"By the way, what kind of wine is that?"

Ouyang Rong had just climbed onto the rooftop of Xunyang Tower when he suddenly remembered something and turned around to ask the maidservant who was following him respectfully.

He rushed back to Xunyang Tower from the west city gate to keep the appointment. Yan Liulang was guarding downstairs. When he learned that Ouyang Rong had returned, everyone from the owner of Xunyang Tower and Qin, the pipa master, came to greet him enthusiastically, but they were all waved by him gently.

, declined, leaving only a beautiful maid to guide him upstairs to the rooftop that had been reserved in advance.

The maid asked softly:

"Sir, are you talking about the water and wine in our building?"

"Yes, that's right. This is Brother Huaimin, who keeps it in your restaurant. Take it all. He should have mentioned it to your boss when he came over in the evening."

The beautiful maid praised:

"I have mentioned that this is Xunyang's famous wine. Mr. Yuan, who loves wine, only has two and a half bottles in my building, and even wrote a poem to praise it... Xunyang has so many fine wines that it can keep the cup from drying out. That's what he said

it……"

Ouyang Rong nodded:

"It can make the cup dry, but it can make people dry, right? Okay, bring them all up, don't spare them for our Master Yuan, otherwise you will look down on him." He said with a smile.

"Yes, please wait a moment, sir. I'm going to find my master and go to the cellar to get it."

Seeing the beautiful maids leaving, Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze, randomly picked up a chair by the table, threw his body into the chair, pressed the armrests with both hands, and let out a long breath.

I looked around at the exquisitely arranged rooftop.

He picked up a bundle on the table and opened it.

This was handed over by Yan Liulang just before going upstairs, and was prepared according to Ouyang Rong's instructions.

The package was opened, and inside there was a beautifully packaged ebony box and a bouquet of freshly picked flowers, with dewdrops still condensed on the petals.

Ouyang Rong did not open the ebony box.

He nodded with a slightly satisfied expression.

It's a bit vulgar, but there is no woman who doesn't like flowers and gifts, followed by gold and jewelry.

I am a creature that loves romance and ritual.

Even though she said the same cliche, her hands that took the flowers were not slow at all.

If you don't give it away, there will be problems, because other girls have it, and she can't live without it.

Women love to observe details and add some of their own imagination.

If there is, she may not necessarily think about the good aspects, but if there is no, she will definitely think about the bad aspects.

Flowers and gifts themselves are not worth a lot of money, but they can reflect your intentions. The thoughts behind them are the most valuable in the eyes of women.

Of course, this is based on the premise that she likes you, and she will love whatever you give her. If she doesn't like you, sending flowers and gifts will be cliche, boring, and even disgusting.

However, Ouyang Rong's process and sense of ritual are still very advanced in this world.

Nowadays, many men in Zhou Dynasty have a macho mentality and would not even care about "drinking more hot water" for fear of being insulted and afraid of being said to be a lion roaring from Hedong. Unless they are the kind of young men who are professional in cheating, they can talk sweet words and know how to do it.

Coax the little girl, but this is also looked down upon by the mainstream public opinion in Zhou Dynasty.

Ouyang Rongze does not have this kind of thinking baggage.

In addition, he is also the governor of a state and is busy with official duties, but he can be thoughtful and patient enough to prepare these "little things"... Anyway, the way Yan Liulang looked at Ouyang Rong just now was full of admiration.

Able to bend and stretch, he deserves to be married to a girl with the fifth surname in the Ming Dynasty!

What little lady doesn’t like this?

Although the relationship has been confirmed, it is still as romantic as when they first met.

It’s not without reason that Miss Xie was so eaten up by the Ming Dynasty.

Putting the baggage on the easily accessible cabinet at the entrance to the rooftop, Ouyang Rong glanced at the bright moon above his head.

Today is the fifteenth, and the moon is full and bright.

Tall buildings stand beside the river, and the evening breeze blows gently.

Ouyang Rong slapped the fence and waited quietly. He did not look at the changes in spiritual energy in his body's Dantian for the time being. He would wait until he returned to Yin Bingzhai's study.

Time passed minute by minute.

At two o'clock in the morning, there was still no sign of anyone.

Ouyang Rong frowned slightly.

Are you still practicing?

In fact, Ouyang Rong didn't know why the junior sister was so inwardly involved. It seemed to have started when he was recovering from illness in Longcheng. This appearance of being loose on the outside and tight on the inside, he didn't know if something had stimulated her...

While my thoughts were wandering, there was a sound of footsteps coming from the stairs.

Ouyang Rong immediately cheered up, turned around to greet him, and stretched out his hand to touch the bundle.

"It came just in time..."

Halfway through his words, his face froze and his hand on the bag stopped.

"Rong, Rong female history."

Ouyang Rong was surprised when he saw Rong Zhen rushing in with a piano case in his arms.

Behind her was Yan Liulang who was hesitant to speak, but it seemed he didn't stop her.

Seeing Ouyang Rong coming to greet him on the rooftop, Rong Zhen seemed to be slightly relieved, but his face remained cold.

From behind, Yan Liulang cast a look of apology at Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong waved his hand slightly, and Yan Liulang retreated first.

Walking up to the rooftop, Rong Zhen looked around impatiently.

"I have been looking for you, Ouyang Lianghan, why are you running back here? Just now at the West City Gate, why did you leave without saying goodbye? This is not your style. You didn't even say hello. Are you unhappy? Did I do something tonight?

I am dissatisfied with this palace because of what offended you, so I left early? Huh, this kind of temper is a bit too childish, you...eh."

She was criticizing, and her eyes gradually saw the arrangement on the rooftop clearly, especially the exquisite small coffee table in the clear moonlight breeze. The only outdoor table on the entire rooftop was lit with an oil lamp that had a great atmosphere, as if waiting.

Sit down with someone.

The female historian's eyes changed slightly, and she looked a little suspicious:

"Who are you waiting for?"

Ouyang Rong replied seriously: "No, I'm not waiting for anyone. I'm just having a drink by myself. What's the matter with Rong Nu Shi? It's windy here. Come downstairs and let's talk while walking..."

But Rong Zhen kept his pace and asked: "Why don't you go home and drink if you want to drink? Why choose here to drink? And where is your wine."

Before Ouyang Rong could answer, a figure appeared on the stairs.

"Sir, the wine you requested is here."

The beautiful maid held a tray with three wine bottles in it, walked up to the rooftop, and placed it on the table in front of Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen.

The maid first looked curiously at the ice-beautiful girl in palace attire, and then at Ouyang Rong, who was a little reserved next to her. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief, smiled, and quickly retreated.

"Sir, Madam, please take your time and chat. The night is just right tonight."

Ouyang Rong immediately explained: "This is not my wine, it belongs to Yuan Huaimin. They got it by mistake..."

Rong Zhen looked down at the finely bound basin of water and wine, and suddenly interrupted:

"No wonder Yuan Changshi left so early in the evening and took Commander Yi with him."

Ouyang Rong frowned: "Ah?"

Rong Zhen turned his head and stared at him: "Are you angry? I am really absent-minded tonight and ignore your feelings."

He shook his head: "No, Rong Nu Shi's matter is important, we have to take good care of the seniors."

Rong Zhen pursed his lips, sat down directly on the extra seat, stared at the wine bottle in front of him, and lowered his head slightly:

"I can't drink too strong a drink. My heartbeat will speed up inexplicably. I rarely drink alcohol in the past."

Ouyang Rong immediately stretched out his hand to collect the wine tray: "Then I won't drink. Let Nu Shi tell me what happened here. Let's talk about business..."

Before he finished speaking, with a "pop" sound, Rong Zhen's slender jade hands had already opened the cloth cover of the wine mouth, unsealed it and poured wine.

Ouyang Rong:......

Rong Zhen poured half a glass into the small wine cup in front of him, paused, tilted the wine jug, and added some more, making it seventy full.

Twisting the small wine cup between her two fingers, she lowered her head and took a sip: "It's an emergency. Logically speaking, I can't drink. But if you can help, it's not impossible to make an exception."

"It's okay, you don't need to drink, I'll help you directly." Ouyang Rong waved his hand, his butt on the stool, and asked cautiously: "But Rong Nushi, please tell me what you are doing first."

"Do you still remember the songs that Mr. Yu played when he was visiting Kuanglu Mountain?"

Ouyang Rong looked at her serious expression, hesitated a little, and nodded: "Remember."

"Can you still play?"

Ouyang Rong nodded again: "Yes."
To be continued...