Chapter 573 Rong Zhen: Miss Xie, take a look, this is how Tanlang uses it [Please vote for me]
[Merit: One Thousand Nine Hundred and Ten]...
[Merits: One Thousand Nine Hundred and Eight]...
[Merit: One Thousand Nine Hundred and Six]...
When Ouyang Rong used to secretly treat his junior sister and Rong Nu Shi as doormats and experience packs to earn merit happily,
I never thought that a day like today would come back.
The two kings can't see each other, right?
If two merit experience packages collide together, will a positive result lead to a negative result?
No, buddy, you can get it if you lose a little merit. If you lose so much, do you want to spit out all the things you secretly gained in the past?
And damn, it drops in double even numbers, for two people. It’s really simple and clear.
Buddha also likes to watch... and cares about this?
I can't sit still and wait for death.
At the entrance of the hall, Ouyang Rong secretly tried to pull out his arms, but felt that his arms were clamped and unable to move. He frowned and said:
"Rong Nu Shi, junior sister, is there any misunderstanding..."
"you shut up!"
"Elder brother, don't interrupt!"
Rong Zhen and Xie Lingjiang interrupted by tilting their heads at the same time, as if they had a tacit understanding.
[Merits: one thousand nine hundred and six]...[one thousand nine hundred and two]...[one thousand eight hundred and ninety-eight]...
Ouyang Rong:......?
Seeing that he lost his voice, the two women turned around and looked at each other.
Rong Zhen said coldly: "It seems that Miss Xie has something to discuss with me?"
Xie Lingjiang tilted his head slightly: "I have nothing to talk about with you."
Rong Zhen nodded: "Yes, there is nothing to talk about."
Xie Lingjiang raised his chin: "I'm too lazy to talk to you."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"You know what we're talking about."
"How do I know what you want to talk about?"
"Didn't you come to talk to me first?"
"Okay, let's talk." Rong Zhen nodded high and said in a loud voice.
"Let's talk!" Xie Lingjiang's voice was drawn out and his momentum was not compromised at all.
However, the two people who clearly said they wanted to "talk", after finishing speaking, only looked at each other unblinkingly, but no one opened their mouth to talk.
The air at the entrance of the hall fell into silence again.
At this time, Xie Xue'e stepped forward.
She glanced at Xie Lingjiang, Rong Zhen and others squeezed Ouyang Rong's arm sleeves so tightly that his fingers lost their blood color, and nodded:
"Huanwen, this is the female historian from the palace. What did you say? You must not lose your etiquette."
Saying that, Xie Xue'e raised her hand to cover Xie Lingjiang's clenched pink fist and pulled her hand down.
With one arm freed, Ouyang Rong immediately relaxed and cast a grateful look at his cheap aunt.
It's a pity that Xie Xue'e didn't even look at him. She looked over Ouyang Rong's shoulder, looked at Rong Zhen who was silent and said with a smile:
"Ms. Female Shi, please bear with me. Huanwan has such a competitive temperament. If there is anything serious about her, please don't be surprised. When I talk about her personally, well, etiquette is indispensable. This is the tradition of my Xie family."
After saying that, she took Xie Lingjiang's hand and said sincerely:
"What did Huanwen say so hastily just now? Seriously, Lady Shi is here tonight not for official business, but for private matters? As His Majesty's personal envoy, Lady Shi is here to represent His Majesty's majesty. How can she use a public weapon for private use?"
"And coming here so late must be because of an emergency and I had to come. Otherwise, how could it disturb the Lantern Festival of us people?
"The female historian is definitely not the kind of selfish and rude person who disturbs people's livelihood. Besides, who stipulates that the female historian who has a simple meal and simple meals in the palace and plain clothes cannot wear a new dress during the Lantern Festival? This is not the case.
Tube?
"I can't say, the female historian just changed into a new dress and celebrated the Lantern Festival, but she came here in an emergency. Otherwise, what else could it be? Would the female historian still play such a daughter's petty tricks? Well, next time,
Huanwan, please stop being so impulsive, you don’t have the ability to keep your mouth shut.”
Bu Yao, a noble lady, smiles, is considerate, and gives advice in public.
Xie Lingjiang tightened her pretty face and pouted silently.
Rong Zhen's bare hands, which were originally tightly grasping Ouyang Rong's forearm, loosened their grip and slipped from the cuffs. She silently turned her head and looked straight at Xie Xue'e who was "speaking for her", and her bare hands gradually clenched into fists under her sleeves.
"You are indeed your aunt." The girl in palace clothes suddenly said, staring at her coldly with a pair of clear eyes.
"Ah, is Ms. Shi angry?" Xie Xue'e covered her mouth with her hands in surprise.
But the next moment, Xie Xue'e found that she couldn't move. The pupils of the female history of the Yin Yang family in front of her were as deep and attractive as the abyss, and there was a faint redness in the depths of her eyes.
"You dare!" Xie Ling Jiang Liu's eyebrows were raised, and he took a step forward. His figure flashed in front of his aunt, and a rebuke belonging to a Confucian sage sounded in Xie Xue'e's ears. She suddenly let out a long breath, and suddenly woke up.
The noble lady is well-informed, and of course she knows what she has discovered. Her face showed a hint of anger, "You..."
At this moment, "Okay, E Niang, Huan Huan, please sit down." A solemn and solemn voice came, immediately clearing the tense atmosphere at the door.
Xie Xun spoke. He walked forward, first glanced at his embarrassed disciple, and then turned his eyes to the three women confronting each other. He sighed and said sincerely:
"The same goes for Rong Zhen Nv Shi. You are here as a guest. Please sit down and have some tea. I heard that Lianghan often mentioned you in his letters and said that Rong Zhen Nv Shi helped him a lot in Xunyang City and I am very grateful to you."
Rong Zhen's innocent and beautiful face remained stern and she said nothing. Her only movement was to put her hands behind her back, which were originally hanging down her sleeves. She turned her head and looked at the night view of the garden outside the hall.
Xie Xun turned his head and sighed towards Ouyang Rong:
"Lianghan, Huanwen said in the letter that you were very busy, and I didn't understand it as a teacher. Now I know that there are so many things going on during the Lantern Festival."
"Teacher, it was the students who were neglectful tonight..."
"It's a small thing, it doesn't matter."
Xie Xun interrupted Ouyang Rong's words, stroked his long beard, and continued to speak loudly to Rongzhen:
"Rong Zhennv Shi, let's do this.
"I came to Longcheng in a hurry today and will be leaving in a day or two. I won't be able to stay long.
"But the affairs of the court cannot be delayed. As the chief official, Lianghan has the emperor's mandate, and it is his duty to work hard. We should treat Yourong as such, how can we hold him back?
"How about this? I think what happened at the Xunyang Grottoes is that the real Nv Shi came to invite her alone, and Deputy Supervisor Song was not seen. It must not be too urgent. Liang Han will go with you Nv Shi first to see if it can be solved early, or
See if you can put it away temporarily after processing it.
"Then, how about Rong Zhen's daughter-in-law asking Liang Han to come back early, so that she can drink a bowl of dried dumplings with me, so that our master and apprentice can have a reunion tonight. Well, these dried dumplings are also what Huanwen followed E Niang to the kitchen to learn how to make. Yes, I have been pinching it all afternoon, I and Lianghan still want to take a bite tonight."
Dried balls are similar to the food of Ouyang Rong's glutinous rice balls in his previous life, but in this era, they are also known as "Tang Zhongluo Wan" and "Oil Painting Pearl".
The name of Qianyuan symbolizes the peace and prosperity of the country and the people's expectation of happy reunion in the former Qian Dynasty.
After Rong Zhen listened, he frowned slightly and didn't answer for a while.
"Father, there is no need to be so polite to her... There are also dried balls made for you to eat. If senior brother likes to eat them, let's not make things difficult for him..."
Xie Lingjiang took a step forward, but was stopped by Xie Xun's eyes.
Ouyang Rong nodded immediately:
"No, I just like to eat dried dumplings. I have to eat a bowl with the teacher!"
Then he turned his head and said with a serious face to Rong Zhen:
"Rong Nu Shi, let's go. Go out quickly. After finishing the work, I want to come back to accompany the teacher. I haven't seen you for a long time and I miss you very much."
Rong Zhen pursed her pink lips into a thin line, looked at him for a while, said no more, turned around and went out.
Ouyang Rong took the opportunity to step over to Xie Lingjiang, held her hand, and whispered quickly:
"If you like sweet things, little junior sister, prepare some white sugar sand. It tastes best when dipped in dried balls. When I come back, I will teach you how to eat it. By the way, put it away..."
Xie Ling Jiang Xing glanced at his senior brother.
Ouyang Rong quickly took out a small ink stick from his sleeve and stuffed it into Xie Lingjiang's hand.
It is the original ink ingot of a certain little ink spirit.
I just heard the two girls quarreling, one of them was upset, and the little Mo Jing almost died laughing.
But Miaosi was timid after all. The money-poor fairy was outside and didn't dare to be too presumptuous. She just quietly transformed back into her true form.
Ouyang Rongsan smiled and went out, and Pei Shisanniang followed him honestly.
Xie Xue'e stood beside Xie Lingjiang, taking in all the awkward little moves of the two juniors.
Turning her head to look at her brother who was stroking his beard calmly, she suddenly turned her eyes sideways to Wang Caozhi, who had suppressed his blush the whole time, and said calmly:
"You go too, you have a share in the Xunyang Grottoes. Please accompany Lianghan and help our female historian handle the problem."
"Yes Yes."
Wang Caozhi understood instantly.
"Whoosh" went out, followed Ouyang Rong and others, and walked away together.
In the hall, only Xie Xun, Xie Lingjiang and Xie Xue'e were left.
Xie Xun and Xie Xue'e looked at each other with helpless eyes.
Xie Lingjiang stood alone, his eyes lowered, and after a moment, he murmured:
"Why didn't father discuss the reward with his daughter?"
The sentence without beginning or end made Xie Xun's face change slightly.
The old father couldn't answer, but Xie's noble daughter's head had been buried deep in her chest for some time.
Xie Xun felt guilty, turned around and coughed twice.
Xie Xue'e stepped forward and gently patted the round shoulder of her frowning niece:
"What kind of anger does Huanwan have with a palace official? The more times this happens, the more generous you must be."
"Auntie, it was she who put on a bad face first and took the initiative to get in front of me and make me an eyesore." She widened her almond-shaped eyes slightly and puffed out her cheeks.
"Then you have to hold back, at least be gentle and tolerant towards him. You can express your dissatisfaction a little and let him coax you, but you must not always put on a bad face, men don't like it.
"You have to let him know that if you admit your mistake softly and coax him with your heart, he can be coaxed, and then you can talk about other things. Do you understand? All men fall for this trick..."
Xie Xue'e leaned against her reddish little ears and bit her ears to teach.
Xie Xun had already walked aside.
Xie Lingjiang muttered in a low voice: "Auntie, was I so cruel to him just now?"
"Um...it's okay. In fact, at times like this, you need to make a clear statement."
"Then he doesn't know what the female historian is thinking and why I'm angry, right?"
"I'm not sure, men all like to pretend to be confused, but some are really stupid, like a piece of wood... But the better the man is, the more women he will fight for. If there are no women to fight for, you should reflect on whether you have misjudged your lover.
." Xie Xue'e pointed out.
Xie Lingjiang lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked curiously:
"My aunt taught me this way, is it the same with my uncle?"
Xie Xue'e didn't even raise her eyebrows: "He dares."
Xie Lingjiang:……
…
"Where to go?"
"Xunyang Grottoes, where else would we go? Do you really think that I have nothing to do and came here to find you?"
Ouyang Rong got on the carriage and asked casually. Rong Zhen, who was sitting in the carriage waiting, answered coldly.
Ouyang Rong nodded: "Well, that's true. Remember that Rong Nushi usually doesn't come to Prince Xunyang's Mansion unless necessary."
"As long as you know."
Rong Zhen opened the car curtain, glanced at Wang Caozhi who was following the convoy, frowned slightly, and then quickly let go.
Tonight the curfew is lifted, the Lantern Festival market is noisy and bustling, in Xingzifang, people are rubbing shoulders, horses and sedan chairs are vying for the road, and the motorcade is passing by non-stop, leisurely passing through the West City Gate and heading towards the Xunyang Grottoes.
Wang Caozhi and Pei Shisanniang rode in a carriage together.
Both carriages are somewhat similar, with a quiet atmosphere.
Rong Zhen didn't want to pay attention to him, and Ouyang Rong closed his eyes to rest.
Wang Caozhi stared at the night scene outside the car intently, without looking at the woman next to his brother-in-law.
Pei Shisanniang didn't look at him much.
We arrived at Xunyang Grottoes without saying anything.
The matter of Rong Zhen coming to Ouyang Rong is a difficult problem regarding the placement of the Buddha's head. Is it big or small?
Jiangzhou is located in the south and has a humid climate. The Buddha's head has always been placed in the wild and is prone to rust and moisture. It requires experienced people to advise on how to place it.
Ouyang Rong has gone deep into the grassroots level of Longcheng and is proficient in it.
Half an hour later, it was properly handled.
Ouyang Rong raised his head and looked at the night. The moon was in the middle of the sky, probably around nine or ten o'clock in the evening.
There should still be enough time.
"Isn't she still waiting?" He muttered, and immediately left, taking Wang Caozhi and Pei Sanniang back to Xunyang City.
Rong Zhen followed.
"Ms. Shi, what is this?"
"Go back and rest, on the way."
"All right."
Everyone returned and passed through the west city gate.
Ouyang Rong sent Pei Shisanniang away first.
Wang Caozhi originally went back to the palace on the same way, but was offended by the look in the female historian's eyes, so he took the initiative to resign and stayed away for the time being. The carriage hung far behind, which was within the range that the female historian could barely accept.
On Lantern Festival night, the streets were congested, so the two had to get off the carriage and walk through the lively streets.
The surroundings were filled with festive vendors selling goods and people with their whole families going out to enjoy the lanterns.
Halfway through, Ouyang Rong found that Rong Zhen had no intention of leaving at all.
"Why hasn't Rong Nu Shi left yet? Isn't that the way back to the Overwatch Council?"
"Why, chase me away?"
"No."
"I have changed my residence and have to go forward for a while. We are going the same way..."
"All right."
"Are you hungry?" Rong Zhen asked suddenly.
Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment and turned to look at her.
"What are you thinking about? I still owe you a meal. I'm too lazy to delay it any longer. I'll pay you back tonight. Come with me."
Rong Zhen moved forward without looking back, with an impatient tone as if he was tired of being stupid.
Only then did Ouyang Rong remember that he did indeed owe a meal, but he hadn't mentioned it for a long time and had forgotten about it... so he had to follow him honestly.
Unknowingly or not, Rong Zhen invited Ouyang Rong to eat dried rice balls. They each ordered a bowl and ate quietly under the fireworks. A certain female historian put down the bowl and went to pay.
The two of them left the restaurant together and walked out of the door. The evening breeze blew and their sleeves were flying.
"Long Ling——" The ice-white jade hairpin on Ouyang Rong's hair crown made a crisp sound. Rong Zhen didn't turn his head or squint. He walked forward for a while and suddenly said:
"If you insist on changing...it's not impossible."
"Ah, what to change?" Ouyang Rong looked confused.
The girl in palace clothes under the dim lamp seemed to be flushed. She took two steps forward quickly. She suddenly turned around and turned left towards a busy street lined with lanterns.
"Why are Rong Nu Shi going?"
Ouyang Rongqi asked.
She shook her head to him, and her tone was solemn:
"Go over and take a look. There are so many people around. Maybe an accident happened. Let's go over and take a look, just in case."
Ouyang Rong:......
He frowned and muttered: "How about we stop meddling in other people's business and go back early. The patrol officers will handle it."
"How did you become a parent official and turn a blind eye? What if there are rebels hiding and endangering public order? Come quickly."
Rong Zhen scolded him with a straight face and kept walking, insisting on pulling him in that direction.
Ouyang Rong looked from a distance, and there happened to be a food street where lions and dragons were dancing and people were enjoying lanterns. It seemed that many couples and their families had gathered...
"Why would the rebels run to a place like this when they have nothing to do..." He was confused.
"You are not a rebel, how can you know their thoughts?"
"..." That's right, it makes sense.
Ouyang Rong tried to ask: "Ms. Shi, are you talking about...the owner of Dielianhua who is suspected of being lustful, despicable and shameless?"
"Uh-huh."
Rong Zhen didn't look back and his steps were a little hasty. Ouyang Rong had no choice but to shut up and keep up...
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PS: I beg for a monthly ticket in the middle of the month! or2