Chapter 585 Princess Chunshan [Please vote for me!]
Wei Anhui actually doesn't stand out among the crowd.
The round face is like the rising full moon, with a bit of childishness and innocence.
Her skin is fair, with a healthy luster, and the faint blush that occasionally appears on her cheeks is like the peach blossoms blooming in spring, gentle and yet full of vitality.
Although the eyes are not big, they are bright and lively, shining with curiosity and goodwill. The bridge of the nose is not high, but the lines are soft and blend harmoniously with the contours of the entire face.
When talking to Ouyang Rong, whom she met by chance at Xunyang Grottoes, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she always wore a shallow smile, which made people feel cordial and warm.
An ordinary little lady with a round face and a weak and simple temperament.
This was the first impression he had on Ouyang Rong.
"Sister Ouyang, do you have time later? Don't leave in a hurry?"
Ouyang Rong, accompanied by Rong Zhen, held rosary beads in his hands and walked over to say hello to Aunt Song.
Mother Song's main attention was obviously on the gentle little princess. She didn't pay much attention to Ouyang Rong who intervened to listen, and just agreed casually.
Ouyang Rong listened calmly for a while. Wei Anhui, who was comforting the old woman with white eyes, suddenly turned his head and asked him curiously.
"There is no hurry to leave, but I will return to the city later and have some official business to attend to."
Ouyang Rong smiled.
Wei Anhui happily took out a small booklet from his sleeve and said with some confusion:
"I am going back to the city later. I wonder if I can go with Bachelor Ouyang. I would like to ask you some questions about the rhythm of poetry. I may be a bit presumptuous, but I really like your poem "The Case of the Blue Jade on New Year's Eve..."
Ouyang Rong smiled sheepishly: "I'm sorry, Princess, don't listen to the rumors outside, this word..."
Wei Anhui looked at Ouyang Rong with his eyes rolled up and whispered:
"But I heard Mr. Su Fuxing say that this word was written by you...Scholar Ouyang is indeed as open-minded as he said, and indifferent to fame and wealth."
Ouyang Rong:......
"snort."
He didn't look back, but heard a cold snort from a girl beside him.
Rong Nushi cast a look that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.
And you said it wasn’t written by your kid?
Ouyang Rong coughed and was about to speak when Rong Zhen said first:
"Ouyang Sima, you happen to be traveling on the same road as the princess. Why not go back to the city together and protect the princess's safety on the road."
"That's right, just right." Nanny Song also nodded in agreement.
I saw the three women looking at me.
Ouyang Rong looked at Wei Anhui's expectant expression and nodded gently:
"Okay. When the princess is about to set off later, please call me."
"There is Bachelor Lao Ouyang."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand, said goodbye, turned around, and left temporarily, preparing to go to inspect the Giant Buddha with Rong Zhen.
After walking a few steps, he faintly heard some fragments of the conversation between guard An Hui and Aunt Song.
"Deputy Superintendent Song is sending my condolences... This is also the meaning of the letter from my father... Let the little girl stay temporarily at the Donglin Giant Buddha to burn incense and pray to the Buddha for the third brother and Mr. Lin..."
Ouyang Rong looked back and saw Wei Anhui comforting the old woman with white eyes in a broad voice.
Facing this considerate and caring young princess who was her beloved disciple's former fiancée, Nanny Song's originally fierce expression in front of others softened a little, she patted the back of Wei Anhui's hand, sighed and nodded.
"What are you looking at?"
Rong Zhen, who was moving forward in his sleeves, suddenly asked.
"nothing."
Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze and walked forward calmly.
Rong Zhen said softly:
"Princess Anhui is also a believer in Buddhism. This time she came to ask Deputy Superintendent Song Zheng for some old clothes from Lin Cheng's time, and brought them to the temple to set up a memorial tablet for long-term commemoration."
"She is really interested. Deputy Superintendent Song's attitude in front of her is quite different from that in front of us."
"Of course, who wouldn't like Princess Anhui's temperament?"
Rong Zhen wore his usual cold expression and said calmly:
"What's more, she is still engaged to Lin Cheng. Deputy Supervisor Song Zheng has no relatives and has always regarded his disciple Lin Cheng as his own. When Lin Cheng died, Princess Anhui could not forget her friendship and condescend to her. She often came to visit.
How can Deputy Supervisor Song not be soft-hearted?"
Ouyang Rong smiled: "What a true love in this world."
"Why do I feel like your tone is weird?"
"It's just a feeling."
…
"What, is Academician Ouyang saying that the phrase 'People are searching for him thousands of times...' actually does not have the messy and profound meaning spread outside?"
"Absolutely. Many times, the person who writes the lyrics doesn't think as much as the person who appreciates the lyrics. This kind of behavior is commonly known as brain-filling."
"Puch. Then why don't Bachelor Ouyang explain it?"
"Why should I explain it? Whether it is a poem or an article, the moment it is born, it no longer belongs to the poet and author. The various appreciations of it by all kinds of people in the world, regardless of praise or criticism, have formed a part of it, which can be regarded as two
Let's create it again, the original author has no right to stop it..."
"I have never heard of this statement, but I think it contains profound truth... I see. Thank you, Bachelor Ouyang, for clarifying my doubts."
"Your Majesty, you're welcome."
On the official road to Xunyang City, there were two carriages driving one behind the other.
One is the car of Princess Anhui, and the other is the carriage driven by Ali.
But at this moment, the carriage driven by Ali was empty, and Ouyang Rong was in Princess Anhui's car to help answer questions.
The curtains on all sides of the princess's car were pulled up, seemingly in the open air. This was a routine way to avoid suspicion.
Soon, the convoy arrived at the West Gate.
Wei Anhui also wanted to ask more questions about "Shi Shuo" and "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" which were famous in the capital, but Ouyang Rong politely declined.
"Let's talk next time we have a chance."
Seeing the somewhat disappointed expression on Wei Anhui's face, Ouyang Rong smiled and consoled him.
"Well, I benefited a lot from Bachelor Ouyang's teachings today."
Wei Anhui straightened his back and made a disciple's salute.
"You are welcome."
Ouyang Rongxu helped.
The two carriages parted ways on the street at the West Gate.
Ouyang Rong stood at the street corner, quietly watching Wei Anhui's car gradually go away.
There is still the lingering sound of the crisp wooden fish sound in my ears.
Ouyang Rong restrained his expression and frowned slightly.
Turn around and prepare to leave.
At this time, from the corner of his eye, he saw a rather familiar figure on the teahouse next to him.
It seems that he didn't expect Ouyang Rong to look at him and couldn't avoid him.
"Dalang?"
Li Dalang, who was drinking tea upstairs, suddenly showed an embarrassed smile.
…
"How long have you been waiting, Dalang?"
"How long have you been waiting?"
Ouyang Rong boarded the teahouse, sat down opposite Li Dalang, bent down, poured a cup of tea by himself, and asked without raising his eyelids.
Li Dalang scratched his head with his palms, his face confused.
Ouyang Rong curled his lips, blew the tea leaves on the hot water, and then said softly:
"How long have you been waiting for her here?"
"What are you talking about, Tanlang? I just happened to be on duty at the lobby of Jiangzhou. Today I have some official duties from Jiangzhou. After I came back, I passed by the market and felt a little thirsty. I went upstairs to have a sip of tea."
"Oh, okay." Ouyang Rong nodded.
Seeing his friend lowering his head to sip tea in silence, Li Dalang remained sitting upright and asked solemnly:
"What about Tanlang, where are you coming from?"
"Invited by a beautiful lady, I'm going to the countryside." Ouyang Rong opened his mouth and came.
Li Dalang suddenly stared: "Which beauty?"
Ouyang Rong smiled and looked up: "Which beauty are you waiting for?"
Li Dalang subconsciously asked anxiously: "Did Tan Lang go to the countryside with Wei Anhui? How did you get together? She went out of the city in the afternoon and came alone..."
Ouyang Rong said nothing and looked at him with a half-smiling expression.
Li Dalang was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he had been tricked, and his old face suddenly turned red.
Ouyang Rong put down his tea cup, shook his head, and told the truth about what happened in the afternoon:
"...So we happened to be at Xunyang Grottoes, so we came back together."
"I see."
Li Dalang breathed a sigh of relief and became energetic again after a while:
"Tan Lang, what am I talking about? Wei Anhui likes your poems very much, right? I'm not just pretending..."
Ouyang Rong didn't answer and asked curiously: "Did Dalang really believe it just now?"
Li Dalang choked and looked at Ouyang Rong with a sad look in his eyes: "It's hard for anyone to stay calm, okay? Who makes Tan Lang so handsome and talented..."
Ouyang Rong said with a straight face: "But I am pure love. It doesn't matter if you don't believe them. You don't believe me."
Li Dalang nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, okay. One pure one is pure, two pure ones are pure, there is no delay."
Ouyang Rong: "...?"
Before he could speak, Li Dalang closed the lid of the tea and asked with a lively face:
"Tan Lang, what do you think of her after you have gotten along together? I'm not lying to you. She does not have any ill intentions towards us. She is not like those Wei children at all..."
Ouyang Rong suddenly interrupted: "I don't think so. By the way, Wei Shaoqi's ashes were sent away a few days ago. She stayed in Xunyang City temporarily, saying she wanted to pay homage to Buddha and pray for blessings. Do you know about this?"
"I know." Li Dalang nodded vigorously.
"Okay." Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and asked, "Then from now on, Da Lang had better not go looking for her again. Don't have any pre-prepared chance encounters like today. Da Lang understands."
"Why is this? Wait, Tanlang, I don't have anything today..."
Ouyang Rong stood up and patted his sleeves:
"Whether there is or not, forget it before. Now Wei suddenly leaves her in Jiangzhou. It doesn't look like she is here to enjoy the mountains and rivers."
Li Dalang couldn't help but ask:
"But haven't you and A-mei analyzed that there are also differences within the Wei family? Compared with King Wei who has always dreamed of an imperial heir, Prince Liang's Palace is relatively conservative and prudent, and Wei Anhui happens to be a female dependent of Prince Liang's Palace."
Ouyang Rong nodded lightly:
"According to our previous situation analysis, there are differences within the Wei family. The Donglin Giant Buddha now needs to rely on us to repair it. The Wei family does not dare to deal with us and harm you and the prince for the time being."
He paused for a moment, and indeed hesitantly uttered a "but":
"But Dalang, don't forget that the Wei family used the king's token to pretend to be a messenger to trick us out of the city. At that time, we didn't expect that they would dare to come like this, so we should never put our hope in the kindness of our opponents.
"Another lesson is that Jiangzhou is too far away from Shendu, and it takes time for every change in Shendu to reach Jiangzhou. We have to be wary of the Wei family or other potential opponents trying to play time and information gaps with us.
"In fact, this is why we are trying our best to return to the capital of God. The closer we are to the center of power, the smaller the information gap and the more opportunities there are."
"I know, Tan Lang..." Li Dalang asked with a sad face: "Then... can I take a look from a distance..."
"No, Dalang, are you really in love?"
"No, I'm just curious and want to see what she is doing every day."
Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes at Li Dalang for a while, put down his tea cup, turned around and went downstairs, leaving only one sentence:
"Dalang, don't forget how her two cousins and fiancé died. Let's call her a good person now, but no matter how kind a rabbit is, there will be a day when the elders tell the wolf that the wolf is a natural enemy. Hatred can be relied on blood.
It is said that it is like this in ancient and modern times."
Li Dalang fell into silence.
Leaving behind his friend who was bowing his head in thought, Ouyang Rong went downstairs.
He returned to the Huaiye Lane mansion with a calm expression.
Entering Yin Bing Zhai, Ye Weilai was tiptoeing under the clothesline in the courtyard to collect clothes. She turned around and said:
"Tanlang, here is your letter. Miss Xie sent it this afternoon and placed it on your desk."
"Oh?" Ouyang Rong walked to the desk, picked up the new letter, and glanced at the wax seal.
It was a reply from Huang Xuan from Maoshan in Shangqing.
"Xiaoxuan is so fast."
Ouyang Rong immediately opened the envelope, lowered his head and took a closer look...