful look:
"That's right. I don't blame them. I'm indeed quite handsome. I'm good at literature and martial arts. I'm very handsome. Plus, with my righteousness, I can ward off all kinds of evil and I'm so majestic. I really don't blame them..."
"..." Li Dalang and Yan Liulang.
Yan Liulang couldn't help but put down his teacup and said:
"Next time Mingfu wants to be praised, just say so. Don't talk about it. We just need to cooperate honestly. There is no need to go around in circles."
"That's right, that's right." Li Dalang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Ouyang Rong clenched his fist to cover his mouth and coughed:
"Anyway, this is a myth, so just stop talking nonsense. I don't care. I want to be aboveboard. But if Rong Nu Shi listens to it...I won't go to you to intercede and atone for your sins."
"Don't worry, Mingfu, no one dares to say it in front of Rong Zhen's daughter, it's not like the old lady drinks arsenic because she thinks she has a long life.
"Moreover, this rumor and gossip is mostly funny. It was passed around privately in the Jiangzhou lobby, but few people really believed it. After all, she is the female officer Caichang. She will return to Luoyang Palace to serve His Majesty in the future.
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"But everyone can see that Rong Zhen's female history and the Ming Dynasty have a good relationship now. I think a certain governor will have trouble sleeping and eating in the past few days."
Yan Liulang comforted Ouyang Rong.
Ouyang Rong sighed: "As long as you understand."
Then he changed the topic and asked Li Dalang:
"I just helped you get rid of Miss Qin, wasn't it too obvious? Miss Qin would definitely not be happy if she noticed it.
"It's just that I didn't realize it this time, but she has done it many times, and she is not stupid, so she will naturally know what you want. When the time comes... Da Lang, you should be prepared to explain it to your uncle and aunt. It will not be a problem if this continues. There must be something
An explanation.”
Li Dalang lowered his head to drink tea. After hearing his friend's advice, he stared at the water swaying in the cup for a while, slowly shook his head and said:
"knew."
"It's good to know. I believe Dalang can handle this matter by himself. But if there is anything that needs to be discussed, don't hold it back. You can talk about it. Aren't friends just for carrying the blame? Don't you think so, Rokuro?
"Hey, on weekdays, everyone eats and drinks from you, and you treat them all. I'm sorry. If something happens, I will give you advice. You don't need to be polite..."
Ouyang Rong said heroically to Li Dalang, and at the same time, he patted the shoulder of Yan Liulang who was stiff.
"Tanlang, I mean, she knows."
Ouyang Rong paused in his words and frowned at him:
"She knew that you were looking for an excuse to run away? How did you know? Did she tell you?"
Li Dalang pursed his lips:
"Because we are all of the same kind and don't want to get married, naturally there is a tacit understanding and even acquiescence in the relationship."
"What's the meaning?"
Li Dalang looked at his puzzled friend and sighed softly:
"I'm not the type she likes either. She should know about my father's and mother's intention of marrying each other, and also about the deliberate matchmaking between A-mei and Miss Xie, but she doesn't necessarily seem to be very active.
"I think maybe it was because Old General Qin told her something that she stayed in Xunyang City and had the patience to come in contact with me, or maybe...
"There were some other interesting things that kept her here. It was just a matter of course that she contacted me to get to know me, and it was also to deal with the instructions of the elders in the family."
Ouyang Rong had already put down the tea cup in his hand. He supported his knees with both hands and straightened his waist. His upper body was slightly leaning forward. He listened carefully with an expression on his face. After listening to Li Dalang's words, he frowned a little;
"Is this what Miss Qin told you?"
"No, but the two of us have been in contact for a lot of time. Do we still need to talk about some things?"
"Uh, is this so mysterious? Can you still be friends with each other?" Ouyang Rong was in awe.
"I can't say that I'm a close friend, but... Tan Lang, although I don't know much about many things as you do, you probably don't have as much experience as I do when it comes to marriage and blind dates." Li Dalang's expression was extremely serious.
"That's true, I don't need to get married." Ouyang Rong admitted with a smile.
The corners of Li Dalang's mouth twitched slightly.
Yan Liulang interrupted and asked: "Is there anyone else of interest or something in Xunyang City? Who and what is this little lady Qin interested in?"
Ouyang Rong also nodded curiously: "Yes, what is she interested in?"
Li Dalang said nothing and looked at a certain friend.
Yan Liulang, who was all ears, suddenly turned his head slightly and glanced at a certain Mingfu.
"Watch what I do?"
Ouyang Rong frowned.
"Wait, I get it."
He suddenly said in a trance:
"It's about the Xunyang Grottoes. The Qin family donated a sum of money for the statue. The Buddha statue they built is right next to the Donglin Giant Buddha. It's a good location and was specially given to the Qin family. Miss Qin recently stayed in Xunyang.
Yangcheng will come to me every few days and bring the stewards of the Qin family business to inquire about the progress of the statues in the Xunyang Grottoes. Well, no wonder this little lady Qin is so concerned..."
Ouyang Rong paused in his words because Yan Liulang and Li Dalang still looked at him with strange eyes and did not speak.
"Is there something on my face?" Ouyang Rong touched his face.
"It's okay." Li Dalang waved his hand.
Yan Liulang sighed and said: "As expected of the Ming Dynasty."
Li Dalang couldn't help but praise: "Liu Lang, what you just said is absolutely right."
"What are you talking about?" Ouyang Rong was dissatisfied: "Can you two stop singing the double act? Just talk, what are you doing in riddles?"
Seeing his two friends drinking tea in loneliness and melancholy, Ouyang Rong had no choice but to change the topic to liven up the atmosphere:
"By the way, Liulang, didn't you say that in the past two days, your mother and your sisters came to Xunyang City to see you? Are you here? If you are here, I will take the time to visit you."
Hearing the words "take a visit", Yan Liulang's expression changed slightly. Under Li Dalang's gloating eyes, he scratched his head and looked a little confused:
"Mingfu, that...that...several of my sisters have already left the government, and the youngest is three years older than me. Mingfu should just forget it and not go see her."
Ouyang Rong: "?"
There is no way to drink this tea. I will treat him as a scumbag and guard against him...
Not long after, after drinking tea, the three of them said goodbye and dispersed.
Two more days passed, but no news came from Luoyang.
Although based on the travel schedule between the two places, the postponement memorial from Ouyang Rong, Li Xian, Rong Zhen and others should have just reached Luoyang yesterday. It will take time for it to ferment, and it will also take several days for the subsequent ripples to rebound.
time.
Even so, for many people in Xunyang City, they still have trouble sleeping and eating, and their heartstrings are tense.
Ouyang Rong was still calm, and his daily duties remained the same. Rong Zhen still often came to him with official business. Ouyang Lianghan almost became a jingle, but she was the only one in the Jiangzhou lobby who could do so openly.
Yelled... The two of them will go to Xunyang Grottoes every other day to keep up with the progress of the statue.
In the afternoon of this day, Ouyang Rong finished handling the matters at hand and saw that nothing happened, so he prepared to return to the Huaiye Lane residence in advance. However, as soon as he left the house, he received news from Prince Xunyang's Mansion.
"What, the junior sister is in seclusion? Is it... the second time to read the book?"
Ouyang Rong was thoughtful, put away the small note, opened the curtain and said:
"Go to Jingyi Court."
"yes."
Soon, Ouyang Rong came to Jingyiting.
Also brought out of the carriage was a long piano-shaped wooden box.
Ouyang Rong carried the box into the house and met Miss Qin who had been waiting for him for a long time in the hall of the main house.
"Miss Qin, how is she doing?"
In the hall, a fat female Taoist priest in a navy blue robe stood up, first looked at Ouyang Rong's concerned expression, and then said:
"In the morning, there was a grand poetry collection under the Kuanglu Mountain Waterfall. It was organized by Her Royal Highness the Little Princess. After Sister Xie and I attended, on the carriage back, Sister Xie suddenly... seemed to have entered some kind of sleepwalking state, and she couldn't wake up no matter how hard she woke up.
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"Then we didn't go to the palace and went back to Jingyi Court. As soon as Sister Xie came back, she went back to the courtyard and locked the door. She seemed to be in seclusion."
Ouyang Rong listened carefully and breathed a sigh of relief:
"It should be another time to look through the book. It's okay. Please don't worry, Miss Qin."
"Looking through the book?" She looked curious.
"Well, how should I put it, it's just... it's a certain state of cultivation. Anyway, it's okay. I'll go take a look. Thank you for your hard work, Miss Qin."
"Easy to do."
After exchanging a few pleasantries with Miss Qin, Ouyang Rong hugged the piano case and immediately went to the elegant boudoir of his junior sister.
There was silence in the boudoir. He raised his hand and pushed open the courtyard door.
"Stop, I drove this road and planted this tree. I want to pass by and leave some money to buy ink!"
A familiar female voice sounded carelessly.
Ouyang Rong's raised foot paused in mid-air.
The door of the main house was locked, and there was no one in the yard in front of him.
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and took a look.
Sure enough, there was a figure of a little girl wearing a Confucian dress at her feet. The little Mo Jing, whom she hadn't seen for many days, was sitting on the threshold, shaking her legs and reaching out to make begging gestures.
Ouyang Rong thought for a moment, picked up her collar, and walked into the yard without squinting.
"Oh, let me go, my Taoist robe is about to be torn off by you, you are so rude...ah, indecent, Ouyang Lianghan, how dare you, you are still outside Xie Yatou's house, others are quietly closing the door,
You, it’s useless for you to be handsome, wuwuwu..."
Ouyang Rong placed the struggling little figure who would rather die than surrender on the stone table, adjusted her sitting position, pointed to the main room, and asked in a low voice:
"What's going on inside?"
Miao Si raised her hand to straighten the messy collar. As Ouyang Rong's face approached, she crossed her arms and leaned back with a wary look on her face. Then she turned her back and straightened the wrinkled skirt, like a quilt.
The delicate little lady who attempted indecent assault.
When Ouyang Rong saw this, the corner of his mouth twitched.
At this time, from the corner of his eye, he happened to see a piano stand in a corner of the boudoir, so he immediately walked over with the piano case in his arms.
He put down the long piano-shaped wooden box, put his palms on the box, and sat down.
Ever since, there was a man with a sword standing quietly outside the house where Xie Lingjiang was "retreating and reading books".
After a while, his eyes turned to the little girl in Confucian attire who turned around after finishing her clothes.
"You, what are you looking at?"
"I'm asking you, how is little junior sister doing now."
"Who are you? I don't know you. I don't know you at all. Look at my memory. Oops, my head hurts so much. I seem to have forgotten everything."
Miao Si tilted his head and said.
Apparently he was resentful of someone's attitude of leaving her alone in Xie Lingjiang's place for days and ignoring her.
Ouyang Rong smiled, nodded, and said "Okay", then took out a Han Lei ink ingot from his sleeve and placed it on the piano table.
"You, what are you doing? Don't even think about bribing this fairy!"
Ouyang Rong shook his finger:
"No, no, no, it's not for the female fairy. I picked it up from the corner of a cabinet in my study. It's not from me, and I don't know who dropped it. If the female fairy knows you and remembers something, remember to tell me.
, after all, our main goal is to find someone who has lost his money, and it must be returned to its original owner."
Miao Si's expression changed slightly, she walked around in place with her hands behind her back, and then walked over silently, looking around for a while, and she walked to the piano table like a little girl.
Finally, a "swish" sound.
The piano stage in front of Ouyang Rong was empty.
A little girl in Confucian attire ran away happily with her short legs holding an ingot of Han Lei in her arms:
"I remember. We know each other. We are familiar with her. I will hand it over to her for you."
Unfortunately, the next second, a blue [Arc] appeared in front of her.
Block the way.
The small body holding the contour ink sticks was frozen in place, unable to move forward.
Ouyang Rong leisurely walked over, grabbed it, and put the ink ingot and him again on the piano stand in front of him.
The two people, one big and one small, started staring at each other.
Before Ouyang Rong could ask again, Miao Si shrank his head, whispered, and explained everything:
"Ouyang Lianghan, Xie Yatou is fine. It's just that the opportunity came and I was reading books in the house. If nothing happens, there is a high chance that I will be promoted to a sixth-grade sage this time. This realm of Confucianism is very interesting..."
Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows and was about to speak.
At this moment, the door of the main room was pushed open from the inside.
Ouyang Rong and Miao Si looked up instantly.
I saw a pretty girl in red dress inside the door of the main house, carrying a book and walking out with her hands behind her back.
Her expression was calm:
"Big brother."
Ouyang Rong rubbed his eyes and suddenly felt that this beautiful figure in red clothes was a little familiar and yet... a little strange.
Familiar because it was obviously no different from when we met the day before yesterday.
What's strange is the pristine eyes and the smooth and clean skirt, which cannot be blown by the wind.
If I had to describe this familiar yet strange feeling, it would be like the first time the two met at Donglin Temple in Dagushan.
Moreover, Ouyang Rong discovered that the junior sister was wearing a bright red dress, but she gave off a sense of calm, her whole aura was restrained and as deep as an abyss.
If the junior sister was like a fiery red peony before, then now she is a quiet and elegant lotus.
But you can watch it from a distance and don’t play with it.
It has a faintly noble and holy aura.
"Little... little junior sister?"
The girl in red dress took a few steps and threw the scroll in her hand. The scroll was as light as a feather. It was blown up by a breeze rising from the ground and just flew into Ouyang Rong's arms.
Ouyang Rong caught it quickly with quick eyes and hands.
There was a wind that turned over the book, causing the yellowed pages of the book to rattle.
At the same time, in the quiet courtyard, amid the sound of books being turned, a faint female voice sounded:
"Senior Brother, I will never read the book again."
"What's the explanation?"
"Act first and know later. Knowing is difficult and doing is easy."