Chapter 598 Li Guoer: Come over if you have the guts? [Please vote for me!]
Chapter 598 Li Guoer: If you have the guts... come over? [Please vote for me!]
afternoon.
Xunyang Prince's Mansion, Meiyingzhai.
The courtyard entrance.
"Master Ouyang?"
When Li Guoer's personal maid Cai Shou opened the door and saw Ouyang Rong, she was holding a stick similar to a feather duster in her hand.
The two looked at each other.
There was silence at the door for a while, and Cai Shou weakly pointed in the direction of the next door with the stick in her hand.
"Mr. Ouyang, Miss Xie's yard is next door. I wonder if she is at home..."
"oh."
Ouyang Rong simply responded, looking over the shoulder of the bun-faced maid and looking into the yard:
"Is Her Royal Highness the Princess here? Are you still taking a nap? You can wait for a while..."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly felt a soft object hit his ankle. He looked down and his face was stunned.
It was a furry, snow-white civet cat with black stripes at the corner of its mouth. It seemed to be slightly lame. When Cai Shou opened the door, it jumped out of the threshold and was rubbing its kitten face on his trouser leg.
"Meow~"
Sometimes a cat's meow is as tender as a baby, soft and milky, making people want to love it.
"Hey." Cai Shou hooked the snow-white civet cat with the stick in her hand, trying to lure it aside.
Unfortunately, the snow-white civet cat ignored her, facing her buttocks, rubbing its little face against Ouyang Rong's heels repeatedly and meowing, making him itch.
Only then did Ouyang Rong realize that what Cai Shou was holding turned out to be a cat teasing stick.
Seeing that the cat teasing stick was not as useful as a man's trouser legs, the little maid with a bun face couldn't help but widen her almond-shaped eyes and looked at the cat teasing stick several times, as if she suspected it was fake.
Cai Shou threw the cat teasing stick aside, and with a "swish", she quickly squatted down and picked up the snow-white civet cat. She nodded.
"Oh, it turns out we are looking for the young lady. Mr. Ouyang, please come in. I will go and call the young lady. The young lady is not asleep yet. She is studying in the study..."
"Meow~" The snow-white civet cat jumped into the air with its big blue eyes looking innocently at Ouyang Rong.
Cai Shou picked up the snow-white civet cat and ran back to the door.
In front of the door, Ouyang Rong laughed and touched the pear wood box in his sleeve.
He stepped inside and followed the cat and girl in front of him.
…
Li Guo'er walked down the Zhulou, wearing a men's scholar's Confucian shirt that looked wide and loose.
Come to the court.
Her first reaction when she saw Ouyang Rong was similar to Cai Shou who had just teased the cat.
He tilted his head and looked in the direction behind Ouyang Rong.
"Um, what are you looking at, Your Highness?"
Li Guo'er withdrew her eyes from all around and asked him sideways:
"Sister Xie didn't come?"
"I just passed by Yi Lanxuan. She was taking a lunch break, so I didn't disturb her."
"Then why does Mr. Ouyang want to disturb me today?"
As expected of Li Guoer, she is full of yin and yang when she opens her mouth.
"There is a little thing bothering the princess."
At this time, in a corner of the courtyard, Cai Shou, who was staring at the snow-white civet cat with big eyes and small eyes, seemed to have thought of something, hugged the cat and ran to Zhulou.
Only Ouyang Rong and Li Guo'er were left in the court.
The floor in the courtyard was very clean. When Ouyang Rong came in, Cai Shou asked him to change into a pair of cloth shoes.
At the moment, he saw Her Royal Highness the Princess walking in the courtyard with her bare feet wrapped in white socks.
Li Bao'er has a slender neck, graceful clavicle lines, straight shoulders and a thin back, plus long and slender thighs. Although her figure is not plump, her waist-to-hip ratio is excellent. She is a natural clothes hanger... so she is barefoot and white stockings.
Wearing a men's Confucian shirt, he is more elegant and heroic than a man, adding a touch of elegance and nobility.
The two looked at each other and were about to speak when a snow-white civet cat came back and jumped several times before returning to the two of them.
It curiously circled Ouyang Rong twice, then continued to step forward and rub his heels. During this period, its furry little head was raised from time to time, and a pair of bright blue eyes curiously looked at Ouyang Rong who lowered his head to look at it.
Not far away, at the window on the second floor of the Zhu Tower, a certain little maid with a steamed bun was looking a little anxious.
Li Baoer waved his hand in the air and signaled.
The colorful ribbon disappeared out of the window, leaving behind the snow-white civet cat.
"Don't be afraid, it's called Butterfly Slave. It used to be naughty, but now it's docile and doesn't dare to bite. This thing..."
Seeing Ouyang Rong standing still and not sitting down, Li Guo'er thought that he was frightened by a relatively rare beast of this era. Many previous guests had encountered this kind of embarrassment.
She shook her head and stepped forward to hug the cat.
Suddenly, Li Guo'er found Ouyang Rong squatting down, stroking the cat's head, holding his two fingers together, and scratched the butterfly slave's chin for a while, and scratched the base of the ears for a while.
"Gulu gulu~" The butterfly-lover slave was so comfortable that she narrowed her eyes.
One set of moves seems to be more skillful than hers.
"The title of Butterfly Slave doesn't sound good. It's too literary and boring."
When Li Guo'er heard it, a calm tone came from the direction of Ouyang Rong, who was lowering his head and smiling softly while petting the cat.
"What should it be called?"
Seeing his enthusiasm in petting the cat, Li Bao'er also stepped forward and squatted down to pet the cat together.
"Male or female."
"male."
When Ouyang Rong heard this, he lowered his head and pinched his fingers in a formal manner. After a while, he raised his head and said seriously:
"Have the guts."
"What's the seed?"
"It's called seed."
Li Guo'er was curious: "Have the seed? What do you mean?"
Ouyang Rong nodded:
"If you have the guts, come here. Didn't it respond when Miss Cai Shou called it over just now? If you change its name, I promise to be obedient in the future."
"..."
The atmosphere was silent for a while, and Li Guoer's face was expressionless:
"It is a palace cat and has been castrated a long time ago."
"Then it should be called me. I don't say I like it, but I definitely miss this name."
"Nonsense."
Li Baoer pressed the corners of his lips and stretched his face hard.
Ouyang Rong was incomprehensible and smiled without saying a word.
The two of them were surrounding the cat, talking to each other.
It seemed that he had forgotten what he was going to do today, and his attention fell on the cat for a while.
Moreover, this time it was rare for him to have a good conversation without any yin and yang.
"Why is it so clingy to you? I don't see it this strong on weekdays."
After a while, Li Guoer asked with a slight frown.
"Do you have anything on you..."
Before he finished asking, Ouyang Rong took out a ball of light pink handkerchief from his arms, spread it out, twisted a piece of fragile square pastry between his fingers, and handed it to "Youzhong"'s mouth.
In the next moment, the Taoshouzhai pastry between his fingers disappeared, leaving no trace left.
"Meow meow~"
He felt a furry little cat's head begin to rub against his heel passionately.
Ouyang Rong held the cake in his hand, stood up, and said with a smile:
"As expected of you, you are really talented."
Li Guo'er frowned: "It doesn't sound good, so it's better to be a butterfly slave."
Ouyang Rong ignored him and started walking around in the yard, teasing the kitten. Every few steps he would throw a pastry behind him, and from time to time he would laugh and say, "Come here if you dare."
The snow-white civet cat limped and followed Ouyang Rong obediently. In Li Guo'er's eyes, he was just like the number one loser.
Her expression changes, which is a bit exciting.
Obviously not long ago, she was a rich and aloof kitten that she carefully cultivated and often took to parties to show off.
Li Bao'er's harsh tone came from not far away:
"Ouyang Lianghan, don't feed him anything too sweet, or he will get fat."
"No wonder it ran out as soon as I opened the door. If I had the guts, I would run away and not give him anything sweet. It doesn't matter that you don't want to eat from Meiyingzhai. You might as well forage for your own food."
"I do it for its own good. If you eat too much, you will get fat, and various diseases will come one after another. This is the experience passed down by Aunt Luoyang. You need to control your food intake..."
Li Guo'er was making a lot of theories, and as he spoke, he came over and without any refusal picked up the snow-white civet cat that was eating enthusiastically at Ouyang Rong's feet.
Ouyang Rong shrugged slightly and put away his handkerchief.
Li Bao'er covered the eyes of the kitten in his arms with his palm, preventing it from looking at it, as if he was afraid that it would learn bad habits from someone.
She glanced at the handkerchief Ouyang Rong put in his arms and asked lightly:
"You carry this handkerchief and pastries with you. Which lady gave them to you? Is this the same lady who gave you the jade hairpin before?"
Ouyang Rong turned a deaf ear and took out the pear wood box.
"There is a good thing that I would like to share with Her Majesty the Princess."
"A hairpin again?"
"Uh, no."
"What is that?" Li Guo'er doubted: "You have good things and can you still think of me?"
Ouyang Rong didn't answer, but took out a silk book from the box and handed it out with a smile.
Li Guoer took it suspiciously, opened it and took a look.
Holding a silk book in her hands, the expression on her face was frowning at first, then confused, and finally she frowned in surprise.
"Hey, Tao Qian's "Peach Blossom Spring" is authentic? Where did you get this from?"
"What is deception? It's so unpleasant to hear. It's a treasure in the family of Yuan Changshi."
"That's right, that's right. You got it from his house, right? Let me watch it for two days."
Li Guo'er nodded with satisfaction and looked at Ouyang Rong more, and his impression seemed to have changed a lot.
Seeing her accepting the silk book unceremoniously, he couldn't help but remind her:
"You still have to pay it back to others."
"I know, I know."
Li Guo'er seemed to be in a good mood, waving her little hand and saying:
"Tell me what you have to ask for. As long as it's not an inappropriate request like last time, I can consider it."
"Your Highness the Princess is joking."
Ouyang Rong cleared his throat and said in a serious tone:
"The dream that Your Highness had last time has always been unforgettable to me. I went back and thought about it, and I feel that I have an obligation to cooperate with Your Highness to find the bright moon."
Li Guoer was dubious: "Are you really so kind?"
"That's not true." Ouyang Rong said righteously: "I feel that the so-called hidden dragon coming out with the bright moon in its mouth should be something related to the bright moon. The thing closest to the bright moon should be poetry."
"So?" Li Guo'er looked at him intently.
"So I have brought some poems about the bright moon with me. They are all inspired works for Your Highness to browse and see if His Highness can find the bright moon in his dream and get inspired."
Li Guo'er thought for a while and said, "Actually, I don't know what kind of commotion it will cause after getting the bright moon held by the hidden dragon."
"It's okay." Ouyang Rong said with thick eyebrows and big eyes: "As long as you are not flying on some hidden dragon."
Ouyang Rong took out a few poem manuscripts and handed them to Li Guo'er, and said casually:
"By the way, Your Highness Princess, can you lend me the manuscript of "The Sapphire Case: Yuanxi" that I gave you last time on Lantern Festival, so that I can come back and get "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" so that we can exchange it..."
Ouyang Rong's words suddenly stalled because Li Guo'er in front of him didn't know when he started to stop and looked at him with a half-smiling look.
"Have you met Tu Qiong Dagger?" Li Guo'er asked leisurely, "Is this the real purpose of your trip?"
Ouyang Rong pretended not to understand, handed over the manuscript of Mingyue's poem, and asked curiously:
"Your Highness, please see if these are the things you see."
Li Guo'er looked at the poem manuscript he handed over with a sincere face, hummed softly, and took it.
"It's not impossible to change it, but you must report to me as soon as you have any clues involving Mingyue, like today.
"In addition, the manuscript of "The Sapphire Case: Yuan Xi" will be returned to me in a few days, otherwise you won't be able to take the manuscript of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring". Let's exchange one thing for another, do you understand?"
Seeing Ouyang Rong's hesitant expression, Li Guoer waved his hand: "Then think about it again..."
"good."
Unexpectedly, Ouyang Rong agreed immediately, with a reluctant expression on his face.
Li Guo'er couldn't help but take a closer look at his face, and felt that he seemed to agree a little quickly, and didn't seem to be reluctant.
But once you say something, it’s hard to go back on it.
Li Bao'er added: "It depends on your performance. Also, next time you come, don't bring too many sweet pastries for you... for the butterfly slave."
"Okay, okay, your highness, please take a look at these poems..."
Li Bao'er's eyes fell on some Mingyue poems in her hand.
Look carefully.
However, at Ouyang Rong's suggestion, she whispered these Mingyue poems several times.
These poems are indeed related to the bright moon, but I don't know if it is a coincidence, but Li Guo'er found that words related to the bright moon appear frequently in the poems.
Like the full moon, the moon god, the moon soul, the moon palace, etc., and there are also more weird ones, such as the round god and so on.
But since Ouyang Rong cooperated to help her find the bright moon in her dream, Li Baoer couldn't shirk it, and he would not lose a piece of flesh even if he did it again.
"Why are you staring at my face while I'm reading?"
Li Guo'er couldn't help but ask.
"Ahem, it's nothing."
Ouyang Rong turned around and looked away.
Not long after, Li Guoer returned to Zhulou and retrieved the original manuscript of "The Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi".
Ouyang Rong took the manuscript with his eyes down, leaving behind "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring" and several Mingyue poems. He agreed on a time to bring new Mingyue clues next time and strode out.
Watching the handsome young man who seemed a little enthusiastic today leave, Li Guo'er shook his head slightly.
She handed the butterfly slave into Cai Shou's arms and walked towards Zhulou.
"Oh, why did you run away again? Come back, come back quickly."
Cai Shou's exclamation suddenly came from behind Li Guo'er.
A figure of a snow-white civet cat jumped to the closed door as fast as lightning, and Ouyang Rong, who seemed reluctant to bring his own dessert, left.
I just don’t know how it can run so fast because it is lame. Maybe it’s because of its love for someone.
"Slave holding the butterfly...Slave holding the butterfly...come back soon..."
Cai Shou shouted with her mouth flat.
There was no response, and the snow-white civet cat didn't even look at it.
Li Guo'er paused, hesitated for a moment, and shouted:
"Is there any kind?"
"Whoosh——!"
The snow-white civet cat rushed to Li Bao'er's feet, rubbed her heels wildly, raised its small little head and said "meow~" twice, and looked at her with a pair of big blue eyes, as if waiting for something.
Li Guoer:......
Cai Shou:……
Youzai, who didn't see the cake, tilted his head: "Meow?"
…
Huaiye Lane residence, drinking ice cream.
In front of the wardrobe, Ouyang Rong smiled and placed the manuscript of "The Sapphire Case: Yuan Xi" in front of the little ink master, whose face changed slightly.
"Ouyang Lianghan, why are you so fast? Are you prepared..."
Miao Si looked suspicious.
What she responded to was two fingers tapping heavily on the elegant manuscript. The tapping sound was heavy and the attitude was unquestionable.
The little ink spirit was dejected, willing to admit defeat, closed the cupboard door, and gave birth...obediently squeezed Lingmo away.
Early the next morning, in front of the closet.
Listening to the exhausted snoring of little Mo Jing, Ouyang Rong carefully closed the cabinet door.
He walked to the desk holding a small golden alms bowl in his hand.
The alms bowl contained a small bowl of blood-red ink, which was as red as blood and filled with the fragrance of pine nuts.
In front of the desk, Ouyang Rong tore off a page from the back of the booklet "Zhen Gao" and laid it flat on the table.
All the materials for the red and black talisman were ready. He twisted a finger-sized snow-white whisk between his two fingers and took a deep breath.
With no distracting thoughts in mind, concentrate on drawing the talisman.
Ouyang Rong's memory is already very good, coupled with his previous successful experience and the improvement in his abilities brought about by his spiritual energy cultivation...
This time, his hands were very steady and he didn't sweat much.
Time moves forward slowly.
The morning has passed...and the morning has passed...
At noon, Ouyang Rong, who was sitting at his desk, suddenly leaned back and threw himself into the back of his chair.
"Huh~" He let out a long breath.
In front of him, on the messy desk, the blood and ink in the golden bowl had dried up.
A brand new red and black talisman is lying quietly on the table.
Ouyang Rong rubbed his face vigorously, straightened up, gathered his energy again, and checked the new red and black talismans.
After a while, he nodded with satisfaction. It was in better condition than the first painting.
Last time at the Xingzi Lake construction site, I borrowed Huang Feihong to cast the Divine Order, which consumed one red and black talisman. Now I will replenish one in case of emergency.
However, it is better to have as much of this thing as possible, and we will coax it out in a few days... Ouyang Rong glanced at the little Mo Jing who was sleeping soundly on the other side of the closet.
After carefully putting away the red and black talisman, Ouyang Rong went to the hall to have a meal. He hurriedly took a bite of food and replenished his strength. He straightened his clothes and strode out.
Ouyang Rong went to the state prison. Yesterday he promised Rong Nu Shi to go and have a look.