Chapter 668 What, are you going to meet your little lover? [Please vote for me!]
Dongmei snorted steamingly.
He lowered his head to rub against his master Ouyang Rong.
Ouyang Rong touched its head, laughed a few words with Ali, hugged the piano case, and boarded the carriage.
"Go to Chengtian Temple and pick up Yuan Huaimin."
"Yes, sir."
The carriage had not started yet. In the alley not far away, Shi Ran walked out of a graceful lady in purple and gold silk. She wore a tulle curtain hat, a feather satin cloak, and a low-luxury black silk skirt.
The sleeves are edged with red, which indicates the richest and noblest woman in the world.
In front of the carriage, Pei Shisanniang Wu Yin said hello and entered the carriage.
"Master, Master."
She didn't even have time to take off her hat and cloak. The mature woman bent her legs and knelt at the feet of the young man in a scholar's shirt. Her knees were scratched and reddened by the ordinary car boards without expensive blankets, but she still had soft eyes and beat her legs for him.
Loosen tendons.
Ouyang Rong remained calm and avoided.
Pei Sanniang smiled and said:
"Sir, why are your thighs so tight? Relax, it's easy to hit the tendons... It doesn't matter if my hands hurt, but I can't hit your legs until they hurt."
He said with a straight face: "Thirteenth Mother, be normal."
"What's wrong with me?"
Pei Sanniang took off her hat and cloak, revealing a round and beautiful face. She lowered her head and glanced at the lady she was wearing today. She continued to beat Ouyang Rong Rourou's legs, just like a young girl, she pouted her red lips:
"Well, my body is very upright. Are you sure it's not because of the jolting of the carriage that the young master's heart is a little out of alignment?"
Ouyang Rong's tone became stiff:
"Mrs. Pei, please respect yourself."
She immediately begged: "Master, why did you suddenly call me Shengfen? I know I was wrong. Master, please don't call me like that."
Ouyang Rong shook his head, took out a recently used real piano from under his seat, and wiped it.
Sensing that he was silent, Pei Shisanniang rolled her eyes slightly upward and looked at Ouyang Rong.
I found him sitting upright and while wiping the xylophone, his expression was calm and calm, not like he was pretending on purpose.
Pei Shisanniang beat Ouyang Rong's legs quietly for a while, then raised her head at a moment and rested her chin gently on his thigh.
The lady in black dress had a round face, looking up at the young man in scholar's shirt, and whispered:
"The main reason is that the young master has been at the Xunyang Grottoes these past few days. I haven't seen him for many days, and I really miss him. I don't know why. Sometimes I stay with the young master and listen to his teachings. I feel very at ease, and I really learn.
There are a lot of new things.”
Ouyang Rong kept wiping the piano body, and his voice became slightly softer, but he was still a little angry:
"Okay, but the floor is cold and hard. You can kneel if you like. Just don't tell anyone that I abused you."
Sensing that her young master's tone was not really disgusting, Pei Shisanniang covered her mouth and smiled sweetly:
"If it's a young master, it's okay to abuse him. Young master is not called abuse, it's called love. I don't know how many girls out there are jealous of this guy, and none of them are so lucky."
"You are also blessed, right?"
Pei Shisanniang is serious:
"Meeting the young master and changing his ways is indeed a blessing for me."
Ouyang Rong thought for a while and sighed:
"six."
"Now that I'm in a humble position, what new orders does the Ming government have?"
Suddenly a stunned and respectful voice came from the car curtain.
It's Yanrokuro.
The carriage was driving halfway towards Chengtian Temple. The blue-clothed catcher quietly got into the carriage and was about to lift the curtain when he happened to hear Ouyang Rong's "call".
You two are connecting very well... The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched.
"No new instructions, everything is as usual."
"Yes, Mingfu."
As Yan Liulang spoke, he opened the curtain and got into the carriage. Just as he was about to sit down, he saw Ouyang Rong and Pei Shisanniang sitting and kneeling in the carriage.
They both turned their heads at the same time and looked at him.
Yan Liulang's butt rested three inches above the cushions of the seat opposite Ouyang Rong.
With almost no hesitation, he stood up again, turned around and walked away.
"Why are you running? Come back."
Ouyang Rong frowned.
"Yes, Mingfu, I'm sorry, I'm late for my job."
Yan Liulang sat down immediately.
He stopped suddenly and sat up suddenly, which was a little taxing on his butt, but who told him to make progress?
Ouyang Rong didn't know that the blue-clad head catcher in front of him had just flashed a profound image of Wang Cao calling "Sister Rong" sweetly.
He shook his head:
"Thirteenth Niang has just arrived, so you are not late."
The carriage bumped, Yan Liulang sat upright and did not look at the figure of the mature woman at Mingfu's feet. He looked straight and nodded heavily:
"I understand."
Ouyang Rong asked: "Also, why did you run just now?"
"I think, I remembered that there was something urgent that I didn't do."
Ouyang Rong didn't blame it, but looked at it with concern:
"Do you want to go over and do it now?"
"No need, I thought about it again, and my subordinates should be able to help solve it. Like Beizi, they have been bathed in the glory of the Ming Dynasty for a long time, and they have become more agile and mature in doing things."
"That's fine, but don't imitate Wang Caozhi and flatter him."
"Yes, yes."
Yan Liulang nodded seriously.
Ouyang Rong moved his thigh:
"Thirteenth Niang, let's see if Mukuro can imitate it and sit still."
Pei Sanniang beat her legs and turned back to take a look.
"Sir, I can't sit down."
Ouyang Rong frowned and looked around, and found that Yan Liulang was sitting like a big horse with a golden sword.
The waist knife was placed on the seat next to me at some unknown time and took up its position.
Before Ouyang Rong could speak, Pei Shisanniang looked serious and spoke proactively:
"Sir, there is indeed something fishy about Taoshou Zhai. Their news was spread through this route."
Yan Liulang also cupped his fists and reported:
"Sir, things at Chengtian Temple have been quiet these days, and they have been hiding quite deeply. Ha, if it hadn't been for Fang Jiuxiu's letter a few days ago, which forced them to take the initiative to contact Taoshou Zhai, they would probably have been hiding by now.
No secret will be revealed..."
Ouyang Rong closed his eyes, his expression unchanged:
"Wait, wait once, make sure nothing is missed."
After a pause, he added:
"When news goes out, it comes back, like casting a stone to ask for directions."
Pei Shisanniang nodded: "Indeed, there are three nests of cunning rabbits. We must find them all."
Yan Liulang sighed: "Yes, Mingfu is really patient."
Thinking of something, he said again:
"Miss Xiu Niang doesn't seem to go to Chengtian Temple very much anymore. It's all the sisters from the Fang family who go there."
Pei Shisanniang, who was beating her legs, looked at Ouyang Rong's face and cautiously interjected:
"The embroiderer girl seems to know that the young master doesn't like her going to the temple or meeting those monks. The misunderstanding last time was that the young master came to see her out of concern, but she was not in the courtyard. The young master went there in person to take her
When you come back, Miss Xiu Niang must have noticed that the young master is not very happy."
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Is my emotion so obvious at that time?"
Pei Shisanniang shook her head: "It's not obvious. Young Master has always been emotionally stable, but...women are very sensitive, especially to people they care about. They can detect even the slightest mood swings. Young Master, remember that."
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and was silent for a while:
"I wasn't unhappy at the time, but I was a little anxious. I was worried about her. Otherwise, I would only take one last look at the Zen monastery and the Zen master. Otherwise, it would be easy to scare the snake."
"The Ming Mansion is not trying to scare the snake." Yan Liulang shook his head: "This monk and Fang Qixiu were still having sex a few days ago. It's quite funny."
Ouyang Rong said softly:
"There are two possibilities. First, the grass-roots team, and second, they are not afraid of us."
Yan Liulang tilted his head: "It should be the first one. The Fang sisters are just two-year-olds, but that monk..."
Pei Shisanniang smiled: "I took a look at him that day and realized that this monk was a bit unclear."
Ouyang Rong, who had been closing his eyes to rest his mind, opened his eyes:
"What did he say to Xiu Niang that day?"
Pei Shisanniang lowered her eyebrows:
"Sir, he didn't say anything."
Yan Liulang was curious: "You didn't say anything?"
Pei Sanniang glanced at Ouyang Rong's calm face and nodded:
"Yes, he didn't say anything. I didn't hear anything outside. I vaguely saw that he only raised one finger."
"Put up a finger?" Yan Liulang thought: "The embroiderer girl can only write, does this monk also write? Write with your fingers in the air?"
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "What is his dharma name?"
Yan Liulang reacted: "Yizhi Zen Master."
Ouyang Rong smiled softly.
Pei Shisanniang narrowed her eyes and said:
"It's probably because he doesn't write. I've heard before that this monk is very famous in Xingzifang. It's said that he just raises a finger to all the donors who want to solve the puzzle.
"When donors see this finger, they often suddenly realize that the Buddha's Dharma... is so miraculous."
"Pretend to be a ghost."
Yan Liulang snorted coldly and subconsciously crossed his chest, only to realize that his waist knife was not there. He occupied the seat next to him and restrained himself for a while without touching his beloved knife.
Ouyang Rong waved his hand.
"It's okay. The one who moves always reveals the flaws first, so... let's not move for now."
He smiles.
Yan Liulang and Pei Shisanniang looked at each other and nodded vigorously.
The carriage continued to drive, but stopped twice intermittently to put Yan Liulang and Pei Shisanniang down.
Not long after, the carriage arrived at a courtyard of Chengtian Temple.
Ouyang Rong walked into the courtyard and urged Yuan Huaimin.
"Come on, come on."
Yuan Huaimin ran to get dressed.
Ouyang Rong frowned and looked at his friend who was bathing and changing clothes:
"What are you doing? Taking a shower?"
"This is called bath incense."
"I know it's for bathing with incense. I'm asking you, Hao Duanduan, why are you doing this? How about going to meet your little lover?"
"You little lover, don't talk nonsense, Liang Han. Tonight is the pipa dinner held by the Qin family. The fairy music is sweet to the ears. We have to take a bath and incense to prepare. This is called a sense of ritual."
Ouyang Rong:......
He said with a straight face: "First of all, let me explain that the protagonist of this dinner is not you."
"I know. Didn't you say that he is an old man brought by Rong Nushi? We met him in the bamboo forest last morning for our morning meeting. I have to dress well. This old man may be a vocalist like me.
This person can be regarded as a friend forever."
Ouyang Rong took a deep breath, held back, and waited in the yard.
Li Yu was as speechless as Ouyang Rong and looked at Yuan Huaimin who was changing clothes like a woman.
Ouyang Rong glanced at the sky.
This pipa dinner was prepared by him and Rong Zhen for Senior Yu.
"Lianghan, why do you dress so casually? How can this be done? You have to learn from me."
Ouyang Rong shook his head: "I'm not a stinker like you."
Yuan Huaimin suddenly stretched out his head and blinked:
"Did you bring your piano?"
"Bring it."
"That's great. After the pipa dinner tonight, let's go to the rooftop of the Xunyang Building. Then we'll make an appointment with Qin and everyone to see if we have time. Come to the rooftop and the three of us will play music and drink together."
Ouyang Rong frowned: "What do you mean?"
Yuan Huaimin chuckled:
"Of course I want to relax. I've been busy these days. I haven't had a drink with Lianghan for a long time. I have to let Lianghan see my old leisurely life. Moreover, it's the fifteenth tonight and there is a full moon, which is suitable for moon-viewing...
"I also saved a few bottles of fine wine in Xunyang Tower. Wouldn't it be nice for us to have a drink together..."
Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Do all the ladies like this style?"
"Of course. I used to do this when I was young and asked young ladies. Then I prepared to light fireworks and Kongming lanterns. What young lady wouldn't like it? Just propose and make a promise."
"It makes sense." Ouyang Rong thought thoughtfully.
"So tonight we will attend the dinner party first, and when it is over, we will send Rong Nushi and the others away, and then go to the top floor to relax... Hey, Lianghan, what are you doing?"
"I want to take a bath too."
"Oh, but why did you suddenly figure it out?" Yuan Huaimin looked curiously at his friend who was suddenly full of energy, but he was a little relieved: "Sure enough, Brother Lianghan is really a good friend, and he also wants to drink with me and enjoy the new moon.
…”
Ouyang Rong interrupted and asked: "How did you make the incense? Lend me the incense."
"well."
"Miss Qin, please don't make an appointment tonight."
Yuan Huaimin touched his chin and said, "Well... that's fine, we are just two close friends, so we won't call each other women."
Ouyang Rong warned carefully:
"Remember to send the wine you stored in Xunyang Tower to the moon-viewing rooftop on the top floor in advance."
"OK!"
"The dinner is over, please remember to send Rong Nu Shi and Senior off. I want to go to the rooftop first."
"Okay, okay..."
Ouyang Rong patted him on the shoulder:
"Send them out of the city. Remember to come back early to rest. You will be on duty tomorrow, so you won't be late."
"Okay...ah?"
Yuan Huaimin was stunned, his mouth opened wide, and he made a longer tone:
"ah?"
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