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Chapter 703: Why tie your hair [5k, monthly ticket requested! ]

Drinking ice.

After sending the little black spirit away and seeing her obediently go back to continue working as a slave, Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze with some satisfaction.

Look around the room.

The lights were on, the room was empty, and the windows were dark.

After being away for ten days, the study and bedroom still feel as lively as ever.

The desk and the floor were swept clean. A potted plant that he liked very much was neatly placed in front of the windowsill, swaying and fluttering. It was obvious that someone had watered it on time.

Outside in the yard, bed sheets were hung out to dry. It was Ye Weilai's habit to wash his bed sheets and quilt covers every half a decade.

Even if he had been gone for ten days, it would not be an exception.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and came to the study.

There was no cold and lonely atmosphere in the study.

Although the desk and bookshelf are tidy, you can still see that the pens, ink, paper and inkstone are often used. Big books such as "Er Ya" are placed on the table for easy access... There is no lack of life.

It should be during the days when Ouyang Rong was away that Ye Weilai came over every day and read and practiced calligraphy regularly in the study.

Ouyang Rong had heard of a saying before, that houses, no matter new or old, need people to live in them. They need "people" to support them, otherwise they will be lifeless.

In a sense, this is also what we often call the breath of life and the smell of fireworks.

Ouyang Rong came to his senses and took out the piano-shaped sword case, clothing bag, etc. that he had brought out this time and put them back to their original places.

This trip to Xunyang Grottoes was safe and sound. Many of the backup plans that I had prepared before were not used at all.

I don’t know whether I should be happy or disappointed.

All in all, it is better to be prepared. A sense of crisis is important.

Ouyang Rong had just finished cleaning up when he heard a familiar sound of footsteps in the yard outside.

Ye Weilai walked into the room holding a bunch of sheets and quilt covers.

"Tan Lang is back."

"Ah."

Ye Weilai greeted him calmly, then went to the inner room and made the bed.

Ouyang Rong sat down on the chair behind the desk, supported his chin with his hands, and quietly watched the white-haired girl making the bed whom he had not seen for many days.

Ye Weilai was wearing a water green skirt and a short jacket with narrow sleeves today. When she was making the bed, her youthful and plump curves were revealed, and she looked slim and lovely.

However, what caught Ouyang Rong's attention more was the temperament that the white-haired girl gradually revealed.

Maybe it was because she was subdued and taught a lesson by Rong Zhen, and because she has been studying hard these days, she has become more bookish, behaves more appropriately, and has lost some of the naivety and willfulness of a girl.

Moreover, Ouyang Rong discovered very early on that she had a strong ability to learn and adapt to the environment.

Sometimes he couldn't help but think that even if he had returned home, Ye Weilai might have lived a good life and he wouldn't need to worry too much.

The world can function without anyone, and the same goes for humans.

However, Ouyang Rong usually couldn't say such things in front of Ye Weilai.

Although the little girl seems to be much more quiet and prudent now, she is still very dependent on Ouyang Rong psychologically, and it has even become a habit that she cannot change.

Ye Weilai still stubbornly believed that without Ouyang Rong, she would be like a rootless duckweed and nothing.

To some extent, Ouyang Rong, who bought her in the small iron cage in the carriage and horse shop, is the whole meaning of her life.

Ouyang Rong also found it difficult to correct this concept.

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses and met Ye Weilai's green eyes.

The little girl had made the bed without him noticing. She turned around, leaned against the bed, and looked at him without blinking.

Ouyang Rong asked softly, "Is there anything going on at home while I'm away these few days?"

Ye Weilai shook her head, got off the bed, and walked over without saying a word.

She took a soft cushion and stuffed it between Ouyang Rong's back and the back of the chair so that he could lean against it comfortably.

Ye Weilai took another cushion and used it to support her knees. She knelt at Ouyang Rong's feet smoothly and naturally, placed her hands on his thighs, and gently massaged his legs to loosen them.

Ouyang Rong looked down and saw the girl's smooth white hair was tied up with a mandarin duck jade hairpin and tied up behind her head in a simple and elegant bun.

The long white hair reflects the light, giving a dazzling feeling.

Under the light, the white-haired girl had a slim and pretty figure, bright eyes, and a plump chest, which showed at first glance that she was well-nourished.

Ouyang Rong's heart was slightly moved. He looked away and reached out to take her homework check.

These were the homework assigned by Ouyang Rong before.

Ye Weilai was not in the least bit anxious about this.

In fact, Ouyang Rong also knew that she had finished writing it long ago. As for studying, Ye Weilai did not let him worry much. Even the junior sister praised her for this. You know, the junior sister was a "top student" from the Bai Ludong Academy and a Confucian lady with high vision. Not everyone could be praised by her, especially for studying.

Ouyang Rong checking homework is more of a formality.

Ye Weilai gently patted her legs while looking down and said:

"Mrs. Zhen liked the bowl of noodles that Miss Xie brought this afternoon very much. She even asked if Miss Xie had specially hired a chef from Nanlong so that it would taste like Nanlong's hometown."

Ouyang Rong paused slightly.

"Okay." He nodded.

Ouyang Rong had already told Ye Weilai about the fact that Junior Sister had seen the embroiderer when the incident happened a few days ago.

Ye Weilai asked some more questions about the embroiderer and Xie Lingjiang.

The two of them talked to each other for a while.

After a while, the atmosphere at the desk became quiet.

Ye Weilai pounded Ouyang Rong's legs, and suddenly hugged Ouyang Rong's legs, and put her little head on his thighs.

The little face is lowered and the hair is crooked.

Ouyang Rong felt the warm wetness of the fabric on his thighs.

He touched her little head and asked helplessly:
"Why are you crying? Wasn't everything fine when you made the bed just now?"

Ye Weilai shook her head, lowered her head and said nothing, her little nose twitching as she sobbed alone.

"Okay, I'm back safely. Nothing happened. Relax."

He changed the subject and pointed to the surrounding rooms:

"Wei Lai has kept the room very clean, just like when I was here."

Ye Weilai buried her face, was silent for a while, and suddenly said:
"Different."

Ouyang Rong was curious: "What's the difference?"

Ye Weilai raised her little face and said seriously:

"I still need you here, otherwise I always feel like something is missing in the house. Although I live here too, it's different with or without Tan Lang. Even if the house is filled to the brim with other things, it still feels a little empty..."

As she spoke, Ye Weilai poked her chest where her heart was with her index finger.

Ouyang Rong was silent. He held her pitiful face with his left hand and wiped the corner of her eyes carefully with his thumb.

Ye Weilai might have felt shy, her pink eyes, which were swollen from crying, looked away with trembling eyelashes.

But she still hugged Ouyang Rong's thighs, with her chest pressed against them, which was still quite warm.

Yes, the first feeling is warmth.

The two of them sat and knelt in silence for a while. Ouyang Rong turned over and used his sleeve to wipe away her crystal tears. After that, he reached out and rubbed her white hair head with her crooked hair.

"Okay, let's go and heat some hot water. I haven't had a good bath in the grotto for a few days. I'm a little dirty. I'm going to take a bath."

"Ah."

Maybe because she had been crying silently for too long and didn’t say anything, Ye Weilai’s nasal sound sounded a little naive.

She stood at Ouyang Rong's feet, supported herself on his knees with her hands, and used the force to stand up.

During this time, whether intentionally or unintentionally, Ye Weilai's fingertips brushed across the inner part of his thigh.

Like a red-hot iron in a furnace, the white-haired girl pulled back her hand as if she had received an electric shock, and held it in her arms, leaning back slightly to look at Ouyang Rong, her pretty face flushed. Ouyang Rong put his legs together, turned his face to the side, and waved his hand hastily, signaling her to leave.

Ye Weilai, who was standing there with her head down and blushing, suddenly stretched out her hand and boldly shook it.

Ouyang Rong couldn't bear it anymore.

He grabbed her slender arm that was trying to take advantage of the situation and pulled her into his arms.

A mandarin duck jade hairpin was pulled out, and the originally coiled silver-white long hair began to fly in the air as the little hostess's body spun.

Ye Weilai was about to put her homework together with the other completed homework on her desk and undergo a detailed inspection by a teacher.

At this time, she was sitting on the table, pressing the man's chest with both hands:
"Wait, wait, wait a minute, Tan Lang."

Ouyang Rong stopped as if braking and looked at her straight.

Ye Weilai whispered:
"It's not all gone yet."

"what?"

Ye Weilai tilted her head and said, "My period came. It came the day before yesterday. I checked just now in the evening and it hasn't...finished yet."

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath, let go, took two steps back, and swung his body into the chair behind him.

Ye Weilai saw from the corner of her eye that Tan Lang said with a stern face:

"Go and have a rest, remember to drink more hot water... No, then why are you teasing me, you little girl is asking for a beating."

When he spoke the latter part, his words became somewhat unpleasant.

Ye Weilai's voice was as thin as a mosquito's:
"I thought Tan Lang had already reached the state of a saint. Didn't he go to find Xiu Niang and Miss Xie? Why did Tan Lang come back so late?"

Ouyang Rong said nonsense in a serious tone: "My relationship with Xiu Niang is innocent, and my relationship with Junior Sister is also pure and flawless. Little girl, don't talk nonsense."

"Oh~"

Ye Weilai touched her pink lower lip with her index finger, and slightly bent her fingertip to open her lower lip, revealing a few moist white teeth, and uttered a sentence between her lips and teeth:
"What about He Nuer, too?"

"Yeah, that's right..."

Before Ouyang Rong could nod and finish his words, his eyes immediately caught sight of the white-haired girl in front of him, her slender body leaning against the desk, facing him.

The hand that was originally touching her lips slid down to her legs, lifted up the aqua green skirt on her body, lifted it up to her waist, and quietly revealed it to him, which was also aqua green.

Moreover, Ye Weilai was looking at him eagerly with her green eyes rolled up, her little face was red, and there were still remnants of the lovely expression from not long ago.

The visual impact of this posture and expression was so great that it almost killed the man.

"?"

Ouyang Rong immediately stood up and was about to leave, but the little girl grabbed his arms with both hands and pushed him back to his seat.

Ye Weilai sat astride him, and the little girl hugged her lover tightly with great passion, whispering shyly in his ear:
"Wait, Tan Lang, let me try another method. Just sit still and that'll be all..."

After saying that, she raised her hands, and in front of Ouyang Rong, she pulled her waist-length silver hair that was in the way of her shoulders into a simple high ponytail and secured it with a mandarin duck jade hairpin.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Rong was somewhat "respectful".

But it wouldn't be long before he saw it fall to the ground again, swaying up and down, with its ponytail disheveled.

……

After the Jiangzhou Hall issued the order to lift the blockade, Xunyang City returned to normal after a brief period of bustle.

Previously, there were actually quite a few speculations in the city about the Jiangzhou Hall's sudden blockade of Shuangfeng Peak and concentration of forces on flood control.

Some people speculated that the location of the Donglin Buddha was inauspicious and angered the Water Dragon King.

Some people also said that the giant Buddha in Xunyang Grottoes was destroyed by the same group of Tiannan gangsters who were involved in the previous Xingzifang Buddha incident, so the news had to be blocked to cover up the losses and maintain the face of the court.

However, during the ten days when Shuangfengjian was blocked, the weather in Xunyang City was indeed cloudy and rainy, which is consistent with the theory that the problems at Shuangfengjian were caused by the rising water level during the plum rain season.

But people are naturally anti-authority, and the generally accepted equation is that official explanation equals cover-up, and official refutation equals admission, so naturally all kinds of speculation arise.

However, now, with the lifting of the blockade of Xunyang, nothing has happened for several consecutive days, and the atmosphere inside and outside the country has been calm. These rumors have been refuted, and gradually no one mentioned them anymore.

On the other side of Shuangfengjian, the usual martial law was still maintained, but the white fog from the Yangtze River was lingering on both sides of the river for days. Outsiders passing by could only vaguely see the hazy shadow of the Donglin Buddha under construction on the north bank.

Soon, news came from somewhere that the giant Buddha in Xunyang Grottoes would be completed soon, and the news spread throughout the city.

Along with it, there is also a rumor: the Jiangzhou Hall is preparing to hold a grand ceremony to celebrate the completion of the Donglin Buddha, inviting officials and citizens to observe and celebrate with the saint.

For a time, there were many different opinions, and the two pieces of news spread throughout Xunyang and even spread from Jiangzhou...

……

As the saying goes, once the black hair is loose, it breaks the waist; once it is tied into a ponytail, it is either me or him.

The white-haired girl was born with a deep understanding of this, which should be considered the racial talent of the barbarian women. Although her vagina was blocking the way, her extremely flexible waist was not of much use. However, some fierce quarrels did occur, and the argument lasted until very late.

But the back was not broken.

Ouyang Rong was an old teacher after all. He used to teach while standing and check people’s homework without getting tired for an hour.

Not to mention that I'm sitting now.

Anyway, on the next morning, after covering the silver-haired girl with bedding, he felt refreshed and in a saintly state.

On the contrary, Ye Weilai missed the tea party held by the eldest lady Zhen Shuyuan among the women in the inner house the next afternoon. The reason she sent her maid to take her there was that her throat was uncomfortable during her menstrual period, probably because she had eaten something too sweet and it made her throat ache.

This slightly strange reason for asking for leave naturally made Zhen Shuyuan mutter that these barbarian Hu Ji had so many strange little problems, and they were not as simple and straightforward as the Han girls who drank more hot water. However, the beautiful woman in the silk skirt still carefully instructed the maids to boil some throat-clearing pear soup and send it over...

Ouyang Rong naturally didn't know about these little episodes.

Two days after returning from Xunyang Grottoes, the small wooden fish gained a lot of merit points, and the crisp sound of the wooden fish in his ears was intermittent.

What is certain is that after the flood control is announced to be completed and the blockade of Xunyang City is lifted, the merits earned will begin to be returned one by one.

In the morning, the sun was shining brightly. Ouyang Rong first went to Xunyang Grottoes and met Rong Zhen who was busy.

The lady historian was still the same as before, rushing over with a cold face, as if she didn't have much time to spare, and looked at Ouyang Rong with some impatience.

Ouyang Rong was used to it and had a gentle expression. This time he came to discuss the celebration ceremony after the "re-completion" of the Donglin Buddha. He talked about the attitudes of Prince Xunyang, Yuan Changshi and others, as well as the results of the discussions with them.

Hearing Li and Yuan's supportive responses, Lady Historian's expression eased a little.

Afterwards, Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen exchanged ideas, agreed on a time, and then dispersed. The celebration would take place in these few days.

The two of them have their own specialties and division of labor.

Rong Zhen stayed at the Xunyang Grottoes, continuing to deploy defenses around the Donglin Giant Buddha that had already landed to prevent rebels; Ouyang Rong stayed in Xunyang City, preparing for the celebration ceremony in a few days.

As the carriage drove away from the Twin Peaks, Ouyang Rong lifted the fluttering blue cloth curtain and looked back.

The white mist and the magic array lingering around the Xunyang Grottoes continued, and the inside and outside of the twin peaks looked completely different.

On the way back, Ouyang Rong took the time to enter the Merit Tower and took a look at the cyan and gold font above the small wooden fish.

Merits: 6,122

In the few days after Xunyang City was unsealed, the merit increased by more than 500 points. This wave of growth only gradually slowed down today, so he came in to take a look at the settlement.

Seeing that his merits had risen back to the level of 6,000, twice the safety line of 3,000 merits, Ouyang Rong let out a long breath in the shaking carriage and murmured:
"From this perspective, the effect of the celebration ceremony in a few days should not be bad. We should be high-profile in our work and low-profile in our life. Sometimes we really need to publicize our actions more. There is really no need to flatter ourselves if we keep things hidden..."

Ouyang Rong showed a hint of smile, he was already a little curious about how much merit the celebration ceremony in the next few days could bring to the little wooden fish.

After all, it is an excellent publicity for the Donglin Buddha.

Even if everyone was originally holding a wait-and-see attitude, they should still give the current sage some face and cheer. Moreover, there are many pilgrims and believers in Donglin Temple and other Buddhist teachings in Jiangzhou. These people must be the most welcoming to the Donglin Buddha, and they are very pious...

By the time we returned to Jiangzhou Hall, it was already noon.

Ouyang Rong came to the main hall and sat down. After chatting with Yuan Huaimin for a few words, he immediately wrote a letter and called Yan Liulang to instruct him:

"Send someone to deliver it to the Donglin Temple in Longcheng County and hand it over to Master Shandao personally."

"Yes, Mingfu."

Watching Yan Liulang leave with his fists clasped, Ouyang Rong muttered:
"This time the big Buddha is about to land, so the master has to come. If you don't know, you might think that this Donglin Buddha has nothing to do with your Donglin Temple. This boss did it... He is worthy of being a great monk who protects the country."

He shook his head with a smile.

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(PS: Sorry, it's a little late, this chapter has too much code or2)

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