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Chapter 689 It's about to land [ask for monthly ticket]

This is an extremely simple bamboo hut. The yard is open to the sky and surrounded by a low fence. A purple skirt is drying in the yard, and the umbrella given by Ouyang Rong is leaning against the door.

When Rong Zhen approached, she saw a middle-aged female official waiting at the gate with her head bowed. She bowed respectfully to her:

"Master Female History."

"What's the matter?" Rong Zhen opened his mouth and lazily walked past his trusted subordinate.

The middle-aged female official whispered, "The messenger from yesterday morning is here again, accompanied by a strange man, saying that he wants to see the lady historian for something."

Rong Zhen paused for a moment, then waved his hand calmly:
"not see."

The middle-aged female official was slightly stunned, then took the order and left:
"Yes."

The yard fell silent and Rong Zhen walked into the house.

The sky was filled with fiery clouds, and lights gradually lit up in thousands of homes.

The house was simply furnished and dimly lit. Rong Zhen also lit a lamp, held the lamp in his hand, and walked into the inner room.

It is said that there is a mysterious Buddhist temple in the palace, where Her Majesty the Queen eats vegetarian food and chants Buddha. The two princes of the Wei family and Prince Li Lun are not qualified to enter. Only Buddhist monks and state elders have the honor to enter and preach, but the number of times they can enter is very few...

There are no more than four female officials who are qualified to enter this Buddhist temple and light the lamps for the saint. This is the dream goal of countless female officials in the palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

One of them is Nanny Song, who has followed the saint for a long time and has a lot of seniority.

As for the younger generation, Rong Zhen, a lady of colorful clothes, was almost the undisputed future female official in charge of lighting in the palace of Luoyang. In addition to her own talents, she also had the great grace of the saint.

Rong Zhen walked forward with a lamp, stopped beside the suitcase beside the bed, and began to search in the suitcase.

Russian qing.

She took out a purple bellyband that was washed so much that it looked pale, and slowly clenched her little hands.

If Ouyang Rong were here right now, he would definitely be familiar with this underwear...

In fact, ever since Rong Zhen received this little bellyband from the owner of Dielianhua, he had thought about burning it clean, but in the end, he did not do so.

This is one of the relics her mother left her, sewn by her own hands...

Rong Zhen lowered his head and stared at the small words on the inside of the purple bellyband.

He was silent for a long time.

……

The sunset is like fire.

A carriage drove slowly and stopped at the side of the road. A woman in a black dress and wearing a black gauze hat got into the carriage in a low-key manner.

The carriage continued to move forward at a rather slow speed.

There were two people in the car, sitting face to face.

In the dim space, the only sound was the rolling sound of wheels.

Apart from this, Pei Shisan Niang could only hear her own breathing.

The young man opposite her was silent for a long time, and she didn't dare to look up.

"Take it."

The sudden sound of Ouyang Rong's voice startled Pei Shisanniang. After reacting, she immediately lifted the veil that was in the way and went to take the item he handed over.

She held it in her hand and was stunned after seeing it clearly.

It's a box of plasters.

The lid has been opened and the brown-yellow ointment inside can be seen.

"Sir, this is..."

Before Pei Shisan Niang could react, a white, slender hand holding a handkerchief had reached into her black gauze veil and gently touched her cheek.

Wipe carefully.

"It's quite swollen. They didn't use any light or heavy force on it. It was really too much..."

Ouyang Rong spoke calmly, soaking the ointment in a handkerchief in his hand and using his fingers to carefully apply the ointment to Pei Shisan Niang's swollen and red cheeks that had the marks of the slap.

Pei Shisanniang's body was like a nail, fixed on the seat, allowing Ouyang Rong to apply the ointment. Stunned, astonished, and moved mixed together in her heart, even covering up the tingling sensation like needles when the ointment touched her red and swollen skin.

An indescribable complex expression appeared on Pei Shisanniang's face.

At this moment, she felt Ouyang Rong lift up her black gauze veil as if he thought it was in the way, and leaned forward, moving closer to her cheek, and continued to apply the ointment.

She subconsciously turned her head away, but his calm yet majestic voice came from the front.

"Don't move."

Pei Shisan Niang immediately calmed down and faced him obediently, but she lowered her eyes and didn't look him in the eye.

After wiping quietly for a while, the beautiful woman in the black dress secretly raised her eyes at one point to look at the serious and focused face of the handsome young man in front of her.

Ouyang Rong suddenly spoke:
"Shisan Niang did nothing wrong. At least from my perspective, you performed your duties conscientiously and were loyal."

Pei Shisanniang's silent gaze immediately averted, looked elsewhere, and whispered:
"Wrong is wrong. It is my fault for not handling the matter properly. The two young ladies did nothing wrong. It is right to beat them. They are still angry. I understand..."

Ouyang Rong shook his head:

"No, that's not the truth. You are not wrong. Even if you are wrong, the kind of wrong they say, it is my fault, not yours."

"Sir, you are right, I..."

Ouyang Rong interrupted decisively: "You were just following my orders and have done a good job. It's my fault that you got involved in the disaster. Don't argue anymore."

Pei Shisan Niang looked at Ouyang Rong's serious expression for a while, stopped arguing, lowered her head slightly, and choked up a little.

"You are so nice, young master..."

At this time, Ouyang Rong took back the handkerchief, clapped his hands, looked at her cheek and said:

"Okay, it's done. Take the ointment. I got this swelling-reducing ointment from Yuan Changshi. He has experience in this area and uses it often. I think it's quite effective. You can use it first. If it's not enough, we can talk about it later. Logically, the swelling should go down in a few days..."

Pei Shisanniang took a deep breath, suppressed her complicated emotions, stood up from her seat, and was about to salute:
"Thank you for your kindness, sir..."

Ouyang Rong pushed her back to her seat and shook his head:

"You're welcome, okay, go back and rest early."

Pei Shisan Niang whispered: "Yes."

After a while, the carriage stopped in front of a luxurious mansion in Xingzifang and dropped off the beautiful woman in black dress.

At the gate of her own house, Pei Shisan Niang stood there, looking out, watching the carriage go away.

She turned around and touched her cheek, where the burning pain had subsided a lot. She looked down at the ointment box. At some point, a whisper fell into the evening breeze:
"I really envy them both. Fengjun is in his prime..."

……

"If you're bored, you can go get some spiritual ink. If you want to jump around, you can go back to the closet and do some wild stuff. So can you please go down and stop jumping around on the desk?"

"This fairy just wants to accompany you."

In Yinbingzhai, in the study, Ouyang Rong lowered his head to write and spoke in a cold voice.

On the desk, little Mo Jingmiaosi was sitting on a pile of rice paper, swinging his short legs, supporting his chin with both hands, carefully looking at Ouyang Rong who was writing seriously.

She didn't speak either.

Ouyang Rong was too lazy to pay attention to her, and wrote something by himself, leaving a sentence:
"Well, if you are sick, you can go see a doctor."

Miao Si tilted her head and asked, "Xiao Rongzi, are you angry with me? Well, you can't be angry with me, understand?"

Ouyang Rong said nothing.

Miao Si looked at it for a while, then jumped down from the pile of rice paper and pulled his sleeve:
"How about I take you to see something good?"

After being pulled several times in a row, Ouyang Rong threw his hands and said:

"It's too small. I won't watch it."

"...?"

"You wish. Who showed you that? Do you think I am Xie Yatou and that dumb blind girl?"

"Then get out."

"..."

Miao Si suddenly covered her face and started to cry, seeming to be sad. But Ouyang Rong remained motionless and continued to write a letter.

Miao Si cried for a while, then seemed bored, put down her hands, expressionless:

"Xiao Rongzi, you have changed. You have become crueler."

"Please be respectful, little Rongzi."

"Xiao Rongzi, you are Xiao Rongzi, the hypocritical Xiao Rongzi, the Xiao Rongzi who secretly hides women outside, hehe. But in this fairy's memory, you also have a handsome side. When I saw you in Xiaoxuan's yard wearing a bronze mask, strolling in the garden and throwing red leaves, a poem and a head, you are so handsome."

"Go down, it's no use talking sweetly."

Ouyang Rong was ready to wave him away, but after a pause, he withdrew his hand and continued writing the letter.

However, when writing, his left hand supported the table, and the fabric of his sleeve dragged on the table.

Miaosi, whose palm-sized cuff was all she needed, simply sat on the edge of his sleeve and carefully gathered the fabric of the sleeve into a small pillow.

She lay down, resting her head on the "little pillow", and yawned:

"Well, I'm sleepy. Take a nap. Xiao Rongzi, tell me when you're done."

She fell asleep, and Ouyang Rong noticed that when she was sleeping, his right hand subconsciously clenched the fabric of his sleeve, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

Miaosi suddenly whispered:

"Xiao Rongzi, you won't abandon me, will you?"

Ouyang Rong snorted.

Miao Si got up, half-knelt on the table, tugged at his sleeves, looked up eagerly and said:

"Okay, I admit that I made some mistakes. Don't be angry."

She scratched her head and said:
"Well, although I don't want to admit it, I have to admit that sometimes I get carried away and think that it's fun and not a big deal. I didn't expect it would cause you displeasure. At that time, I took it for granted that we were good friends and there was no problem. I treated your things as my own. To use your words before, I just don't have a sense of propriety or boundaries..."

I heard the rare self-examination and mumbling of the little ink spirit at hand.

Ouyang Rong whispered:
"I'll say it again, no air."

"Then why don't you talk to me?"

"I'm busy, writing a letter."

"Who is it for?"

"Teacher, and Madam Xie, Junior Sister's aunt."

"Why write to them?"

Ouyang Rong said seriously:

“My aunt said that she would go and talk to my junior sister about her engagement, but I feel that I need to express my views on some matters as well, not just to the elders.

"So I've been exchanging letters with Teacher and Madam Xie recently, and I've been talking about my junior sister, my situation, and... the matter of the embroiderer."

After listening to Ouyang Rong's gentle words, Miao Si couldn't help but say:
"No wonder Xie girl and that dumb and blind girl love you so much. Any girl should like a man like Xiao Rongzi."

The little ink spirit was very emotional.
Ouyang Rong's face turned:
"If you just want to brag, you can go back to the closet and talk to it."

Miao Si shook his head:
"It's not a lie, it's the truth. This fairy really feels that way."

Ouyang Rong didn't want to talk much and concentrated on writing the letter.

Miao Si suddenly asked:

"Actually, if I think about it carefully, I was wrong that day. When I found out about that embroiderer, I should have informed you first instead of attacking you suddenly."

Ouyang Rong asked:

"So, you identified the embroiderer's yard by the writing style and ink on the amulet?"

"Well, more or less."

"As for Ms. Rong, do you know what method she used? Did she find the embroiderer's courtyard?"

Miao Si shook her head.

There was silence between the two again.

The only sound left was the rustling sound of Ouyang Rong writing.

Miao Si suddenly said:

"As long as I produce spiritual ink, will you completely forgive me?"

Ouyang Rong frowned and said nothing.

Miaosi suddenly jumped down from her sleeves and ran to the closet.

There was a hint of firmness in his tone:
"Xiao Rongzi, don't miss me too much these days."

"What do you want to do?"

"I'm going to be busy in seclusion to squeeze out spiritual ink."

"So you said you were slacking off before, right? You're more idle than the people in the little princess's yard, but you say every day that you can't squeeze out any spiritual ink."

"Ahem, no, no, forget it. I'm too lazy to explain to you. Just don't think too much about me, hum."

After saying that, the little black spirit dived into the closet.

There was a click.

The sound of her locking the door from the inside could be heard from the closet.

Little Mojing can clearly distinguish between having a full meal and being full every meal.

Ouyang Rong shook his head and didn't have high expectations for this. From past experience, when it comes to disappointing people, Xiao Mojing never disappoints.

Soon, the letter was finished, he sealed it with wax, placed it on the table, got up and went back to his room to rest.

The next day, early.

Ouyang Rong went out with the letter.

After finishing their meal in the breakfast room and preparing to leave, Zhen Shuyuan suddenly said:

"Did you make Qianqian angry?"

Zhen Shuyuan saw Ouyang Rong moving as usual without pausing:

"Well, I did something wrong, but it's redeemable. I'll go and fix it."

Zhen Shuyuan said softly:

"No wonder when I was chatting with her yesterday, her tone was a little strange, as if she was not energetic and was in a daze. She left early without waiting for you to come back. She was not like this before... It seems that my guess was right. Something must have happened."

After a pause, she suddenly asked:
"Is it related to your friend... that woman? Does she know?"

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

It was considered as a tacit agreement, and he went out.

Ouyang Rong got on the carriage and rubbed his eyebrows.

Ever since Junior Sister met the embroiderer, she has been avoiding Ouyang Rong for some time.

Ouyang Rong exchanged letters with Xie Xun and Xie Xue'e, clarifying their relationship and discussing engagement.

The latter two must have kept in touch with Xie Lingjiang by writing letters, but Xie Lingjiang still refused to see them.

The two of them maintained this kind of distant distance and relationship.

Ouyang Rong went to see Xie Lingjiang every day, but was always turned away.

But as my aunt said, yesterday during the day, when Ouyang Rong was busy with official business, the junior sister came to visit her again.

Such an attitude made Ouyang Rong somewhat unsure.

On the way to Jiangzhou Hall, Ouyang Rong took the time to enter the Merit Tower and took a look at the merit value above the small wooden fish:
【Merit: 3912】

In the past two days, another batch of low-rent houses were handed over to the public in Xingzifang. Ouyang Rong's merit points increased a lot, but originally it was more, but a few days ago, Xie Lingjiang and Rong Zhen saw the embroiderer, and the original merit experience package backfired.

Ouyang Rong sighed:
"It's still acceptable. Speaking of which, after feeding Xiu Niang so much, why is there no movement in her body... er, I mean her cultivation level."

(End of this chapter)