Ouyang Rong stood on the embankment and watched the large ship carrying the emperor's personal envoy leave.

"I hope King Xunyang and Lord Changshi are still waiting for the Zajia family in Xunyang City next time I come back...what do you mean."

He muttered in his mouth, repeated it over and over again, chewing on the words that Khufu had repeated before:

"Is this Ambassador Hu worried that the next time he comes back and passes by Xunyang, if we are not in Xunyang, where else can we go? What is he worried about...

"Could it be that some danger is coming to our door, giving us advance warning and asking us to stay calm?

"Or is there something that needs to be decided until he comes back?"

Ouyang Rong turned around with a thoughtful expression. Before leaving the dock, he suddenly remembered the burning clouds last night.

He turned around and looked at the cloudless sky.

"If you don't go out for the morning glow, the sunset will travel a thousand miles. Today is indeed a good day for traveling. You can only know the slightest thing. This envoy from Hu Zhong knows how to choose the day."

Ouyang Rong nodded.

…

The sail sails against the morning wind as it leaves Xunyang Ferry,

On the moving ship, a bearded eunuch stood at the stern of the ship, looking away from the shrinking ancient ferry behind.

He took out the waist knife he had just received as a gift and looked at the frost-reflective slotted blade under the sun. It was a standard military knife.

The purple-black wooden handle has a faint smell of tung oil.

The original owner must have been a lover of knives. He would regularly apply and maintain the knife, and the handles of the knives would be treated with meticulous care.

Khufu nodded, put away his sword, turned and left the deck.

Just accepting a waist knife as a gift doesn't break the rules.

He put the saber on his waist, held it, turned his head, and asked the palace attendants behind him who were looking at the saber sideways:

"Where is the female historian?"

Everyone in the palace shook their heads and didn't know.

Khufu's expression remained unchanged, as if he was not surprised. He turned around and walked into the cabin. When he came to the largest cabin, he raised his hand and knocked on the door twice.

There was no answer from a familiar cold voice inside the door.

Khufu stood in front of the door and waited for a while.

He breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been holding a big stone on his back and finally dropped it.

Khufu turned his head and looked behind him in the direction of Xunyang Ferry.

He couldn't help but frown.

After a while, the figure of the eunuch with a beard and a beard left the empty room.

…

"Lord Changshi, your female family members are waiting for you at the back door."

After Ouyang Rong sent Khufu off to the ship in the morning, he rushed back to the Jiangzhou lobby and continued working. Not long after he sat down, Chen Canjun walked in and reported in a low voice.

Ouyang Rong signed the document in hand and took it into custody.

He stood up and walked out of the door. He picked up a small stack of official documents from the stacked papers, rolled them up, and stuffed them into his sleeves.

The back door of Jiangzhou lobby.

A carriage from the Huaiye Lane mansion was waiting quietly.

Ouyang Rong quickly got into the car.

"Tanlang."

"Um."

In the carriage, Ye Weila was sitting.

Wearing a charming pink striped chest-length Confucian skirt, her waist-length silver-white hair is tied into double sideburns that resemble twin ponytails, adding a touch of beauty and agility.

Ouyang Rong saw that she was carrying a fruit basket in her hand, as if she had just gone to the Western Market to buy flowers and fruits.

Ye Weilai carefully helped Ouyang Rong, who was bending down to get into the car, and noticed his gaze and immediately replied:

"Tanlang, Zhenguang Street is full of azaleas today."

Ouyang Rong nodded calmly and told the driver outside: "Go to Yunshui Pavilion."

The carriage started slowly.

Ouyang Rong looked at Ye Weila's exquisite dress and smooth hair, and asked, "Auntie gave it to you?"

Ye Weilai's little white-haired head shook her head: "It's Sister Xie."

"Wanwan? She still has time to buy clothes."

Ouyang Rong swallowed the words "lazier than me".

"Um,"

Ye Weilai looked a little happy:

"Sister Xie said that slave learns quickly and saves her time. If she is in a good mood, she will take slave to go shopping and dress up."

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows.

Starting a few days ago, he no longer lets Ye Weilai stay in Yinbingzhai fishing every day.

Start taking the time to consciously teach her some useful things.

When she was in Longcheng before, Ouyang Rong actually taught her how to read and write step by step. Ye Weilai was naturally smart and learned quickly.

She also read a lot of the books on his bookshelf and even memorized them by heart.

At present, Ouyang Rong asked Xie Lingjiang to teach her advanced Confucian knowledge after literacy such as the Four Books and Five Classics.

But the emphasis was not on asking Ye Weilai to compose poems or songs, but on the purpose of letting her understand the allusions of the article in the future.

Regarding these requests, the junior sister at that time looked at him with a slightly strange look,

Ouyang Rong explained jokingly: Drinking ice food does not feed idle people.

In the slightly bumpy carriage, Ye Weilai paused and said:

"Sister Xie was originally going to come over, but then she received news about Miss Li, so she went over, saying that she wanted to supervise Miss Li for Tan Lang to prevent her from messing up and disrupting the arrangements of Tan Lang and the palace.

.”

"What's the news from Her Majesty the Princess?"

"I heard that the Ju Poetry Club has recently recruited several young talents. There seems to be one named Wang Junzhi among them, who was introduced to Miss Li by that annoying Yue Zi'ang."

Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched.

Ye Weilai has always been "the master with all her eyes". As long as Ouyang Rong is around, the white-haired little girl's eyes will hardly leave his face, and her clear blue eyes will look at him from all angles.

At this moment, she noticed the subtle changes in the corners of Ouyang Rong's mouth and asked in a low voice:

"Does Tanlang know this person?"

Ouyang Rong nodded: "It's not a big deal to know each other. This princess is actually quite measured in her actions..."

After a pause, as if remembering his thoughtful rescue last time, he pursed his lips:

"But Wanwan is still thoughtful and thoughtful."

"Yes, thank you sister..."

Ye Weila was about to talk more about a certain "big lady", but she saw Ouyang Rong suddenly said to her with a serious expression:

"You learned the Four Books and Five Classics very quickly. Wanwan gave you a reward, so I can't let you down. Guess what gift I brought you?"

Ye Weilai's eyes were shining, and she couldn't help but straighten her waist and said Nunuo: "I like everything Tan Lang gave me."

When Ouyang Rong saw this, he nodded with relief.

He was not hesitant in his hand, and immediately took out a complicated official document and stuffed it into Ye Weilai's small chest without ceremony:

"Blessed is the girl who learns quickly. Take it, this is today's homework. Take it back and look at it carefully, and become familiar with the signing and signing of official documents.

“Now that you have learned how to read and practiced calligraphy, you can now start learning how to organize your words and write concise written language.

"It is also careful and careful, and the words and sentences are carefully considered. Compared with the poems and songs that cultivate sentiments and show off talents, this kind of imperial official documents are a good example for learning to write articles and speak."

Ye Weilai: "..."

Before she could get downcast, her face turned cloudy.

Ouyang Rong smiled and suddenly turned his hands, and a snow-white gardenia appeared out of nowhere.

If there is moist dew at the broken root system of the flower, it should have just been picked.

Ouyang Rong twisted the flower with two fingers and gently inserted it into the right temple hair of Ye Weilai's temples.

Ye Weilai looked surprised, tilted her head and raised her hand, touching the flower carefully.

Her little nose twitched, sniffing the fragrance of gardenia that filled the carriage.
To be continued...