The rain stopped in Yunmengze.
It's this time in the evening again.
At first, the Degong Gate was in a hurry because of someone's sudden coma. Not long after, the rain in the sky gradually became smaller without warning.
It seems that, like a certain young county magistrate who passed out, he is tired of the rain.
It got smaller and smaller, and finally stopped slowly in the evening.
No raindrops fell anymore.
The dense black clouds pressing on Yun Mengze's head like a Tianmen city tower suddenly opened a gap.
A golden ray of sunlight penetrated the thick fog above the water.
Before everyone who was stunned could react, strands of golden sunset entered the bag like a cone,
The black clouds at the top of the sky were punctured everywhere.
Finally, what suddenly appeared in front of everyone was the same flaming cloud as that evening.
But this time, no one was lucky enough to stop and linger.
…
Ouyang Rong had many dreams intermittently.
After waking up, I closed my eyes and felt the soft and dry warmth of the quilt on my body. After walking for a while, I forgot about it.
Those dreams were blurry.
Only some uncomfortable feelings remained in my heart, which made me a little scared.
It must be a cold... Ouyang Rong said to himself as he closed his eyes and exhaled weakly.
That is, when Ye Weilai warmed him with ginger soup, she mentioned that his frail constitution was susceptible to wind and cold.
Of course, maybe the cold in this life is a little different from the cold in the previous life.
But they are all equally uncomfortable.
Ouyang Rong didn't know if other people had it, but since he was young and had this disease throughout his life, he was prone to have obsessive-compulsive dreams.
These dreams came one after another, just like he was on a smooth car, but the ground under the wheels was stumbling, and the route he took was not designed by normal people. It was bumpy and disgusting all the way, sliding towards an abyss that he vaguely predicted. , unable to turn...
Lying on the bed, he still felt very uncomfortable thinking about it now.
Apart from that, I am just tired, not only physically but also mentally.
Ouyang Rong stretched, moved his muscles, and prepared to stand up.
Halfway through, he suddenly remembered that in addition to the obsessive-compulsive dream just now, he also had many childhood dreams.
Not only the childhood in the previous life, but also the childhood in this life, like a dream coming in person.
Ouyang Rong became more and more certain about a fact that he didn't know whether to be happy or worried about.
This world seems to be indeed his life.
In other words, he came to a place similar to parallel time and space.
Well, parallel time and space seems a bit classic.
But how else to explain these feelings of similarity, proximity, and familiarity...
Ouyang Lianghan in this life may have died after drowning; or he may not have died, but just merged with his soul; or he in the previous life may have already been here when he was born in this life, and his memory was sealed until he was unsealed after drowning, so that One night in the underground palace awakened a confused soul who had lost his homeland.
But thinking about it this way, Ouyang Rong's mind became a little heavy.
Doesn't it mean that his relatives and friends in this life can be regarded as his fetters, and he cannot get rid of them.
I just don’t know what the situation will be like after redeeming the 10,000 merits and blessings from the Pure Earth Palace that I regarded as the hope of returning home at the beginning of my awakening.
If he can go back, his soul will return and Ouyang Lianghan will disappear in this life.
Still like a lotus, another petal was born. With the same memory and consciousness, he was like a fork in the road, giving birth to a world with two endings. One went back successfully, and the other did not go back, or faced other endings.
Then these two identical people don't know the existence of the other...
Boy, matryoshka, right?
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but fell into deep thought, and then realized that he was trapped in a vicious circle of mental internal friction. He quickly pulled away, raised his blistered palms with white skin, and patted his hot face with twitching corners of his mouth.
"Never mind it, the rainy season is over, the water treatment has been completed, we have survived until midsummer, and then comes the dry season of autumn and winter... we can finally pack up and go home..."
On the bed in the house, Ouyang Rong propped himself up with his palms, looked at the furnishings in the house, and murmured and nodded.
"Tan Lang, you wake up!"
It seemed that through the half-opened window of the main room, I noticed the movement of the bedridden young man getting up in the house.
In the yard, Ye Weilai, who was spreading herbs to dry in the sun, was very happy. Her round face was full of surprise. She wiped her apron with her hands stained with crumbs of herbs and trotted into the house.
Ouyang Rong nodded without answering. He turned to look at the window sill next to the sleeping couch. There was a pot of orchids blooming in various colors under the golden sunshine.
It makes people breathe a little softer, for fear of disturbing it.
This is very similar to the Clivia that the junior sister raised in the courtyard of Yilanxuan in the Su Mansion.
He was somewhat impressed.
It seems to be afternoon.
Ouyang Rong glanced across the room, then looked down at his slender body.
Some things didn't even need to be asked by the white-haired maid who ran over with her hands on her chest in relief. He had already figured out some things through clues.
The heavy rain and rising water in Yunmengze should have stopped, and the Dee Gong Gate should not have collapsed after he passed out.
Otherwise, he would not be waking up in the main house of his family's Meilin courtyard now, and would have been moved to the mountains to avoid the flooded county.
The broken skin and white blisters on his body have not yet healed, which proves that he has not been unconscious for long.
In addition, the disease should be almost recovered. At this moment, Ouyang Rong was in the room and saw the medicinal materials and treatment methods he gave to his junior sister to treat her fever and cold after she was whipped last time.
Ye Weilai was smart enough to use it directly.
And on the new quilt beneath her, there is also the familiar fragrance of the white-haired maid's delicate body and waist-length silver hair.
It seemed that he had been staying in front of his bed day and night.
"Tan Lang, you are still feeling unwell. Please call the medical doctor invited from the state..."
Ye Weilai was like a nimble little squirrel that had just emerged from hibernation and came out of its nest in a daze. Her little white-haired head came close to Ouyang Rong's body, which was only wearing a double-breasted blouse. She held his hand and looked around.
"Tanlang, are you thirsty? I'll give you a glass of water..."
The girl with dark bags under her eyes seemed to have a lot to say, chattering non-stop. Before Ouyang Rong could ask, she knelt down in front of the couch and raised her face, her gray-blue eyes flashing across the sky. Ouyang Rong's lips turned the topic to this one.
In front of the bed, Ye Weila turned back with a smile on her face, wiped the reddish corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and jumped up to go to the table to pour tea for Ouyang Rong.
"Um, I..."
Ouyang Rong touched his dry lips, and no matter how hard his heart was under his chest, he couldn't help but feel tenderness when he saw this busy little body.
"Weila, thank you for your hard work." Ouyang Rong couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's because I don't have a long memory, and I still try to hold on even though I'm ill. I show off in the water and make you and everyone else worry..."
"Tanlang!"
The girl who seemed to be laughing and preparing to pour tea suddenly turned around halfway and threw herself into Ouyang Rong's arms like a baby bird returning to its nest. Tears filled her blue eyes and she couldn't help shouting.
"Ahem...why are you crying? Am I okay?"
Ouyang Rong coughed twice, raised his arms, paused, then lowered them and gently patted the soft and boneless shoulders of the white-haired maid in his arms, and said helplessly:
"Um, wipe it down with clean water and don't let the snot get on me."
"Puch... I don't have any tears, it's just that my eyes are stained by the smell of the herbs on my hands, which makes them tear-inducing. I don't have any runny nose, it's not dirty..."
Ye Weilai squirmed in her arms, fearing that the man in front of her would dislike her, she raised her little face with a serious expression and explained in a crisp voice.
As a result, Ouyang Rong nodded and said, "Did you suck back the snot from your nose?"
"..." Ye Weilai.
The master and servant talked gently for a while, and Ouyang Rong asked some questions about Di Gongzha, Yun Mengze, and many things that had happened in the county during the past few days when he was in coma.
It was indeed the same as what he had analyzed and determined before.
The heavy rain and rising water in Yunmengze stopped less than half a day after he fell into coma.
The Dickong Gate has not collapsed, but it is full of cracks and is in urgent need of repair.
These days, Ouyang Rong is in coma, and the county government is presided over by Diao Xiancheng and Yan Liulang, the acting county captain.
The people of Longcheng who were originally evacuated to refuge camps such as Dagushan returned to the county and villages in groups and households after confirming that the floods receded.
After accumulating experience in organizing the Dagushan evacuation camp, everyone in the county government handled the matter of returning home from the mountain in a relatively orderly manner.
When he was sleeping, Longcheng County was mostly peaceful, and even the Liu family on the west bank, which Liu Ashan and the others were secretly watching, were honest and there was nothing suspicious about them.
They even took the initiative to send several skilled craftsmen to help repair the crumbling Dickong Gate.
In addition, Liu Zian also heard about the minor crisis on the gate and dam that day. He immediately distanced himself from the priests of the Dragon King Temple who were deceiving others. For this reason, he even went 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 go to summon Yan Liulang, Liu Ashan and others for the time being. He turned around and asked:
"How long have I been bedridden?"
"Half ten miles."
Ye Weilai remembered the matter of pouring water, and hurriedly stopped relying on her master's arms and ran to the table to pour tea.
Ouyang Rong glanced at the plate of orchids on the window sill and suddenly said:
"Junior sister is back?"
"Well, Miss Xie returned that day after a long journey and found out that Tan Lang was injured. She was still worried, so she made an extra trip to Jiangzhou and invited a famous doctor from Jiangzhou to take Tan Lang's pulse...
"Ms. Xie will come to visit Tan Lang every day. She will stay for a whole day or half a day. She only goes out when there is something to do. She will stay with her every day... In addition, people from the Su family come to visit from time to time. Su Dalang and Mrs. Su …”
The little white-haired maid talked about all the things she had paid attention to one by one. She returned to the bedside with a cup of hot tea in her hands.
Ouyang Rong listened silently.
After understanding the general situation, I couldn't help but look back at the bright sunshine outside the window. It was difficult to connect it with the scene not long ago of dark clouds covering the city and floods about to come.
"The sun also rises...so...is it over..."
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and murmured.
"What is Tanlang talking about?" Ye Weilai asked curiously.
"fine."
Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand, intending to take the tea, but he saw the white-haired maid in front of him holding the tea and lowering her head, taking a small sip of the tea that was poured for him, as if to test the warmth of the tea.
The girl seemed to nod with satisfaction, and subconsciously moved toward Ouyang Rong to kiss her pink lips while sipping tea.
Ouyang Rong was startled.
"Hmm..." Ye Weilai seemed to have reacted. Tanlang was not unconscious and did not need to drink tea 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 for him, her little head quickly lowered, lower than the tea cup in her hand, and her neck under her folded collar quickly turned a peach-red color.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but wiped his dry lips and looked at the inexplicably shy white-haired maid. Some scenes that might have happened when he was in coma in the past few days flashed through 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 secretly.
Do you want Haoran's righteousness to leak out again? The wind and cold have just begun to recover, but it seems that the illness is still not severe enough.
Although it was a normal reaction, Ouyang Rong's face became serious. Immediately, he put his hand into the quilt and suddenly touched a thin and soft fabric on the bed sheet. He didn't know if it was made of silk shipped from the Western Regions. , Ouyang Rong's grinding fingertips even felt a little cold.
Ouyang Rong subconsciously took it out, looked down at it, his expression was stunned, and he regretted taking it out.
She didn't know if she saw Ouyang Rong's somewhat strange reaction out of the corner of her eye, or if she was still very familiar with her master's body and various reactions.
In front of the bed, Ye Weilai, who was serving tea with his head down, suddenly spoke and whispered:
"Master, this slave is really not dirty..."
As if in response to Ouyang Rong pretending to dislike her just now, she had a runny nose, and she couldn't help but wailed and explained weakly.
And when Ye Weilai explained, he even changed his title... The master and servant once made an agreement to whisper in the middle of the night. Ye Weilai would call Tanlang in front of others, and master behind others.
The white-haired maid seems to have discovered a long time ago that as soon as she calls out this title in a sweet voice, someone becomes more upright and awe-inspiring. She doesn't know if all men are like this, and even gentlemen like the master are not immune to it. However, she can only Yelled this to the master alone.
Ouyang Rong immediately took the tea cup, bent down and covered the quilt with his hands to sip the tea, looking out the window.
"Master, I have been worried about you these past two days. What if, if anything, you are no longer here? How can I explain to you, my eldest lady, and myself? I will not live alone..."
Ye Weilai's words were a little urgent for a moment, and she couldn't help herself.
Ouyang Rong put down his tea cup 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. Some nobles are easily bored by the female slaves they raise, and even those who are eighteen or nineteen years old will be disliked. The old ones are boring, they like the new and hate the old, so they are sold or given away. Because slaves are not people, but goods, they can naturally be traded as they please.
Ouyang Rong, who had been an official for several months, certainly understood the plight of female slaves and his heart softened.
Seeing that Ouyang Rong was silent, Ye Weilai was a little nervous in the depths of her blue eyes. She waved her hand and explained: "Master, your hands and feet were cold a few nights ago. I was worried, so I covered your feet at the end of the bed. I forgot to pack my clothes last night..."
Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and looked at Ye Weilai.
The two people whose eyes were facing each other seemed to have a telepathic connection. They suddenly leaned forward together, as if they were both emotionally moved, and seemed to be moved by each other's movements.
However, Ouyang Rong seemed to just want to hug the white-haired maid and comfort her for a few words, while Ye Weilai wanted to give her the best she could, including her clumsy lips and teeth, which were a bit lacking in language at this time.
Ever since, the heads of the big one and the small one hit each other, and they all covered their heads and were stunned.
But Ye Weilai helped his master cover his forehead.
There was silence in front of the bed for a while, then the white-haired maid smiled sweetly, rushed forward, and crawled into the nest like a little squirrel.
Ye Weilai consciously wanted to cover everything for him, including the gentleman's righteousness.
Two small hands suppressed the awe-inspiring righteousness between heaven and earth.
"Slave, just cover your master again, it will be fine..." she said.
"Don't..." Ouyang Rong was reluctant to push away the girl's infatuation. He only had time to say one word, but he was stuck and seemed to be covered.
I was transferred to tea just like the previous days.
However, it is easy to cover your mouth. How can Haoran's righteousness be suppressed so easily?
"Don't move." At a certain moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his mouth to complete what he had not finished.
"Uh-huh." He had a cute nasal voice and was very sweet and cute. Ouyang Rong thought it could melt steel.
A big sun in the sky unscrupulously vents the temperature at noon.
On the window sill, the pot of orchid showed its light and slender figure. In the noon wind, it swayed up and down as much as it wanted. Finally, facing the sunshine, it was warmed for a while.
The sun rises as usual, and it is quiet in the afternoon, maybe everyone is asleep.
I walked a lot today and did that again. I’m so tired and a little weak...I’m sorry for the water. I have to reboot tomorrow. Let’s check in together.
(End of chapter)
