No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 195

Yunmengze rain stopped.

It was evening again.

At first, it was because of someone's sudden coma on the Digong gate that was in a hurry. Not long after, the rain in the sky gradually became smaller without warning.

It seemed that he was also tired from the rain just like a certain young county magistrate who passed out.

It got smaller and smaller, and finally stopped slowly in the evening.

No more raindrops fell.

The dense black cloud that was pressing down on Yunmengze's head like a Tianmen tower was suddenly broken through a gap.

A golden ray of sunlight pierced through the thick fog above the water.

Before everyone in a daze could react, bunches of golden sunsets, like cones in the bag,
The black clouds on the zenith were pierced with gaps everywhere.

In the end, what suddenly appeared in front of everyone was the same Huoshaoyun as that evening.

But this time, no one took any chances and stopped to linger.

……

Ouyang Rong had a lot of dreams on and off.

After waking up, I closed my eyes and felt the softness and warmth of the quilt on my body. After walking away for a while, I forgot about it.

Those dreams were vague.

Only some uncomfortable feelings remain in my heart, which makes people feel a little scared.

It should be a cold... Ouyang Rong, who closed his eyes and exhaled weakly, thought to himself.

That's when Ye Weilai warmed him with ginger soup, mentioning that his frail body was susceptible to wind and cold.

Of course, maybe the cold in this life is a bit different from the cold in the previous life.

But it's all the same.

Ouyang Rong doesn't know if other people have had it, but since he was a child, he has been suffering from this kind of illness all his life, and he is prone to have the kind of dream that kills him.

These dreams come one after another, as if he was in a smooth car, but the ground under the wheels was bumpy, and the route he took was also designed by an abnormal person, bumping and disgusting all the way to an abyss that he vaguely predicted , unable to turn...

He who was lying on the bed was still very uncomfortable after thinking about it now.

In addition, it is tired, not only physically tired, but also mentally tired.

Ouyang Rong stretched his waist, stretched his muscles and bones, and prepared to get up.

Halfway through, he suddenly remembered that besides the obsessive-compulsive dream just now, he also had many childhood dreams.

Not only including the childhood of the previous life, but also the childhood of this life, like a dream.

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.

Otherwise, how to explain these senses of similarity, presence, and familiarity...

Ouyang Lianghan in this life may have died after drowning; or he did not die, but just merged with his soul; or he in the previous life actually came when he was born in this life, and his memory was sealed until he was unsealed after drowning, so that The underground palace overnight awakened a lost and lost soul.

But thinking about it this way, Ouyang Rong's mind sank a little.

Doesn't it mean that relatives and friends in this life are also his fetters, and he can't get rid of them even if he shakes them off.

It's just that I don't know what it will be like after the exchange of the [-] merits and blessings of the Pure Land Palace, which was regarded as the hope of returning home at the beginning of waking up.

If he could go back, his soul would go back, and Ouyang Lianghan in this life would disappear.

Still like a lotus flower, another petal was born, and he with the same memory consciousness, like a fork, gave birth to a world with two endings, one went back successfully, the other didn't go back, or faced other endings.

And these two same him, neither knew the existence of the other...

Good guy, nesting dolls, right?

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but fell into deep thought, and then realized that he had fallen into a vicious circle of internal friction, so he quickly pulled out, raised his blistered white palm, and patted his hot face with twitching corners of his mouth.

"Whatever, the rainy season is over, the water treatment is over, it's midsummer, and the autumn and winter dry seasons are coming... Finally, I can pack up and go home..."

On the bed in the room, Ouyang Rong propped himself up with his palms, looked at the furnishings in the room, and nodded in a low voice.

"Tan Lang, you're awake!"

It seems that through the half-covered window of the main house, he noticed the movement of the bedridden young man getting up,

In the yard, Ye Weilai, who was laying down herbal medicines for drying, was happy, her rounded little face was full of surprise, she wiped her apron with her hands stained with herbal debris, and trotted into the house.

Ouyang Rong nodded, but did not answer. He turned his head and looked at the window sill next to the bed. There was a pot of orchids in full bloom under the golden sunlight.

It makes people breathe a little lighter, for fear of disturbing it.

This is very similar to the Clivia raised by my junior sister in the courtyard of Yilanxuan in Sufu.

He was a little impressed.

It seems to be afternoon.

Ouyang Rong glanced across the room, then looked down at his slender body propped up by himself.

Some things don't even need to be asked to the white-haired maid who ran over with her hands on her chest, he has already figured out some things through clues.

The heavy rain and flooding in Yunmengze should have stopped, and after he passed out, the Digong gate should not have collapsed.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be waking up in the main house of his family's Meilin Courtyard by now, and would have been transferred to the mountains long ago to avoid the flooded county town.

The broken skin and white blisters on his body have not healed, which proves that he has not been in a coma for long.

In addition, the illness should be almost recovered. At this moment, Ouyang Rong was in the room and saw the medicinal materials and treatment methods he gave her to treat the fever and cold after the last time the junior sister was whipped.

Ye Weilai was actually smart, so she used it directly.

And on the new quilt under her body, there is also the familiar fragrance from the delicate body of the white-haired maid and the waist-length silver hair.

It seems that he has been guarding in front of his bed day and night.

"Tan Lang, I still don't feel well, I'm going to call the doctor from the medical department invited by the state..."

Ye Weilai was like a nimble little squirrel that had just escaped from hibernation and came out of the nest in a daze. With its white haired head, it approached Ouyang Rong's body in a double-breasted cloak, held his hand, and looked around.

"Is Tan Lang thirsty, I'm going to get you a glass of water..."

The girl with deep bags under her eyes seemed to have a lot to say, chattering non-stop, before Ouyang Rong could ask, she raised her small face while kneeling in front of the couch, her gray-blue eyes sparkled, and swept across Ouyang Rong's lips, the topic turned to this one.

In front of the bed, Ye Weilai turned her back with a beaming smile, wiped the reddish corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and jumped to the table to pour tea for Ouyang Rong.

"Uh, I..."

Ouyang Rong touched his lips that were a little dry, and his heart was hard under his chest. At this moment, seeing this small body busy with work, he couldn't help but feel a little tenderness.

"Wei Lai, thank you for your hard work." Ouyang Rong couldn't help but smile wryly: "It's because I don't have a long memory, and I still hold on to my illness. I'm soaking in the water to show my strength, which makes you and everyone worry..."

"Tan Lang!"

The girl who seemed to be laughing and about to pour tea suddenly turned around halfway, and Ruyan threw herself into Ouyang Rong's arms like returning to her nest, her blue eyes were full of tears, and she couldn't help shouting.

"Ahem...why are you crying? Am I okay?"

Ouyang Rong coughed twice, raised his arms, paused for a moment, then lowered his arms and patted the limp and boneless shoulders of the white-haired servant girl in his arms, and said helplessly:

"Well, wipe it off, and don't get the water and snot on me."

"Puchi... I didn't have any tears, it's just that the smell of herbal medicine on my hands made my eyes smoky and teary, and I didn't have a runny nose, so it wasn't dirty..."

Ye Weilai twitched in her arms, fearing that the man in front of her would dislike her, so she raised her face with a serious expression, and explained crisply.

As a result, Ouyang Rong nodded and said, "The snot was sucked back?"

"..." Ye Weilai.

The master and servant talked softly for a while, and Ouyang Rong asked about Di Gongzha, Yun Mengze, and many things that happened in the county during the past few days when he was in a coma.

Sure enough, it was the same as most of his previous analysis determined.

The torrential rain and flooding in Yunmengze stopped less than half a day after he passed out.

The Digong gate did not collapse, but it was full of cracks and urgently needed to be repaired.

And these days, Ouyang Rong was in a coma, and the county government was presided over by Diao Xiancheng and Yan Liulang, who was acting as the county lieutenant.

The people of Longcheng who were originally evacuated to Dagushan and other refuge camps returned to the county town and villages in groups and families after confirming that the flood had receded.

After organizing the Dagu Mountain Refuge Camp, the people of the county government handled the matter of going down the mountain and returning home relatively orderly.

When he was in a coma, most of Longcheng County was safe and sound, and even the Liu family on the West Bank, which was secretly watched by Liu Ashan and the others, was honest and honest, and there was nothing suspicious about it.

He even took the initiative to send a few skilled craftsmen to help repair the crumbling Digong Gate.

In addition, Liu Zi'an heard about the small crisis on the sluice that day from nowhere, and immediately got rid of the priests of the Dragon King Temple who were bewitching the public with their rumors, and went to the county government several times to donate money to express their sincerity and explain...

Ouyang Rong listened silently for a while, and did not summon Yan Liulang, Liu Ashan and others for the time being, turned around and asked:
"How long have I been in bed?"

"Half a mile."

Ye Weilai remembered about pouring water, she hurriedly stopped clinging to the owner'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 came back that day and found 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...

"Miss Xie will come to visit Tan Lang every day. She will stay for a whole day for a long time, and half a day for a short time. She will only go out when she has something to do, and she will watch every day... In addition, people from the Su family will come to visit from time to time. Su Dalang and Su Xiaomaid ..."

The white-haired little maid broke her mouth and told all these things she had paid attention to, and she returned to the bed with a cup of hot tea in her hand.

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 of dark clouds overwhelming the city and the flood was coming not long ago.

"The sun always rises...so...is it all over..."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and murmured.

"What are Tan Lang talking about?" Ye Weilai asked curiously.

"fine."

Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand, and was about to pick up the tea, but saw the white-haired maid in front of him holding the tea and lowering her head, taking a sip of the tea that was originally poured for him, as if to try the temperature of the tea.

The girl nodded in satisfaction, and subconsciously approached Ouyang Rong with her pink lips sipping tea,

Ouyang Rong was startled.

"Hmm..." Ye Weilai seemed to have realized that Tan Lang was not in a coma, so he didn't need to tease with lips and teeth.

Ouyang Rong immediately saw that the white-haired maid in front of her was still in the posture of holding tea and offering him, her small head drooped quickly, lower than the teacup in her hand, and her neck under the lapel collar quickly turned pink.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help wiping his dry lips, looked at the inexplicably shy white-haired maid, some images that might have happened when he was in a coma for the past few days flashed in his mind, that was delivering tea like this again and again.

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath.

He couldn't help slightly shifting the quilt, and cursed himself inwardly.

Want to let Haoran's righteousness leak?He's just recovering from the wind and cold, but it seems that he's still not seriously ill.

It was a normal reaction, but it made Ouyang Rong's face stern. Immediately, he stretched his hand into the quilt, and suddenly touched a light, soft and slippery fabric on the bed sheet. He didn't know if it was made of silk brought from the Western Regions. , Ouyang Rong's grinding fingertips even felt a little cold to the touch.

Ouyang Rong subconsciously took it out, lowered his head and glanced, his expression froze, a bit regretful that he took it out.

I don't know if she saw Ouyang Rong's strange reaction from the corner of her eye, or she is still very familiar with the master's body and various reactions.

In front of the bed, Ye Weilai, who was serving tea with her head bowed, suddenly spoke and whispered:
"Master, this slave is not dirty..."

As if responding to just now, Ouyang Rong pretended to dislike her and had a runny nose, but she couldn't help explaining in a weak voice.

What's more, Ye Weilai even changed her address after explaining... The master and servant had an agreement to whisper in the middle of the night, Ye Weilai called Tan Lang in front of people, and could call master in the queen.

The white-haired servant girl seems to have discovered a long time ago that when she calls this title softly, someone becomes more upright and awe-inspiring. I don't know if all men are like this, even a gentleman like the master is unavoidable. Shout that to the master alone.

Ouyang Rong immediately took the teacup, bent over to cover the bedding and sipped the tea, looking out the window.

"Master, I have been so worried about you for the past two days. In case you are gone, how will I explain to the eldest lady and myself? I am not living alone..."

Ye Weilai's words were a little hasty for a moment, and she couldn't help herself.

Ouyang Rong put down his teacup, hesitant to speak.

In this era, although the atmosphere is gradually opening up, and the status of women is not as low as that of previous dynasties, slaves are not included. Some nobles are easily bored with the female slaves they raise, even at the age of eighteen or nineteen. The old is boring, and the new and the old are disliked, and they are sold or given away, because slaves are not people, but goods, and naturally they can be traded at will.

Ouyang Rong, who has been an official for several months, of course clearly understands the situation of female slaves, and his heart softens.

Seeing that Ouyang Rong didn't speak, Ye Weilai felt a little nervous deep in her blue eyes, and waved her hands to explain: "Master, your hands and feet were cold a few nights ago, and my slave was worried, so I covered your feet at the end of the bed, and I forgot to pack my little clothes last night..."

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath, and exchanged glances with Ye Weilai.

The two people whose eyes were facing each other seemed to have a tacit understanding, and suddenly they leaned forward together, as if they were both emotional, and seemed to be driven by each other's actions.

However, Ouyang Rong seemed to just want to hug the white-haired maid to comfort her, while Ye Weilai wanted to give her the best, including her clumsy lips and teeth that were a little lacking in language at this time.

Ever since, two heads, one big and one small, bumped into each other, covering their heads together and froze.

But Ye Weilai is helping the master to cover his forehead.

There was silence in front of the bed for a while, the white-haired maid smiled sweetly, rushed forward, and slid 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 cover the master again, just cover it..." she said.

"Don't..." Ouyang Rong was reluctant to push away the girl's infatuation, and he only had time to say a word before he got stuck, as if he was also covered.

The same as the previous few days, he was taken to tea.

However, it is easy to cover the mouth, how can Haoran's righteousness be so easily suppressed?
"Don't move." At a certain moment, Ouyang Rong suddenly opened his mouth to complete what he hadn't finished speaking.

"Yeah." There is a cute nasal voice, very sweet and cute, Ouyang Rong thinks it can melt steel.

A big sun in the sky unscrupulously vents the temperature at noon.

On the window sill, the pot of orchids showed a light and slender figure. In the midday wind, it swayed up and down softly and softly. Finally, it was bathed in the sun and warmed up for a while.

The sun rises as usual, and the afternoon is quiet, maybe they are all asleep.

　I’ve walked a lot today, and what happened again, I’m so tired, I’m a little empty... Sorry for the water, I have to reboot tomorrow, everyone will check in together

　　
　
(End of this chapter)