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Chapter 214 Who is the word Zhao given to?

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the courtyard door.

It is the familiar wooden door and eaves.

It was his yard that was right, and there was no wrong way.

That's where she went wrong.

Deliberately or accidentally.

Ouyang Rong shook his sleeves and nodded.

Step forward.

Push the door and enter the house.

Passing by the study, he turned a deaf ear to him, went into the back room to change his official uniform, put on a hand-knitted T-shirt by Ah Qing, and walked out of the back room.

He washed the tea set, made a pot of tea, and waited for the tea break. He rubbed his face with his hands, propped his chin, and stared at the teapot's tile lid, which was pushed up by the water mist from time to time.

His face was in a daze.

Not far in front of the bookshelf.

I don't know when, Li Bao'er, who was wearing a peach red skirt, had already turned around her delicate body, holding an open scroll in her hand, and stared at Ouyang Rong intently with her clear eyes.

I didn't read a book.

She had a panoramic view of the movement of the latter after entering the house.

The last twilight of the setting sun fell in front of the bookshelf, stretching Li Wrap'er's figure very long, and even her slightly tilted head movement seemed extremely large.

On the opposite side, the young man who returned late was scooping water and boiling tea at the tea table, silently.

Willow head on the moon, after dusk.

This scene is quite a bit of the artistic conception of this sentence.

"Won't you pour me a cup of tea?"

Li Bao'er tilted her head and asked.

"If you accidentally go to the wrong place, you can actually just keep silent, pretend nothing happened, and walk out."

Ouyang Rong bowed his head to make tea, a warm reminder.

Li Bao'er didn't seem to hear, took out a red maple leaf bookmark, put it in the position where the scroll was opened in his hand, folded his arms, hugged the scroll to his chest, and walked forward.

She sat down in front of Ouyang Rong, raised the teapot with her bare hands, and performed a tea gesture of "three nods of the phoenix". point.

"Thanks to you for helping me with Father's matter today."

She stared down at the teapot pouring tea, and laughed at herself. Under the orange sunset, this pretty face looked so beautiful:
"Living in Longcheng, with no one to rely on, and fear all day long, anyone can step on it."

"If you want to thank, thank my little junior sister. Today I just helped her stand on the platform. She has something to go out, so I have to take care of her." Ouyang Rong shook his head and explained.

"Sister Xie can't be as considerate as you." She also shook her head and whispered: "Besides, you are really only for her?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly picked up the teacup, drank it down in one gulp, let out a long breath, and said suddenly:
"Why don't you just talk normally, don't flatter others, we are quite familiar, you are not a little white rabbit."

"Little white rabbit?" Li Baoer asked curiously.

"It just looks cute and weak, harmless to humans and animals." Ouyang Rong glanced at her: "But in fact, it may be a wolf inside. It eats meat and may violently bite at any time."

Li Bao'er stared at him for a while, as if chewing on the words, after a while, she curled her lips into a smile:

"So I'm like this in your heart? It's hard for you to tell the truth, but you don't believe it, so forget it."

"Really?"

Li Bao'er nodded, with a light chin, confidently said: "A little bit."

"Cheating half is not cheating, right?" Ouyang Rong nodded.

"Lies don't hurt people, the truth is the sharp knife." Li Bao'er nodded leisurely, and looked sideways at him: "Besides, isn't it the same for you... Besides, why are the words coming out of your mouth so harsh and weird? "

Ouyang Rong shook his head and suddenly said:

"So what should I call you now? Su Xiaomei? Miss Li? Or Your Highness?"

"When there are no outsiders, you can call me Bao'er just like my father and brother."

Ouyang Rong nodded, "Understood, Your Highness."

"..."

Li Bao'er gave him an angry look, folded her hands, and put them gracefully in front of her belly, she held her chest up, Xiao Qiong's nose wrinkled slightly:
"First of all, I'm not young, and secondly, don't call me Your Highness, I'm not used to it."

Ouyang Rong said casually: "But you are not very old, not as big as Junior Sister."

As soon as these words came out, Ouyang Rong suddenly felt that Li Bao'er's eyes were fixed on his face, as if he was observing.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little quiet.

Instant understanding is contagious, eyes in the air move silently, hiding and glancing.

"I'm talking about age." Ouyang Rong explained seriously.

"Oh. What else?"

Li Zou'er looked away, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Between the two, the atmosphere became quiet again, and there was a moment of silence.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and put down his teacup, glanced casually from the corner of his eye.

Suddenly, Li Bao'er's clothes are very good. The peach red underskirt is made of high-grade soft fabric, which is well cut. Her delicate body is long and slender, but her elegant upbringing makes her keep her chest straight all the time. The fabric on her chest looks bulging. Against the background, it is more and more raised and towering, like a blooming flower, bent into a perfect arc.

Although they are not comparable to the scale of the younger junior sisters, they each have their own merits and are very predictable.

And this girl is inherently beautiful, she can dress well, and her clothes are not vulgar, and sometimes her aura is subtly cultivated in this way.

Ouyang Rong sighed secretly.

Sometimes when he appreciates beauties, he doesn't pay much attention to appearance, but only to conversation, clothing, etiquette and upbringing, all of which converge into something called temperament.

It is the true rhyme of women.

This is the case with the younger junior sisters. Excellent tutoring makes her temperament outstanding.

As for appearance, figure and the like, it takes a backseat.

In front of the dimly lit table, Li Bao'er's long and narrow eyes seemed to flicker, and her pretty face suddenly turned back:
"After you sent the palace servants away in the afternoon, people from the Wei family came to the door and gave me a birthday present."

"People from the Wei family have also come to Longcheng?" Ouyang Rong frowned, got up and lit a lamp, the room was lit up, and the two looked at each other.

Li Bao'er nodded slightly: "That's right, according to my father, it seems that a concubine from the Wei Palace sent gifts for the Wei family."

"So that's the case. Wei's reaction is quite fast. That King Wei should have some expert advice by his side."

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes slightly and tapped his fingers on the table.

"What do you mean by this, can you explain in detail?" Li Bao'er leaned forward slightly, as if listening attentively.

Ouyang Rong raised his head and glanced at her bright and expectant eyes, and said vaguely:
"It's nothing, I just think it's quite foresight for them to come here in advance to make friends with your family."

"You mean that someone in the Wei family figured out grandma's attitude, so they took this action..."

"Otherwise, let's not talk about this." Ouyang Rong immediately interrupted Li Baoer's words.

Every time he talked about such topics related to the trend of the court, Li Wrap'er's positive attitude gave him some headaches.

Li Bao'er bit her lip and stared at him for a while, then lowered her head at a certain moment, rolled up her sleeves and poured tea and said:
"Why do you always seem a little impatient recently, son?"

Ouyang Rong's face hesitated for a moment, but he still cherished words like gold and said:
"Since Wei Shi took the initiative to make friends and extended an olive branch, then you should follow the trend and build a good relationship with them."

"Why is this?" Li Bao'er asked with a curious face: "Everyone knows that the Wei family and our Li family are sworn enemies."

"No reason."

Ouyang Rong looked up at her:
"Personal advice, for reference only."

Li Bao'er lowered her eyes and raised her glass, covered her mouth with her big sleeve, took a sip of tea, and said softly: "But I hate Wei's people."

"That's up to you."

Li Bao'er was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but look at Ouyang Rong's expression of "you better not listen, I'm too lazy to care about it".
"Actually, I also think so. Our family has been away from the court for more than ten years. We are in a weak position, and there is nothing in the court and the public. If we still want to return to the capital safely, then don't offend anyone for the time being.

"Although I don't like Wei's family, I don't want to be in the way of falsehood, so in the afternoon, I signaled to the elder brother who received the guests to accept the birthday gift from the concubine of the Wei family and send it out."

Ouyang Rong's face softened a little, and he asked casually: "Should I send the gift away after receiving the gift? They came all the way to Longcheng to give the gift, and if they don't stay for a meal, have a family banquet? To win over affection?"

Li Zou'er frowned:
"Otherwise, what else is there to do? Why are you receiving him at a family banquet? This concubine of the Wei family is just an outsider. I don't like to show my face in front of outsiders when it comes to family banquets. I have no choice but to take off my veil when I was painting on the street this afternoon. .”

Ouyang Rong was curious and puzzled: "Aren't I also an outsider?"

Li Bao'er, who was not wearing purple gauze, glanced at him, but did not answer, and continued to speak clearly:

"Besides, for tonight's family dinner, we still have important people to entertain and appreciate, which is much more important than that, so why leave an outsider for dinner?"

Ouyang Rong squinted at her, but kept silent.

Li Bao'er looked at him with a half-smile, as if expecting him to take over.

It's a pity that someone pretended to be an old genius, and it was certified by a certain junior junior sister.

Li Bao'er also seemed to see this point, so he had no choice but to take the initiative to speak:
"Ouyang Lianghan, my mother is cooking tonight. My brother and I rarely eat it. Are you sure you don't want to try it?"

"Not so lucky." Ouyang Rong shook his head and drank his tea, as if thinking of something, he put down his teacup and asked in a low voice:

"Since your surname is Li, you should know a lot about the emperor's family affairs. I've always been curious about one thing."

"What's the matter?"

"The current sage's surname is Wei, so does she have a name?"

Li Baoer's eyes showed some strange expressions, and he looked Ouyang Rong up and down:
"Why do you want to know this?"

"Curious." He said calmly.

Li Bao'er was quiet for a while, his face became more serious, he nodded and said:
"A woman's nickname can only be known by those close to her, let alone the current Holy One, so such private matters cannot be spread indiscriminately."

"I know... Hey, you are..."

Just as Ouyang Rong was about to answer, he got stuck, because Li Bao'er had already got up without saying a word, walked to the Limu desk, picked up the penholder, and wrote a small word on a piece of white paper.

Ouyang Rong walked over and took a look.

Li Bao'er wrote again, crossing out the word carefully, leaving only a smudged ink blob on the rice paper.

Ouyang Rong was not surprised by her actions, he turned his head and looked out the window, frowning slightly:

"Zhaozi... It's really different from what I guessed before. It seems that the two worlds are still somewhat different."

He murmured to himself, his voice weak.

"What's the difference?" Li Bao'er pricked up his ears, only hearing a few words.

"It's nothing."

After dispelling his doubts, Ouyang Rong's face was dull, and he said casually: "I just think this word is a little delicate, and it doesn't fit my impression of a founding empress with a strong hand."

"Delicate?" Li Bao'er shook her head, speechless: "Then what word is not delicate, and it fits your impression?"

Ouyang Rong took the pen holder which was still full of ink in her hand, casually wrote a word on the paper.

"What is this word, why have I never seen it before?" Li Wrap'er frowned slightly, lowered his head to look at it, his eyes swept away, and his face was curious: "Up and down, how to pronounce it, is there really such a word?"

Ouyang Rong smiled and said lightly: "Zhao."

It sounds the same as Zhao.

Li Bao'er frowned and thought hard, but still didn't recognize her, she shook her head slightly: "I've never heard of it."

Ouyang Rong joked: "Look at this word, the sun and the moon are in the sky, just like Her Majesty's grace and light shining on the people in the dawn of the world, doesn't it fit very well, better than Zhao."

Li Bao'er was stunned, looked at Ouyang Rong, and then looked down at the ink on the paper.

After being quiet for a long time, she suddenly raised her head and asked solemnly, "Where did this word come from? What ancient book is it from?"

Ouyang Rong half-jokingly said: "Couldn't it be made by me?"

Li Bao'er's eyes were complicated, and she stared at his face for a long time.

Treating it as a small episode, Ouyang Rong glanced at the dark night outside the window, turned his head and filled Li Bao'er's teacup, hinting to see off the guests.

Li Bao'er got up, folded a few pieces of rice paper with the word "赵", stuffed it into the sleeve silently, with a calm face.

Ouyang Rong didn't care, and sent the guests out.

In front of the courtyard gate, Li Bao'er suddenly stopped and turned around, with the lantern in his hand illuminating Ouyang Rong's face:
"Ouyang Lianghan, you don't care about many things recently, and you even get impatient sometimes... Do you want to resign from office and go back to hiding?"

Ouyang Rong looked at her serious face, smiled lightly and shook his head:
"What are you guessing about? I just sent it here, and I won't send it far away."

Li Wrap'er looked at his relaxed expression and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I will keep it a secret for you, don't tell Sister Xie and the others, actually you don't have to hide it from me."

Ouyang Rong looked at her sideways, with an expression of "I don't understand what you are talking about".

Li Bao'er nodded, and didn't pursue too much: "It's okay, it's fine if you don't have one, but..."

She paused, and asked casually, "Do you have any gifts for me?"

Ouyang Rong: ...

Li Bao'er hesitated to speak.

Someone put on a straight face: "Hey, that's too much. You come from a royal family and have a wealthy family, but you still ask me for a poor scholar to repeatedly ask for gifts? Forgive me for being poor and have nothing to give."

Li Bao'er blinked, then said in a relaxed tone: "It's just a joke. But the song "Returning to Come" you gave me... I like it very much."

Ouyang Rong only took it as a polite word, and said a few more polite words, and sent away the little girl with plum blossom makeup who still looked reluctant to part with her pretty face.

In front of the door, he turned his head, rubbed his stiff cheeks vigorously, and muttered:
"Why do you feel that this woman is getting more and more evil..."

Back in Meiying Studio, Caishou and other clingy maids were dismissed. By the window, Li Bao'er looked up at the "bright moon" in the sky, she reached out her hand to take out his words from her sleeve, stood under the moonlight, looked down, Dazed:
"There is still a talent for creating characters... The sun and the moon are in the sky, is it because of Zhao... I like it very much, and my grandmother should like it too..."

After thinking for a moment, she took out a luxurious dagger from the cabinet, which was a gift from the Wei family.

Li Bao'er waved it away, and a corner of the thick red sandalwood tabletop was broken and fell.

On the nearby window sill, a lame white cat named Die Nu lay down on the ground with fur, not daring to move at all. It was once very rebellious, and the sword wound on its leg was clearly visible.

"The sword's edge is fine, but I don't know if it's good for killing people."

The little girl propped her chin with her hands, and Mochizuki whispered.

　In the process of sorting out the detailed outline, let’s pave the way for the transition.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)