Chapter 703 Why tie your hair [5k, please vote for me!]
Drink ice cream.
After sending the little Mo Jing away, Ouyang Rong looked back with some satisfaction when he saw that she went back to being a cow and horse obediently.
Look around the room.
It was brightly lit and empty, and it was dark outside the window.
After being out for a decade, the study and bedroom are no less lively.
The desk and floor were clean, and a certain potted plant that he liked was neatly placed in front of the window sill, swaying, and it looked like someone was watering it on time.
It was Ye Weilai's habit to dry the sheets in the yard outside. She would wash his sheets and quilt covers every half a month.
Even if he has been gone for ten years, it will not be an exception.
Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and came to the study room.
There is no such deserted atmosphere in the study room.
Although the desk and bookshelf are neatly packed, it can still be seen that pens, inks, papers and inkstones have been frequently used, and tomes such as "Erya" are placed on the table for easy removal... There is no lack of flavor of life.
It must be that during the days when Ouyang Rong was away, Ye Weilai came over every day and read and practiced calligraphy regularly in the study.
Ouyang Rong had heard this saying before, saying that things like houses, no matter whether they are new or old, need people to live in them. They need "people" to hold them up, otherwise they will become lifeless.
In a sense, this is also the common smell of life and fireworks.
Ouyang Rong came to his senses, took out the piano-shaped sword box, clothes and baggage that he had taken out this time, and put them back to their original places.
This time, the trip to Xunyang Grottoes was safe, and all the backup plans we had prepared before were useless.
I don't know whether to be happy or disappointed.
All in all, be prepared for any eventuality. A sense of urgency is very important.
Ouyang Rong had just finished cleaning up when a familiar sound of footsteps sounded in the yard outside.
Ye Weilai walked in the door holding a bunch of sheets and quilt covers.
"Tan Lang is back."
"Um."
Ye Weilai said hello with a calm expression, walked to the back room, made the bed and folded the quilt.
Ouyang Rong sat down on the chair behind the desk, resting his chin on his palm, and quietly watched the back of the white-haired girl who had not seen him for many days making the bed.
Ye Weilai wore an aqua undershirt today, with a narrow upper body and a short undershirt with narrow sleeves. After making the bed, she revealed some of the young and full curves of a girl, making her slender and charming.
But what caught Ouyang Rong's attention more was the temperament gradually revealed by the white-haired girl.
Perhaps because she was subdued and taught by Rong Zhen, and because she has been studying quietly these days, she has become more bookish, behaves much more appropriately, and lacks the innocence and willfulness of a young girl.
Moreover, Ouyang Rong discovered early on that she had a strong ability to learn and adapt to the environment.
Occasionally, he couldn't help but think that even if he returned to his hometown and left, Ye Weilai might be able to live a good life without him having to worry too much.
This world is not incapable of functioning without anyone, and the same is true for people.
But Ouyang Rong usually couldn't say this in front of Ye Weilai.
Although the little girl seems to have a much more demure and reserved personality now, she is still very dependent on Ouyang Rong psychologically, and it has even become a habit that cannot be changed.
Ye Weilai still stubbornly believed that without Ouyang Rong, she would be like a duckweed without roots and nothing.
To a certain extent, Ouyang Rong, who bought her in the small iron cage of the carriage shop, was the whole meaning of her life.
It was difficult for Ouyang Rong to correct this concept.
Ouyang Rong came back to his senses and happened to look into Ye Weila's green eyes.
The little girl had already made the bed quilt at some point, turned around, leaned against the bed, and looked at him unblinkingly.
Ouyang Rong asked softly: "I'm not here these days. What happened at home?"
Ye Weilai shook her head, got out of bed, and walked over without saying a word.
She took a soft cushion and stuffed it between Ouyang Rong's back and the back of the chair, allowing him to lean against it comfortably.
Ye Weilai took another soft cushion and put it on her knees. She knelt down at Ouyang Rong's feet smoothly, put her hands on his thighs, and gently tapped his legs to loosen them.
Ouyang Rong looked down and saw that the girl's smooth white hair was tied with a mandarin duck jade hairpin, and was simply and elegantly tied behind her head.
Her long, white hair reflected light under the light, giving her a dazzling look.
Under the light, the white-haired girl has a slender and beautiful figure, bright eyes, and a somewhat bulging chest. It seems that she is not lacking in nutrition.
Ouyang Rong felt a little confused, turned his eyes away, and reached out to get her homework to check.
These are all the homework assigned by Ouyang Rong before.
Ye Weilai was not anxious about this at all.
In fact, Ouyang Rong also knew that she had finished writing a long time ago. As for studying, Ye Weilai really didn't let him worry about it. Even the junior sister praised it. You should know that the junior sister was a "student master" from Bailudong Academy.
, a Confucian female gentleman with a very high vision. Not everyone can be praised by her, but her studies.
When Ouyang Rong checks his homework, he just goes through the process.
Ye Weilai gently beat her legs while lowering her eyes and said:
"Ms. Zhen really liked the bowl of noodles that Miss Xie sent me this afternoon. She even asked if Miss Xie had specially found a chef from Nanlong, so it had the flavor of her hometown in Nanlong."
Ouyang Rong's hand movements paused slightly.
"Okay." He nodded.
Ouyang Rong had already told Ye Weila when the incident happened a few days ago that the junior sister had met the embroiderer.
Ye Weilai asked the embroiderer some more about Xie Lingjiang's affairs.
The two of them talked to each other for a while.
After a while, the atmosphere at the desk became quiet.
Ye Weilai was beating Ouyang Rong's legs, then suddenly hugged Ouyang Rong's legs and put her little head on his thigh.
The small face is buried low and the temple hair is crooked.
Ouyang Rong felt a warm and moist feeling on the fabric on his thighs.
He touched her little head and asked helplessly:
"Why are you crying? Isn't the bed still in good condition just now?"
Ye Weilai shook her head and buried her head in silence. Her little nose twitched and she sobbed alone.
"Okay, I'm back safely. Nothing happened, so relax."
He changed the subject and pointed to the surrounding rooms:
"Weilai kept the room very clean, just like when I was here."
Ye Weilai buried her face and was quiet for a while, then suddenly said:
"no the same."
Ouyang Rong was curious: "What's different?"
Ye Weilai raised her little face and said seriously:
"You still have to be here, otherwise I always feel that something is missing in the house. Although I also live here, it is different without Tanlang. Even if the house is filled with other things, it is still a little empty.
The taste of…”
As she spoke, Ye Weilai poked her chest where her heart was with her index finger.
Ouyang Rong was silent, holding her beautiful face with his left hand. Seeing her pitiful face, I carefully wiped the corners of her eyes with my thumb.
Ye Weilai might be feeling shy, her blue eyes were swollen and swollen, her eyelashes were trembling and she looked away.
However, she always hugged Ouyang Rong's thigh and pressed her chest tightly against it, which was still quite warm.
Yes, the first feeling is warmth.
The two of them sat and knelt, and stayed in silence for a while. Ouyang Rong turned around and wiped away her glistening tears with his sleeves. After finishing, he stretched out his hand to rub her twisted white hair.
"Okay, let's boil the hot water first. I haven't had a good bath in the grotto for several days and my body is a little dirty. I'm going to take a bath."
"Um."
Perhaps because she had been crying silently for too long without speaking, Ye Weilai's nasal voice was a bit charming.
She was at Ouyang Rong's feet, supporting his knees with both hands and using her strength to stand up.
During this period, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Ye Weilai's fingertip brushed the inner part of his thigh.
Like a hot iron in a stove, the white-haired girl retracted her palms like an electric shock and held them in her arms. She tilted her upper body back slightly and looked at Ouyang Rong, her pretty face flushed.
Ouyang Rong put his legs together, turned his face away, and hurriedly waved his hand to signal her to leave.
Ye Weilai, who was standing there with his head lowered and blushing, suddenly stretched out his hand and boldly took it.
Ouyang Rong suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.
He grabbed her slender arm and pulled her into his arms.
A mandarin duck jade hairpin was pulled out, and the long silver-white hair that was originally tied up began to fly in the air as the little hostess's body rotated.
Ye Weilai will soon put it together with the completed homework on the desk for careful inspection by a teacher.
At this time, she weakly pressed the man's chest with both hands on the table:
"Wait, wait, Tanlang, wait."
Ouyang Rong stopped like a brake and looked straight at her.
Ye Weilai whispered:
"It hasn't drained out yet."
"ah?"
Ye Weilai tilted her head: "The moon water is coming. It came the day before yesterday. I just looked at it in the evening and it's not... it's not finished yet."
Ouyang Rong took a deep breath, let go, took two steps back, and threw his body into the chair behind him.
Ye Weilai saw from the corner of her eye that Tan Lang said with a straight face:
"Go and have a rest. Remember to drink more hot water... No, then why are you teasing me? This little girl really wants to be beaten."
After talking about it, his words became a little angry.
Ye Weilai's voice is weak:
"I thought Tanlang was already a saint. Didn't he go to Xiu Niang and Miss Xie? Tanlang came back so late."
Ouyang Rong said nonsense seriously: "My relationship with the embroiderer is pure and innocent, and my relationship with my junior sister is also pure and innocent. Little girl, don't talk nonsense."
"Oh~"
Ye Weilai tapped her pink lower lip with her index finger, then slightly curved her lower lip with her fingertips, revealing a few moist white teeth, and uttered a sentence between her lips and teeth:
"What about Henu'er, too?"
"Yeah, that's right..."
Before Ouyang Rong nodded and finished speaking, his eyes suddenly saw the white-haired girl in front of him, her slender body leaning back on the desk, facing him.
The palm of her hand that was touching her lips slid all the way down to her legs, and lifted up her aqua green skirt to her waist, quietly revealing it to him, which was also aqua.
Moreover, Ye Weilai was still looking at him eagerly with her green eyes turned up, her little face was red, and she still had the charming expression she had not long ago.
The impact of this posture and expression can really kill a man.
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Ouyang Rong immediately stood up and was about to leave, but the little girl held his arms with both hands and pushed him back to his seat.
Ye Weilai sat astride him. The little girl hugged her sweetheart tightly and said shyly in his ear:
"Wait a minute, Tanlang, please try another way. You can just sit down, just sit down..."
After saying that, she raised her hands, and in front of Ouyang Rong, she pulled the waist-length silver hair that was in the way on her shoulders into a simple high ponytail, and fixed it with a mandarin duck jade hairpin.
Seeing this scene, Ouyang Rong felt a little "respected".
But before long, he would see it being shaken up and down and falling to the ground again, with its ponytail scattered.
…
After Jiangzhou Hall issued the order to unblock, Xunyang City returned to normal after a brief period of noise.
Previously, there was actually a lot of speculation in the city about Jiangzhou Hall suddenly blocking off the Shuangfeng Peak and concentrating on water control.
Some people speculate that the ominous location of the Donglin Giant Buddha offended the Water Dragon King.
Some people also say that the giant Buddha in Xunyang Grottoes was destroyed by the same Tiannan Jianghu rebels who were involved in the Xingzifang Giant Buddha incident. They had to block the news, cover up the damage, and protect the court's face.
However, during the ten-day period during which the Shuangfeng Peak was closed, the weather in Xunyang City was indeed cloudy and rainy, which is consistent with the theory that rising water during the rainy season caused problems at the Shuangfeng Peak.
But people are naturally anti-authority, and the generally accepted equation is that official explanations are equal to cover-ups, and official refutations are equal to admissions, so speculations are naturally rampant.
But now, with the lifting of the Xunyang blockade, nothing happened for several days in a row, and the atmosphere inside and outside was calm. These rumors were dismissed without any attack, and gradually no one mentioned them anymore.
On the other side of the twin peaks, the usual martial law is still maintained, but the white fog of the Yangtze River has been lingering on both sides of the river for days. Outsiders passing by can only vaguely see the hazy shadow of the Donglin Giant Buddha under construction on the north bank.
Soon, news came out from nowhere that the giant Buddha in Xunyang Grottoes would be completed in the near future, and this news spread throughout the city.
Along with it, there is also a rumor: Jiangzhou Hall is planning to hold a celebration ceremony on the day when the Donglin Giant Buddha is completed, inviting officials and citizens to observe and have fun with the saint.
For a time, there were divergent opinions, and the two pieces of news spread throughout Xunyang, and even spread from Jiangzhou...
…
There is a saying that once the black hair is scattered, it will break someone's waist, and once the ponytail is tied, there will be me and not him.
The white-haired girl was born with a good understanding of this. This should be regarded as the racial talent of the barbarian Hu Ji. Although Tiangui was in the way, her extremely flexible waist was not of much use, but some things happened.
There was a heated argument and the argument lasted very late.
But the waist was not cut off.
After all, Ouyang Rong is an old teacher. In the past, he would stand up to teach and check people's homework without getting tired for a moment.
Not to mention sitting down now.
Anyway, by the next morning, after covering the silver-haired girl with a quilt, he felt refreshed and in the state of a saint.
Ye Weila, on the other hand, was absent from the tea party held by the eldest lady Zhen Shuyuan in the inner house on the afternoon of the second day. The reason why she sent the maid to take her was because she had throat discomfort during the menstrual period. She might have eaten something that was too sweet and her throat was tired.
This slightly strange reason for asking for leave naturally made Zhen Shuyuan murmur. These barbarian Hu Ji have so many strange little problems. They are not as simple and straightforward as the Han girls drinking more hot water. However, the beautiful woman in Luo Qun still gave her half-detailed instructions.
Waiting for the maid, I made some pear soup to clear my throat and send it over...
Ouyang Rong naturally didn't know about these little episodes.
Two days after returning from Xunyang Grottoes, the merit points of the little wooden fish increased a lot, and the crisp sound of the wooden fish in his ears continued intermittently.
It is certain that after the flood control was announced and Xunyang City was lifted from the blockade, the merits earned began to be returned one by one.
In the morning, the sun was shining brightly. Ouyang Rong first went to Xunyang Grottoes and met Rong Zhen who was busy.
The female historian was still the same as before, coming over with a cold and pretty face, as if she didn't have much time to squeeze out, and looked at Ouyang Rong with a somewhat impatient look.
Ouyang Rong was used to it and had a gentle expression. This time he came here to discuss the celebration ceremony held after the "re-completion" of the Donglin Giant Buddha. He talked about the attitudes of King Xunyang, Yuan Changshi and others, and what he had discussed with them.
the result.
After hearing the supportive replies from Li and Yuan, Ms. Shi's expression softened a little.
Afterwards, Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen exchanged opinions, decided on the time, and then dispersed. The celebration days were just in these days.
The two have specializations in their professions and each has his or her own division of labor.
Rong Zhen stayed at the Xunyang Grottoes and continued to set up defenses around the Donglin Giant Buddha that had landed to prevent rebels; Ouyang Rong was sitting in Xunyang City, preparing for the celebration ceremony in a few days.
As the carriage drove away from the peaks of the two peaks, Ouyang Rong opened the beating blue cloth curtain and looked back.
The white mist and blinding magic circle surrounding the Xunyang Grottoes are still continuing, and the inside and outside of the double peaks look completely different.
On the way back, Ouyang Rong took the time to enter the Merit Tower and took a look at the blue-gold font above the small wooden fish.
[Merits: six thousand one hundred and twenty-two]
In the few days after Xunyang City was unblocked, its merits increased by more than 500. This increase only gradually slowed down today, and he came in to take a look at the settlement.
Seeing that his merits had risen back to the level of six thousand, which was twice the safety line of three thousand merits, in the shaking carriage, Ouyang Rongchang took out a breath and murmured:
"Looking at it this way, the effect of the celebration ceremony in a few days should not be bad. Do things in a high-profile manner and be a low-key person. Sometimes you need to publicize and publicize your true actions. You have to keep it hidden. There is really no need to be self-motivated..."
A smile appeared on Ouyang Rong's lips, and he was already a little curious about how much merit the little wooden fish would gain during the celebration ceremony in a few days.
After all, it is an excellent publicity for the Donglin Giant Buddha.
Even if everyone originally had a wait-and-see attitude, they still have to give some face to the pilgrim saint and applaud him. What's more, there are many pilgrims and believers in Donglin Temple and other Buddhist teachings in Jiangzhou. These people must be the most welcoming to Donglin.
The one with the Big Buddha is very pious...
By the time we returned to the Jiangzhou lobby, it was already noon.
Ouyang Rong came to the seat in the main hall and sat down. After chatting with Yuan Huaimin for a few words, he immediately wrote a letter calling Yan Liulang and told him:
"Send someone to send it to Donglin Temple in Longcheng County and hand it over to Master Shandao."
"Yes, Mingfu."
Looking at the back of Yan Liulang leaving with his fists clasped, Ouyang Rong muttered:
"This time the Buddha is about to land. Master, you have to come and have a look. I don't know, but I thought that this Donglin Buddha has nothing to do with your Donglin Temple. This hands-off shopkeeper made it... he is worthy of being the eminent monk who protects the country."
He laughed and shook his head.
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(PS: Sorry, it’s a bit late, this chapter is a bit too coded or2)