After Su Guo'er whispered.
Ouyang Rong keenly noticed that the atmosphere in the pavilion was a little different.
Not to mention the complicated look mixed with admiration cast by the little girl from the Su family in front of her.
Even the little maid with a bun-faced face who was standing watch at the back of the screen quietly poked her little head out from behind the wall and looked at him with admiration and reverence.
There was still a hint of guilt in the little girl's eyes, as if she felt deeply guilty for her superficial understanding of the poems left by Mr. Ouyang not long ago. Now under the lady's analysis, she suddenly understood and admired him more and more.
At this moment, facing the two women's inappropriate reactions, a black line appeared on someone's forehead.
"Boom" sound.
He put down his teacup, sat upright, and said seriously:
"Miss Su, please respect yourself.
"I am a scholar of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Your Majesty has specially granted you a seventh-grade official status. I firmly support the decisions of Her Majesty the Queen and the princes of the court, and I have no objections to the official documents of the court.
“I have not participated in any private discussions and do not understand the implications of such topics.
"Those who are supported by the imperial court, I will support them, those who are opposed by the imperial court, I will oppose them, and those who are not supported or opposed by the imperial court, I will not support or oppose them, closely surrounding...
“Other than that, I only focus on the affairs within Longcheng County, while my predecessor devoted himself to seeking the welfare of the people and controlling the Butterfly Creek flood.
"I don't know anything about other state affairs."
Ouyang Rong never expected that after being reborn, someone would come to him around the corner to ask for political advice.
Doesn't he look like a fellow human being? Why are you looking for him?
In his previous life, Jian Zheng wiped out a certain postgraduate entrance exam group, and he still remembered it vividly.
Ouyang Rong feels that one cannot fall into the same pit twice.
Especially in this era when feudal imperial power is the greatest political correctness.
Thought you were in the cyber group? The ashes can be raised for you offline...
The young county magistrate made a solemn statement with a strong desire to survive.
Su Guo'er and Cai Shou couldn't help but look at each other.
Su Guo'er looked at Ouyang Rong, who was speaking righteously, with slight surprise, and then at the tea cup from which he hadn't drunk much.
An elegant smile appeared on her lips and she nodded:
"In the Jinluan Palace, he risked his life to remonstrate, and the name of the young master spread throughout the world. Although the little girl was in the boudoir, she also heard it a little bit, but the ears are deceptive, and the eyes are the truth. Only by witnessing with your own eyes can you know that a good gentleman is not just a gentleman. So simple.
"The gold medal in high school, the appointment of an official in Xingyuan, the spring breeze, the setbacks, such an encounter, the ups and downs, no matter how cautious the young master is, the little girl will understand."
Ouyang Rong turned a deaf ear and looked around without squinting. He pointed around and said in a calm tone:
"Miss Su, a good time brings beautiful scenery, dew makes fresh tea, and the wind and moon here, don't let it down."
"Okay, let's not talk about state affairs, just talk about romance and have a drink together."
Su Guo'er showed an elegant smile that made Ouyang Rong's mouth twitch slightly, and raised her glass.
Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes to sip tea and turned his head to look at the sunset.
The two chatted for a while.
Most of them revolve around Xie Lingjiang and Su Dalang.
After all, the two of them knew each other, so it was a good time to find some topics to talk about.
After a while, I seemed to see Ouyang Rong's teacup bottoming out, looking back at the night scene.
Su Guo'er suddenly stood up, with a languid expression on her pretty face, and took the initiative to say goodbye.
Carrying the colorful ribbon and carrying the harp, she left.
No sloppiness.
Ouyang Rong looked at her slender and delicate figure in red Taoist robes, nodded slightly, stood up and walked away, carrying an umbrella and returning.
In the next few days, Ouyang Rong went out early and returned late. Occasionally, the water level in the upper reaches of Butterfly Creek was warned, so he stayed overnight in Yuenv Gorge and never returned.
However, as long as he came back from work in the evening and heard the sound of the piano playing in the plum forest and had nothing to do, he would happily go and have a small gathering in the elegant pavilion in the forest.
Sometimes he would carry two or three boxes of cakes, and sometimes he would carry a pot of rice wine to get drunk in the dusk.
Put aside the elegant smile that often leaves Ouyang Rong speechless, and the petty problem of always turning the topic to key political trends.
This little girl from the Su family is also a wonderful person.
First of all, she must be a talented woman, proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
If Ouyang Rong hadn't taken the postgraduate entrance examination in the corresponding ancient Chinese major in his previous life, and at the same time integrated the memories and knowledge of this life, it would have been almost impossible to accept the admission.
Fortunately, he is also good at chatting. Combined with the knowledge reserve of two generations of "knowing a little bit about everything", she can pick up any topic.
Forget it if it’s just these boudoir knowledge. As a lady and a well-known girl, she spends all her time in the boudoir with fine clothes and fine food. It’s normal for her to learn some skills of her daughter’s family such as piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, including talking about metaphysics. Well, what? It wouldn’t be surprising to accidentally throw a jade object that looks like a two-headed dragon under the pillow...
But Ouyang Rong occasionally wanted to talk about the advanced theories of disaster relief and flood control in a small way.
Or use some methodologies from previous lives to explain the governance issues raised by Su Xiaomei who still refused to give up. Of course, Ouyang Rong avoided the issue of the centralized central court in Luojing, but for local governments The issues of state and county government can be discussed in a small talk. After all, the contradiction between the central and local governments has been around for a long time and has been a concern for rulers of all dynasties - but he did not expect that Su Xiaomei could generally pick up the topic.
And he and Ouyang Rong chatted back and forth.
Although Su Xiaomei mostly pondered over some of the water control theories put forward by Ouyang Rong that overwhelmed the empiricism of this era, citing examples of water control by famous people in ancient books.
But it still shows the broad reading range of this woman.
This is no longer a simple sentence for ladies to kill time, so I can explain it by learning and mastering some boudoir knowledge.
Not only Yanliu Fengyue, this young girl from the Su family must have loved reading the history of the Qing Dynasty, and she has also carefully read the scenery and county chronicles from all over the world.
Is this a job that an ordinary girl in a boudoir can do?
No wonder she dared to discuss politics with him and acted eager to try...
So occasionally they would chat together in the Meilin Yating Pavilion, and the two of them would often talk about the cold tea and cold feet, and the moonlight on the branches, and then they reluctantly said goodbye. They walked out of the pavilion with their backs facing each other. Have fun.
Ouyang Rong began to understand a little bit why the ancients had the idiom of talking for a long time and holding a candle at night.
This Miss Su is indeed a wonderful person.
Ouyang Rong was quite fond of him.
It's just that he feels a little ashamed for his brother Su Dalang.
Look at your half-sister, and then look at you.
I’m still putting aside this hard reading.
If it hadn't been for Ouyang Rong's unmistakable visual inspection, Su Guo'er had a true daughter's figure, not some androgynous "beauty" with an Adam's apple, and he would have almost thought that she was the second generation carefully cultivated by the Su family.
Wait, is this really taught by the same private school?
Why do you see that Su Xiaomei is so relaxed and busy with politics without studying? Could it be that she has graduated from private school early? Just leave Su Dalang still struggling to sprint?
I vaguely grasped the truth of the matter.
Ouyang Rong couldn't laugh anymore.
Su Dalang's honest and unshakable face appeared in front of his eyes... Well, Dalang was actually surprised.
In addition, Su Dalang and Su Xiaomei have different personalities.
Be generous and kind, and treat others with sincerity.
Ouyang Rong felt that if he had to pick one of them to be his true friend, it would definitely be the former.
Although Su Xiaomei is highly intelligent, she has a strong personality and is very competitive.
It's okay to chat back and forth, and it's okay to be teammates, but it won't be easy to get along for a long time.
Because once there is a conflict of ideas about something, one party has to accommodate and keep his or her head down, otherwise the fight will most likely end in a bloody mess.
Moreover, Ouyang Rong truly felt that although Su Xiaomei was beautiful, she was by no means a flower vase, let alone an ordinary girl. She could make friends, but it was extremely difficult to make friends with her.
In this way, there is no contrast between cuteness and natural stupidity like the little junior sister.
Not cute enough.
The younger junior sister and Su Dalang, who followed him and called "senior brother, senior brother", were more suitable to be close friends.
The words of this little sister Su... It is quite appropriate for Merlin to chat occasionally like this, pretend to be cool with each other, and return home having fun, while maintaining a distance that is both far and near.
Well, it’s just like the key political group members of a certain gentleman’s postgraduate entrance examination group.
At present, Ouyang Rong's expected level of flood control in Dragon City is coming to an end. For the people and people around him.
Ouyang Rongdu was well-measured.
And he felt more and more that the Su family next door was probably from a certain branch of the Five Surnames and Qiwang.
Even if it is not the fifth surname, it is still a high-ranking family with the same Qingwang standard. But for some reason, this family moved to this small county in the corner of Jiangnan Road. Could it be that they have committed something and are hiding their names?
There are many stories, and the water is not shallow.
But it doesn't matter, Ouyang Rong will take action... pretending not to know and avoid the deep water.
Of course, Ouyang Rong, who had already begun to worry about things other than Butterfly Creek water control, did not know that the chats in Meilin Yating these days made Su Xiaomei more and more surprised by him. She often wandered in the boudoir, chewing the things he threw away. The words he expresses are not shocking, but the opinions he insists on are endless, and the pace of wandering becomes faster...
Let’s not mention these private matters and changes in attitudes for the time being.
This day, late at night.
Ouyang Rong returned from Meilin Yating in great joy, muttering as if he was still reminiscing.
Push the door open and walk into the Meilin courtyard.
The white-haired maid who had been sitting on the swing in a daze for a long time jumped off the swing, holding a lantern, and hurriedly greeted her:
"Master, master, are you having a tryst with the Su family's young lady so late again? Are you hungry? I'll give you something to eat, slave."
"I'm not hungry. I'm done talking. Let's go to bed." Ouyang Rong shook his head, "Also, what are you talking about? What kind of tryst is this? It's called friendship between gentlemen."
Ye Weilai frowned and muttered: "Are they all as pale as water..."
Ouyang Rong paused, couldn't help but turn around, and knocked the melon seeds on her little head twice, "I'm asking for a beating for letting you think blindly, right?"
"Well." Ye Weilai covered her white hair with both hands, shrank her head and whispered:
"Slave, you are talking about the relationship. Why do we keep talking to each other when it is as light as water? Shouldn't plain water be tasteless? Why did the master suddenly hit the slave? Did the slave say something wrong?"
"..." Ouyang Rong.
"Ahem, it's nothing. It's my fault. I won't use this word next time."
With that said, Ouyang Rong turned around and went to wash up and take a shower.
After a while, the lights in the house were turned off, and the master and servant went to bed to rest.
There is moonlight falling through the cracks in the window.
Inside the quilt on the outside of the bed, a pair of gray-blue eyes quietly opened, clear and bright.
Ye Weilai turned her head and glanced at Ouyang Rong's peaceful sleeping face.
Suddenly there was a slight sound of opening the door.
After a while, a faint scent of sandalwood floated in the house.
"Sister Xiu Niang."
Ye Weilai whispered softly, covered Ouyang Rong with a quilt, put on his shoes and got out of bed, and moved out of the way.
Xiu Niang nodded, sat down on the couch skillfully, looked at Tan Lang Rou for a while, lowered her head and caressed him gently.
Ye Weilai skillfully took out the pen, ink and paper, and under the moonlight, she found that the embroiderer's face was a bit solemn today.
I saw the embroiderer lowering her head and writing:
"I'll teach you that sword move again, and you can review it yourself. I have to go out tonight."
Damn it, the last chapter described the protagonist’s gaze. I heard that a book friend left a message in yesterday’s chapter, you kid, stand up to me and I’ll slap you! Good boy, stand up, don't force Xiaorong to kneel down and beg you! It’s over, Xiaorong’s brain is contaminated and needs to be replaced...
(End of chapter)
