No, gentlemen are also careful Chapter 647: Ordering Jiang to be on guard against his best friend? Wei Lai smoothes things over for him! [Please vote for me!]
Chapter 647: Ordering Jiang to be on guard against his best friend? Wei Lai smoothes things over for him! [Please vote for me!]
"Glib tongue."
In the carriage, Xie Lingjiang cursed.
Ouyang Rong skillfully pulled out a personal pink handkerchief from Xie Lingjiang's arms and wiped two fingers.
The junior sister likes to stuff handkerchiefs into her arms. Ouyang Rong had curiously asked why before. The junior sister blushed and said it was because there was really no extra space in her arms.
The remaining space was just enough to stuff a handkerchief, so it was always empty, so I kept stuffing it in to develop a habit.
What a diligent and thrifty little junior sister.
Ouyang Rong sighed.
While wiping his fingers, he asked:
"How do you know, little junior sister?"
"How do you know what?"
Xie Lingjiang was curious.
"Slick tongue."
Xie Lingjiang said subconsciously: "Senior Brother, this is not clear, uh uh... uh!"
Her voice stopped suddenly.
There was only a strange "Uh-huh" sound in the carriage.
Xie Lingjiang only felt that his mouth was blocked, his forehead hit his forehead, and the world was spinning for a while.
Just when she was halfway through her words, she felt her senior brother's face magnify in front of her, and then the remaining unmelted cake in her mouth was snatched away by someone.
Xie Lingjiang wore a high ponytail in men's clothing today and felt dizzy.
At the same time, he was held down by one of his big hands, fixed, and unable to move.
She felt that her body bones, together with the pastries between her lips and teeth, were gradually melting.
When the atmosphere is silent.
"Hehe, I don't have any strength anymore. I can't even think of suppressing this fairy girl..."
On the cushion of the seat below, Miao Si, who was held down by Ouyang Rong's palm, lifted his palm, which had become slack, in a "standing upright" weightlifting posture.
She looked around and giggled:
"I have no strength now. Xiaorong is so weak... You, what are you doing?"
Miao Si was about the size of a palm. When he stood on the cushion of the seat and raised Ouyang Rong's palms with both hands, his view above him was blocked.
At this moment, all he could see in front of his field of vision was Xiao Rongzi's slender body in Confucian robes, pressed against Xie Yatou's scarlet clothes. Miao Si couldn't see the heads above their shoulders.
However, Xie Yatou's passive posture was very different from the posture when she was suppressed by Xiaorong just now. Xie Yatou seemed to be taking the initiative to hug the bad guy's back and enjoy it.
To use a buzzword that Miao Si learned from a certain book called "Chimo", this is called refusing to welcome.
"What are you doing? Why are you posting together again? Weren't you just chatting about business? I didn't look at you for a while, and you guys are stuck together. I'm so shameless!"
Miao Si, who was forced into a mouthful of dog food, was filled with grief and anger and protested.
A feeling of loneliness and loneliness, ignored by her two little followers, violently washed away her weak heart, which was pretending to be strong.
The next second, her vision went dark, she was crushed by the weight of a hand above her head, and her head was covered again.
"Take it away, take your hands away, why don't you think the saliva is dirty..."
Miaosi asked with disgust while struggling.
When he escaped from Ouyang Rong's hand again and saw the light of day again, the two people who "ate a piece of cake together" in the carriage had separated.
Ouyang Rong folded a light pink handkerchief and wiped the corners of Xie Lingjiang's red, pouty lips as he lowered his head to wipe his mouth.
Xie Lingjiang tilted his head, opened the window, and let in the spring breeze outside the carriage, hoping to blow away the burning heat on his face.
"Thank you, girl, rinse your mouth quickly..."
Miao Si's eyes widened. This time, she was covered by Xie Lingjiang's catkins.
The latter's slightly blurred eyes were looking out the window without looking down at her.
There is no explanation either.
"Junior sister is right. This pastry is indeed very sweet. I will take it back later and give it to Auntie, Wei Lai and the others to try."
"Um."
Xie Lingjiang nodded with blushing cheeks, and glanced at his senior brother who was as calm as a cloud from the corner of his eye.
I don't know if it's her imagination.
The eldest brother is more considerate of his family now, or in other words, he is more considerate of the female relatives around them.
In the past, the eldest brother was immersed in official duties all day long, and he somewhat ignored or didn't care about the affairs or emotions of the women at home or the women around him.
But now, the senior brother has begun to take the initiative to do something and actively explore their emotions.
Coupled with his always telling the truth and his calm and composed style, a sense of déjà vu as the head of the family emerges.
Just like now, when there are wonderful ideas present, Xie Lingjiang is still shy and his face is burning, but Ouyang Rong is calm and calm, eating cakes together as he says, eating them openly and doing it openly.
He can handle it if he is not afraid of other people's eyes, or in other words, he doesn't care.
This confident style will naturally give women a sense of security and dependence.
At the same time, there is an unexpected sense of adventure and excitement.
What woman doesn’t like this kind of man who exudes confidence and acts responsibly?
While Xie Lingjiang was distracted, her wonderful thoughts finally escaped from her slender fingers. He stood on the back of her hands, put one hand on his hips and pointed at Ouyang Rong with the other:
"Thank you girl, I want to expose him. He has someone else's style. He belongs to Yuan Huaimin, and he is wearing his clothes. Well, who knows what they are up to!
"I suggest Xie Yatou to investigate this matter carefully. We must be vigilant about this matter. In the past, during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, there were a lot of guys with the habit of cutting off Long Yang's sleeves. I have seen many of them. I even saw a man on the spot at a banquet in Jiankang City.
Slap another man's butt..."
"I've already told my junior sister about wearing Huai Min's clothes. Next one."
Ouyang Rong chuckled and waved away the wonderful thought of complaining and provoking.
"Hey, little Rongzi, are you really Long Yang? No wonder you let Xie Yatou wear men's clothes every day..."
Miaosi misunderstood, curious head tilted.
Ouyang Rong was too lazy to explain and tapped Miao Si's head:
"No wonder he sniffs on my clothes every day. It turns out he is sniffing this thing..."
"My fairy's nose is really good."
Ouyang Rong sighed and nodded: "It seems that I really can't keep you."
Grabbing it with his big hand, Miao Si jumped into Xie Lingjiang's hands in fright and slipped back into her sleeve.
Ouyang Rong laughed.
Not long after, the carriage arrived at the Huaiye Lane mansion.
Before getting off the bus, Ouyang Rong lowered his head and sniffed his sleeves without making any move.
Good guy, I almost forgot that Miao Si can smell the smell of literature, not just the smell of women.
Moreover, it is difficult to wash off the literary spirit, and ordinary cleaning methods are not enough, such as the Confucian shirt of Yuan Huaimin he is wearing now.
Well, it's a good thing that the embroiderer doesn't like to be frivolous with words. Otherwise, if there is literary talent, you can know the wonderful ideas by sniffing them out.
However, Ouyang Rong had a sudden idea.
If it were the little princess, with her literary talent and grace, just in case... wouldn't she be able to smell the wonderful ideas quickly?
At first glance, Miaosi saw that he was checking on the little junior sister.
He already knew that the junior sister liked to check the posts.
But the junior sister is not clear about Miao Si's keen sense of literary style. Is it intentional or... unintentional? In fact, there is nothing specifically targeted at it?
After a while, Ouyang Rong shook his head gently and dispelled this thought.
…
Huaiye Lane mansion, back house.
After dinner.
Xie Lingjiang is ready to return to the palace.
But Zhen Shuyuan persuaded her to stay, and they went for a walk in the back garden to eat after dinner.
Ouyang Rong originally wanted to escape.
After learning the details of the Crown Prince's near-attack today, his eyebrows were furrowed and thoughts were plaguing his heart.
However, he was still kept by his aunt, and they went for a walk to eat together. He had to wait until his junior sister left before he could return to the house.
Ouyang Rong patiently came to accompany him.
He withdrew his eyes from the sunset sky, turned around and ordered the maid to bring over a plate of pastries.
The group of people took a walk and rested in a pavilion in the garden.
Ouyang Rong invited Zhen Shuyuan and others to taste Xiu Niang's cakes.
"Aunt Zhen has a try. This cake is delicious. I heard from senior brother that it was given by a good friend. Tan Lang also discussed with me that if Aunt Zhen likes it, we can use this cake to entertain guests at Aunt Zhen's next birthday party...
"
Zhen Shuyuan was stunned for a moment. When she heard the words "friend" and "birthday party", her expression changed slightly.
She glanced at Xie Ling Jiang Qiao's smiling face, then at the plate of pastries, nodded with a smile, and took a bite.
"Okay, listen to Huan Huan."
Where Xie Lingjiang was not seen, Zhen Shuyuan glared at Ouyang Rong.
The latter looked like nothing had happened and twisted a piece of pastry made by Xiu Niang.
Surrounded by Ye Weilai, several girls also tasted pastries.
Ye Weilai was originally focused on Tan Lang, but when she heard the word "friend", she didn't have the same reaction as Zhen Shuyuan.
However, when she picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, put it in her mouth and chewed it for a few mouthfuls, she gradually became quiet.
Ye Weilai lowered his head and glanced at the pastry plate.
"Hey, why does this pastry taste familiar?"
Banxi suddenly spoke.
Several women looked sideways.
"What's familiar?" Xie Lingjiang asked curiously.
"I seem to have had something similar before. When I lived in Meiluyuan, Longcheng County, there seemed to be a new cook..."
He pointed his chin with a thin finger, thinking.
Zhen Shuyuan, who had a normal face, frowned slightly, picked up a pastry, put it in her mouth, tasted it again, and frowned even more.
"Don't all sweet-scented osmanthus cakes taste like this? Sister Banxi is overthinking it."
Ye Weilai suddenly interrupted.
Everyone saw her calmly shaking her head:
"Actually, it's similar to what I make. I also make this pastry. They all have the same taste. If Miss Xie likes to eat it, I can make some some other time..."
Ouyang Rong glanced at Ye Weila who was helping to rescue him.
The latter lowered his eyes slightly.
Xie Lingjiang didn't care and nodded gently:
"Thank you very much for your kindness, Verier."
Zhen Shuyuan's frown temporarily relaxed, she walked forward dignifiedly, her face was smiling, and she continued to entertain Xie Lingjiang.
Half an hour later, everyone walking around had almost eaten.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Xie Lingjiang said goodbye and left.
Ouyang Rong sent Xie Lingjiang to the door. Before leaving the garden, he turned to look at the obedient figure of the silver-haired girl who was helping Zhen Shuyuan leave.
A quarter of an hour later, Ouyang Rong returned to Yinbingzhai.
Take off your coat and hang it on the hanger.
He looked around.
Found Ye Weilai making the bed.
She did this every night, silently cleaning up Yinbingzhai and taking care of Ouyang Rong's daily life.
In the past, when Ouyang Rong came back, he would either rush directly into the study to do important things; he would take off his dirty clothes, take a shower first, and then continue to go to the desk to handle official business... Sometimes he would lock the door tightly to prevent her from approaching.
Tonight, Ouyang Rong was not like this.
He quietly walked into the back room and came to the bed.
Ye Weilai thought that Tan Lang was tired today and wanted to take a nap on the couch, so he moved aside and prepared to retreat.
Ouyang Rong pressed Ye Weila's round shoulders, shook his head gently, and motioned for her to continue.
Ye Weilai nodded blankly and continued to make the bed.
Ouyang Rong stopped for a moment, bent down to help, and gave her a hand.
Ye Weilai turned her head and looked at Ouyang Rong.
Ouyang Rong didn't squint.
After staring for a while, Ye Weilai smiled lightly and continued to work with her head down.
She had no intention of asking for reward.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, turned around, and touched her white-haired head with some gentleness.
Ye Weila folded the quilt, turned around, and when he touched his head, she spread her arms and gently hugged his waist.
Ye Weilai and Ouyang Rong stood face to face, nestling in his arms.
The two of them had a tacit understanding of each other.
After a while, Ye Weilai kicked off her embroidered shoes, tilted her head, and casually pulled out the mandarin duck jade hairpin from her hair that Tan Lang never forgot to give her.
Without the hairpin in place, her long silver-white hair flowed down like a waterfall, falling off her shoulders and reaching her waist.
Ouyang Rong silently watched her strange movements.
Ye Weilai raised her palms to hold the top of her head with loose hair, and her palms rested on Ouyang Rong's neck, close to his Adam's apple.
Her blue eyes rolled upward slightly.
He gestured at his current height.
Ouyang Rong found that she was much taller than when she first came to Xunyang City.
Ye Weilai's smile turned into two crescent moons.
Ouyang Rong suddenly hugged her.
The sudden weightlessness frightened Ye Weila's two thin legs tightly around his waist, like a sloth.
Ouyang Rong weighed it, lowered his head and said in her ear:
"I have gained weight, not only five buckets of rice, but sixty pounds."
Ye Weilai was startled for a moment, her eyes suddenly sore.
…
Early the next morning.
Ouyang Rong first went to Prince Xunyang's Mansion.
After discussing with Li Xian and Li Dalang, they first proposed the list of reinforcements from the Second Battalion of White Tiger and Second Battalion of Xuanwu.
Later, they discussed the matter of the prince's death and the flaw in the palace's security.
However, the three of them were not prepared to submit a letter directly to Luoyang.
The first is that there may not be enough time, and the second is that it would be difficult to send a letter to Luoyang, as there may be unexpected airborne personnel, just in case.
Why not use the victim's bargaining method, and the crying child will get milk.
Go directly to the Overwatch Council and Si Tianjian to talk. They will not be held accountable for their near-dereliction of duty, but they will be given some rights of protection for the palace.
It would be best if they could use this to mobilize a group of more trusted elites from the Xuanwu Battalion to guard the palace and supplement the vacancies in security.
This is the best policy.
After a while, the three of them reached an agreement and started working on it.
Ouyang Rong immediately left the palace and quickly left the city.
Two hours later, he arrived at the Xunyang Grottoes at the top of the twin peaks.
At the foot of a majestic headless Buddha in the grotto, I found a beautiful figure dressed in lavender palace clothes.
"Ouyang Lianghan, you are saying that when reinforcements from the White Tiger Guard and Xuanwu Guard arrive, you will recruit some troops to guard the palace."
"That's right. In addition, the water thieves in Hukou County, Rong Nu Shi, should not be careless. They need to be investigated."
"good."
Rong Zhen nodded, but his expression was hesitant to speak.
"What happened to Rong Nu Shi?"
Rong Zhen thought for a while and said directly:
"Actually, before you, Miaozhen Nvshi had already approached me last night. I already know about the attack on the Crown Prince. Miaozhen Nvshi discussed with me to write a letter on this matter.
"I was originally going to send someone to inform you in the morning, but who would have thought that Miaozhen Nvshi was so fast? I had already prepared the book last night and sent someone to Luodu early in the morning. Si Tianjian was the one who left quickly.
A secret channel for expediting the submission.”
"Zhezi? Why did she report it? Want to take credit for protecting the crown prince?" Ouyang Rong asked subconsciously.
"No, it's about the security of Prince Xunyang's Mansion."
"What's the meaning?"
"I only took a rough look. Miao Zhen's intention seems to be that she is requesting to be transferred back from the front line. She wants to stay in Xunyang City and continue to lead people to guard the palace and protect the prince's safety as before."