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Chapter 428 The Sixth Grade Sage and...the Pervert

"Didn't Tanlang go to help the weak? Why did he come back with so many leaves?"

Li Dalang asked curiously.

Qin Ying on the side also suddenly asked: "What did Mr. Ouyang say just now? Why so fast?"

Ouyang Rong walked back with a basket of red leaves, handed it to his junior sister, and casually replied:

"I said that the eldest daughter of my family liked these sycamore leaves, and she felt happy, so she bought them all. I also gave the name of the eldest daughter's family."

Xie Lingjiang tilted his head: "Miss?"

Ouyang Rong blinked:

"I'm not wrong. Isn't the little junior sister the eldest lady? I'm really having a hard time today. I went out to go shopping with Miss Xie to pick up things. Here, take all the leaves and turn them over slowly. Don't blame senior brother for not teaching me. Thank you to the person who translated your poems."

Xie Lingjiang rolled his eyes cutely, stuffed the bamboo basket filled with red leaves back into his arms, turned around and left:

"Then little Rongzi, carry it carefully. Let's go back home."

Li Dalang scratched his head, Qin Ying was thoughtful, and couldn't help but look at the back of the young man in the felt hat in front of her eyes:

"Master Ouyang, why don't you reveal your identity directly? Those people are not good people at first glance. Why don't you clean them up and bring justice to the little girl in the red coat?"

She asked seriously.

Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing.

Xie Lingjiang turned his head and glanced at the Qin sister, who had a strong sense of justice, and felt that she was very familiar.

If it were a year ago, she would have struggled with this issue together with the Qin sister, and she would have been even more confused than she was.

But then I met someone.

Xie Ling Jiang had mixed feelings, and emotionally held his senior brother's hand and answered for him:

“I think there are two reasons.

"First of all, the senior brother's identity is sensitive, so coming forward to help her may not necessarily be a good thing.

"Besides, everyone has their own destiny. Although the little girl in the red coat looks like she is self-reliant and diligent, it is difficult to figure out why she is causing trouble. Many things in this world are not just black and white.

"It's enough to help the weak and control the situation just like the senior brother just did. As for what happens next, it depends on the little girl's own destiny."

After a pause, she saw that her senior brother had no objection on his face, but smiled. She was faintly encouraged and continued with a smile:

"Secondly, you have to pay attention to methods when helping others. You can win favor with others and fight with enemies. I have experienced this kind of thing when I was in Dragon City, and senior brother will not do it.

"Just buy all the red leaves and that's it. If I weren't afraid that those troublemakers were too stupid to understand the meaning, senior brother wouldn't even give me my name as the Xie family.

"But it doesn't matter. It's okay to let the little girl in the red coat know. She looks smart, and she should know that the palace and Xie are benefactors. She can't repay anything, and the senior brother's registration number has never thought of letting him know. She repays the favor.”

Having said this, she took the folding fan from Ouyang Rong and opened it with a "snap".

Using a fan with the words "The state of Zhou is happy and the army has a good man" to fan slowly into the proud heart, the noble daughter of the Xie family said with a smile and a banquet:

"The most important thing is that senior brother just helped me buy red leaves. Who said he was going to help her? It's unfounded. Well, there's no need to be sentimental and repay life or death. She doesn't need to feel that she owes a favor. , It’s just a normal transaction, just a coincidence.”

Li Fusu and Qin Ying couldn't help but look at each other, with mixed tastes in their mouths.

Qin Ying looked at Ouyang Rong with a convinced look in her eyes and said with emotion:

"In such a short period of time, Mr. Ouyang came up with a way to help people in circles, and even took care of the other person's psychological feelings... Aweng was right, Mr. Ouyang is indeed a talented cook, and he is a cook who can take care of everyone's tastes. rare."

Xie Lingjiang was a little unhappy when he heard this: "Stop praising him, you may be pointing your tail."

Ouyang Rong had no choice but to suppress his senior brother. He was definitely his own junior sister.

After a while, everyone found a low-end luxury carriage parked at the agreed place, with a banner with the word "Thank You" hanging on it.

After waiting for a while, the figure of a certain girl with plum blossom makeup appeared in the night, returning with several maids and entourage.

Li Jue'er got into the car gracefully, her face covered with snow-white gauze. Under the gauze, her oval face still maintained the cold and polite manner when it was highly sought after by talented scholars at the poetry festival.

After sitting down, she exchanged a few greetings with her brother and Mrs. Qin. When she learned that they were going hunting in Qiulin, she lowered her eyelashes:

"After we left, what did Sister Xie and Mr. Ouyang do in the afternoon?"

Xie Lingjiang kept his eyes straight: "We queued for a while, and then rode horseback to enjoy the maple leaves outside the city."

Ouyang Rong nodded seriously: "I took the opportunity to give some advice to my junior sister. She benefited a lot this afternoon and I wish I could give her my life."

Li Guo'er said softly, "Oh," and then said, "You haven't committed yourself to me yet?"

Ouyang Rong felt a pain in his waist and changed the subject without changing his expression: "Where is Director Lu?"

"I don't know." Li Bao'er shook his head.

"Wait a little longer. If he doesn't come back, we'll leave first. Anyway, Fellow Daoist Lu knows the way back to the palace." Xie Lingjiang shook his head.

While chatting, Ouyang Rong suddenly asked:

"Junior sister, scholar, gentleman, book translator... are the ninth, eighth, and seventh grades of scholars respectively. Then, what is the name of the sixth grade?"

Xie Lingjiang narrowed his eyes and said softly with his red lips: "Wise man."

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows: "What kind of wise man?"

Xie Lingjiang smiled and said nothing.

Li Dalang still didn't forget something and asked curiously: "What about the book tearer? Which path is it? Is there a next level?"

Ouyang Rong wanted to speak, but Xie Lingjiang snorted: "Yes, a pervert."

"Is there really such a thing? Why does this name sound like a flower-picking thief, not a serious person?"

Li Dalang scratched his head, half-believing and doubtful, with a surprised and digested expression.

Li Guo'er nodded in affirmation: "Brother, I feel right, he is indeed not a serious person."

"..." Ouyang Rong.

Very speechless, he sighed and raised his forehead.

One really dares to make it up, and the other really dares to believe it.

Ignoring the proud look full of smiles from the junior sister, Ouyang Rong sat upright with a straight face.

He raised the curtain with his fingers and looked at the lights outside the window.

……

The setting sun is setting, the streets are ordinary.

A little girl in a red coat walked towards a group of old houses with her palms covered.

Xingzifang is one of the two oldest lanes in Xunyang City. Unlike the other Xunyangfang, which is constantly renovated, many buildings in Xingzifang are old and similar to the urban villages in the old city of Ouyang Rong in his previous life. It is obviously located in a very important location. It's nice, but it's been in disrepair and is a mixed bag. In particular, the houses and courtyards in the square are crowded and old. Because they are close to Xunyang Ferry and Xicheng Gate, there are many businesses and livelihoods, so there are many residents, and it has become the foothold of many immigrants from Xunyang.

Huang Xuan has lived in this old city for a long time and is already familiar with the roads. She knows how to get there even with her eyes closed.

At this moment, she was walking towards home. The wounds on her hands had been wrapped with herbs and tied up with handkerchiefs.

This is a method she discovered when she was bullied and injured by wild children when she was a child. After chewing this common herb on the roadside, the herbal ball mixed with saliva can stop bleeding.

The only drawback is that it is very bitter.

But after getting used to it, she found that there was a hint of sweetness in this hardship...

Smacking her mouth, trying to find that little bit of joy, Huang Xuan covered her hands and turned around an intersection. Suddenly she turned back, and the figure of the strange man was still following her, and her eyes became wary.

This was a passerby she met on the road after returning from the West City Gate. She thought she was on her way, but after turning a few turns, she was still not far behind her.

There is no such thing as a coincidence.

Huang Xuan turned back, her face became calm, as if she didn't care, she turned around and walked around the nearby streets a few times.

When she passed a fork with a lot of people, she suddenly accelerated, moving like a rabbit, and rushed into the busy flow of people on the street...

I don’t know how long it took, but at an alley about three hundred meters away from the busy branch, the figure of the little girl in a red coat reappeared.

She glanced back.

The strange figure of the bad guy who was following him had disappeared. Huang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, quietly touched a hard object in her sleeve that was as long as a baby's forearm, put it away again, turned around, and continued walking towards the courtyard.

But to be on the safe side, she relied on her familiarity with the nearby neighbors and made a few more rounds before she was completely off guard.

Soon, Huang Xuan came to a dilapidated alley filled with all kinds of garbage and smelly water. In front of her, at the end of the alley on the left, a small courtyard with a narrow wooden door came into view.

There was a smile on her tired face that had been smeared with ink.

This is home.

In fact, strictly speaking, it is the home of several families.

Because this small courtyard was crowded with other families, she and her father were just one of them. They lived in one of the houses, which was a woodshed converted into a sleeping hut, and it was half a pound cheaper.

On weekdays, several families share the yard and kitchen, and get along quite harmoniously.

Thanks to the labor siphon of Xunyangdu, the largest ferry in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, Xingzifang, which is close to the ferry, has a large immigrant population and a mixed crowd.

The landlords in the square have also learned a lot. They are all masters of space utilization. They find ways to rent out coffin rooms without worrying about being unoccupied.

However, a few days ago, there were rumors in the neighborhood that a business gang with strong financial resources wanted to rent out the old houses in Xingzifang and renovate them for rent. However, the news gradually disappeared.

Maybe it’s also because there are too many small landlords in Xingzifang, and the houses are dense and messy, making it difficult to negotiate and negotiate. In the end, it seems to have left the matter unsolved.

"Daddy!"

Approaching the yard, Huang Xuan saw a familiar figure of a big man waiting at the door, and immediately shouted.

"Xiaoxuan...what's wrong with your hand?"

The bearded man who had just returned home from work at Shuangfeng Peak smiled a little, then his face immediately changed and he asked warily.

Before Huang Xuan spoke, the man suddenly turned his head and looked behind her.

Huang Xuan turned around quickly, and was suddenly surprised... Why was that man following her again?

She couldn't help but take two steps back.

"This man is..." The bearded man looked at him suspiciously.

In the dark alley ahead, a sword-wielding Taoist priest was slowly walking out. His face was paralyzed and emotionless, but his eyes were staring straight at the little girl in a red coat behind the bearded man.

It was Lu Ya, the "walking under the mountain" of the Shangqing Sect who had disappeared all afternoon.

There was silence in front of the courtyard gate.

The bearded man turned his head to look at his timid daughter, and then his eyes fell on her palm wrapped with herbs. The man's beard and hair suddenly sprouted, and he became furious like a lion's head:

"You're such a thief, you can even bully a little kid, why are you so shameless, you bastard!"

Lu Ya was looking around the dilapidated alley. Hearing this, he frowned and looked at the bearded man who came forward, rolling up his arms, and explained in a serious tone:

"Pindao is not a bad person. I just met your daughter by chance on the street and felt that I am connected with Pindao Mountain Gate. I have no ill intentions... It's not convenient to talk outside. Can you come in and have a chat and listen to Pindao's words..."

"Speak to your mother! Take a punch from me."

The bearded man rushed forward without saying a word.

Lu Ya's expression changed slightly and he took a step back...

"Daddy, don't go..."

Huang Xuan didn't catch the bearded man and had a worried look on her face. She was originally worried that her father would suffer a loss, but then she saw this strange sword-wielding Taoist being chased by her father holding his robe. She didn't even fart the whole time... She suddenly became speechless.

Seeing the figure of the sword-wielding Taoist priest running away at the entrance of the alley, with his hair and crown scattered on the ground, Huang Xuan ran forward with short legs and quickly grabbed the bearded man who was still angry about chasing the bandit.

"Stop chasing daddy...Actually, he didn't hurt Xiaoxuan." She said weakly.

The bearded man said "Bah", stared at the copper bell, and kicked the crown off the ground with a kick. He turned his head, and pressed his daughter's little head with his dirty hands on his relatively clean sleeves, panting. Warning:

"From now on, for Taoist priests like this, you can just pull out the rusty dagger tied to your feet to defend yourself. According to my experience, Confucian scholars are poor and pedantic, bald donkeys bully the weak and fear the strong, and cow-nosed people are pretending. The latter two are strong on the outside but weak on the inside. Don't let yourself be spoiled! The more fierce you are! , the more they are afraid of you, especially when I am not by your side."

The man was verbose and nagging a bit, but Huang Xuan noticed the faint look of guilt and fear in his eyes.

She nodded blankly: "Okay."

After the two chatted, they walked back to the yard. At this time, landlord Chen arrived and appeared at the door.

The expressions of the bearded man and Huang Xuan changed.

Come to collect rent again?

The bearded man who had been domineering and aggressive not long ago suddenly had a frown on his face and had nowhere to put his hands.

Huang Xuan on the side also seemed to have remembered something, and her eyes were visibly flustered.

Unexpectedly, landlord Chen came in and greeted him with a friendly expression.

"Hey, Brother Huang is back, and Miss Huang is here too? Haha, I didn't bother you, did I? I'm sorry, I happened to be passing by. It's a dry day, and my mouth gets angry easily. I just got some new fruits, so I hope you can eat them. Accept it."

The Huang family father and daughter were stunned when they saw Landlady Chen, who always had a stern look on his face like he owed him eight hundred taels, entering the hospital with a basket of fruits and placed it on the stone table very familiarly, with a smile on his face. Flies rub their hands.

Before the Huang family's father and daughter could speak, a woman's charming voice came from the door again:

"Good evening, both of you. I'm really sorry for disturbing your house so late..."

The Huang family's father and daughter turned around and saw a carriage stopping outside the entrance of the courtyard. A lady slowly stepped out of the carriage with a purple and gold silk hanging on her arm.

The noble lady's eyes wandered, and she looked around at the gates of the humble courtyard. She stopped in front of the threshold and saluted the Huang family's father and daughter.

"My surname is Pei, from Yangzhou. I am the thirteenth in the family. You two can just call me Thirteenth Mother... This is polite."

Pei Shisanniang said with a smile on her lips, her eyes vaguely passing over the bearded man and landing on the face of the little girl in a red coat who was hiding behind him.

(End of this chapter)