From Xunyang Palace, return to Huaiye Lane Mansion.

Ouyang Rong went to bed early.

Nothing was said all night.

Ouyang Rong got up early to get dressed.

The sky outside the doors and windows was still a dull gray.

"Why did Tan Lang wake up so early today? Turning over and over all the time, is it thinking about something? ”

Ye Weilai was dressed in a white nightdress, kneeling on the bed to arrange the bedding, and asked in a strange tone.

"I went to bed early last night." Ouyang Rong whispered.

Ye Weilai walked over, half-hugged his waist from behind, leaned out of Ouyang Rong's side with a small face, carefully looked at the reflection in the bronze mirror, and carefully fastened his belt.

"Is there something important about Tan Lang today?" She suddenly felt distressed and frowned: "Tan Lang has lost weight, you see that the belt is an extra section." ”

Ouyang Rong didn't seem to hear it, and he didn't look at the gesture of her lace-up palm below, turned his head and asked:

"Isn't there a custom of having a winter clothes festival in our family?"

"Winter Clothes Festival?" The white-haired maid was stunned for a moment and shook her head, "I didn't listen to the eldest lady's orders in advance, it should be nothing." ”

"That's good. Everything is simple, everything is simple. ”

Ouyang Rong rubbed his face, muttered out the door, hooked a small burden with his two fingers, and took away a certain Mo family sword box by the way.

"Morning."

At the gate, he said hello to Ali, took two items, and boarded the long-awaited carriage.

The carriage drove slowly, and the deeper the autumn, the shorter the days and the longer the nights.

At the same time of travel, the sky outside the car has been brightened in the summer, but now, it is gray, and there is no daylight, but the streets that have been quiet all night have become lively.

However, Ouyang Rong didn't care about this, and focused on other places.

Inside the carriage, he first sniffed the air, and then frowned slightly:

"Sure enough, it still tastes ......"

As he spoke, he pushed open the window and lifted the curtains, revealing the sound of the wind and the noise of the market outside.

For the time being, I can't smell the faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

Ouyang Rong bent down and took out a small black box that he had hidden yesterday from the empty space under the seat, and after opening it, he took out an orange-red sachet from it.

This hostess embroidered a very worrisome orange-red sachet with a scent of osmanthus flowers.

It was sent by Rong Zhen yesterday, and I heard that it was made by those female officials of the Supervision Yuan who picked up the golden autumn laurel under the tree when they were homesick and had nothing to do.

"Why do you put so many cinnamon seeds, this smell."

Someone frowned, grabbed some orange-ripened guizi from the sachet and threw it out the window, but unfortunately the sachet was still fragrant, and soon, he restrained his expression.

"Fortunately, I expected ......," muttered.

When he arrived at the street near the Jiangzhou lobby, Ouyang Rong quickly closed the curtains and car doors, and no longer ventilated.

He sniffed left and right.

Although there are still there, the cinnamon fragrance in the carriage has faded a lot, and it is almost impossible to smell.

Ouyang Rong no longer hesitated, opened the sword box quickly, and stuffed the orange red sachet of a certain "Source of Calamity" in his hand.

After a while, he stroked the long sword box that rested horizontally on his knee and smiled slightly.

"You're still reliable, you can hide anything."

Ouyang Rong bent down and placed the long sword case in the empty position under the seat.

At the same time, there was also the small burden that was brought out in the morning, which was also pressed on top of the wooden box.

This sword box is not only a collection of wind, but also a confined space that can lock in the aroma.

"It works pretty well." Ouyang Rong couldn't help but mutter.

"What's good, Tan Lang is not telling me to ......" Ali's puzzled voice came outside.

"Nope. After a while, it's time to call me. He turned his head and commanded.

"Yes, Tanlang."

Ali agreed earnestly, and seeing that there was no more noise in the carriage behind him, he concentrated on driving the carriage.

Soon, the carriage arrived at the Jiangzhou lobby, and Ali turned his head to call his son-in-law......

After sending Ouyang Rong away, the new horseman Ali turned his head and went to the stable, ready to feed Dongmei some rations of forage.

I didn't see the strange official surnamed Yuan today, and the man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After being busy for a while, as soon as he relaxed, Ali heard the conversation between Gongzi and the noble daughter of the Xie family not far away.

He got out of the way and went to the stables to clean the trough.

Not far away, two people walked up.

"Why does Senior Brother have to go to the Supervision Yuan every day?"

"Do you want to be together?"

"Forget it, don't go, didn't you say that the female official with the face of arrears is also there, and I'm not interested in going over to give her a cold face."

"That's just as well."

"How are you interested in going?" A certain Xie noblewoman suddenly lowered her voice: "By the way, is she still pursuing that matter......

"Well, there is a mention."

"No wonder Senior Brother goes over every day to take a look......"

"Ahem, you really have to keep an eye on it."

Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang walked to the back door and stopped.

Ouyang Rong glanced at Ali.

"Tan Lang, wait a minute."

The latter immediately went to lead the horse and prepare the carriage.

While waiting, the slim and jade Xie family girl who was standing next to Ouyang Rong with her back hand in red suddenly asked:

"Do you know what festival is today?"

"What?" Ouyang Rong looked curious.

Xie Ling Jiang Yanran smiled:

"Guess."

"Hot spring foot soaking festival."

“？”

"Then I can't guess." He sighed.

"Hmph, I'll tell you when I close my eyes." She wasn't angry.

Ouyang Rong restrained his smile and closed his eyes solemnly.

Immediately, he felt something tied to his waist.

Open an eye.

Really.

It is a lotus white sachet.

I saw that it was finely embroidered, the silk thread was shining, and the sachet was dancing with a phoenix woven of gold thread, which contained the fragrance of ambergris, and it was extremely precious at a glance.

"This is ......," Ouyang Rong showed a surprised expression.

Xie Lingjiang raised his head with his hands behind his back, sweet and proud.

The surprise that was about to overflow someone's eyes was simply feeding her the sweetest sugar.

Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but take his arm emotionally and said:

"Today is the Winter Clothes Festival, in addition to adding winter clothes, you also need to wear sachets to ward off evil spirits, give, I did, you one, Father one, it took a lot of time, you not only today, these two days have to be worn well, not allowed to be removed."

Ouyang Rong nodded hurriedly.

"That's for sure, it's a great gift."

A certain new groom was very discerning, and it was not until his son-in-law and the little lady Xie were about to get intimate that he coincidentally led the horse home.

"Tanlang's car is ready."

"Well, hard work."

Ouyang Rong first said goodbye to the reluctant Xie Lingjiang, boarded the carriage, and went to the Supervision Yuan.

When Ouyang Rong boarded the car, Ali glanced at the sachet on his waist, and his eyes showed envy and blessing.

Tan Lang and the noble daughter of the Xie family are really a talented and beautiful pair.

Previously, when Mrs. Zhen was chatting in Nanlong Township and in front of the clansmen, she threatened to say that her beloved nephew could marry a noble girl with five surnames, and it was indeed true.

It is estimated that only an excellent man like Tan Lang can be favored by the five nobles...... Ali said in his stomach.

He was full of spirits, drove the carriage dutifully, and came to the Supervision Yuan with ease.

Seeing Childe get out of the carriage.

Ali reflexively said goodbye, but the afterglow suddenly swept over the waist of the child.

He was stunned.

I saw that a certain lotus white sachet was missing, and instead of it, an orange-red sachet was hung.

Without waiting for Aliduo to look, the handsome and peerless son had already entered the door and disappeared.

"It's strange, could it be that I'm wrong, why did my kung fu change color after a while......"

Ali was puzzled for a while.

He waited at the back door of the Supervision House for half an hour, and finally saw Childe come out.

Ali hurriedly rubbed his eyes.

Gaze at the waist of the child.

It's an orange-red sachet, yes.

The son, who went out from the Supervision Institute today, seemed to be in a good mood and returned to the carriage humming a little song.

"What are Ali looking at?"

"I didn't ...... Nothing, dazzling. ”

"Eat more vegetables, what if you don't have good eyesight while driving."

"Yes, Tanlang." Ali subconsciously asked again: "Tanlang, where are you going now?" ”

"Go back to the Jiangzhou lobby first, but ...... Like yesterday, you go out a few more times and don't go back right away. ”

"Yes."

Although he didn't quite understand Childe's skillful operation, he was still busy nodding his head obediently.

Ouyang Rong returned to the carriage, sat down satisfied, and exhaled.

"It's okay, it's a pass, but it's a little strange, why does this Rong really pay so much attention to this ambergris on me, do you like this? But this is the little sister's sachet, I definitely can't tell her, and I can't give her ......"

He rubbed his face.

Immediately, it was the same as it had been a while ago...... Take off the orange-red sachet on your waist, open the Mojia sword box as soon as possible, take out a lotus white sachet with lightning speed, and then put the orange sachet into the box and re-close the sword box.

Ouyang Rong re-tied the lotus white sachet.

After the replacement, he smiled and pushed open the window again, taking advantage of the extra detour outside the Jiangzhou lobby driven by Ali, and then breathed a breath.

"Why did Tan Lang open the window again?" Ali, who was driving outside, couldn't help but ask through the curtain.

"It's a little stuffy, and it's windy."

"Uh-oh."

"Ali, wait until you get to the Jiangzhou lobby, and then clean the carriage, change the curtains, car cushions, etc." Ouyang Rong commanded.

"But Tanlang, didn't we just change it yesterday......"

"Change again." He nodded.

"Okay, wait, it's difficult, is there a strange smell in the car?"

"It's smelly." Ouyang Rong's tone was serious.

"Okay, Tanlang."

As soon as he finished giving the order, Ouyang Rong suddenly noticed that the long sword box under the seat creaked and vibrate.

Fortunately, the wheels of the carriage were bumpy, so it did not attract the attention of Ali and other outsiders at the first time.

"Don't make a fuss."

In the carriage where one person was sitting, Ouyang Rong suddenly lowered his head and reprimanded the air.

It turned out that the little guy in the sword box found out about someone's scumbag behavior and began to mischievous protest.

Just like at the beginning, Ouyang Rong was very upset with her, and he brought back a purple belly pocket and a snow-white long sword privately.

But he couldn't resist the sword master.

Soon, the sword case fell silent again.

After a short time, I arrived at the Jiangzhou lobby again.

Ouyang Rong got out of the car, was crowned in front of the door, and Shi Shiran entered.

Ali's afterglow swept to the shadow of a white sachet on his waist again, and he was stunned again, his expression confused.

Why did it change color again?

Wasn't it still an orange sachet just now?

"Tan Lang has so many sachets."

He couldn't help but mutter.

But immediately, remembering the master's request, Ali replaced the curtain and mat of the carriage.

During this time, I saw a long piano case under the seat.

Ali didn't touch it.

This seems to be the Aegean of the child, and in the Huaiye Lane mansion, a small number of maids who are responsible for taking care of the child's life all know about its existence, as if it was given by the noble daughter of the Xie family, and it is a thing of love.

At the same time, Tan Lang seems to have some cleanliness habits, and no outsiders are allowed to touch it, and everyone respects this.

There was a similar thing last time, when a senior maid who drank ice was wiping the table, she accidentally touched it, and I don't know where she learned that the son returned immediately...... It seems that this object of love is very important.

Ali honestly bypassed the piano case, and didn't even care about the small baggage on it.

There didn't seem to be a peculiar smell in the carriage, but he still cleaned it carefully as Childe instructed.

As soon as Ali packed up his things, he saw Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang returning again.

The two greeted him and boarded the carriage together.

"I went to Xunyang Wangfu to eat in the evening, and the princess cooked and prepared a family banquet."

"Okay."

Xie Lingjiang lowered his head and touched the lotus white sachet on his waist with his small hand, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

She frowned suddenly: "How can there be other smells?" ”

Ouyang Rong seemed to be stunned: "What...... What does it taste like? ”

Xie Lingjiang looked up at him: "It's not ambergris." ”

"Oh!"

Ouyang Rong suddenly realized:

"I almost forgot."

He didn't shy away from it, bent down and took out something from under his seat, put it on his lap, and opened it under Xie Lingjiang's curious gaze.

Ouyang Rong took out two sachets of the same color and system from his small baggage, and his tone was a little embarrassed:

"I just met Da Lang, he handed me two sachets, saying that it was a little heart for the Winter Clothes Festival, and gave it to the two of us, let me pass it on to you, little sister, you see ......"

Xie Lingjiang frowned and looked at these two similar goose-yellow sachets, picked one with his finger and looked at it, which contained chrysanthemum petals:

"The sachet that Da Lang sent? What does this mean? ”

He rubbed his chin and guessed, "It should be given to the two of us to ward off evil spirits." ”

"But isn't this just a gift between lovers or relatives?"

Xie Lingjiang wanted to speak and stopped: "Da Lang and we ......"

He said thoughtfully: "It may be the customs of Luoyang, Chang'an, which are different from those of you, junior sister." ”

"It turns out that the custom over there can also be given to people other than lovers and relatives......

Xie Lingjiang held a goose-yellow sachet in his hand, and pointed his index finger at his sharp chin and muttered to himself.

Ouyang Rong nodded vigorously.

At this point, he felt that he still had a lot of say, otherwise how would he explain the two pieces he received yesterday.

Ouyang Rong spread his hands and asked:

"What to do? The customs are different, don't melt hard, or let's put it away, don't wear it. ”

"Nope."

Xie Lingjiang raised his hand to stop it, frowned and corrected:

"Da Lang can also be regarded as a representative of Uncle Wei and his mother, and at the family banquet in the evening, the senior brother still has to wear it and be polite.

"And the relationship between the senior brother and the eldest brother is also extraordinary, and it cannot be affected."

"A normal relationship, not beyond friendship." Ouyang Rong resolutely corrected.

"Okay, okay."

He sighed: "Hey, it seems that it can only be like this, by the way, little junior sister, you wear it." ”

Xie Lingjiang shook his head and handed the goose yellow sachet back to Ouyang Rong:

"I won't wear it, I'm a woman after all, and I'm not the same as the senior brother."

"It's still the little sister who is thoughtful."

Ouyang Rong condemned: "You said that Da Lang is a big man, what kind of sachet to give, it's true." ”

"Da Lang also cares about you, okay, senior brother, obedient."

Xie Lingjiang coaxed him softly.

"Well, I really can't help you."

Ouyang Rong nodded reluctantly.

(End of chapter)