For the next few days, Xie Lingjiang came every morning.

Unless there are any important members of the Xunyang Palace's side who have a trip out of the city and need to accompany them for safety, she will arrive later.

may feel that the time spent with the elder brother for most of the year is a bit less, and there is a compensatory mentality.

Xie Lingjiang, as a staff master, began to intervene in Ouyang Rong's work and life, just like he did in Dragon City.

However, she doesn't follow all the time, for example, right now, in the morning, Ouyang Rong is going to the Jiangzhou Procuratorate on the next street to report some materials to the female officials in the imperial history and supervision in the state.

Xie Lingjiang didn't follow, just waited in the Jiangzhou lobby, and made an appointment to go back to the Huaiye Lane Mansion for dinner at noon.

This is also the noon routine of the two recently, which made Uncle Zhen Shuyuan's mouth smile and couldn't close it, and she cooked by herself for several days in a row, and the most important thing is that the black chicken, yam and red date soup are not cooked much.

Sure enough, the only one who can restrain the aunt is the little sister who is everyone's best girl.

At the second moment of the first month, Ouyang Rong came to the procuratorate and walked into a public office hall with a familiar car.

Rong Zhen was in his seat, his fingers dipped in tea, writing and drawing on the table.

Ouyang Rong approached.

Rong Zhen didn't raise his eyes, brushed his sleeves on the table, and swept away the water stains.

Ouyang Rong smelled a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers, and even overshadowed the fragrance of tea.

Sitting down in the seat next to him, he glanced at the teacup with Rong Zhen's fingers dipped in water, and there were osmanthus petals inside.

"I'm not late today."

Rong Zhen wiped his hands.

"I don't think I've been late for a day."

"But every time I go on time, I guess the Jiangzhou lobby is also very busy, and I need to step on it."

Ouyang Rong coughed, didn't answer, and chatted about business.

But as he talked, he looked around.

Rong Zhen saw it, Ban Mian took out an oiled paper bag from his sleeve and handed it over.

"Next time you solve the breakfast by yourself, this palace doesn't have time to bring it to you every day."

Ouyang Rong was unceremoniously, opened the oiled paper bag, nibbled on the oily hemp cake, and said vaguely:

"Okay."

"What do you do every morning?"

"Say, busy."

Ouyang Rong's mouth was stuffed with cakes, and he spoke one after another, and the corners of Rong Zhen's mouth were downward, not wanting to pay attention to anyone anymore.

She brought him breakfast for the past few days.

In the first few days, Allah was still allowed to move, and in the back, Ouyang Rong should have gotten up, and every time he came back, he asked if there was anything to eat, and treated this place as a kitchen.

Her face turned a little cold.

After chatting about business, Ouyang Rong prepared to leave, patted his ass and left.

However, looking at Rong Zhen's silent expression, coupled with the fact that there was no crisp wooden fish sound in his ears.

He paused, sat back in his seat, and poured himself a cup of tea.

Then under the unkind eyes of a certain female historian, she also refilled her teacup with a cup of tea.

"This golden autumn osmanthus is blooming again." Ouyang Rong smiled.

"If you don't have anything to say, you can not say it."

"Yes, how can there be nothing to say, seriously, Rong Zhen, I talk a lot when I see you, but you have a straight face, and I am embarrassed to say it, and I forget it if I want to say it again."

"Isn't that just nothing to say?"

"No, it doesn't count." He shook his head resolutely.

"That's the opposite, when I see you, this palace doesn't want to talk."

"It must be the same as me, I was too embarrassed to say it, and then I forgot about it."

Rong Zhen was noncommittal, took a sip of tea, and asked rhetorically:

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

Ouyang Rong pointed to the water stains on the table: "What are you writing?" ”

"I won't tell you."

In the atmosphere of private chatting at this moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly showed a sad and sighing expression, and said in a sad tone:

"Hey, it is worthy of Rong Zhen, a genius of the Yin and Yang family, a congenital Yin and Yang holy body, and a person known as Si Tianjian Xiao Si Ming, Rong Da Nushi, there is already a layer of sad thick barriers between us, and the little friendship in the courtyard of Xingzifang is also a cloud of smoke.

"Okay, I understand, it's estimated that I'm thinking about going back to the capital in the future, of course I can't ask about it. In the future, Rong Da Nu Shi can say a few kind words in front of His Majesty, and the lower officials will already be very content. ”

"What thick barrier? What are you talking nonsense? ”

Rong Zhen glanced at him with disgust.

Ouyang Rong asked rhetorically:

"You just say it's not right, are you not the year of jasper into the sixth grade, the year of the letter can be into the top grade, the promising history of Rong Da girl? Unlike me, I can only shrink in a small Jiangzhou, tired and tired. ”

"What does this have to do with me not telling you? Can't it be that I'm in a bad mood, don't want to pay attention to you, and don't mean to look down on you? ”

Rong Zhen put down the teacup, sat upright, and asked with a glance.

Ouyang Rong suddenly realized: "It turned out that he was just in a bad mood, then it's okay, goodbye......"

"Are you alright?" Her newly relieved face suddenly pulled down.

"Just kidding." Ouyang Rong, who was about to leave, sat back in his seat and made a gesture of respect: "You speak, I listen." It's all friends, and if you're unhappy, you can say it, and let me open it too...... I can't be happy for a while, well, I empathize. ”

Rong Zhen's eyelids drooped and he whispered: "It's better, don't ask." ”

"Okay."

He really didn't ask, but as a result, Ouyang Rong, who had just gotten up to leave, was frozen by Rong Zhen's words:

"You only praise others, but you are not also promising, such a young governor Shi, looking at this dynasty, is also the first one."

Ouyang Rong sighed:

"That's also a hard life, maybe it's a long history now, and more than ten years later, going around and around, it's still the history of a certain governor."

Rong Zhen corrected with a serious face:

"Ouyang Lianghan, you have done a good job, at least...... It's the best I've ever seen, and there's no need to be presumptuous.

"I can't say, we can meet again in Luodu next year."

"Then I'll lend you good words."

Rong Zhen thought about it for a while, and surprisingly admonished:

"When the Donglin Giant Buddha is completed, your credit will definitely be enough, don't resign as an official in Beijing when the time comes, understand, Ouyang Lianghan, are you listening?"

"In. In this way, we can indeed meet in the capital, and the credit of the Donglin Giant Buddha is enough for you to go back. ”

Rong Zhen shook his head: "I will definitely go back if I go back, but this palace can't tell the time, and if I don't find the lewd thief who wrote butterfly love flowers, this palace won't leave." ”

Ouyang Rong asked quietly: "Well, in case he is not in Xunyang, you can't stay here all the time." ”

Rong Zhen was silent for a while, and nodded slowly: "This palace has a hunch that this lewd thief is still in Xunyang." ”

"Hunch? That's fine, the woman's hunch is generally accurate. He nodded in approval.

"You also trust Hongu's judgment?"

"Hmm."

Rong Zhen turned his head, looked at his side face a little distractedly, and muttered:

"The female officials and colleagues around are now privately complaining about the palace, feeling that the palace is stunned, and in the words of Buddhism, they are screaming. On the Luoyang side, the people in the prison are also quite subtle.

"Ouyang Lianghan, now you believe in this palace."

Ouyang Rong sighed: "It's mainly me...... I admire you. This spirit is very good, or that sentence, there is endless joy in struggling with others, I am so, and I will send you. ”

"Okay."

She nodded heavily, muttering, "It's a lot of fun." ”

Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes to drink tea, stretched out his hand again, and silently refilled a cup for her.

Around the tea table, the two of them silently quieted down.

Oh, Rong Zhen came back to his senses, turned his head to look at the free and casual weak crown Changshi in front of him, and asked:

"Do you know what holiday tomorrow is?"

"What section?"

"Winter Clothes Festival."

"What kind of holiday is this?" Ouyang Rong was curious: "It's a little familiar." ”

"The Winter Clothes Festival is not much on the Jiangnan side, the people in Guanzhong and the two capitals like it, and His Majesty also loves to celebrate, and every year the Winter Clothes Festival will give clothes to hundreds of officials, and at the same time reward some sachets in the palace......"

"Oh."

Ouyang Rong didn't care and said:

"No wonder, I said why I didn't remember it, it turned out to be a festival for people in the city...... The main thing is not to take a holiday, otherwise I will definitely remember it and never forget it. ”

He smiled again.

Rong Zhen pursed his lower lip, took something out of his sleeve, and threw it into someone's lap.

"Every Winter Clothes Festival in Luodu, in addition to the clothes given by beautiful women, some ...... Friends will also give each other sachets, which can be regarded as a blessing to ward off evil spirits, but they need to be worn for one day on the same day to be effective. ”

"It's ......"

Ouyang Rong looked at the sachet in his hand in a daze, sniffed his nose and found that there was a strong fragrance of osmanthus flowers, only to hear Rong Zhen say again:

"These female officials of our procuratorate are all from the capital, they have not returned this year, they have nothing to do, they want to make a few sachets, pick some golden autumn laurel seeds and put them in it, and give one more to the palace, just redundant, you take it, wear it tomorrow to ward off evil spirits."

After a pause, she stared at the scenery outside and said, "Remember, wear it for a day." ”

"Oh yes."

Ouyang Rong left with this osmanthus flavored sachet in a daze.

Going out, he returned to the carriage and looked down at the sachet.

The pattern on it should be embroidered by a woman's own hands, a stitch and a thread, at first glance it is not made of the exquisite embroidery of the market shops, but a rusty and clumsy craft, it seems that it is indeed made by those female officials who have nothing to do.

There is a faint fragrance of osmanthus on the sachet.

"These female officials are really idle, and so is Rong Zhen...... Wait, wear it for a day? ”

Ouyang Rong reacted and quietly glanced at the Jiangzhou lobby where someone was waiting.

"I'll have to come over tomorrow morning...... Hey, okay, what kind of Winter Clothes Festival, it's still good in Jiangnan, there are no bells and whistles. ”

He silently put away the sachet, thought about it, and was not safe, so he took out a box and put it in it to hide the aroma.

The box was hidden, and he immediately opened the doors and windows to ventilate it.

"Ali, don't go back to the Jiangzhou lobby yet, take a walk around outside." Ouyang Rong suddenly commanded.

"Yes, Tanlang."

After the carriage walked around the nearby streets twice, he felt that the smell in the carriage had dissipated a lot, and then Shi Shiran returned to the Jiangzhou lobby.

"That, it's harder, you go wash the carriage and pick me up and my little sister at noon."

Ouyang Rong commanded again, turned around and entered the lobby.

On the unmanned corridor, he took off his clothes and trembled, frowned and sniffed, and when he passed by the corridor, he stopped, folded an osmanthus flower, and hid it in his sleeve.

"Senior brother is back?"

"Hmm."

"It's ......"

"Yours."

"It's good, what are you doing with broken branches."

"I think it's very fragrant, I want you to smell it too."

Looking at the serious Ouyang Rong, Xie Lingjiang complained in his mouth, but his body still took it honestly, bowed his head and sniffed.

After a while, she put it in a vase and helped him place it on the desk in the office.

The two went back to eat at noon, and came to Xunyang Wangfu in the evening.

After dinner, the crowd dispersed.

Ouyang Rong sent Xie Lingjiang back to the courtyard.

happened to meet Lidalang, and the two walked on the corridor together.

Leaving Dalang to send Ouyang Rong out, the former advised:

"Tomorrow's holiday, Lianghan will also come over for dinner tomorrow night, with Miss Xie."

"What section?" Ouyang Rong asked subconsciously.

"Winter Clothes Festival, our family celebrates every year, oh, think of it, at that time last year, it was still in the Su Mansion in Longcheng, and Lianghan was still controlling the water at that time, and he was not familiar with us."

Hearing the words "Winter Clothes Festival", Ouyang Rong coughed, ready to find an excuse to refuse to leave.

At this moment, Li'er suddenly came with a colorful ribbon and other maids.

"Brother, wait."

She took out a sachet from her sleeve and handed it to Lidalang.

Then he glanced at Ouyang Rong again.

"It just so happens that you're there, there's one more, it's for practice."

He took another one from Bao'er and threw it to him, and said:

"This sachet has the meaning of warding off evil, I put a few petals of residual chrysanthemums in the corner of the courtyard into it, instead of mourning the flowers, it is better to protect the living, well, you will come over tomorrow to eat grandma's dinner, remember to wear it."

"Ah Mei can also embroider to make sachets?" Lida Lang asked curiously.

Ouyang Rong's face changed slightly, and he just wanted to hand back the sachet, but the colored ribbon was already crisp and spoken:

"Da Lang, Ouyang Gongzi, you don't know, this is the first time that Miss embroidered, and she made two more, and I wonder how to make one more......"

"Ribbons."

Li'er suddenly spoke, and the little girl with a bun face immediately shut up.

The little girl in plum blossom makeup looked at Li Dalang without squinting, and didn't look at Ouyang Rong.

"Practice."

She said again to her brother:

"I should give clothes on the Winter Clothes Festival, but I don't know how to make clothes, give them to my mother, the sachet is simple, just don't dislike it."

"It's already very powerful, thank you Ah Mei, Ah Mei is really caring."

Lida Lang looked happy.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at Li'er's side face.

Libao'er was surrounded by a group of maids, and before leaving, when he passed in front of Ouyang Rong, he stopped and asked:

"Did that pill last time work?"

"Thank you for your generosity, princess."

Ouyang Rong sighed, and his tone was sincere:

"I owe the princess a favor."

As Lu Jian said, the gift pill of the Yuqing Palm Sect is indeed very precious, but as soon as he begged it, a certain little princess with plum blossom makeup gave it to him without saying a word.

Li'er nodded calmly: "That's fine." Favors are free. ”

Turn around and walk away.

Ouyang Rong swallowed his words politely, looked down at Li'er's sachet, and after a while, he looked at Lida Lang silently.

I saw that my friend was happily wearing the sachet, with a relieved brother expression who did not pet his sister in vain.

"Lianghan, why are you looking at me?"

"It's nothing, I just want to see you."

“……”

Li Dalang shrank his head: "Don't be like this, I'm a little scared." ”

Ouyang Rong ignored him, turned his head to look at the little junior sister's boudoir not far away, and suddenly asked:

"Da Lang, Jinling... Will there be a Winter Clothes Festival? ”

"It seems that there are too, if you ask Miss Xie, it will be clear, I remember that she also sent a sachet to Mr. Xie in Luoyang last year."

"Understood."

He nodded.

Tie up the sachet from Da Lang, clap his hands, leave satisfied, and don't forget to say:

"Tan Lang remember to come to dinner tomorrow night, Grandma should cook it herself, you are really blessed......"

"Okay, it will be there."

Lida Lang passed by Ouyang Rong's side, but the latter suddenly reached out and pulled the sachet from Da Lang's waist, and then calmly took it into his arms, as if it were his own.

"Lianghan, what are you doing? Don't you have one, how can you rob me! He asked urgently.

"Jianghu emergency, don't ask."

Without waiting for his friends to ask more, Ouyang Rong had already turned his head and slipped away.

(End of chapter)