"I can't go to Dalang to drink anymore."

In the evening of this day, at the gate of the county ya, Ouyang Rong said to Yan Liulang, who was rushing to catch up with him behind him.

The latter was stunned, "Mingfu wants to quit drinking?" ”

Ouyang Rong shook his head and said seriously:

"No, Liulang, think about it, what kind of system does it become when you go to other people's houses to eat and drink every day, and the fish and water conditions of the officials and the people are not so rainy."

Yan Liulang touched his chin:

"But Ming Mansion, this is our personal relationship with Da Lang, what does it matter? Da Lang is angry, we can't be angry, if you don't go, you won't give face, Da Lang will definitely not be happy. ”

The corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched, and he immediately said to Yan Liulang, who was more shameless than him and loved white prostitutes:

"There is no reason for it to pass every day, it is too frequent, so that outsiders can see it, and the impact is not good."

Yan Liulang was still distressed about the meal ticket and wine ticket, and said with a struggling face: "What the Ming Mansion said is reasonable, but Uncle Su didn't ask us to do anything, it's just a private relationship, and the public and private are clear, so we have a clear conscience." ”

"You have a clear conscience, but your conscience will hurt."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand to drive people away, he turned around and left, leaving a sentence:

"Okay, let's go back, I've declined today's invitation, so let's not go recently. Hey, I don't know why there are so many banquets in Dalang's mansion, and they don't have a heavy sample, and they change their tricks every day......

"It's really extravagant and wasteful, where did the money of the Dalang family come from, and I didn't see what Uncle Su did to make a living, did he sit and eat ancestral property? That's not to say, but what if...... You'll have to go back and find out. ”

Yan Liulang looked at the departing back of a young county magistrate's righteous qi in a daze, and the faint muttering of righteousness made the corners of his eyes twitch.

Ouyang Rong returned to Merlot Garden.

In fact, Su Xian and Su Fu's father and son's overly enthusiastic and frequent invitations made him embarrassed, and indeed had some doubts.

Return to Merlin's courtyard.

Pushing open the courtyard door, Ouyang Rong glimpsed that under the grape trellis, there was a silver-haired waist-length figure holding a tree branch, dancing around, poking left and right.

"Vilai? What are you doing? ”

Ouyang Rong said curiously.

Ye Weilai quickly threw the small branch in his hand to the side, put his hands behind his back, stood straight, nodded and said honestly:

"Lord Yin, the slave is practicing martial arts, and he will protect him in the future."

She looked serious.

Ouyang Rong chuckled, glanced at the bare and slender twigs on the ground, he nodded, and gave an expression of affirmation and encouragement:

"Practice hard, and the master will rely on you in the future."

Speaking of this, Ouyang Rong smiled again, walked over, and gave a blow to the head.

"Hmm, okay!" Ye Weilai nodded her head vigorously, and looked left and right again, "The master is tired of dealing with a day's official business, wipe his face first, rest, the slave will go to the back kitchen to urge the embroidery girl, and dinner will be delivered soon." ”

The white-haired maid trotted into the house aggressively with the double maiden temples that had been rubbed by someone, holding a hot towel that had just come out of the basin in both hands, handed it to Ouyang Rong, and turned her face to walk out of the courtyard.

Ouyang Rong looked at Ye Weilai's back as he went out, and shook his head with a smile.

He crouched down, picked up the long branch on the ground, and placed it on the swing next to him.

Speaking of which, Wei Lai is indeed not very old, and a girl of this age is the flower season for Caesar to play, but in this era, she has to serve as a maid.

It's just that recently, why does this little girl like a boy like to play with sticks?

Ouyang Rong didn't care too much.

At that moment, the sound of the piano came from behind.

Ouyang Rong, who was standing in the courtyard, and Ye Weilai, who had not walked out of the courtyard door a few steps, were stunned and looked back.

"Master, what is this?"

The sound of the piano seemed to come from the back of the courtyard, in the depths of the nearby plum forest.

It doesn't seem too far away.

"How can someone play the piano there, and who will run there?"

Ye Weilai stopped, her little face slightly confused.

This piece of Merlin is located at the back of the courtyard, and the maids of Merlot Garden, unless they pass through this courtyard, how can they enter this piece of Merlin.

Could it be that the sound of this piano came from the adjacent Su Mansion in the rear......

Ye Weilai frowned and wanted to return, Ouyang Rong turned his head and said, "You go to the back kitchen to prepare food." ”

Ye Weilai looked at the calm appearance of her master who lowered his head and silently wiped his face, so he had no choice but to nod and turn to leave.

After the white-haired maid left, Ouyang Rong hung the hot towel on the shelf, turned around, and walked in the direction of Merlin at the back of the courtyard.

He came to a back door that had not been opened for a long time, unlocked it, pushed open the wooden door, and entered the Merlin.

Since the last time the little junior sister recovered from her illness, he hadn't taken this Merlin path for a long time and went to Su Mansion.

The main thing is that this Merlin path comes to an end, and it has to pass through the boudoir of that Su Xiaomei.

I remember that it seems to have been locked up, and it seems that outsiders are not allowed to pass.

But now this familiar sound of the piano......

On the path between the plum forests, Ouyang Rong, who was thoughtful, had just walked halfway, slowly stopped, and stood in place.

I saw that in the Yating on the side of the road in front of me, which had been abandoned for a long time, there was a stone carved shadow wall, and the sound of the piano was coming from behind the shadow wall, as if someone was playing the piano.

The shadow wall obscured the figure of the person playing the piano, but there was a maid standing by and could see the figure.

This maid seems to be holding an umbrella in her arms, faintly wearing the Sufu maid costume that Ouyang Rong is familiar with.

Ouyang Rong looked at it silently.

Didn't immediately step forward.

He had heard the sound of the piano once a few days ago.

In the end, he also left a "six" character.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the way he came, as if hesitating.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw that a little girl with a bun face walked out of the pavilion, as if she had found Ouyang Rong's figure, and this time she walked straight to him.

The little girl with a bun face looked quite cute and aura, holding a red oil-paper umbrella in her arms, and came to Ouyang Rong.

"Lang Jun is polite." She saluted.

Ouyang Rong seemed to remember something, and looked at the familiar baby fat on the girl's face.

He nodded, "Excuse me." ”

I want to go.

"Huh!"

Caishou stepped forward and called out to Ouyang Rong, she blushed slightly, and said crisply: "Lang Jun still remember this oil-paper umbrella?" ”

Ouyang Rong was slightly surprised, glanced at the umbrella she handed over, took it and touched it, and began to remember.

"Is it the month before last in the Dagu Donglin Temple, it seems to have some impressions."

Hearing this, Caishou smiled and dewled her dimples, but she pouted slightly: "Lang Jun is really a noble person who forgets things, but my young lady is still fresh in her memory and will never forget ......"

When Caishou said this, the sound of the alpine flowing water piano that had been coming from the pavilion behind him suddenly broke for a moment, and then continued again, but the sound of the piano was a little off, and it seemed that the fingers that plucked the strings were a little unstable.

Ouyang Rong was stunned.

Caishou quietly stuck out the tip of her tongue, no longer chattering, and straightforwardly explained her intentions:

"I met my son today, and the young lady asked the slave to return the umbrella, thank you Xiaolangjun for giving the umbrella that day."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "There is no need to be polite. ”

Caishou said:

"Then Lang Jun is not polite, my young lady is invited, the son enters the pavilion to talk, this twilight, Merlin appreciates the piano, it is also an elegant matter.

"My young lady is an elegant little lady like a crane in the clouds, Lang Jun, you are also an elegant Confucian from the academy, today Meilin met by chance, the sound of the piano attracts guests, but it is fate.

"So there's no need to be polite, you don't have to care about too much red tape, okay with Lang Jun?"

Ouyang Rong looked at the sparkling eyes of the little maid with a bun face in front of him, he thought about it and nodded lightly.

"It's hard to be gracious, so it's better to be respectful than to obey your fate."

It's really okay at the moment, but I want to see what kind of map of Yan Country is this...... Ouyang Rong walked straight into the pavilion unceremoniously and bypassed the shadow wall.

into view.

The beauty is dressed in a black robe, and her skin is covered with snow.

Three thousand green silk is curled up with a finely carved plum hairpin and bundled into a biluo hibiscus crown.

Long piano table.

Incense copper stove.

Opposite the beauty, there is a coffee table.

There are two teacups.

It has been filled with seven points full of tea.

Ouyang Rong sat down behind the coffee table, picked up a teacup in his hand, took a sip, he raised his head and said calmly:

"Good tea, good fragrance, good piano, it's a pity that I don't know much about advanced piano skills, and I can only have some Riba people."

The sound of the piano was heard suddenly, Su Bao'er's ten fingers were suspended in the air, slightly pressed on the strings, and sat on the piano platform in place, she only nodded with a blank face, and said lightly instead of the worldly salute:

"Wonderful text, wonderful poetry, wonderful people, the son is here in person, and it is already spring and snow."

Ouyang Rong smiled, raised his glass to sip tea, and seemed to be unkind, staring straight at Su Xiaomei in front of him, who was dressed as a man.

Seems to be looking.

After all, who doesn't like to look at beauties, besides, this is one of the most beautiful faces Ouyang Rong has ever seen in this world, Ouyang Rong does not hesitate to look at and hide his thoughts.

Su Bao'er was also not shy, with her waist held high, her chin pointed, her lips pursed, her eyes dark, and she looked at the man in front of her.

Big generous.

"The girl is the wonderful person." Ouyang Rong sighed, and his words changed suddenly, "You are Su Dalang's little sister?" ”

"It turns out that Childe already knows."

"Little junior sister mentioned it a little." Ouyang Rong paused, "Da Lang didn't say much about you, girl. ”

Su Bao'er was not surprised at all, nodded and asked, "Sister Xie, where did you go, why did you suddenly go out and leave no news." ”

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and drank tea: "Going out to do business, it is related to a case in the county government, I should be back soon, Miss Su doesn't have to worry." ”

Su Bao'er looked at him.

Between the two, the atmosphere was quieter, and they each drank tea.

Occasionally look at each other.

For some reason, although they looked at each other frequently, Su Bao'er felt that the gaze of Ouyang Lianghan in front of her did not make her annoying.

Is it because the other party is a handsome man? Su Bao'er thinks it's not, she has seen a lot of handsome men and beautiful women, and the whole Su family is a Peugeot character, but she really doesn't like it.

Because this person's eyes are clear and focused, when he stares at her, his eyes do not move at all, and his pupils are concentrated.

There is no such thing as the kind of cringe that I want to see but am afraid to see too much and worry about the image in the hearts of beauties, taking into account the self-esteem of some poor men.

Su Bao'er has seen a lot of this kind of man with self-esteem on the surface and inferiority on the inside, of course, she has also seen a lot of pretending to be indifferent.

But the eyes of Ouyang Lianghan in front of him generously cast are a kind of eye color that appreciates beauty.

It's like when you see a beautiful flower on the top of a mountain, you can only admire it from afar and marvel at the Creator's miraculous workmanship.

Instead of possessing it, reach out and pluck it.

Because people are naturally possessive and protective of beautiful things.

And the complete clarity of the gaze is counter-intuitive.

So this is also rare for most self-centered men in the world.

It can only be said that in his heart, he really doesn't want to pick at all.

It's just the indifferent mind of traveling through the beautiful scenery, and the eyes are full of only appreciation.

As for the flowers, she will naturally appreciate such a unique passerby, which is what Qingshan should be when he sees me.

Su Bao'er suddenly picked up the teacup, withdrew her gaze, and took a sip.

Raising her eyes again, she broke the silence:

"The little woman is a little puzzled, what is the explanation of the 'six' word you left behind in the water pavilion outside Juxian Garden that day?"

Ouyang Rong smiled faintly, sipped tea, and didn't speak immediately.

Su Bao'er didn't know that someone was muttering in her heart, she frowned slightly, seemed to think about it again, shook her head slightly, and insisted with a face:

"Don't say it, childe, the little girl will think about it, it's the little woman who looks good, and she shouldn't ask too much."

She raised her eyes, exhaled softly, and leaned forward a little:

"Then let's talk about yesterday. Childe left a wonderful poem in the drunken man's pavilion, which surprised the little woman. ”

Ouyang Rong's eyes darkened, put down the teacup, and said sincerely: "If I say that I wrote it casually, will the girl believe it?" ”

The pavilion fell silent.

Ouyang Rong was about to speak again, but suddenly found that the goose egg face of the Daoguan girl in front of him, which overshadowed the evening scene of Dusk Merlin, gradually revealed... Elegant smile.

"Believe, of course I believe it, what the son said, the little girl believes it."

Su Bao'er looked at him with a smile and tapped his head.

"Really?" Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Really."

Su Bao'er's chin was habitually raised, and because of this elegant lady's sitting posture with her head held high, a touch of snow-white complexion was faintly revealed between the collared Taoist robe under her thin neck.

In the evening pavilion, which is quite dimly lit, it is also very dazzling white.

Ouyang Rong felt that it was inconvenient to look at this scene, so he lowered his head and sipped tea, "Just believe it, let's not mention this." ”

Su Bao'er's faint voice then reached his ears:

"Of course, Childe writes casually, but just like all scenes are love words, the poet writes unintentionally, but there is a naked heart between the lines."

An elegant smile appeared at the corner of Su Bao'er's mouth, and she chanted softly:

"The Han Emperor is heavy on color and thinks about the country...... A good heavy color, a good thinking of the country, obviously you are the emperor of the Han Dynasty, why can't you find the color of the country?

"The whole world belongs to the Han Emperor, but there is no one around him who is inclined to the country, this is not that he can't find it, but there are ministers in charge, even if the Han Emperor is thirsty for color, it is difficult to find the color of the country.

"It seems that some people seem to have their own unique views on the court situation, comparing themselves to vanilla beauties, with the color of the country, different from those vulgar women who scratch their heads and pose in the court, but it is a pity that they are jealous of the women, and it is difficult to meet the Han Emperor."

Su Bao'er leaned forward unconsciously, staring at Ouyang Rong with burning eyes, admiring her eyes.

This situation is like Ouyang Rong staring at her after sitting down not long ago.

Su Bao'er looked at him, as if she was also appreciating another special kind of national color.

She doesn't eat face, but she eats something else.

Ouyang Rong's teacup froze at the edge of his mouth, and his left eyelid jumped twice uncontrollably.

He couldn't help but glance at the little sister of the Su family who was elegantly holding her head high and Zhizhu in front of her.

I wonder if my ears are misheard.

Su Dalang's sister is going to ...... with me Key Politics?

Ouyang Rong turned his face and silently looked around.

The sunset is slanting in the west, the plum branches are shaken in the wind, the old pavilion is fragrant, and the tea is steamed.

In this situation, it should have been a clear conversation, but a certain little beauty in front of him showed him a cat-like squinting and stealing look, and in her ears was her deliberately lowered pleasant voice.

Wait, doesn't it mean that this is an indifferent and elegant little lady like an idle cloud and a wild crane, but what kind of strange way is this opened?

Hey, can we not talk about such a dangerous topic.

(End of chapter)