I haven’t seen him in a few years... In this river?
Ouyang Rong had a lot to ask, and he felt like a teacher was visiting his home... No, it must have something to do with his aunt!
Ouyang Rong threw the things in the kitchen to Xiufa and told him to take care of them, and he took the lead back to Sanhuiyuan.
However, halfway through the road, they met several monks on duty, who warmly reminded them that they had just seen Mrs. Zhen and their teacher Xie Xun going to the Sutra Chanting Hall, and Ouyang Rong and the others were preparing to divert.
"Langjun, Langjun, your clothes, clothes!"
"I know! I'll go back and change clothes, you can go first."
Ouyang Rong looked down. He had just been messing around in the kitchen and had borrowed a set of loose gray monk's robes from the monks at Xiangji Kitchen. His original moon-white scribe's robe was not suitable for rolling up his sleeves while working.
The gray monk's robes on his body were dirty now, as was his face. It was really not suitable to meet the teacher who was always strict and observant of etiquette.
Ouyang Rong did not change his ways and continued to return to Sanhui Courtyard.
When he came to the entrance of the courtyard, he saw that the house was quiet. He pushed the door open and turned directly into the back room. He washed his face with water and wiped it. He picked up the moon-white scribe's robe that he had changed out of, shook it and got ready.
After putting it on, there was a sudden thud and a round ball slipped from between the shirt and rolled to the foot of the bed.
Ouyang Rong was not surprised. He put the sweater on the bed temporarily and bent down to pick it up.
Ouyang Rong had just changed into a clean t-shirt and came out when he heard a girl dressed in men's clothes who was embarrassed to stay in the house anymore and stood in the yard looking at the sky suddenly said in a serious tone:
"You are a little different from the rumors and what my father said. They all say that Ouyang Lianghan is a righteous gentleman, with a strong character, upright principles and brand-new correct words."
Ouyang Rong finally saw the appearance of this strange girl clearly at this time. He couldn't help but look at her twice more, and then moved away as if nothing had happened. However, some sentences that he had glanced at in the book appeared in his mind: The beauty of the sky, the spirit of the girl.
Yan Shuying is a heavenly being.
"You..." Xie Lingjiang took a step back.
Ouyang Rong cursed "nonsense" in his heart. How could an ordinary person fuck two big men without even seeing their legs clearly?
But the next breath.
This voice is like clear frost and cold, falling on the ears, and it is like taking a sip of rice wine in the morning, a little glutinous in the cold.
It's just that this girl is holding a scroll in her hand and standing outside the door. The warm afternoon sunshine slants into the room from behind her. From the angle of Ouyang Rong who is bending over the bed, she is a bit dazzling against the light background. It is really hard to see.
Taiqing has this fair face.
Bang~
A solid muffled sound, mixed with the word "fuck" uttered from someone's mouth, broke the afternoon silence of Sanhuiyuan.
But the next second, the "maid" who came out of the study behind her spoke:
"Why let it go? It's your fault?"
Xie Lingjiang looked at the 'little thief' who looked a bit dumbfounded. She hesitated and said: "What are you talking about? Hurry... hand over the things..." But the voice became quieter, and there were a few green onions on the scroll.
The fingers also clenched tightly, faintly revealing some hesitation.
The girl hummed softly, stepped out of the door, and stood in front of the two of them handsomely, tapping them with the scroll in her hand.
Ouyang Rong almost thought that the original owner of the bead had come to the door. Now he was relieved when he heard that. He took the Night Pearl relic directly into his arms and frowned at the unkind girl. At this time, he heard another sound in the yard outside.
The familiar footsteps of Yan Liulang came from inside.
This is the luminous pearl relic that he had put in the small pocket on his chest. When he took it out to study last night, he found that this little thing actually shone brightly under the moonlight. He didn't know what kind of luminous pearl he really thought it was.
Ouyang Rong didn't see clearly how the long legs of the girl inside the door had just kicked Fei Yan Wu Shi. He only saw that the corners of her clean robe were slightly lifted by the wind, and someone flew away.
Xie Lingjiang frowned with his smoky eyebrows, thought for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
Beside the bed in the inner room, Ouyang Rong had just found the bead when he suddenly heard subtle footsteps coming from the study room in the outer hall. She said it was her aunt's maid. Without raising her head, she picked up the bead and blew the ashes to see if there was anything there.
Knock out a hole.
She had just been flipping through books and waiting for someone in the study when she heard someone hurrying in. She thought it was Senior Brother Ouyang, whom she had only heard of by name but had never met before. She had been looking forward to it, but as soon as she came out, Xie Lingjiang saw
A dirty young monk turned over the senior brother's things beside the bed and found a precious night-light pearl. I didn't expect that the monks of Donglin Temple would do such a thing.
"And there is an accomplice who looks out? Little thief."
Ouyang Rong opened his eyes wide, turned his head and looked at the fellow sufferer who also had a footprint on his chest, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
When Ouyang Rong heard the words, he immediately stood up and stopped looking at her. He lowered his head and patted the ashes on his body. But halfway through, he seemed to think it was unnecessary, so he took off the gray monk's clothes and threw them on the ground. He turned to look at the guardian.
Yan Wuxie in front of him said: "It's okay, I know who she is, and there is no danger. Who is protecting whom..."
The next second, there was another "bang", and Yan Wuxie also flew out and fell next to Ouyang Rong.
After Ouyang Rong saw it clearly, he immediately reacted and secretly thought that he was guilty of mistaking someone's strong capital for his chest muscles.
However, he was rude and said loudly: "What little thief? This is my house. You are the little thief who broke into a private house."
"What are you looking at? Put your things down." The girl outside the door frowned.
"The first sentence of the fifth line on page 18 of the Buddhist scripture "The Theory of Rebirth" in your hand is: 'Recite the name of the Buddha and be reborn in the Pure Land, and achieve Bodhi without fear.' When I read it, I wrote two comments... Hello, little junior sister."
"Father mentioned me? At that time, I was still in Wuyi Lane, Jinling Prefecture, and I didn't go to study with my father. How am I different? But it made a mistake. You think I don't have the Zhilan family tradition of the Xie family in Chenjun?"
Ouyang Rong fell to the floor outside the door, took a deep breath, turned over and touched the faint footprints on his back, staring at the girl inside the door,
"Mingtang!"
Xie Lingjiang immediately turned to that page and paused with his fingertips.
Yan Wuxie didn't know that he was on the verge of unemployment. He widened his eyes, pointed at the girl who was slowly walking out of the door and said, "Mingtang, this... this... is not an ordinary person."
Xie Lingjiang shook his head, "Rake it up? It seems like a habitual offender. If it were other pilgrims passing by, they would probably be fooled by you. But I know the owner of this house. This is where he recuperates. How could it be your monk's room?"
?Don’t fool me.”
"What are you doing?"
This is the home of a daughter who wears men's clothing.
"What am I doing?" Isn't this his house? Ouyang Rong wanted to laugh when he heard the female voice questioning him.
"It's not mine." She shook her head.
Seeing a person flying out of the house, Yan Wuxie in the courtyard first reacted, then he drank violently on the spot, and the burly man rushed into the house with a knife drawn!
A gentleman does not stand in danger. Ouyang Rong looked at her sideways, pretended to nod in greeting, and then quickly walked around the girl and went out, preparing to meet Liulang.
It is quite now.
Ouyang Rong nodded, "You too."
Good guy, why do you feel like you have never defeated anyone since I came here? Ouyang Rong covered his face and was already thinking about changing bodyguards.
"Who is it! If you dare to hurt Mingtang, I, Yan Liulang, will fight with you to the death!"
But when he looked back, he saw a tall and slender man standing at the door of the study, with a fair face and very strong chest muscles, which made Ouyang Rong stunned, because these very strong chest muscles did not match his slender figure at all.
Confusing, how did this happen...etc.
After saying that, Ouyang Rong passed her directly and went to the back room to change clothes. He also said:
Ouyang Rong raised his head and said seriously: "Is there a possibility that I am just a grudge brother? I just...forget it, the sage is right, a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen."
"That's not true." Ouyang Rong tried his best to control his eyes, looked at her without squinting, and said sternly: "I never thought that my junior sister would be so... approachable with her grace."
Approachable? Xie Lingjiang looked back curiously and wanted to ask more questions, but at this moment his father and Mrs. Zhen's laughter could be heard outside the courtyard, so he gave up.
After a while, the courtyard became lively, and Ouyang Rong finally met his mentor, Xie Xun, who "may be very disappointed in him".