No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 180 Believe that this is the beauty of the country

"I can't go to Dalang to drink anymore."

In the evening of this day, at the gate of the county government office, Ouyang Rong said to Yan Liulang, who was chasing up excitedly behind him.

The latter was taken aback, "Mingfu wants to quit drinking?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head and said solemnly:

"No, Liulang, think about it, how decent it is to go to other people's houses to eat and drink every day, and the situation of fish and water between officials and people is not so rainy."

Yan Liulang stroked his chin:
"But Ming Fu, this is our personal relationship with Da Lang, what's the point? Da Lang is loyal, we can't be petty, right, if we don't go, we won't give face, Da Lang will definitely not be happy."

The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched, and he immediately said to Yan Liulang, who was even more shameless than him, who loves prostitution for nothing:

"That doesn't make sense to pass every day. If it's too frequent, it will have a bad influence if outsiders see it."

Yan Liulang still felt sorry for the meal ticket and wine ticket, and struggled to say: "What the Ming government said is reasonable, but Uncle Su didn't ask us to do something, right?

"You have a clear conscience, but my conscience hurts."

Ouyang Rong waved away people, he turned and left, leaving a sentence:
"Okay, let's go back. I have rejected today's invitation. Let's not go anytime soon. Hey, I don't know why there are so many banquets in Dalang's mansion, and they don't bring duplicates. Every day, they have different patterns...

"It's really extravagant and wasteful. Let's talk about where the Dalang family's money came from. I haven't seen what Uncle Su is doing for a living. Could it be that he is sitting on his ancestral property? That's nothing to say, but just in case... I have to look it up later."

Yan Liulang stared blankly at the back of a young county magistrate who left without righteousness, and the faint murmur of righteousness made the corners of his eyes twitch.

Ouyang Rong returned to Meilu Garden.

In fact, Su Xian and Su Fu's father and son's overly enthusiastic and frequent invitations made him feel embarrassed, and indeed aroused some doubts.

Go back to the Merlin courtyard.

Pushing open the courtyard door, Ouyang Rong glimpsed out of the corner of his eye, under the grape arbor, a waist-length figure with silver hair holding a branch, dancing around, poking left and right.

"Willy? What are you doing?"

Ouyang Rong asked curiously.

Ye Weilai quickly threw the twig in her hand to one side of the ground, put her hands behind her back, stood upright, nodded and said honestly:
"My lord, this slave is practicing martial arts and will protect you in the future."

She looked serious.

Ouyang Rong chuckled, glanced at the bare and slender branches on the ground, nodded, and gave an affirmative and encouraging expression:
"Practice well, the master will rely on you in the future."

Speaking of this, Ouyang Rong smiled again, walked over, and gave a pat to kill.

"Well, good!" Ye Weilai nodded her head vigorously, and then looked left and right, "The master is tired from handling the business all day, let's wipe his face first and rest, slave will go to the back kitchen to urge the embroiderer to bring dinner soon. "

The white-haired maid ran into the room actively with her messy temples rubbed by someone, held a hot towel just out of the basin in both hands, handed it to Ouyang Rong, turned her face and walked out of the courtyard.

Ouyang Rong looked at the back of Ye Weilai going out, smiled and shook his head.

He squatted down, picked up the long branch on the ground, and put it on the swing next to him.

Speaking of which, Wei Lai is indeed not very old. A girl of this age should be in the blooming season of having fun, but in this era, she has to serve others as a maid.

It's just that recently, why does this little girl like to play with sticks like boys?
Ouyang Rong didn't care too much.

At this moment, there was a sound of a piano coming from behind.

Ouyang Rong, who was standing in the courtyard, and Ye Weilai, who had walked out of the courtyard a few steps, were taken aback and looked back.

"Master, is this?"

The sound of the piano seemed to come from the back of the yard, in the depths of the nearby plum grove.

It seems that the distance is not too far.

"How can anyone play the piano there, and who would go there?"

Ye Weilai stopped, with a slightly confused expression on her small face.

This plum grove is located behind the courtyard, and the servants of Meiluyuan, unless they pass through this courtyard, how can they enter this plum grove.

Could it be that the sound of the zither came from the Su Mansion adjacent to the rear...

Ye Weilai frowned and wanted to go back, but Ouyang Rong turned his head and said, "You go to the back kitchen to prepare meals."

Ye Weilai looked at the calm expression of her master who lowered his head and silently wiped his face, so he nodded and turned to leave.

After the white-haired maid left, Ouyang Rong hung the hot towel on the shelf, turned around, and walked towards Mei Lin at the back of the yard.

He came to a back door that hadn't been opened for a long time, unlocked it, pushed open the wooden door, and entered the plum grove.

Since his younger junior sister recovered from her illness last time, he hadn't walked this Meilin path to Su Mansion for a long time.

The main reason is that at the end of this Meilin path, you have to pass through the boudoir of Su Xiaomei.

I remember that it seems to have been locked, and it seems that outsiders are not allowed to pass.

But right now, the familiar sound of the piano...

The thoughtful Ouyang Rong had just walked halfway through the path among the plum forests, and stopped slowly, standing where he was.

I saw that in the long-abandoned elegant pavilion on the side of the road ahead, there is a stone screen wall, and the sound of the piano is coming from the back of the screen wall, as if someone is playing the piano.

The shadow wall covered the figure of the person playing the piano, but there was a maid standing beside him who could see the figure.

This servant girl seems to be holding an umbrella in her arms, and she is faintly wearing the maidservant costume of the Su Mansion that Ouyang Rong is familiar with.

Ouyang Rong silently glanced at probably.

Did not step forward immediately.

He had heard this piano sound a few days ago.

In the end, he was asked to leave a "six" character.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the way he came, as if hesitating.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw a little maid with a bun face walking out of the pavilion, who seemed to have spotted Ouyang Rong, and this time came straight to him.

The little maid with a bun face looked quite aura and cute, and she came to Ouyang Rong with a red oiled paper umbrella in her arms.

"Your Majesty is being polite." She saluted politely.

Ouyang Rong seemed to have remembered something, and looked at the familiar baby fat on the girl's face.

He nodded, "Excuse me."

want to go.

"Eh!"

Caishou took a step forward and called Ouyang Rong to stop. She blushed slightly and said crisply, "Mr. Lang, do you still remember this oiled paper umbrella?"

Ouyang Rong was slightly surprised, glanced at the umbrella she handed over, took it and touched it, only to remember.

"Is it the last month in Dagu Donglin Temple? I seem to have some impressions."

When Caishou heard the words, she showed her dimples with a smile, but she pouted slightly: "Your Majesty is really a nobleman who forgets things a lot, but my young lady still has a fresh memory and never forgets..."

When Caishou said this, the sound of the high mountains and flowing water zither from the pavilion suddenly stopped, and then resumed, but the sound of the zither was slightly off, as if the fingers plucking the strings were a little unsteady.

Ouyang Rong stared blankly.

Caishou stuck out the tip of her tongue quietly, stopped talking nonsense, and directly explained the purpose of her visit:

"I ran into the young master today, and the lady asked the servant to return the umbrella. Thank you, Mr. Xiaolang, for giving the umbrella that day."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "It's a little effort, there is no need to be polite."

Caishou said again:

"Then sir, please don't be too polite, my lady has invited you, and the young master will come into the pavilion to talk. At dusk, it would be an elegant event for Mei Lin to enjoy the piano.

"My young lady is as elegant as a wild crane in the clouds, and you, Mr. Lang, are also an elegant Confucian scholar from an academy. It is fate that Meilin met me by chance today, and the sound of the piano attracts guests.

"So there is no need to be too polite, and you don't need to care about too many red tapes. How are you, sir?"

Ouyang Rong looked at the shining eyes of the bun-faced little maid in front of him, thought for a while, and nodded slightly.

"The kindness is hard to turn down, so respect is worse than obedience."

It's true that there is nothing wrong at the moment, but I want to see what kind of Yan Kingdom map this is... Ouyang Rong walked straight into the Yating without any politeness, bypassing the screen wall.

entrance.

The beauty is wearing a black Taoist robe, which complements the snow-white skin.

Three thousand blue silks are tied up with a finely carved plum hairpin, and tied into a biluo hibiscus crown.

Long piano.

Incense copper stove.

Opposite the beauty, there is a coffee table.

There are two teacups.

It is seventy percent full of tea.

Ouyang Rong sat down behind the tea table, picked up a teacup at hand, took a sip, raised his head and said calmly:

"Good tea, good fragrance, good qin, it's a pity that I don't know much about advanced qin art, I'm only a low-level person."

Hearing the sound of the zither suddenly, Su Guer hung her fingers in the air, pressed slightly on the strings, and sat upright on the qin platform. She just nodded with a calm face, instead of the secular salute, said lightly:
"Wonderful prose, wonderful poems, wonderful people, the young master is here in person, and the succulent is full of brilliance. It is already spring and white snow."

Ouyang Rong laughed, raised his cup and sipped tea, and seemed to be blunt, staring straight at Su Xiaomei who was disguised as a man in front of him.

It seems to be sizing up.

After all, who doesn't like to look at beauties, and this is one of the most beautiful faces Ouyang Rong has ever seen in this world.

Su Gu'er was also not shy, she straightened her waist and held her head up, her minibus was pointed, her red lips were lightly pursed, her eyes were dark, and she looked at the man in front of her.

Generous.

"Girls are wonderful people." Ouyang Rong sighed, and suddenly changed the subject, "Are you Su Dalang's younger sister?"

"It turns out that the young master already knows."

"Junior Sister mentioned something." Ouyang Rong paused, "Darang never said anything about you, Miss."

Su Gu'er was not surprised at all, nodded and asked, "Sister Xie, where did you go, why did you go out suddenly and didn't leave a message."

Ouyang Rong bowed his head and drank tea: "Going out to do errands is related to a case in the county government. You should be back soon. Miss Su, don't worry."

Su Guer looked at him.

The atmosphere became quieter between the two of them, and they each drank tea.

Eye contact occasionally.

For some reason, although they looked at each other frequently, Su Gu'er felt that Ouyang Lianghan's scrutinizing eyes in front of her didn't make her annoying.

Is it because the other party is a handsome man?Su Gu'er didn't think so, she had seen a lot of handsome men and beautiful women, and the whole family in the Su family was beautiful, but she really didn't like it.

Because this person's eyes were clear and energetic, when he stared at her, his pupils remained motionless and his pupils were concentrated.

There is no such thing as the kind of timidity that clearly wants to see but is afraid of seeing too much of the image that is worried about the beauty in the heart, and considers the self-esteem of some poor men.

Su Gu'er has seen this kind of man with self-esteem on the surface but low self-esteem a lot. Of course, she has also seen a lot of men who pretend to be indifferent.

But Ouyang Lianghan's generous gaze cast in front of him was one of appreciating beauty.

Just like when you see a beautiful flower on the top of a mountain, you can only admire it from a distance and marvel at the ingenious workmanship of the Creator.

Instead of feeling possessive, reach out and take it off.

Because people are born with a desire to possess and protect beautiful things.

And the completely clear appreciation of the eyes is a kind of counter-intuitive.

So this is also rare for most self-centered men in the world.

It can only show that in his heart, he really doesn't want to pick at all.

It's just the indifferent mind of visiting the beautiful scenery, and the eyes are full of appreciation.

As for flowers, she would naturally appreciate such a unique passer-by, which is what Qingshan should do when she sees me.

Su Gu'er suddenly picked up the teacup, looked away, and took a sip with lowered eyes.

Looking up again, she broke the silence:

"Little girl, I am a little puzzled about one thing. How do you explain the word 'six' that you left in the water pavilion outside Juxian Garden that day?"

Ouyang Rong smiled faintly, sipped his tea, and didn't speak immediately.

Su Gu'er didn't know that someone was muttering in her heart, she frowned slightly, seemed to think about it again, shook her head slightly, and insisted on her face:

"Young master, don't talk about it, the little girl will think about it on her own. It's the little girl who has a picture, so she shouldn't ask more vulgar questions."

She raised her eyes, exhaled lightly, and leaned forward a little:
"Then let's talk about what happened yesterday. The young master left a wonderful poem in the Drunkard Pavilion, which surprised the little girl."

Ouyang Rong's eyes froze, he put down his teacup, and said sincerely: "If I say I wrote it casually, will you believe me?"

The booth immediately fell silent.

Ouyang Rong was about to speak again, but suddenly found that the oval face of the Daoguan girl in front of her, which eclipsed even the evening scene of the evening plum forest, gradually showed a ... elegant smile.

"I believe it, of course I believe it. The little girl believes everything the young master says."

Su Bao'er looked at him with a smile on her face, and nodded her head lightly.

"Really?" Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows slightly.

"real."

Su Bao'er's chin was raised habitually, and because of this elegant lady's sitting posture with her head held high, a hint of snow-white complexion was faintly exposed in the lapel of the Taoist robe under her slender neck.

In the dimly lit evening Yating, it is also dazzlingly white.

Ouyang Rong felt that it was inconvenient to watch more at this scene, so he lowered his head and sipped his tea, "Just believe it, let's not talk about it."

Su Gu'er's faint voice reached his ears immediately afterward:

"Young master's writing is of course casual, but just like all scene language is love language, poets write without intention, but there is a heart talking to themselves between the lines."

Su Gu'er showed an elegant smile at the corner of her mouth, and chanted softly:

"The emperor of the Han Dynasty loves the color and thinks about the country... Such a heavy color, such a person who thinks about the country, obviously he is the emperor of Han, why can't he find the color of the country when he is heavy?
"The whole world belongs to the Emperor of Han, but there is no one with a beauty around him. It's not that he can't find it, but because there are sycophants in power. Even if the Emperor of Han is thirsty for sex, it is difficult to find a beauty.

"It seems that some people seem to have their own unique views on the court situation. They compare themselves to vanilla beauties, who have the color of the country, and are different from those vulgar women who show their heads in court. It's a pity that they are envied by all the women, and it is difficult to meet the Emperor of Han. "

Su Bao'er unconsciously leaned forward, staring at Ouyang Rong with admiration from the bottom of her eyes.

This situation is like Ouyang Rong staring at her after sitting down not long ago.

Su Gu'er looked at him, as if she was also appreciating another special kind of beauty.

She doesn't eat face, but eats another thing.

Ouyang Rong's teacup froze at his mouth, and his left eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

He couldn't help but look at the young girl of the Su family who held her head up gracefully and held her wisdom pearl in front of her.

I wonder if my ears have misheard.

Su Dalang's sister-in-law wants to be with me...Jianzheng?
Ouyang Rong turned his face away and silently looked around.

Sunset is slanting to the west, plum branches are swaying in the wind, fragrance is floating in the old pavilion, and tea is steamed and tasted.

Being in this situation, it was supposed to be a calm conversation, but a certain little beauty in front of him showed him a cat-like squinting eyes, and her pleasant voice was deliberately lowered by her ears.

Wait, didn't you say that this is a girl who is as indifferent and elegant as a wild crane, but what kind of strange way to open it?

Hey, can we not talk about such a dangerous topic.

(End of this chapter)