On the breakfast table.

Zhen looked sideways and silently looked at Ouyang Rong's silent face.

She couldn't help but have a look of concern in her eyes.

took advantage of Wei Lai to change the bowl of Ouyang Rongsheng's porridge.

The woman in the skirt knocked on the side and asked:

"Why is Tan Lang eating so slowly today, what's the matter, the county government is not busy? Didn't I hear Wan Wan say that the affairs of the sluice gates and the new canal were heavy. ”

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses and took a long breath:

"It's almost over, I'm going to have a little free today and tomorrow, and there's a very important ribbon-cutting ceremony the day after tomorrow...... It was a lot of things that day. ”

Zhen asked: "Then when the time comes, will Tan Lang come back at night to eat, do you want to wait for you?" ”

Ouyang Rong did not reply.

It seemed a little inexplicable, and was looked at a few more times by Zhen.

At this moment, Wei Lai walked in front of Ouyang Rong, carefully held the rim of the porridge bowl with both hands, and bent down to put it down.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and glanced at it.

Wei Lai is wearing a moon-white skirt today, with a short upper body and a long skirt on the lower body, and the skirt waist is quite high.

I don't know if the style of the skirt is too small, or the little girl is deliberately careless, the long skirt on the lower body is compact and looks very close.

In particular, the narrow hips under the cropped waist and the taut fabric just right outline her slender waist, and the rounded arc below it.

Wei Lai's crotch is not too big, but the body is well-proportioned, and the gourd-like undulating arc between the concave and the convex seems to complement each other.

The stiffness of the buttocks, and the beautiful flesh of youth, only one person in this hall knows that he has experienced it carefully when he executed the family law.

It's just that at the moment, he doesn't have time to think about this.

Wei Lai put the porridge bowl away, slowly retracted her hand, and her hot and somewhat red fingers wanted to wipe the corners of the short shirt, ready to turn around and leave.

Ouyang Rong suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed a thin waist, fished it into his arms, and hugged her.

The white-haired maid let out a frightened "ah", caught off guard, and fell into the arms of her master.

For a while, Wei Lai was still dizzy, a little confused, and her straight buttocks were full of pressure on Ouyang Rong's legs.

In a hurry, she looked left and right, and felt the sights like swift arrows cast one after another around her.

So in an instant, Wei Lai's little face quickly appeared a rouge-like flush.

This kind of situation of leaving the Merlin courtyard and hugging and getting close to the master in public is also the first experience for her.

After all, night is night, and day is day.

Wei Lai knew very well that she could be obsessed with her master in private, but she had to refrain from holding back in the public during the day.

She was jealous and secretly seduces her master, and she is wearing a slut hat is small.

But if you accidentally ruin the reputation of the righteous man and gentleman who is spread by the master, it is the big one!

She is to blame for her death.

However, at this moment, someone doesn't seem to care about the collapse of the righteous man and gentleman's personality.

His right arm bent generously around Wei Lai's waist.

The eyes of the Zhen women all fell on this pair of Lang Jun and the personal maid.

Previously, under Zhen's praise and the envy of his peers, Wei Lai, who was still able to maintain a calm and calm attitude.

At this moment, he was stuck in the master's arms, but he was so ashamed that he buried his face in his chest, and his ears were red and he didn't dare to see anyone.

She wanted to push the man's chest down with both hands, but she was reluctant to resist her sweetheart, and she was reluctant to disobey his intentions in the slightest.

But like now, being hugged intimately by the male owner in broad daylight doesn't seem right, it's too chigo.

So in desperation, Wei Lai's mouth trembled and pleaded: "Master... Master...... Someone...... People are ......"

Early in the morning, in front of everyone in the hall, Ouyang Rong hugged Wei Lai in his arms, he turned his head, and said to her seriously:

"Don't call the master, just like the aunt, call Tanlang."

Wei Lai bumped into Ouyang Rong's focused and serious gaze, and her little face was stunned.

In the hall, when the other women except Zhen heard this, their eyes when they looked at the white-haired maid were suddenly full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

As if he had realized something, Wei Lai whispered in a tremolo and muttered this title in public: "Tan Lang ......"

However, Ouyang Rong didn't look at her, he turned his head and looked at Zhen who was speechless across the table.

The woman in the skirt seemed unsurprised by her nephew's surprisingly high-profile act of swearing some kind of intimacy.

The corners of Zhen's mouth dotted with light moles twitched slightly, and his eyes squinted at Ouyang Rong who was hugging Wei Lai.

With a smile, her eyes were meaningful.

The eyes of the beautiful woman in the skirt seem to be able to speak.

seems to be saying to Ouyang Rong:

Okay, Tanlang, I finally know that I want to accept a concubine, and before marrying a wife, I will bury a guarantee for the Ouyang family's incense.

Seeing this, Ouyang Rong swallowed the words that came to his mouth for the time being, and asked rhetorically:

"Why is my aunt looking at my nephew like this?"

Zhen snorted lightly: "Tan Lang is not also watching his aunt." ”

"The aunt saw it too."

"Auntie is not blind."

Zhen sighed, but today she was in a surprisingly good mood and was satisfied:

"In addition to self-cultivation and governing the country, Tan Lang finally remembered that he also had the responsibility of inheriting the Qi family."

Ouyang Rong smiled silently.

Zhen tilted his head slightly, not caring that Wei Lai was in front of him, and asked a little unceremoniously but truthfully:

"Are you sure you really like this white-haired girl?"

Ouyang Rong looked at her and said:

"Even my aunt likes her, how can I not like my nephew."

"Hmph, it's like an old stubborn woman who broke up her marriage in an opera, isn't all this for you, you can like it, then so be it, my aunt has nothing to object to."

Zhen glanced at Ouyang Rong, shook his head, picked up the celadon bowl, and took a small sip of porridge.

The hall of Merlot Park was quiet, Wei Lai, Ban Xi and other maids held their breath and concentrated, and there were only words from the male host and the eldest lady in the hall.

And the two, in a few words, verbally finalized the new name of a personal maid's concubine.

Like the envious half-thin maids, Wei Lai, who has strange blood in foreign countries, understood the meaning of the conversation between Ouyang Rong and Zhen word for word.

Her waist was straight, her blue eyes widened, she couldn't care about being shy for a moment, she hugged Ouyang Rong's waist tightly, and kept murmuring: "Tan Lang Tan Lang ......"

Ouyang Rong gently patted her on the back and put her down, Wei Lai reluctantly hugged him and didn't want to let go.

But the smart little girl immediately realized Ouyang Rong's prompt, and Wei Lai broke away from his warm embrace, and after landing on her toes, she turned around excitedly.

The white-haired maid, who had received her new name, knelt down to the beautiful woman with a mole on the opposite seat and offered tea and meekly saluted.

After the ceremony, the atmosphere was happy, and the other maids had their own congratulations.

And next to the small round table, beside Ouyang Rong, there is also an embroidered stool so far.

Ouyang Rong watched with a smile the whole time, and after drinking the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl, he suddenly put down the bowl and said:

"Auntie, isn't the 'July and a half' in my hometown coming soon?"

Zhen was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and nodded: "That's right, it should be next month, what's the matter, Tan Lang is willing to take time to go back to Nanlong's hometown to worship his ancestors?" ”

The 'July and a half' in Ouyang Rong's mouth is the Zhongyuan Festival, which is another folk name for Jiangnan Province.

It is also the official festival of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Because of the departure of the predecessor of the Great Zhou, the state religion is Taoism, so the three Taoist festivals of Shangyuan, Zhongyuan and Xiayuan are particularly valued, and even the royal family will set up a dojo and make solemn sacrifices.

The people also attach great importance to this, especially the Midyear Festival, which is a day to worship ancestors and sacrifice lonely souls, especially in the southern states and counties with a strong clan atmosphere.

Ouyang Rong is currently serving as the commander of Longcheng, and under special circumstances, he naturally does not need to deliberately return to his hometown in Nanlong, thousands of miles away, to burn incense and worship his ancestors.

In addition, the Nanlong Ouyang clan can only be regarded as a local Shu clan, and in Jiangnan Province, there are many such local Shu clans, just like there are a few in the townships and towns of Longcheng County under Ouyang Rong's current rule.

Compared with the Jiangzuo clans who have been rooted in Jiangnan Province for hundreds of years, they don't pay much attention to it.

In addition, although Ouyang Rong's single room is not the patriarch's room of the Nanlong Ouyang clan at the moment, its status is relatively transcendent.

It was all because he cultivated him, a seed of reading and a weak crown jinshi.

It can be regarded as the most promising one of the two generations of Ouyang family who cultivates and reads heirlooms, well, it can be regarded as the hope of the whole village.

The other clansmen of the Ouyang clan still count on Ouyang Rong to be a big official, his room naturally has a transcendent status in his hometown, and the other rooms are faintly revolving around him.

Therefore, it is nothing if Ouyang Rong does not go back during the Midyear Festival, and the clansmen in his hometown can also understand, and they will enthusiastically prepare the blood food for him to sacrifice to the ancestors.

Just when Zhen was wondering why Tan Lang suddenly mentioned this.

Ouyang Rong's face was calm, and he said softly:

"Recently, I rested, often dreamed of my deceased relatives, and the scenery of my hometown, and when I woke up, I thought that I had been separated for a long time, and I missed it extraordinarily...... It's a pity that I can't return to my hometown to worship my ancestors for the time being.

"Auntie go for my nephew, the relatives worship their ancestors in the middle of July, no one has passed our lineage, it's really not good-looking."

Zhen frowned slightly:

"I'm a woman, even if I go back to Nanlong to do seven and a half months, I can't make incense, Tanlang, what the men do, I can't do it alone, at most burn paper next to it, why don't you stay in Longcheng, wait until the Midyear Festival, let's find a suitable waterside paper burner, and sacrifice it from afar."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and insisted:

"Auntie, you still go back to my hometown for me, it can be regarded as a heart for my ancestors, you can bring it, in fact, don't hide it from my aunt, nephew, I have been a little restless recently, and my heart is empty, and I don't know why.

"After thinking about some major events around me, it seems that the ancestor worship in the Midyear Festival is also one, and it is better to believe it than to believe it not. My aunt will go back to her hometown and sacrifice my ancestors for me, so that my nephew can feel more at ease. ”

A smile appeared on his face, and he looked at Zhen seriously.

The latter's face was a little hesitant, as if he was reluctant to leave, but the woman in Luo Skirt was delicate after all, pondered, looked at Ouyang Rong's face for a while, and asked in a low voice:

"Is it that my aunt is in Dragon City, and she is delaying my nephew's work? Causing some inconvenience? ”

When Ouyang Rong heard this, he was silent for a while, then thought of a reason, and said quietly:

"It's also one of the reasons, auntie, to tell you the truth, the situation in Dragon City has not been stable recently, and I'm a little worried that it will involve you.

"Taking advantage of the stability of these two days, you should go back to your hometown to live for a while, and when you go back and wait for the Midyear Festival, I will send a letter back according to the situation, and it will not be too late for you to return to Dragon City at that time."

Zhen listened quietly for a while, lowered his chin and sighed:

"I see...... Tanlang has been worrying about these things lately......"

Ouyang Rong saw that there was still some hesitation and confusion on this uncle's face.

He tried to squeeze some smiles out of his face, waved his hand and said easily:

"Don't worry, auntie, it's okay for my nephew to stay here alone, just leave some cooks and guys down to help cook and laundry."

"That's it...... Well, the difference of one or two months, anyway, I still have a three-year term in Dragon City, after the Zhongyuan Festival to worship the ancestors, if you really miss me, you can go back directly, the days are still long, just say goodbye, don't worry. ”

Zhen wanted to speak and stopped, raised his head and glanced at his nephew's face several times in a row, and at a certain moment, her hesitant face was swept away, and she smiled at Ouyang Rong forcefully, and nodded in agreement:

"That's okay, go back, have a mid-year festival, Tanlang, you pay attention to safety, when your aunt is not there, you have to take care of your body, remember to eat three meals a day, I will leave some maids to take care of your life, by the way, there is Wei Lai in the ......"

Before Zhen could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Ouyang Rong raising his hand:

"Wei Lai also went back with her aunt to worship her ancestors, so you don't have to accompany me."

The white-haired maid's face, who was still immersed in the joy of gaining recognition and recognition, suddenly changed: "Lord...... Tanlang, the slave stays with you, who will take care of you when the slave leaves, the slave doesn't want to go back, okay. ”

Ouyang Rong didn't turn his head, his eyes looked at the clouds above the eaves outside the door, and he spoke, his tone was a little unquestionable:

"You go back with your aunt, next month's Midyear Festival, you also burn some paper with you, the ancestors of the Ouyang clan are buried under those mounds, after you burn paper and kowtow, they will also bless you, from now on, you can be regarded as a member of the family."

"And ......"

After a pause, he withdrew his gaze from the flowing clouds, turned his head to look at Wei Lai's gray-blue eyes full of sorrow, and the man frowned and explained:

"When I'm not there, you follow your aunt well, everything is under her words, my aunt has some knives and tofu hearts, sometimes it may be too harsh, but it is really good to treat your own people, as long as you are well-behaved and filial, she will also be good to you, understand?"

Wei Lai's small mouth seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end, under Ouyang Rong's serious gaze, she slowly closed her mouth,

The white-haired girl bowed her head in frustration and frowned.

As soon as the name is determined, it is about to be separated, how can the ups and downs of life be so fast.

She stared at the floor and muttered, "Two months apart all at once......

Zhen couldn't help but glance at his nephew's calm face.

For some reason, the perceptive woman in the skirt always felt that the words he asked Wei Lai sounded like an explanation before a long separation......

The discussion at breakfast is only a small episode of the day, but the impact is not.

On the same day, after Ouyang Rong went out, Merlot Park was busy up and down.

It's like a lazy man who suddenly gets up and shakes his body.

Early the next morning.

The atmosphere outside the gate of Merlot Park was lively, and Liu Ahsan took eight men, each driving a carriage to stop in front of the steps.

The doors of Merlot Park are open.

Zhen took Wei Lai, who had a listless face behind him, and commanded the maids, packed the gifts one by one, loaded the carriage, and prepared to part.

(End of chapter)