"You can't go to Dalang's place to drink anymore."

That evening, at the gate of the county government office, Ouyang Rong said to Yan Liulang, who was chasing after him with great interest.

The latter was stunned and said, "Mingfu wants to give up drinking?"

Ouyang Rong shook his head and said seriously:

"No, Rokuro, think about it. It's unbecoming to go to other people's houses every day to eat and drink. The relationship between officials and people is not that good."

Yan Liulang touched his chin:

"But Mingfu, this is our personal relationship with Da Lang, what does it matter? Da Lang is loyal, and we can't be petty. If we don't go, we won't give him face. Da Lang will definitely not be happy either."

The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched, and he immediately said righteously to Yan Liulang, who was even more shameless than him and loved prostitution for free:

"There's no reason to do it every day. It's too frequent, and if outsiders see it, it will have a bad impact."

Yan Liulang still felt sorry for the meal and drink tickets, and said with a struggle on his face: "What Mingfu said is reasonable, but Uncle Su and the others didn't ask us to do anything. They are just personal friends. We can distinguish between public and private affairs, and we have a clear conscience."

"You have a clear conscience, but my conscience will hurt."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand to chase the person away, and he turned around and left, leaving behind the following sentence:

"Okay, let's go back. I have declined today's invitation. Let's not go there recently. Well, I don't know why there are so many banquets in Dalang's house, and they don't have the same kind of banquets. They have different ones every day...

"It's really extravagant and wasteful. Speaking of which, where did the Dalang family's money come from? I haven't seen what Uncle Su does for a living. Is he just sitting on his family's property? That's nothing to say, but in case... we have to check back later."

Yan Liulang stared blankly at the departing figure of a young county magistrate who was showing an upright attitude. The faintly upright murmur made him twitch in the corners of his eyes.

Ouyang Rong returned to Meiluyuan.

In fact, Su Xian and Su Fu's overly enthusiastic and frequent invitations made him feel embarrassed and also gave him some doubts.

Return to Meilin Courtyard.

Pushing open the courtyard door, Ouyang Rong glimpsed from the corner of his eye, under the grape trellis, a figure with silver hair reaching his waist, holding a tree branch, dancing around, poking left and right.

"Weila? What are you doing?"

Ouyang Rong asked curiously.

Ye Weilai quickly threw the small branch in her hand to the ground, put her hands behind her back, stood upright, nodded and said honestly:

"Master Yin, my slave is practicing his martial arts skills to protect you from now on."

She looked serious.

Ouyang Rong chuckled and glanced at the bare and slender branches on the ground. He nodded and gave an expression of affirmation and encouragement:

"Practice well, and the master will rely on you in the future."

Having said this, Ouyang Rong smiled again, walked over, and gave him a slap on the head.

"Well, okay!" Ye Weilai nodded vigorously and looked around, "Master must be tired from dealing with official duties for a day. Please wipe your face first and take a rest. The slave will go to the kitchen to urge the embroiderer to bring dinner as soon as possible.

"

The white-haired maid, carrying her messy temples that had been rubbed by someone, actively ran into the room. Holding a hot towel that had just come out of the basin in both hands, she handed it to Ouyang Rong, then turned and walked out of the courtyard.

Ouyang Rong looked at Ye Weilai's back as he left the house, laughed and shook his head.

He knelt down, picked up the long branch from the ground, and placed it on the swing next to him.

Speaking of which, Wei Lai is indeed not very old. Girls of this age are supposed to have fun and have fun, but in this era, they have to serve others as a maid.

But why does this little girl like to play with sticks like boys recently?

Ouyang Rong didn't pay much attention.

At this moment, a burst of music came from behind.

Ouyang Rong, who was standing in the courtyard, and Ye Weilai, who was just a few steps out of the courtyard, were both stunned and looked back.

"Master, what is this?"

The sound of the piano seemed to come from the back of the yard, deep in the adjacent plum forest.

It doesn't seem like the distance is too far.

"Why is there someone playing the piano there? Who would go there?"

Ye Weilai stopped, with a slightly confused look on her face.

This plum grove is located behind the courtyard. How can the maids and servants of Meiluyuan enter this plum grove unless they pass by this courtyard.

Could it be that the sound of the piano came from the Su Mansion adjacent to the rear...

Ye Weilai frowned and wanted to return, but Ouyang Rong turned around and said, "Go to the kitchen to prepare food."

Ye Weilai looked at her master's calm expression with his head lowered and silently wiping his face, so he could only nod his head and turn around to leave.

After the white-haired maid left, Ouyang Rong hung the hot towel on the shelf, turned around, and walked toward Meilin at the back of the yard.

He came to a back door that had not been opened for a long time, unlocked it, pushed open the wooden door, and entered the plum forest.

Since his junior sister recovered from her illness last time, he has not walked this plum forest path to the Su Mansion for a long time.

The main reason is that when this plum forest path reaches the end, it has to pass through the boudoir of Su Xiaomei.

I remember that it seemed to have been locked up and no outsiders were allowed to pass.

But now this familiar sound of the piano...

Ouyang Rong, who was thoughtful, walked halfway through the path among the plum trees, stopped slowly, and stood there.

I saw that there was a stone screen wall in the long-abandoned elegant pavilion on the roadside ahead. The sound of the piano came from behind the screen wall, as if someone was playing the piano.

The screen wall blocks the figure of the person playing the piano, but there is a maid standing by and he can see the figure.

This maid seems to be holding an umbrella in her arms, and she is vaguely wearing Su Mansion maid clothes that Ouyang Rong is familiar with.

Ouyang Rong glanced at it silently.

He didn't step forward immediately.

He heard this sound of the piano a few days ago.

In the end, he left the word "six".

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the way he came, seemingly hesitant.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw a little maid with a dumpling face walking out of the pavilion. She seemed to have spotted Ouyang Rong, and this time she walked straight towards him.

The little maid with a bun face looked quite cute and cute. She came to Ouyang Rong with a red oil-paper umbrella in her arms.

"Your Majesty, you are so polite." She saluted.

Ouyang Rong seemed to have remembered something and looked at the familiar baby fat on the maid's face.

He nodded, "Excuse me."

Want to leave.

"Eh!"

Cai Shou took a step forward and called out to Ouyang Rong. She blushed slightly and said crisply: "Do you still remember this oil-paper umbrella?"

Ouyang Rong was slightly surprised, glanced at the umbrella she handed over, took it and touched it before he remembered it.

"Was it at Donglin Temple in Dagushan Mountain the month before last? I seem to have some impressions."

Hearing this, Cai Shou smiled with her dimples exposed, but she pouted slightly: "Mr. Lang is such a noble man who forgets many things, but my young lady has fresh memories and never forgets..."

When Cai Shou said this, the sound of the piano from the mountains and flowing water that had been coming from the pavilion behind her suddenly stopped, and then resumed, but the sound was a little off, as if the fingers plucking the strings were a little unstable.

Ouyang Rong looked at it blankly.

Cai Shou quietly stuck out the tip of her tongue, stopped babbling, and directly stated her purpose:

"I met the young master by chance today. The young lady asked the servant to return the umbrella. Thank you very much for the gift of the umbrella that day."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "It's just a little effort, no need to be polite."

Cai Shou said again:

"Then Sir, can you please be polite? My young lady has invited me, and the young master has come into the pavilion to talk. At dusk, it would be an elegant thing to enjoy the piano in the plum grove.

"My young lady is as elegant as a wandering cloud and a wild crane, and Sir, you are also an elegant Confucian scholar born in an academy. It is fate that we met by chance in Meilin today, and the sound of the piano attracted the guests.

"So there is no need to be too polite, and there is no need to worry about too many red tapes. How about your husband?"

Ouyang Rong looked at the bright eyes of the bun-faced maid in front of him. He thought for a moment and nodded lightly.

"It's hard to refuse kindness, so it's better to be respectful than to obey orders."

I really have nothing to do now, but I want to see what kind of map of Yan country this is... Ouyang Rong walked straight into Yating without any courtesy and walked around the screen wall.

Entrance point.

The beauty wears a dark black Taoist robe, which matches the white snow of her skin.

Three thousand green silk threads are tied up with a finely carved plum hairpin and tied into a green hibiscus crown.

Long piano stand.
To be continued...