Chapter 604 The troubles that belong exclusively to the junior sister... [Please vote for me!]

The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the color of grass looks far away but is not visible up close.

The light rain in early spring and the color of grass are the most beautiful things in spring of the year. After the grass on the bluestone steps in the courtyard is wet with rain, it looks green from a distance, but not when seen up close, creating a hazy scene.

Ouyang Rong quietly closed the door.

After closing the door, he paused on the corridor outside Xiu Niang's bedroom. While putting on a Confucian shirt, he turned to look at the dark and hazy spring rain outside the eaves of the corridor.

The sound of spring rain was a bit noisy, especially in the distance, there was a spring thunder from time to time among the dark clouds.

But Xiu Niang slept extremely deeply, breathing softly.

Maybe it's because Jiubaili Yunmengze has frequent rainy seasons and is a really watery Jiangnan. The embroiderer must be used to the sound of rain.

Ouyang Rong suddenly thought of it.

In the bedroom behind him, a sound of "Long Ling" came from time to time.

He had just flicked the ice-white jade hairpin pendant at the table in the outer room. After waiting for the embroiderer to fall asleep, he placed the ice-white jade hairpin on the edge of the window sill, with one end of the pendant hanging in the air, and opened the window at the same time.

Let the wind carrying rain blow in, knock the pendant, and keep making a "longling" sound, like a rainy doll hanging under the eaves.

Ouyang Rong left another ice-white jade hairpin.

Just in the evening, the embroiderer went out to look for him with a lantern. She put on some rouge and gouache, but she didn't wear this ice-white jade hairpin. She still had the original mandarin duck jade hairpin she got from guessing lantern riddles on the Lantern Festival night.

The ice-white jade hairpin was placed on the original stone table, where Ouyang Rong left it last time.

The embroiderer seemed not to see it.

Well, she really can't see it.

Ouyang Rong was silent.

However, he continued to use this "ice-white jade hairpin that the embroiderer pretended not to notice" to coax the embroiderer to sleep.

Ever since the last time the embroiderer woke up from a dream and was stained with tears, and the two hugged each other and whispered.

The relationship between Ouyang Rong and Xiu Niang has undergone some subtle changes.

As if there was a broken window effect, some physical contact became frequent. For example, just now Ouyang Rong "suspected" that she was walking too slowly and carried her back to the hospital.

There began to be some tacit and ambiguous atmosphere between the two.

Mainly because he saw the embroiderer foolishly not refusing every time, Ouyang Rong became bold and took the initiative to push the boundaries forward again and again, bit by bit, every drop of water penetrated...

It's like boiling a frog in warm water. Try to avoid going too far all at once and scaring away the embroiderer.

But in fact, Ouyang Rong mostly follows his heart and sometimes just does whatever comes to his mind without thinking too much.

Such random and uncertain impulses are relatively rare in Ouyang Rong, who has always been rational and calm.

But because of this, it is novel and interesting...

Ouyang Rong braved the noisy night rain in early spring and returned to the Huaiye Lane mansion.

Before leaving, he took several boxes of Hanlei ink ingots from Pei Shisanniang and brought them back to Yinbingzhai.

Hanlei ink tablets are something Miaosi likes to eat.

It's a reward for her recent efforts in producing spiritual ink.

Although they are not as good as mythical creatures, spirits are rare in the world, and Mo spirits are even rarer.

In the past, Lingmo was monopolized by the Ancestral Hall of Fulu Sanshan.

It was rare for Ouyang Rong to meet a wild little ink master like Miao Si, which was considered an adventure. Of course, it was also important for him to provide a steady stream of literary poetry, otherwise it would be in vain.

Listening to the meaning of Miao Si's words, her friends in Fulu Sanshan all hold their noses and eat Taoist incense to produce spiritual ink. Compared with Wenqi, the taste is like a hard steamed bun with more meat than a big fish...

No matter what, the rare spiritual ink can be regarded as the core material for Fulu Sanshan to perform Fulu spells.

Now he can use Miaosi to produce spiritual ink, and in conjunction with Ouyang Rong's ability to use the purple mist of merit to activate the Three Pure Secrets, it can be regarded as the three secrets that have broken the monopoly of the Sanqing Taoist sect...

Pei Sanniang saw that Ouyang Rong often asked her to help buy "Lingmo", so she bought Hanlei Ink Studio.

Of course Ouyang Rong couldn't tell Miao Si that he could withdraw unlimited amounts of Han Lei Mo ingots.

I could only bring back some ink ingots every once in a while. Although it was a little frequent, I only had three or two each time. I also had to emphasize to Miao Si that "the landlord's family doesn't have any food left."

The little Mo Jing, who looked suspicious at first, was later coaxed to look quite touched, and his view of Xiao Rongzi changed greatly.

Ouyang Rong took the opportunity to propose producing some more spiritual ink and making an additional red and black talisman.

Miaosi nodded and immediately agreed.

This wave is called expectation management.

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"Sir, why does it feel so listless recently?"

In the Xunyang Prince's Mansion, inside Yilanxuan, Xie Lingjiang asked curiously.

She looked at Miaoshi sitting on the steps with her chin propped up.

I saw that the little guy didn't even have the time to catch up and pluck a group of snow-white geese pacing back and forth by the pond in the courtyard, with a gloomy little face.

Ouyang Rong also discovered this when he brought her here, and felt that the current wonderful idea was very suitable for him to be a companion with You Zhong next door.

In the arms of that little princess, there is a kind of hopeless love.

"have no idea."

Ouyang Rong shook his head.

Miao Si was too lazy to look at Ouyang Rong, mainly because he had blocked her mouth with a few ink sticks before coming.

Unexpectedly, Xie Lingjiang looked worried, pulled Ouyang Rong aside, and whispered:

"Senior Brother, is it possible that Mo Jing is just like a human being, like a little girl? She also has a few days every month..."

Wonderful thoughts:……

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Li Dalang hasn't come back yet and is out on patrol.

The regularly held study meeting in Prince Xunyang's Mansion has also been put on hold, mainly because there is currently no news worthy of attention.

However, Ouyang Rong made some progress in asking Xunyang Wang Lixian to find Tao Yuanming's authentic works.

It was not that Tao Yuanming's authentic relics were found, but that King Xiang heard privately about Tan Lang's search for the authentic relics of Prince Xunyang's Mansion and joined in to help search for them.

Ouyang Rong did not comment on the idle courtesy from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The main reason is that he already has an authentic work by Tao Yuanming beside him.

He had already asked for the original manuscript of "The Sapphire Case: Yuan Xi" from Miao Si.

Today I also brought the Xunyang Prince’s Mansion, and also wrote a few more poems about the bright moon.

After visiting his junior sister, Queen Xunyang, and before leaving, Ouyang Rong came to Meiyingzhai regularly, preparing to exchange the original manuscript of "The Case of the Blue Jade: Yuan Xi" for the original copy of "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring".

Of course, I also informed my junior sister about this in advance.

"Elder brother, you can go ahead and take care of sister's yard. I won't go there. Besides, why are you reporting to me such a serious matter?"

Xie Lingjiang shook his head slightly and refused to go with him.

Ouyang Rong was curious: "Why is that? Don't you two visit each other often?"

"We have been visiting less recently. Well, sister Bao'er now insists on keeping the lame civet cat in the yard. In the past, she kept it with Mother Weber because it was too noisy. But from what she said, it seems to be like this recently.

The cat changed its name and became much better behaved. She brought it back and kept it close to her. I don’t know why it changed its name..."

Ouyang Rong covered his mouth and coughed, but did not answer.

For a moment, he ignored Xie Lingjiang's inexplicable blush on his cheeks.

"Then I'll come as soon as I go. It'll take about a quarter of an hour. It won't take long."

"Oh." Under the gaze of Xie Lingjiang, who had a calm and indifferent expression, Ouyang Rong went out and went to the Meiying Studio next door, knocking on the door and entering.

As soon as Cai Shou opened the courtyard door, a furry and snow-white shadow swished towards his legs, rubbing his little face against his trouser legs.

Ouyang Rong knelt down, smiled and touched the little guy's head, then stood up and walked towards Zhulou where Li Bao'er was.

"Meow meow~" He still refused to give up and limped behind him.

Cai Shou became a little anxious:

"If you have the guts, come here, come here...don't nag the guests...If you have the guts, why don't you obey me..."

It's a pity that he didn't pay much attention to her and followed Ouyang Rong's footsteps.

Li Guo'er walked down the Zhulou to meet Ouyang Rong. At this moment, he felt as if he had seen his nemesis. He turned around and ran away with a "meow~" sound.

Li Guo'er didn't pay attention to the little guy. She was used to it. Her clear eyes fell on Ouyang Rong, looked at him, and said in a surprised tone:

"You're really here. I thought last time it was Mr. Ouyang's whim."

"How is it possible? Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow."
To be continued...