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Chapter 560: A white jade hairpin wears a sandalwood man, and the old lady persuades the newcomer [Additional chapter 4/5, please vote for me! ]

Ouyang Rong didn't have much impression of his deceased mother.

As for some kind of emotion, yes, but not much.

However, just by looking at the doting and loving attitude Zhen Shuyuan showed him, one can get a general idea of ​​the image of this biological mother, which is no less than that.

The original body used to be a sickly person who was bedridden for many years. Later, when he was able to get out of bed, he just buried his head in reading and did not have much memory of the village affairs in Nanlong.

In the dining room, beside the dining table, not only Ouyang Rong stopped eating and drinking, but also
Ye Weilai, Ban Xi, and the maids who were serving or passing by also stopped quietly and pricked up their ears.

"The Zhao family of Nanlong claims that their ancestors were once a noble family in the pre-Qin period hundreds of years ago, and their ancestors fled here...

"They have always considered themselves to be the orthodox descendants of the pre-Qin nobles, and the family tree in the ancestral hall is also a long list, tracing back to some pre-Qin celebrities...

"Whether it's true or not, the Zhao family in Nanlong is famous for its strict etiquette, especially for women. They emphasize the three obediences and four virtues and must abide by the women's moral training... This has also led to many extreme things.

"But the Zhao family is proud of it. They reject the trend of women being more open to the outside world that has come from the northern capital... In terms of the number of chastity arches, the Zhao family in Nanlong has the most."

Zhen Shuyuan shook her head and continued:
"When a Zhao family girl gets married, she will only marry a scholar, never a farmer's son, or a merchant's son, let alone a soldier's son.

"There are many stubborn people in the Zhao family who care about everything. They attach great importance to family etiquette, or in other words, the family's reputation."

Zhen Shuyuan, whose father and brother both served in the army and came from a military family, curled her lips, but after all, her family respected her sister, so she didn't say it too directly.

After thinking for a while, she nodded again:

"This also made the Zhao family's daughter famous in Nanlong. Although she is far less famous than the five famous daughters of the Great Zhou, every family wants to marry her. Not only in Luling, but also in the neighboring states, people often come to propose marriage.

"Because almost all of the Zhao family's daughters are good wives and mothers, their hands can only be touched by their husbands for their entire lives. It is said that before they get married, if they are touched by other men outside of their family, they will be chopped off...

"Anyway, she is faithful to her husband and stays faithful to him for her whole life. There has never been any messy news about her.

"Tan Lang, your mother is a role model. Everyone in the surrounding area praises her for raising you up... You are so lucky to have such a mother."

Zhen Shuyuan spoke in a sad tone, touched the ice-white jade hairpin that Ouyang Rong took out, and said with emotion:

"If you didn't already have a daughter, your aunt would have contacted the Zhao family in Nanlong to ask if there were any girls of the right age. You could have just married her and saved yourself the trouble, right?

"But let's forget it now. Besides, the incident with you when you were a child has caused the relationship between our family and the Zhao family in Nanlong to be bad..."

Ouyang Rong asked calmly: "What's the matter? Is it...Xiu Niang?"

Zhen Shuyuan did not answer, and continued: "How can Tanlang have the patience to listen to so much from me today?"

Ouyang Rong clenched his fist to cover his mouth and coughed:

"It's also because seeing things reminds me of someone. By the way, what disease caused mother to die?"

Zhen Shuyuan was silent for a moment and sighed:

"She was weak and sickly to begin with. I didn't take good care of you during those years. The Zhao family's daughters are all thin and slender. Well, to use the words of you scholars, they are charming, slender and graceful... Only you scholars like this kind of style.

"But it's not all good for women. Sister Zhao's health is not as good as mine. After all, I come from a military family, my father and brother are both tall and strong, and I also learned some family spear skills when I was a child. Tan Lang should know this.

"When your father passed away, the family suddenly lost its pillar and collapsed. We had to rely on the support of our clansmen. I hadn't come to help at that time. You were still an infant. Sister Zhao supported the whole family by herself. She did all the hard work such as carrying water by herself. Later, she contracted a disease...

"He was also plagued by these diseases and died early. In fact, I might say something wrong, but instead of being tortured by the disease, it is better to...eh."

Zhen Shuyuan kept nagging whenever she talked about the past, but Ouyang Rong never got tired of it.

"Speaking of which, Sister Zhao has always felt guilty. You were weak and sickly when you were young, and she always felt that it was her fault that you were born into this family. However, Tan Lang really took after your mother. He was handsome since he was young and was loved by young ladies. When you were young, all the aunts and uncles in the clan loved to hold you..."

As she spoke, Zhen Shuyuan took the ice-white jade hairpin from Ouyang Rong's hand, stood up, and gently brushed away Ye Weilai who was tying the crown for Ouyang Rong who was about to go out to serve.

The beautiful woman in silk skirt walked behind Ouyang Rong and carefully inserted the ice-white jade hairpin into his hair.

Zhen Shuyuan looked down.

I saw a slender young man in the bronze mirror in front of me. He had a face like a jade crown, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and he was wearing a crown and a hairpin.

"What a handsome young man, he is like jade, unparalleled in the world..."

The beautiful lady in a silk dress with a mole on the corner of her mouth placed her hands on Ouyang Rong's shoulders, bent down, and rested her chin on his shoulder. She stared at the bronze mirror for a while, her face showing longing, and she murmured to herself:

"She really looks like her. Tan Lang has a man's body but a woman's appearance. He is as handsome as your mother, but also weak. But he is better now. Just wear this white jade hairpin.

“Anyway, this hairpin doesn’t distinguish between men and women.

"Besides, it belongs to a daughter of the Zhao family, so it's not convenient to give it to others. Your family heirloom jade bracelet is still kept by your aunt. I'm going to give it to your wife. Forget about this hairpin. You can wear it."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but nag. That's how elders are. It's good to hold the children and talk for a while. Ouyang Rong was used to it and didn't urge him.

"it is good."

Ouyang Rong nodded gently, and after a while, his voice softened unconsciously:
"Aunt, you should also take care of your health. Mother is gone, and we can't live without Aunt now."

"Okay." Zhen Shuyuan nodded, smiled suddenly, and covered her mouth with a handkerchief: "Auntie still has to take care of Tan Lang's children, Tan Lang has to hurry."

Ouyang Rong coughed, rubbed oil on his feet, and quickly went out on the pretext of being on duty.

After a cup of tea, the carriage heading to Jiangzhou Hall was passing through the downtown area.

Inside the carriage, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and rested. He raised his hand to stroke the ice-white jade hairpin and murmured something.

The next moment, a loud sound like a huge bell rang in my ears.

Soon, everything fell silent, even the noise from the bustling city outside seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

"You're pretty good, five thousand is five thousand. It doesn't necessarily have to be a romance. There was nothing wrong with what happened with Ms. Rong last time. Since it's related to a woman, maybe my aunt will be involved? I have to be on guard..." He nodded and sighed.

There are only more than 1,500 merits left, and the landlord has no surplus food.

At this time.

"Long Ling——"

As he nodded, the pendants on his head collided, making a slight crisp sound, which was very pleasant to the ear.

Ouyang Rong was slightly startled...

Not long after, I arrived at the Jiangzhou lobby. As soon as I entered the lobby door, I bumped into Rong Zhen who had been waiting for a long time.

The lady historian asked bluntly:

"Are you familiar with Li Biejia? He is the Prince of Xunyang."

Ouyang Rong didn't even think about it and answered, "Not familiar."

"Even if you don't know him well, you should still take care of him. Why does he keep running to Princess Anhui's place? They were just holding Wei Shaoqi's funeral and the princess is very sad. Why is he running here?"

"Can't you comfort the princess on behalf of Brother Wei? Of course, I'm not familiar with him, so I'm just guessing. No, Ms. Rong, are you still in charge of this? Are you very familiar with Princess Anhui?"

Ouyang Rong asked calmly:

"So, this time Princess Anhui is disgusted and is complaining to you?"

Rong Zhen didn't answer, too lazy to reply, so he waved his hand and turned to business.

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows. In the past, Rong Zhen usually did not mention anything about the relationship between him and Prince Xunyang's Mansion, as if he was deliberately avoiding it. Rong Zhen had no friendship with Prince Xunyang's family and always avoided the dispute between Li and Wei.

The two chatted about the Xunyang Grottoes for a while and learned about the west city gate and the convoy transporting the Buddha head. Ouyang Rong had prepared everything and was only waiting for Nanny Song to agree to dismantle Lin Cheng's mourning hall.

Rong Zhen nodded, said goodbye and left.

But before leaving, she glanced at the ice-white jade hairpin on Ouyang Rong's head and asked calmly:

"Which girl gave it to you?"

"Ahem, it's my mother's relic."

“It looks good and sounds good.”

Rong Zhen stood still, looking at his hairpin and said.

Ouyang Rong smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

Rong Zhen still didn't move, staring at the ice-white jade hairpin for a while. Ouyang Rong kept smiling. After a while, accompanied by a "Long Ling" sound, he tilted his head and asked: "Um, Ms. Rong, do you have anything else to do? Why don't you leave?"

Rong Zhen turned around instantly and strode out.

Ouyang Rong:......

Rong Zhen, with a stern face and sleeves rolled up, left the Jiangzhou lobby and came to the Xingzi Lake construction site.

She walked into a dimly lit mourning hall with only a single lamp.

There was a tablet for Lin Cheng inside the mourning hall, and an old lady with white eyes was burning incense.

Rong Zhen walked forward and also took three incense sticks to light up. She stood side by side with the calm old woman with white eyes, lighting the incense sticks while speaking softly;
He first talked about Ouyang Lianghan's arrangements, and then suggested setting off today to escort the Buddha head to the Xunyang Grottoes... He kept mentioning "Ouyang Lianghan".

Nanny Song listened silently, neither agreeing nor objecting.

When Rong Zhen turned around, the old lady suddenly said:
"The first time I met Lin Lang was when he went to Beijing to take the imperial examination. It was raining at the time. His Majesty asked us to pick them up and bring them to the palace together... I was also a court lady at the time. Many people in the palace were afraid of me, including my subordinates, but... he was not afraid. He came over and held an umbrella for me..."

The old woman with white eyes kept chattering away with a calm expression.

Rong Zhen, who stopped at the door, listened and asked:
"and then?"

"Then... there was no then, oh, there was then, then his child came to the capital... Most of the unfaithful people are scholars, but it had to be him... There are some things that I don't want you younger generations to go through again."

Nanny Song looked back at the spirit tablet and said softly, "Tear it down. You have already given me a lot of face by tolerating my procrastination for so long..."

She suddenly said, "The sachet on your waist is very pretty."

Rong Zhen paused slightly.

Nanny Song turned around and rolled her eyes at her and said:

"I'm not teaching you anything, but your master, the Great Sima Ming, is not here, so I'll say a few words on her behalf to prevent you from getting too deeply involved. But don't worry, I won't gossip about your affairs..."

Rong Zhen suddenly raised his foot and continued to move forward, interrupting her coldly:

"If you like it, I'll give you one during the Winter Clothes Festival."

Nanny Song paused, watched the cold figure of the girl in palace dress walk away, and sighed.

She walked to the altar, picked up a solitary lamp, turned around and left. The empty mourning hall was filled with only a whisper:

"You are even more stubborn than me."

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