Chapter 532 I owe Mr. Shi a poem (please vote for me)
Chapter 532 I owe Mr. Shi a poem (please vote for me~)
"Why are you leaving so quickly? Are you in a hurry for something?"
"Rong Nu Shi, you dropped your silk silk."
"Rong Nu Shi, hey, Rong Zhen, can you please slow down? I can't walk fast in this outfit. Is everything okay here after the poetry meeting? If everything is okay, I won't follow you. I'm going back to Huaiye Lane..."
Rong Zhen in front suddenly stopped.
The river breeze blew a few strands of black hair on her temples, sticking to the corners of her pink lips.
I don't know if it's because of the slight pout.
The female historian, with a girlish figure, turned sideways and glanced sideways at the young man in blue robes and turban who was chasing after him quickly.
His face was cold.
The distant sky, the setting sun.
The golden afterglow reflected by the sparkling waves on the river gives the pedestrian paths and classical buildings along the river a faint old yellow color, like an old book stained with dust in the attic.
Look at Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen dressed up. It seems that they have just returned from a poetry meeting in Xunyang Tower. They are walking on the bluestone walkway by the river, heading towards Xunyang Ferry.
Ouyang Rong caught up with Rong Zhen.
Rong Zhen didn't say anything, and spread one hand in his direction.
Ouyang Rong handed the crumpled dark green gauze silk into her little hand.
Rong Zhen immediately grabbed the piece of silk back, turned around and continued walking away.
The sky was a little dark, and it was difficult to see the specific faces of other people ten steps away, but the passers-by around him could still roughly understand something.
Some people who came here looked at the pair of chasing young men by the river and gave them a strange look.
Of course they both felt it.
Ouyang Rong immediately covered his mouth and coughed, hesitating in his steps, whether to pursue or not to pursue.
Rong Zhen was even more direct, braking to a stop and looking around at passers-by.
His eyes were cold, as if he were feeling cold.
The majesty of the Cai Shang girl who was raised by one person and surpassed ten thousand people is quite intimidating.
The pace of passers-by around me has obviously accelerated a lot, and they are passing by in a hurry.
I dare not touch the bad luck of this evil little beauty.
Ouyang Rong also took the opportunity to catch up with Rong Zhen.
Whispering quietly:
"Rong Zhen, aren't you angry?"
"Angry, why are you angry? Ouyang Lianghan, I have noticed that you like to talk nonsense recently. Well, you are starting to talk nonsense."
Rong Zhen's tone was surprisingly calm, serious and competitive:
"Remember to call me your job title, and don't call me by my name."
"You said you're not angry. Junior sister was like this before. No matter how unhappy women are, it's exactly the same..."
"What did you say?"
Ouyang Rong, who was muttering quietly, immediately shook his head honestly: "I didn't say anything."
Rong Zhen turned his head and continued to move forward.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at her slender back wearing an elegant and noble skirt.
Just in the afternoon, the two of them went to attend a romantic poetry gathering where pairs were required.
Something is indeed wrong.
A bit too romantic.
The attendees, in addition to being literati, seemed to be bringing their lovers and their wives.
After Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen arrived, they were actually a little embarrassed.
Because I really can’t keep a low profile.
Both of them are handsome and beautiful women. Even Rong Zhen, who looks like a girl, Ouyang Rong has to admit that she is the most stunning among the female relatives of the literati who participated in this romantic poetry meeting.
Not to mention, Rong Zhen is wearing something different today, with a goose-yellow skirt, peach cheeks, pink face, and ladylike makeup... She has changed from the simple and elegant look of the past.
Many people are admiring or peeking at it, how can handsome men and women keep a low profile.
If it's just embarrassing, forget it.
But in the middle of the poem, the organizer of the poetry meeting didn't know if it was because of a brain attack, and held an unexpected small event.
The scribes and men present were asked to each compose a short poem, read it in public, and present it to their female companions.
Of course Ouyang Rong didn't do it. He took Rong Zhen and hid at the back, pretending to be ignorant and ignorant.
The result was that in the end, all the female relatives except Rong Zhen received love poems from their male companions.
Everyone's eyes were directed at the unsociable and shameless person.
Even Rong Zhen beside him.
Her eyes were fixed on him.
That scene was really embarrassing.
But... a real man just wants to compare his face to the city wall.
Ouyang Rong persisted in pretending to be stupid, did not compose a poem, and survived.
Of course, the organizer of the poetry meeting cannot be forced.
But not long after this small session of composing poems for the female family members ended, Rong Zhen turned around and left.
Don’t even wait for the sumptuous dinner later.
At this moment, Ouyang Rong, who had been chasing all the way along the river, followed him a little embarrassedly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't learn enough and made a fool of myself. That occasion was really disappointing." He apologized.
"I don't understand what you said. I'm not angry either."
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but ask: "Then why did you leave before the poetry meeting ended?"
Rong Zhen, who was walking ahead and couldn't see his expression clearly, spoke in a serious tone:
"All the male guests have already composed poems. They don't have the style of Master Die Lianhua. It's a boring poetry meeting. There's no need to wait any longer... Oh, no, not all of them. Ouyang Sima is special and doesn't bother to write."
After a pause, she smiled again: "In other words, Ouyang Sima is the owner of Die Lianhua. I am afraid that he will lose his sense of style. Okay, I understand."
"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't bring my sword today... I'm just kidding, I wish I was, it would be less embarrassing."
Ouyang Rong coughed and said helplessly:
"It's really not interesting to write a limerick. I have a bad habit of striving for the best in everything I do, otherwise I won't do it. The same is true for poetry, so I'm really sorry this time."
"oh."
Rong Zhen nodded and said without changing his expression:
"I understand. It means that this boring poetry meeting can be dealt with for a while, and it's not to the point where I have to worry about it."
Ouyang Rong: "..."
No, you are putting aside your reading comprehension.
He changed the subject:
"Rong Nu Shi is dressed very nicely today. It's the first time I've seen her..."
"Then Ouyang Sima is quite perfunctory."
"Where is the perfunctoriness."
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and looked at his own attire:
"This is a Lan shirt and Confucian scarf. I used to wear it when I was studying in the academy before I was an official. I took it out today. But the disadvantage is that the hem of the shirt is too long and it is troublesome to walk. I have to walk in all directions. I couldn't catch up with you just now.
."
Unexpectedly, Rong Zhen suddenly interrupted: "Where's that sachet?"
Ouyang Rong was stunned and didn't react for a moment; "Sachet?"
Without waiting for him to explain, Rong Zhen suddenly asked:
"Have you been taken away by your junior sister? I haven't seen you since the Winter Clothes Festival. I have already guessed that, hey, she is quite strict with you."
"Not without……"
Rong Zhen interrupted his explanation and said again:
"I heard something from someone. Half a year ago, the Xie family of Chen County publicly stated that although they were not engaged, they appointed you as their son-in-law. Do you also want to marry a female junior sister with the fifth surname?
"
Ouyang Rong nodded and wanted to say something: "Yes, there is such a thing..."
At this moment, the two of them were passing by the dock of Xunyangdu, and a suspicious voice came from a boat waiting to set off:
"Master Ouyang?"
Ouyang Rong looked back and blurted out immediately:
"Miss Qin?"
…
Qin Ying was originally watching the scenery on the deck, and was a little silent before leaving. Unexpectedly, she saw an acquaintance.
Her looking down also fell on the cold little lady next to Ouyang Rong under the boat.
I found that this girl's face was childish and very beautiful. She should be a northerner. She didn't have the soft facial features of a southern lady. Her skin was pale, and I didn't know if it was a little bit bloody. Her facial features were deep and sharp. She was not easy to get along with at first glance.
, in the words of a Taoist priest, it is too fierce and cannot be suppressed.
Qin Ying glanced twice, then looked at Ouyang Lianghan next to her, and sighed slightly.
Things between men and women in this world are sometimes so cruel, with drought leading to death and floods leading to death.
However, Qin Ying, who is also a woman, thought about it carefully and understood why Tan Lang was so popular.
Because most women have a set of screening logic in their subconscious mind.
She subconsciously looked at the man the other women were vying for.
Subconsciously, I feel that it must be a special and scarce resource that can be favored by other women and fiercely compete for it.
It can be regarded as some kind of natural female competition to compete for a strong and outstanding mate.
Qin Ying herself is not immune to the vulgarity. When she was in Luoyang, she had heard of Ouyang Lianghan's name for a long time in the circle of ladies. After coming to Xunyang City, she immediately wanted to see it... Later, it was proved that the name was well-deserved.
Even more unexpected.
Seeing that Ouyang Lianghan and the cold-faced young lady were about to ignore the crossing, Qin Ying came back to her senses and shouted something out of nowhere.
Ouyang Lianghan turned around and saw her.
He seemed to appease the quarrelsome cold-faced young lady and asked her to wait under the boat. He boarded the boat and said hello.
"Where are you going, Miss Qin?"
"Go to the southwest front to visit Aweng. I heard something happened in the military camp a few days ago."
"No wonder."
"Mr. Ouyang, the young lady under the boat is..."
Ouyang Rong immediately explained the relationship between his colleagues.
"Comrades from the Oversight Council... you know."
Qin Ying smiled and nodded, and said something superfluous:
"Young Master Ouyang, don't worry too much. Sister Xie's family should be at the Xunyang Prince's Mansion now. The ship is about to leave. I won't be able to come back to Xunyang City for a while. Even if I come back, I'll probably forget about it. I don't have a good memory.
good."
Ouyang Rong:......
Qin Ying added another sentence:
"Actually, it's okay for a man to be romantic. You have to be responsible, but you have to consider the feelings of the beauty, prioritize them, and handle the relationship between them... But I believe that Mr. Ouyang can handle it well."
At this time, the two people on the deck seemed a little impatient when they saw the cold girl waiting below the boat, and were about to throw up their sleeves and leave.
Qin Ying looked at Ouyang Rong who denied it with half a smile.
"Why don't Mr. Ouyang go down? It's obviously impatient to wait."
After saying this, he was ready to call the boatman and urge him to set sail.
"Miss Qin, wait a moment."
Ouyang Rong suddenly raised his head and called to Qin Ying.
The latter wondered: "What's the matter?"
"I want to ask for something back, but I don't know if it's still with you... Also, do you have pen, ink, paper, and inkstone here..."
Qin Ying's face became more and more curious...
Not long after.
Ouyang Rong stepped off the boat.
I found Rong Zhen who was impatient for a long time and still didn't leave.
"Don't you talk to your lover more about old times?"
"Not a lover, but a friend."
"Ah."
"Truth."
"But this woman seems to have a crush on you."
"How can I see it?"
"intuition."
"I hope Rong Nushi's intuition will be used more in business matters."
Ouyang Rong shook his head helplessly, took out an orange-red sachet that smelled of cinnamon, and placed it on his waist.
Rong Zhen's expression moved: "This is..."
Ouyang Rong nodded seriously:
"Actually, I brought it with me. I was too embarrassed to take it out before. What happened today was indeed my fault and caused Rong Nu Shi to lose face in public. I'm really sorry.
"Okay, I'll give Rong Nu Shi something as a compensation."
He was right, he took off the orange sachet again and handed it out.
Rong Zhen's face was tense and his tone was cold: "Borrow flowers to offer to Buddha? Are you borrowing my own flowers?"
Ouyang Rong said: "You can open it when you go back and see if it's just your flower..."
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Before Ouyang Rong could leave, Rong Zhen snorted coldly, opened the sachet on the spot, took out a folded note from the osmanthus spices, opened the small note and took a look, she was immediately stunned.
"Ow...IOU?" Rong Zhen opened his starry eyes slightly.
Looking at the four big characters on the paper "I owe a poem" and someone's signature written in black and white below, her little face looked a little strange.
Can it still be like this?
"Ahem, I'll pay you back a poem someday, but I owe you first."
Ouyang Rong said calmly and walked away.
This goose-yellow osmanthus sachet was originally given by Hanyi Jie Rongzhen, but later he hid it in his sword box, and then was betrayed by [Craftsman] and questioned by his junior sister.
Fortunately, Miss Qin came to the rescue at that time.
However, he made a mistake and "returned" the orange-red sachet to Qin Ying under the eyes of his junior sister...
By the river, Rong Zhen held the sachet in one hand and the cheeky IOU signed to Ouyang Lianghan in the other. He looked at him with a dazed face as he ran away in a hurry, with a slightly embarrassed back.
It seems that since they met, he can surprise her every time, no matter big or small.
At a certain moment, the cold girl who was staring into the distance in the dark and howling evening wind smiled, and then quickly pressed her lips.
Like a snowdrop blooming on a cliff late at night, it's a pity that no one was lucky enough to witness this unprecedented scene.
Gently putting away the orange sachet, Rong Zhen left with a cold expression.
"Huh, how can it be decent without a proper shape?"
…
Leaving Rong Zhen and coming to a deserted place.
Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.
The little ink spirit in his sleeve jumped out immediately, poked his nose, and solemnly condemned:
"Ouyang Lianghan, why do you write IOUs to people every day? Now it's better to write IOUs to the fairy who owes you money. You don't think you have a long life. You even dare to owe her money. What if you come back to pursue you? Just
Aren't you afraid of missing the point?"
"Maybe you have already suspected it, or you may doubt it later, so you have to write an IOU. This is a delaying tactic to buy time and prevent doubts later."
Ouyang Rong shook his head and analyzed calmly:
"As for the poems I owe, I'll go back and ask Dalang and Liulang to compose one, and I'll hand it over in a few days. It's not my style, as long as she doesn't supervise it on the spot."
"The most scumbag man, bar none!"
At this time, Ouyang Rong suddenly stopped and looked around with a frown.
"What are you looking at? Is there a beautiful little lady? Where is she? Where is she? I want to see it too!"
The little girl in Confucian attire jumped up on Ouyang Rong's shoulder very noisily, imitating him and looking around.
Ouyang Rong didn't answer or look at it. He raised his hand and stuffed Miao Si back into his sleeve, and then pressed down her little head that was trying to struggle out.
After observing for a while and finding nothing, Ouyang Rong quickly turned around and returned to the Huaiye Lane mansion.
Along the way, a purple light flashed briefly in his eyes from time to time. He frowned and murmured at a certain moment:
"New blessing? Why is it at this moment? Strange, how is this triggered?"