Yun Mengze stopped raining.

It's early evening again.

At first, it wasn't long before Di Gong was in a hurry because of someone's sudden coma, and the rain in the sky gradually became smaller without warning.

It seems that like a young county magistrate who passed out, the rain is also tired.

Getting smaller and smaller, and finally in the evening, slowly stopping.

No raindrops fell again.

The dense black clouds that pressed on Yun Mengze's head like a tower in Tianmen suddenly broke a gap.

A golden ray of sunlight pierced through the thick fog above the water.

Before everyone who was stunned could react, a bunch of golden sunsets were like cones into the bag,

The black clouds of the zenith were punctured and there were gaps in the sky.

In the end, what suddenly appeared in front of everyone was the same fiery cloud as that evening.

But this time, no one stopped to linger with luck.

……

Ouyang Rong had a lot of dreams intermittently.

After waking up, I closed my eyes, and felt the soft warmth of the bedding on my body.

Those dreams were blurry.

There are only some uncomfortable feelings left in my heart, which makes people feel a little scared.

I guess it's a cold...... Ouyang Rong, who closed his eyes and exhaled weakly, said secretly.

That is, when Ye Weilai held ginger soup to warm his body, he mentioned that he was weak and susceptible to the wind and cold.

Of course, perhaps the wind chill in this life is a little different from the cold in the previous life.

But it's all the same uncomfortable.

Ouyang Rong doesn't know if anyone else has had it, but since he was a child, he has been suffering from this disease all his life, and he is prone to have that kind of dream of forcing obsessive-compulsive disorder to death.

These dreams were one after another, similar to him being in a smooth car, but the ground under the wheels stumbled, and the route he took was also designed by abnormal people, sliding all the way to an abyss that he vaguely predicted, unable to turn ......

Lying on the bed, he is still very uncomfortable when he looks back on it.

In addition, it is tired, not only physically tired, but also mentally tired.

Ouyang Rong stretched his waist, moved his muscles, and prepared to get up.

Halfway through, I suddenly remembered that in addition to the dream that forced him to die of obsessive-compulsive disorder just now, he also had a lot of childhood dreams.

Not only the childhood of the previous life, but also the childhood of this life, like a dream.

Ouyang Rong became more and more sure of a fact that he didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

This world seems to be indeed his life.

In other words, he came to a place that resembled a parallel time and space.

Well, parallel time and space, it seems a bit of a classic.

Otherwise, how can we explain these similarities, presences, and familiarities......

Ouyang Lianghan in this life may have died after drowning; Or not dead, but just merging with his soul; Or in his previous life, he actually came when he was born in this life, and his memory was sealed until he was unsealed after drowning, so the dungeon that night awakened a soul who had lost his homeland.

But thinking about it this way, Ouyang Rong's mind sank slightly.

Doesn't it mean that his relatives and friends in this life can be regarded as his fetters, and he can't shake them off.

It's just that I don't know what the 10,000 merits of the Pure Land Palace, which was regarded as the hope of going home at the beginning of the awakening, are worth the blessing, after the exchange.

If he can go back, it will be his soul that will return, and Ouyang Lianghan in this life will disappear.

is still like a lotus, giving birth to another petal, with the same memory consciousness, like a fork, he gave birth to a world with two endings, one successfully went back, the other did not go back, or faced other endings.

And then these two are the same, and neither of them knows the existence of the other......

Good guys, matryoshka dolls, right?

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and then realized that he had fallen into a strange circle of mental internal friction, and quickly pulled out, lifted his white palm by the blisters, and patted the hot face with twitching corners of his mouth.

"Whatever, the rainy season is over, the water is over, and it has survived until midsummer, followed by the dry season of autumn and winter...... I can finally pack up and go home......"

On the bed in the room, Ouyang Rong propped up his palms, looked at the furnishings in the room, and nodded.

"Tanlang, you're awake!"

It seems that through the half-hidden window of the main house, I noticed the movement of the bedridden young man in the house.

In the yard, Ye Weilai, who was lowering her head to dry herbs, was happy, her little round face was full of surprise, and her hands stained with herbal scraps wiped her small apron and trotted into the house.

Ouyang Rong nodded, did not answer, turned his head to look at the windowsill next to the sleeping couch, there was a pot of orchids blooming in the golden sun.

It makes people breathe a little lighter, for fear of alarming it.

This is very similar to the Junzi Lan raised by the little junior sister in the courtyard of Yilanxuan in Sufu.

He was a little impressed.

It seems to be in the afternoon.

Ouyang Rong's gaze swept over the room, and then looked down at his slender body held up by his own home.

There are some things that don't even need to be asked about the white-haired maid who covered her chest with her hands and ran loosely, he has already understood some things through clues.

Yun Mengze's heavy rain and rising water should have stopped, and after he passed out, Di Gonggong Gate should not have collapsed.

Otherwise, he would not have woken up in the main house of the small courtyard of Merlin at home now, and he would have been transferred to the mountains long ago, avoiding the flooded county seat.

The white blisters on the body have not healed, proving that he has not been in a coma for long.

In addition, the illness should be almost cured, at this moment, Ouyang Rong was in the house, and saw the medicinal materials and treatment methods for treating fever and cold after the whipping of the little junior sister last time.

Ye Weilai is also smart, so she used it directly.

And on the new futon under him, there is also the familiar fragrance of the delicate body of the white-haired maid and the waist-length silver hair.

It seems that he has been guarding his bed day and night.

"Tan Lang, I'm still unwell, Nu'er went to call the doctor from the medical department invited by the state......"

Ye Weilai was like an agile little squirrel who had just come out of hibernation and came out of the nest in a daze, her white-haired little head approached Ouyang Rong's body wearing only a cardigan, took his hand, and looked around.

"Is Tanlang thirsty, Nu'er will pour you a glass of water......"

The girl with a little deep bags under her eyes seemed to have a lot of talking, chattering non-stop, and before Ouyang Rong could ask, she knelt in front of the couch and raised her little face, and the crystal light of her gray and blue eyes swept over Ouyang Rong's lips, and the topic turned to this one.

In front of the bed, Ye Weilai smiled on her back, wiped the corners of her reddish eyes with the back of her hand, and rushed to the table to pour tea for Ouyang Rong.

"Uh, I'm ......"

Ouyang Rong touched his lips that were a little dry, and no matter how hard his heart was, he couldn't help but feel a little tenderness when he saw this busy little body at this moment.

"Wei Lai, hard work." Ouyang Rong couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's that I don't have a long memory, I have a strong root, and I can soak in the water, which makes you and everyone worry and be afraid......

"Tanlang!"

The girl who seemed to be laughing and was about to pour tea suddenly turned around halfway through, and threw herself into Ouyang Rong's arms like a milk swallow returning home, her blue eyes were full of tears, and she couldn't help but shout.

"Ahem...... Why did you cry your nose? Am I fine? ”

Ouyang Rong coughed twice, raised his arms, paused, or fell down and gently patted the soft and boneless shoulder of the white-haired girl in his arms, and said helplessly:

"That, wipe it down, don't get my snot on me."

"Flutter...... There are no tears, but the eyes are stained with the smell of herbs on the hands, a little smoked and tear-jerking, and there is no snot, not dirty......"

Ye Weilai twisted in her arms, afraid that the man in front of her would dislike her, so she looked up with a small face, her expression was serious, and she explained crisply.

As a result, Ouyang Rong nodded and said, "Snot sucked back?" ”

"......" Ye Weilai.

The master and servant whispered softly for a while, and Ouyang Rong asked some questions about Di Gongzha, Yun Mengze, and the many things that happened in the county town in the past few days that he was in a coma.

Sure enough, it was the same as most of his previous analysis in his mind.

Yun Mengze's torrential rain and rising water stopped less than half a day after he fell unconscious.

The gate did not collapse, but there were many cracks and needed to be repaired urgently.

And these days, Ouyang Rong is in a coma, and the county government is presided over by Diao County Cheng and Yan Liulang, who is the acting county lieutenant.

The people of Longcheng, who had been evacuated to the Dagushan and other refuge camps, returned to the county seat and villages in groups after confirming that the flood had receded.

After the experience accumulated in organizing the Dagushan Evacuation Camp, the county government officials handled the matter of going down the mountain and returning home in a relatively orderly manner.

When he was asleep, most of Longcheng County was fine, and even the Liu family on the west bank, who was secretly stared at by Liu Ashan, was honest and there was nothing suspicious about it.

He even took the initiative to send a few skilled craftsmen to help repair the crumbling Di Gong Gate.

In addition, Liu Zi'an didn't know where to hear about the small crisis on the gate and dam that day, and immediately got rid of the priests of the Dragon King Temple who were bewitching the people, and ran to the county government several times to donate money to express his sincerity and explain......

Ouyang Rong listened silently for a while, and did not summon Yan Liulang, Liu Ashan and others for the time being, then turned his head and asked:

"How long have I been in bed?"

"Half a mile."

Ye Weilai remembered the matter of pouring water, hurriedly stopped leaning on the master's arms, and trotted to the table to pour tea.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the plate of orchids on the windowsill, and suddenly said:

"Little junior sister is back?"

"Well, that day, Xie Xiaoniang returned from the dust and found that Tan Lang was injured, and she was still not at ease, so she went to Jiangzhou one more time and invited a famous doctor in Jiangzhou to take Tan Lang's pulse......

"Little lady Xie will come to visit Tan Lang every day, stay for a whole day, stay for half a day, go out when you have something, and watch every day...... In addition, people from the Su family come to visit from time to time, Su Dalang and Su Xiaoniang ......"

The white-haired little maid broke her small mouth, and she returned to the couch with a cup of hot tea.

Ouyang Rong listened silently.

After understanding the general situation, I couldn't help but look back at the bright sunlight outside the window, and it was difficult to associate it with the picture of black clouds pressing down on the city and the flood not long ago.

"The sun rises as usual...... So...... Are they all over......"

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and muttered.

"What are you talking about?" Ye Weilai said curiously.

"It's fine."

Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand, and was about to take the tea, but he saw the white-haired maid in front of him holding the tea and bowing her head, taking a sip of the tea that Ben poured for him, as if trying to make the tea warm and cool.

The girl seemed to be satisfied, and subconsciously leaned into Ouyang Rong's pink lips with her tea,

Ouyang Rong was stunned.

"Hmm......" Ye Weilai seemed to react, Tan Lang was not in a coma, and he didn't need to drink with his lips and teeth.

Ouyang Rong immediately saw that the white-haired maid in front of him was still in the posture of holding tea and offering him, her little head was quickly lowered, lower than the teacup in her hand, and her neck under the collar of her cardigan quickly flushed a peachy red.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help wiping his dry lips, looked at the inexplicably shy white-haired maid, and some pictures that might have happened when he was in a coma in the past few days flashed in his mind, which was delivering tea like this again and again.

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.

He couldn't help but lift the quilt slightly, and cursed himself in his heart.

Do you want to leak again? When the wind and cold first recovered, it seems that the illness is still not serious enough.

Obviously reacted normally, but it made Ouyang Rong's face straighten, and immediately, he reached into the hand in the futon, and suddenly blindly touched a thin and soft cloth on the sheet, I don't know if it was made of silk transported from the Western Regions, and Ouyang Rong's grinding fingers even had a little cool touch.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously took it out, looked down, his expression was stunned, and he regretted taking it out a little.

I don't know if Yu Guang saw Ouyang Rong's reaction that something was wrong, or that she was still very familiar with the master's body and various reactions.

In front of the bed, Ye Weilai, who was bowing her head to serve tea, suddenly opened her mouth and whispered:

"Master, slaves are really not dirty......

As if in response to Ouyang Rong pretending to dislike her for her runny nose just now, she couldn't help but sigh and explain weakly.

And Ye Weilai's explanation even changed her name...... The master and servant once had an agreement to whisper late at night, Ye Weilai called Tan Lang in front of people, and people could call the master later.

The white-haired maid seems to have discovered a long time ago, as soon as she shouts this title, someone becomes more and more righteous and awe-inspiring, and I don't know if all men are like this, even a gentleman like the master is not exempt from vulgarity, but she only shouts to the master in this life.

Ouyang Rong immediately took the teacup, bent over the futon to sip the tea, and looked out the window.

"Master, the slave has been worried about you for the past two days, in case, you are not there, how can the slave explain to the eldest lady, explain to herself, the slave does not live alone......"

Ye Weilai's words were a little anxious for a while, and she couldn't help herself.

Ouyang Rong put down the teacup and stopped talking.

In this current era, although the atmosphere is gradually opening up, and the status of women is not as lowly and vassal as in previous dynasties, this does not include slaves, and some nobles raise female slaves, which are easy to be bored, and even eighteen or nineteen years old will be disgusted with the old and boring, like the new and hate the old, and are sold or gifted, because slaves are not people, but goods, and they can naturally be traded at will.

Ouyang Rong, who has been an official for several months, of course clearly understands the situation of female slaves, and his heart softens.

Seeing that Ouyang Rong didn't speak, Ye Weilai was a little nervous in the depths of her blue eyes, and waved her hand to explain: "Master, your hands and feet were cold a few nights ago, and the slave was worried, so I covered your feet at the end of the bed, and I forgot to pack my clothes last night......"

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and glanced at Ye Weilai.

The two people who looked at each other seemed to have a heart, and suddenly leaned forward together, as if they were both emotional, and they seemed to be driven by each other's movements.

However, Ouyang Rong seemed to just want to hug the white-haired maid and comfort her, while Ye Weilai wanted to give her best things desperately, including the clumsy lips and teeth that were a little lacking in language at this time.

So, two heads, one big and one small, collided together, and they covered their heads together and were stunned.

However, Ye Weilai was helping the master cover his forehead.

There was silence in front of the bed for a while, and the white-haired maid smiled and pounced forward, burrowing into the nest like a little squirrel.

Ye Weilai consciously wanted to cover everything for him, including the gentleman's righteousness.

The two little hands suppressed this burst of righteousness between heaven and earth.

"The slave will cover the master again, and it will be good to cover it......" she said.

"Don't ......" Ouyang Rong was reluctant to push away the girl's infatuation, and before he could say a word, he was stuck, and he seemed to be covered.

It was crossed as a few days ago.

However, the mouth is easy to cover, how can Haoran righteousness be so easy to suppress?

"Don't move." At a certain moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his mouth to complete the unfinished words.

"Uh-huh." has a well-behaved nasal voice, very sweet and cute, Ouyang Rong feels that this can melt steel.

A round of great day in the sky unscrupulously vented the temperature of noon.

On the windowsill, the pot of orchids shows a light and slender figure, swaying delicately in the afternoon breeze, up and down, and finally facing the sun's bath, it is also warmed up for a while.

The sun rises as usual, and the afternoon is quiet, maybe they all sleep.

I've walked a lot today, and I'm so tired, and I'm a little empty...... Sorry for the water, I have to quit sex from tomorrow, and everyone will check in together

(End of chapter)