Bai Song was respectfully invited into the mansion. Ouyang's garden was well organized and he walked through several corridors before arriving at the main venue of the Poetry Society.
Along the way, Bai Song suddenly felt familiar, but he couldn't think of where he had seen such a structure.
Ouyang Yanran accompanied him all the way, followed by a group of literati. It seemed that everyone could see the doubts in Bai Song's heart, and everyone smiled.
Ouyang Yanran asked with a smile: "Do you think this garden is somewhat familiar to you, sir?"
"Exactly, I've been thinking about wanting to go, but I don't know where I've seen it."
"Your Excellency, you don't even recognize the house you envisioned?"
"A house of your own imagination?"
"Isn't it worth the construction of the Grand View Garden in the Red Mansion, written by Your Excellency?"
"Red Mansion...Grand View Garden..."
Bai Song was in a trance for a while. After taking a closer look and comparing the descriptions of the Grand View Garden in various chapters of The Red Mansion, there were some similarities. No wonder he felt familiar all the way.
Ouyang Yanran smiled and said: "You don't know, the book Red Mansions is already a household name in Jiangnan. The little girl is just one of the many book fans. She has always longed for the life of the Grand View Garden, so she built a replica of it."
"It's amazing..." Bai Song sighed sincerely. He never thought that there would be such an obsession with red rice in this era.
Miss Ouyang was well-spoken, neither humble nor arrogant. She was good-looking, but not overly attentive. She was very useful to Bai Song by her side.
This house was a small interlude. When it came to the poetry meeting, everyone had already prepared today's poem topics and began to perform their own performances.
Occasionally, when a good work comes out, it will be passed on to Bai Song, who will ask Bai Song to comment on it.
Unknowingly, Bai Song changed from a participant in the past to a bystander now, and his current status has reached the extreme. In the folk poetry gathering, even a fart is considered delicious by everyone.
I felt a lot of emotions when I came here. As time went by, the small poetry meeting gave Bai Song a lot of emotions and memories.
At the end of the poetry meeting, the head of the Ouyang family came to pay a visit.
"Ouyang Heng, a common man, pays homage to Lord Bai."
"Master Ouyang doesn't need to be polite. I heard that Master Ouyang is also a disciple of Old Yu, and we are from the same sect."
"Although we are from the same sect, the common people are dull and unworthy of being cultivated by Mr. Yu. They are not as famous as Mr. Bai."
"Master Ouyang is so polite. As long as all the families in Jiangnan can work together, everyone will have a good life."
"Master Bai will have to take more care of me from now on."
"Definitely."
Bai Song was originally speaking politely, but unexpectedly, the head of the Ouyang family changed his subject and suddenly said: "Since Mr. Bai personally agreed, the common people can rest assured."
"..." Bai Song was stunned for a moment, not understanding.
The head of the Ouyang family continued to say: "My daughter is going to Beijing to visit her relatives tomorrow. I'm afraid there will be no one to take care of her along the way. I beg you to take my daughter with you. This will help the common people feel more at ease."
"What?"
Ouyang Yanran, who was silent, lowered his head slightly and whispered: "I'll have to trouble you, sir, to take more care of you in the future."
"Hey, hey, hey... wait, why didn't I understand?"
"Sir, my daughter is going to Beijing tomorrow. It is really dangerous for me to live with a daughter and no one to take care of her. I beg you to be kind and take my daughter with you so that you can have someone to take care of you along the way."
"No, you..."
The head of the Ouyang family interrupted and said: "My Jiangnan family all looks up to Master Bai. My daughter, Ouyang Jia, is Master Bai's daughter. Master Bai just promised to take care of the Ouyang family. It's easy to take Yanran with me. How can we not agree?"
?”
"Sir Bai, the little girl doesn't eat much and uses less. She can move easily without being a burden. If the adults have inconveniences in their daily life, the little girl can still take care of them."
"this……"
Only then did Bai Song realize that he was following someone else's advice. He had already prepared for this poetry meeting!
But it doesn't matter if he just brings someone with him. Bai Song, a casual person, just has a girl by his side, and he has long been used to it.
Just like that, after a poetry meeting, I went to Beijing tomorrow, and there was one more person by my side.
In response, Jiumei said to Bai Song seriously after hearing the news: "Mr. Bai, you must protect yourself when you go out. There are so many girls who want to throw themselves into my arms now, especially when your schedule has already begun.
Under the premise of being exposed in advance.”
The next day, we set off at Chenshi.
Bai Song frowned when he saw a carriage parked at the gate of Bieyuan.
"Why is it a car?"
The curtain of the carriage was opened, and Miss Ouyang said with a smile: "Master Bai, I don't know what happened today. There are no spare carriages and drivers in the city. Please make do with it. This carriage is spacious, and there are two people...three people in it."
It’s all enough.”
Bai Song looked at Jiumei, who smiled and said, "She is right. There is not a single carriage or horse in the entire city of Hangzhou today."
"It's really a big deal."
"I'm just telling you, you must protect yourself." Jiumei hooked Bai Song's finger affectionately, gave a rare charming smile, and got in the car first.
Bai Song looked at the two pretty faces in the car window, and secretly admired: "We know that there are tigers in the mountains and we go to the tiger mountains, so who is afraid of whom?"
A car and four people were driving monotonously on the official road leading to Chang'an.
The old coachman sighed inwardly as he listened to the laughter of his young lady in the carriage.
"Who is my young lady? There are many young men in Hangzhou who are admired by literati and poets. They have never shown any favor to anyone. They all say that they are as noble as the stars and the moon in the sky... But now they are not actively throwing themselves into their arms and trying their best to please others.
, if those young men in Hangzhou knew about it, I don’t know how many people would be so angry that they would jump into the river."
Just as the coachman thought, Ouyang Yanran knew that she had a heavy responsibility. She only had ten days to go to Chang'an. Whether she could stay with Mr. Bai all depended on her companionship along the way.
So, how can we not do our best to please him?
Everyone in the car could see that Miss Ouyang was trying to please people, and she must have valued the power of Mr. Bai. As for the fundamental purpose and why she did this, it was not clear.
Bai Song didn't like women who wanted to please with purpose, even though she was absolutely beautiful.
But this Miss Ouyang is also different. She knows that she is trying to please, but her flattery is just right, not obtrusive, not embarrassing, and the scale is very good, and she will not lower her status.
Miss Ouyang's kindness made Bai Song feel very comfortable. Having her by his side on the road could indeed alleviate a lot of boredom on the road.
One day later, Bai Song finally couldn't help but asked: "Miss Ouyang, let's not talk secretly. What do you want from each other? But it doesn't matter. I should try my best if I can."
However, Miss Ouyang seemed to have expected the question and said with a chuckle: "Sir, the matter of the people's girls cannot be solved on the road. Let's not think about anything else on the way. When we get to Chang'an, even if you don't let us talk,
The little girl will also tell the truth. At that time, whether the adults help or not, the little girl will have no complaints."
