"Tanlang seems to have slept more peacefully these past two days."
Drinking ice room, study room.
Ouyang Rong, who had gotten up early and had black hair hanging over his shoulders, was squatting on the steps at the entrance of the house regardless of his appearance, gargling his mouth with warm strong tea and brushing his teeth with a wicker stick.
Inside the door, next to the copper basin stand in the back room, Ye Weilai rolled up her sleeves, revealing her slender white arms, twisted a hot towel for him, and said something to herself.
Ouyang Rong paused for a moment, lowered his head and spit out the mouthwash, glanced at the green bamboo forest courtyard where insects were buzzing, and asked without looking back:
"How did you know."
"In the past few days, every time I woke up in a daze, only Nu'er's legs were pressing on Tan Lang. Tan Lang was sleeping in an upright posture. But when I woke up these two mornings, Tan Lang's legs accidentally pressed on Nu'er. He also pressed the slave’s hair.”
Ye Weilai twisted the towel hard with her thin arms and nodded firmly:
"Tan Lang must have slept more peacefully than he did in the past few days."
Ouyang Rong put down his willow toothbrush, walked into the room, took the hot towel obediently handed over by Ye Weilai, covered his face and wiped it.
He freed up one hand and rubbed Ye Weilai's curly head, and a buzzing sound came from under the hot towel on his face:
"My little head is quite smart. I wish I didn't give you little reports to Sister Xie all the time."
Ye Weilai stuck out the pink tip of her tongue.
After taking a look and finding something, she said happily: "Tan Lang looks good, Mao Han seems to be better."
"Huh~" Ouyang Rong put down the towel, took a long breath, and sighed:
"Weila, I feel more and more that you have been buried in Yinbingzhai. You should not spend your whole life doing these tasks of serving tea and serving people in the house."
Ye Weilai shook his head: "The slave is afraid outside. This is the slave's home. The slave won't leave. Besides, if the slave leaves, who will take care of Tanlang."
She stretched out her hands, subconsciously wanting to take the cool towel.
Ouyang Rong glanced at her, but didn't give her a glance. He walked forward alone, rolled up his sleeves, put the towel into the copper basin filled with hot water, and washed his face:
"Afraid? Why do I think it's others who are afraid of you? Well, no matter where you go, you can quickly adapt and integrate. This is a rare talent. You just didn't realize it yourself."
Looking at Ouyang Rong, who could make ends meet without her, Ye Weilai looked a little depressed.
In fact, she never understood why Tanlang didn't like maids to serve him.
Even now that he has become a governor, there is only Ye Wei Lai, a concubine in name only, in the house, and there is no permanent maid. Even now, with only one in the house, she doesn't seem to need it much.
Look at the male masters of other people's houses. Which one returns home and does not act like a great master, being served by his maids and servants? Neither party feels anything wrong and takes it as a matter of course.
Ye Weilai whispered:
"What else can I do if I don't serve Tan Lang? Everyone outside except Tan Lang despises my slave's gray hair and blood."
Ouyang Rong dropped the towel, turned around and whispered softly: "Who said women must entertain people with sex."
Ye Weilai bit her lip: "Not everyone is like Sister Xie, with family background, talent, appearance..."
Ouyang Rong frowned slightly: "There should be other ways to use your brain, for a smart and outstanding woman in this world."
"Well, where do all the strange women in this world go, except for those like Sister Xie who come from a high family and have very few innate restrictions."
Ouyang Rong frowned and thought for a while, sighing a little at the limitations of this era:
"It seems that there are indeed very few people who study in an academy and become famous as a talented woman or a lady?
"Refining Qi and entering the hidden sect, like Yunmeng Nu, or travel around the world and become a legendary heroine?
"Or you can accompany the emperor in the palace. Well, I heard that the female officials in front of the queen, such as the chief minister of Tianjian in the palace and the female official in Caiyi, are worth more than ten thousand people. Even the princes in the court must be careful. treat."
He looked thoughtful and muttered: "By the way, Wei La, which one do you want..."
"Is that so?" Ye Weilai nodded and said seriously with a serious face:
"Actually, there is another way, which is to assist the strange man's side and serve as a good wife behind his back, so that together he can become famous for future generations, such as the red-flecked girl in the romance book."
Ouyang Rong was stunned, unable to react for a moment, and nodded: "So, it seems to count."
Ye Weilai stood on tiptoes and quickly pecked his face: "Slave, choose this one."
The white-haired maid leaned back slightly, patted her chest and said:
"So, Tan Lang, isn't it already the case? Nu'er can save fifty years of detours and get to the point in one step. He comes to Tan Lang in advance and provides warmth and strength to this strange man who will leave his name in history. backup."
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but look at the white-haired girl in front of him with a serious face and holding clothes for him in both hands.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
"Get a basin of water and a towel and call for backup, right?"
Ouyang Rong had a straight face and nodded: "You have lived so 'fully enlightened' at such a young age, how can you do it again in the future?"
With that said, he rewarded her with a chestnut.
"Tan Lang, it hurts..." Ye Weilai covered her head with her mouth closed and squatted down.
Ouyang Rong shook his head speechlessly, walked into the warm back room, and changed into official uniform.
Ye Weilai’s help during busy times
Ouyang Rong frowned slightly, seeming to be silently thinking about something.
Before going out, he saw Ye Weilai staring at him eagerly, and the girl asked nervously:
"Tan Lang is still thinking about what happened just now?"
"Uh-huh." Ouyang Rong was noncommittal.
"Slave never wants to leave Tanlang for a moment..."
"Let's not mention this now. Let's talk about it later."
After a pause, Ouyang Rong asked: "You should continue to read and read first. By the way, have you finished reading the stack of books that Empress Yuan Zheng gave you?"
"I've finished reading it already."
"Then why didn't you tell me earlier? I was busy and didn't bother, so you just pretended to be stupid and lazy, right?"
"No." She defended weakly: "I thought there were only so many."
"Then, after reading these few books, I will check them randomly."
"Why are there so many, why are there still others..."
"Since you are smart, you should read more. In a few days, I will find time to teach you arithmetic and how to use an abacus..."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand and warned tirelessly: "I'll ask Wanwan later and see what she has to teach you. You can't be lazy now, you know."
"Oh." Ye Weilai was weak, and suddenly remembered that Xiu Niang also liked to teach.
By the way, I love teaching her anyway.
"Huh?" Ouyang Rong's nasal voice increased.
"I know...I know." Ye Weilai cheered up.
"That's right."
Ouyang Rong's back walked out of the yard, preparing to go on duty.
"Tan Lang."
Ye Weilai suddenly called out to Ouyang Rong.
The latter turned back and looked at him curiously.
The silver-haired girl standing on tiptoe by the courtyard gate looked at someone's back. Her face turned red and she shouted:
"I am really, really happy to be able to wait for you to come home from work every day, and to be able to watch over you every night."
Ouyang Rong's back only paused for a moment, then continued to move forward, waving his hands in a relaxed manner:
"Then I'm different. Seeing you playing so relaxedly every day at such a young age is a hundred times more uncomfortable than me having to keep my feet on the ground."
Ye Weilai: "..."
Ouyang Rong smiled and left without teasing her again.
It's a sunny March day, and the air is gradually getting warmer.
Ouyang Rong's cold has improved a lot and he no longer wears that fox white fur shawl.
I suddenly felt much refreshed.
That fox white fur shawl is nice to look at, but it's a bit too trendy, although the junior sister, aunt, and Ye Weilai all praised him for looking good in it.
But Ouyang Rong always disliked it because it made his face too handsome.
"It's not like I rely on my appearance to earn a living. By the way, can you please let me keep a low profile..."
Someone muttered and came to the Jiangzhou lobby with strange worries. After a busy morning, Huaiye Lane brought lunch.
During the meal.
Yan Liulang quietly stepped forward and whispered in his ear:
"Ming Mansion, General Qin contacted me through some channels and said that he wanted to see you."
Ouyang Rong was slightly startled.
I thought that after Lan Changhao's incident was over, the two would resume their original distance and have a tacit understanding.
In the afternoon, it was the old place of Yunshui Pavilion again.
Because of the problem of avoiding suspicion, the meeting process was complicated and secretive.
In the box, Ouyang Rong and Qin Heng met again, with a cup of hot tea in front of them.
Qin Heng, who left in anger last time, now looks much calmer. He clasped his fists apologetically:
"Last time I was very emotional and left rudely. I was quite willful. I hope Ouyang Changshi will bear with me."
"It's okay, I understand."
Ouyang Rong waved his hand carelessly.
"Then why General Qin came here today?"
Qin Heng shook his head: "I have nothing to trouble Ouyang Changshi, but I just want to... thank you."
Ouyang Rong shook his head: "But my memorial was of no use. The soldiers of the third regiment are still postponed for one year."
Qin Heng shook his head:
"It can't be calculated that way. When Ouyang Changshi spoke to the soldiers of the third regiment, he was already helping."
He looked a little guilty:
"Ouyang Changshi may not know that the matter of your objection has been spread in the high-level council hall of Zhechong Mansion. After General Yang and others found out, they privately criticized you and made unpleasant remarks.
"I have heard that Lan Changshi didn't look very well before he left a few days ago, and he parted with you on bad terms."
Ouyang Rong interrupted and shook his head seriously:
"It doesn't matter. I'm not familiar with them. Wang Lengran has always been in charge of military affairs. I don't usually have contact with the generals of Zhe Chong Mansion. It's strange that my boss has such an attitude. They can say good things about me."
After a pause, "General Qin is the only one willing to see me."
Qin Heng shook his head, his face still a little apologetic.
After being silent for a while, he suddenly reported the address of Xingzifang.
"This is……"
Before Ouyang Rong could finish curiously asking, he lowered his eyes and said calmly:
"My wife, the late general, loves to raise begonias. There is always a pot of begonia flowers on the wall of her house.
"If nothing happens, I won't change the flowers. But if the begonias on the wall in the backyard are missing and replaced with a pot of red azaleas, can Ouyang Changshi come here again to drink tea together?"
Ouyang Rong said calmly: "Okay."
Immediately, the two discussed the details of their future meeting.
Not long after, they all left cautiously and low-key.
When Ouyang Rong returned home, his eyes were filled with joy.
I didn't expect that Qin Heng would express his stance like this.
Be willing to send signals.
Although Ouyang Rong had been restrained and did not openly explain the difficulties to him, Qin Heng must have been vaguely aware of his predicament with the Xunyang Palace recently.
Because Jiangzhou Zhechong Mansion has tacitly assumed the responsibility of supervising Prince Xunyang Mansion.
All military affairs in Jiangzhou were controlled by Wang Lengran.
Therefore, Qin Heng's hint this time is very obvious:
The rhododendron tray placed on the wall indicates something involving him and Prince Xunyang's Mansion.
If the crabapple flowers are arranged as usual, then everything will be fine.
As Captain You Guoyi of Zhechong Mansion in Jiangzhou, Qin Heng can be regarded as the deputy chief officer of Zhechong Mansion and the third or fourth leader in military affairs in Jiangzhou.
Some of the troubles in Zhe Chong Mansion could hardly be hidden from him.
From now on, Ouyang Rong will no longer have a blind eye on Jiangzhou's military affairs. If there is any big movement in the army near Jiangzhou, at least he is not blind.
Ouyang Rong immediately found Ye Weila, who was practicing calligraphy, and gave him some instructions.
Then, she had one more thing to do:
Go out every other day,
Go to the busy market of Xingzifang to buy flowers and fruits.
Passing by a certain residential street on the way, I took a look at the crabapple pots on the wall of a certain courtyard to see if they had been replaced with azalea pots. I will notify you in time...
On the second day, Ouyang Rong suddenly received two letters one after another.
One letter was from teacher Xie Xun.
One letter was from Shen Xisheng, the censor Zhongcheng.
The letter mentioned that Li Zhengyan, Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing, and Wang Jun, who were demoted due to the scandal of Songde Tianshu in the Great Zhou Dynasty, would arrive in Jiangzhou soon.
Previously they were both members of the Liberation faction, and they had good friendships with Xie Xun and Shen Xisheng.
After this group of "relegated celebrities" left Beijing, they went south along the Grand Canal and stopped in Yangzhou for a while. I heard that a group of frustrated people indulged in the fireworks of Yangzhou.
But now, the time limit set by the imperial court for taking office is coming soon, and we must take office, so we go along the way and continue along the Yangtze River.
The ships would pass by Jiangzhou, because Wang Junzhi and Du Shuqing among them were demoted to Jiangzhou. One was a doctor of Jiangzhou and the other was the Prime Minister of Longcheng County. They had some fate with Ouyang Rong.
However, Jiangzhou is a place where old officials have been demoted, which is normal.
Both Xie Xun and Shen Xisheng asked Ouyang Rong to receive them well in their letters.
If the political turmoil caused by Tianshu hadn't ruined his official career,
Li Zhengyan, Wei Shaoqi, Du Shuqing, Wang Junzhi and others were all the mainstays of the original Baoli faction, or rising stars.
Individually, he is not even worse than Ouyang Rong now.
Especially the leader Li Zhengyan.
Nai was born into a noble family in Guanlong. His ancestor was the founding Duke of the country. His title is still inherited. He is also very knowledgeable and has a wide network of contacts.
In the words of teacher Xie Xun's emotional words, if not for the change of dynasty, His Majesty and the Wei family deliberately suppressed the nobles of Guan Long, this person would definitely have been more than just the governor of a state before the storm.
Ouyang Rong rarely saw a teacher praise someone so much and take it seriously.
In addition, this Li Zhengyan wanted to meet King Lixian of Xunyang, so he came to the two of them to find friendship.
So now, Xie Xun and Shen Xisheng sent letters, and the matter naturally fell on the student Ouyang Rong.
The two told him to "make a proper introduction."
Ouyang Rong frowned slightly:
"Are you visiting Prince Xunyang's Mansion? I'll give you a proper introduction. The teacher's words are becoming more and more sophisticated.
"Well, it's slander, right? I said it, but it seems to be true, but the problem fell on me...
"Hey, there are two new colleagues, it looks like it's going to be lively again."
Since his elders trusted him, he had no choice but to take it seriously and prepare to receive him "properly"...
(End of chapter)
