No, gentlemen are also careful Chapter 560: Ice-white jade hairpin and tanlang, female history old friends persuade new ones [Additional update 45, please vote for me!]
Chapter 560: Ice-white jade hairpin and tanlang, female history old friends persuade new ones [Additional update 45, please vote for me!]
Chapter 560: Ice-white jade hairpin and tanlang, female history old friends persuade new ones [Additional update 4/5, please vote for me!]
Ouyang Rong didn't have much impression of his late mother.
As for some kind of feelings, there are some, but not many.
However, just by looking at Zhen Shuyuan's pampering and love for him, we can get a rough idea of the image of this biological mother, which is better than the past.
The original person used to be bedridden all year round. Later, when he was able to get out of bed, he just immersed himself in reading and didn't have much memory of things in the countryside in Nanlong.
In the dining hall, at the dining table, not only Ouyang Rong stopped his bowl and chopsticks to listen,
Ye Weilai, half a girl, and the maids who were waiting on the side or passing by also stopped quietly and pricked up their ears.
"The Zhao family of Nanlong claims to the outside world that their ancestors were some kind of family of high officials in the pre-Qin Dynasty hundreds of years ago. Their ancestors fled here...
"I have always regarded myself as the orthodox descendant of the pre-Qin princes, and I have a long genealogy in the sacrificial hall, which can be traced back to some pre-Qin celebrities...
"Whether it's true or not, the etiquette of the Zhao family in Nanlong is famously strict in the local area, especially for women. They emphasize the three obediences and four virtues, and must abide by the rules of women's ethics... This has also led to many extreme things.
"However, the Zhao family is proud of it. Anyway, it rejects the trend of women's openness coming from the northern capital... In terms of the number of chastity memorials, the Zhao family in Nanlong has the largest number."
Zhen Shuyuan shook her head and continued:
"When girls from the Zhao family marry, they will only marry scholars, never the sons of farmers, not even the sons of merchants, and even less so the sons of military families.
"In the Zhao family, there are many old stubborn people who are very lenient. They attach great importance to family tradition and etiquette, or in other words, the family's face."
Zhen Shuyuan, whose father and brother are both in the military, curled her lips, but after all, she was from a family that respected her sister, so she didn't say it too directly.
After thinking for a while, she nodded again:
"This also makes the Zhao family girls very famous in Nanlong. Although they are far less famous than the famous five surnamed girls in Dazhou, everyone wants to marry her. Not only in Luling, but also in the neighboring states, there are often matchmakers.
"Because almost all of Zhao's daughters are good wives and loving mothers, their hands can only be touched by their husbands in their lives. I heard that before they get married, if they are touched by other men outside the family, they will be chopped off...
"Anyway, it's the kind of thing that lasts forever, and you stay a widow for the rest of your life, and there's never been any messy news.
"Tan Lang, your mother is even more of a role model. Who wouldn't praise her for helping you grow up... I'm so lucky to have such a mother."
Zhen Shuyuan sounded sad, touched the ice-white jade hairpin that Ouyang Rong took out, and said with emotion:
"If you hadn't already got a wife, my aunt would have planned to contact the Zhao family in Nanlong and ask if there was any girl of the right age. It would be easier to marry her directly, wouldn't it?
"But for now, let's forget it. Besides, what happened when you were a child caused a bad relationship between our family and the Zhao family in Nanlong..."
Ouyang Rong asked calmly: "What's the matter? Is it... Xiu Niang?"
Zhen Shuyuan did not answer, but added: "How can Tan Lang be so patient today, after listening to me say so much?"
Ouyang Rong clenched his fist to cover his mouth and coughed:
"It's because I miss people when I see things. By the way, why did my mother die?"
Zhen Shuyuan was silent for a moment and sighed:
"They are already weak and sick, and I have not cultivated themselves well during those years of taking care of you. The Zhao family girls are all thin and slender. Well, in the words of you scholars, they are charming, slender and graceful... which is what you scholars like.
"But it's not always a good thing for women. Sister Zhao's health is not as good as that of Concubine. After all, I come from a military family, and my father and brother are both tall and powerful. Concubine also learned some ancestral marksmanship when she was young, Tan Lang should know.
"When your father just left, the family suddenly lost its backbone, and most of it collapsed. We relied on the clan for support. At that time, I hadn't come to help you, and you were still in your infancy. Sister Zhao supported the whole family by herself. What kind of challenge was it?"
She did all the hard work of water, and later contracted the root cause of the disease...
"Later on, I was plagued by these diseases and died early. In fact, if I may be wrong, rather than being tortured by the disease, it would be better... eh."
Zhen Shuyuan started nagging her when she talked about the past, but Ouyang Rong didn't tire of it.
"Speaking of which, Sister Zhao has always felt guilty. You were weak and sick when you were young, and she always felt that it was her who passed it on to you. However, Tanlang did follow your mother. He has been handsome since he was a child and was liked by the ladies. When he was a child, the aunt in the clan
Aunts all love to hug you..."
With that said, Zhen Shuyuan took the ice-white jade hairpin from Ouyang Rong's hand, stood up, and gently brushed away Ye Weilai, who was tying Ouyang Rong's crown before leaving.
The beautiful woman in the skirt walked behind Ouyang Rong and carefully inserted the ice-white jade hairpin into his crowned hair.
Zhen Shuyuan looked down.
I saw the slender young man in the bronze mirror in front of me, with a face like a jade crown, sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and a crown and hairpin.
"A good young master is like jade, unparalleled in the world..."
The beautiful woman with a mole at the corner of her mouth put her hands on Ouyang Rong's shoulders, bent down, and rested her chin on his shoulders. She stared at the bronze mirror for a while, with a look of longing on her face, and murmured to herself:
"She really looks like her. Tanlang is a man and a woman. You can be as handsome as your mother is, or as weak as you are. But I'm feeling better now. Just wear this white jade hairpin."
"Anyway, this hairpin does not differentiate between men and women.
"Moreover, it is still the daughter of the Zhao family, so it is not convenient to give it to others. The jade bracelet passed down from your family is still kept by your aunt. It will be given to your wife later. Forget about this hairpin. You are wearing it.
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As she talked, she couldn't help but give some nagging advice. That's how elders are. It's good if they can hold their children and talk for a while. Ouyang Rong has long been used to it and doesn't rush him.
"good."
Ouyang Rong nodded gently, and after a while, his voice softened unconsciously:
"Auntie should also take care of her health on weekdays. My mother has passed away, and I can no longer live without my aunt."
"Okay." Zhen Shuyuan nodded, smiled suddenly, and covered her mouth with a handkerchief: "Auntie has to take care of Tan Lang's children, Tan Lang needs to hurry up."
Ouyang Rong coughed, rubbed oil on the soles of his feet, and went out quickly for the above reasons.
After a cup of tea, the carriage heading towards Jiangzhou's lobby was passing through the busy city.
In the carriage, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and rested, raised his hand to touch the ice-white jade hairpin, and murmured something.
The next moment, the sound of a loud bell echoed in my ears.
Immediately, everything fell silent, and even the sounds of the bustling city outside seemed to disappear.
"You are considered to be powerful. Five thousand is enough. It doesn't necessarily mean a peach blossom. It doesn't matter if you broke up with Rong Nv last time. Since it is related to a woman, will it involve my aunt? I have to be careful..."
He nodded and sighed.
There are only more than 1,500 merits left, and the landlord's family has no food left.
At this time.
"Long Ling——"
As he nodded, the pendant on his head collided and made a slight crisp sound, which was very pleasant.
Ouyang Rong was slightly startled...
Not long after, we arrived at the Jiangzhou lobby. As soon as we entered the lobby door, we bumped into Rong Zhen, who had been waiting for a long time.
The female historian asked with all her face covered:
"Are you familiar with Farewell? It's that Prince Xunyang."
Ouyang Rong didn't think twice and replied: "Not familiar."
"Don't worry if you don't know me well. Why does he keep running to Princess Anhui? The funeral of Wei Shaoqi was being held there. The princess is sad. Why is he here?"
"Couldn't it be to replace Brother Wei and comfort the princess? Of course, I'm not familiar with him, so I guess. No, Rong Nushi, do you still care about this? Do you know the princess Anhui very well?"
Ouyang Rong asked calmly:
"So, Princess Anhui is disgusted this time and is complaining in front of you?"
Rong Zhen didn't answer, too lazy to answer. He waved his hand and turned to talk about business.
Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows. In the past, Rong Zhen usually did not mention the relationship between Prince Xunyang's Palace and him, as if he deliberately avoided it. Rong Zhen had no friendship with Prince Xunyang's family and always avoided the Liwei dispute.
The two chatted for a while about the Xunyang Grottoes and learned that there was a convoy transporting the Buddha's head at the West City Gate. Ouyang Rong was all ready, just waiting for Aunt Song to agree to demolish Lin Cheng's mourning hall.
Rong Zhen nodded, said goodbye and left.
But before going out, she glanced at the ice-white jade hairpin on Ouyang Rong's head and asked calmly:
"Who gave it to you again?"
"Ahem, it's my mother's relic."
"It looks good and sounds good."
Rong Zhen stood still, looking at his hairpin and said.
Ouyang Rong smiled and said: "Thank you for the compliment."
Rong Zhen still didn't move, staring at the ice-white jade hairpin for a while. Ouyang Rong kept smiling. After a while, with the sound of "Long Ling", he tilted his head and asked: "Um, is Rong Nu Shi okay? Why don't you leave?
?”
Rong Zhen turned around instantly and strode out.
Ouyang Rong:......
Rong Zhen had a straight face and came to the Xingzi Lake construction site after leaving the Jiangzhou lobby.
She walked into a dimly lit mourning hall with only a solitary lamp.
Lin Cheng's memorial tablet is placed inside the mourning hall, and an old woman with white eyes is offering incense.
Rong Zhen stepped forward and took three sticks of incense to light a cigarette. She stood side by side with the white-eyed old woman with a calm expression, placing the incense while narrating softly;
He first talked about Ouyang Lianghan's arrangements, and then suggested setting off today to escort the Buddha's head to the Xunyang Grottoes... He said "Ouyang Lianghan" one by one.
Mother Song listened silently, neither agreeing nor objecting.
When Rong Zhen turned around, the elderly female Shi suddenly said:
"The first time I met Lin Lang was when he came to Beijing to take the exam. It was raining and his batch of candidates were going to the palace to take the exam. His Majesty asked us to pick them up and enter the palace together... I was also a female officer in Caishang at the time, and she was in the palace.
Many people are afraid of Lao Shen, and his subordinates are also afraid, but...he is not afraid, he just came and held an umbrella for Lao Shen..."
The old woman with white eyes looked calm and was chattering.
Rong Zhen, who stopped in front of the door, asked after listening:
"Then what?"
"Then... there was no then, oh, there was then, and then his child came to the capital... Gui Xin is usually a scholar, but it can only be him... There are some things that I don't want you juniors to go through again."
Nanny Song looked back at the spirit tablet and said softly: "Tear it down. You guys have been able to bear with me for so long. It's already a great honor..."
She suddenly said: "The sachet on your waist is very beautiful."
Rong Zhen paused slightly.
Nanny Song looked back and looked at her with a pair of white eyes:
"I'm not teaching you how to do it. It's just that your master's command is not here. I'll say a few words for her to prevent you from falling into it. But don't worry, I won't gossip about your affairs..."
Rong Zhen suddenly raised his feet and continued to move forward, interrupting her with a cold voice:
"Senior likes it, so I'll give him one as a gift during the Winter Clothes Festival."
Aunt Song paused, watching the cold girl in palace attire walk away, and sighed.
She walked to the sacrificial table, picked up a solitary lamp, and turned to leave. Only one voice echoed to herself in the empty mourning hall:
"You are more stubborn than me."
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