Chapter 711 Gifts from the Girls [Second update of 4k4, please vote for me at the beginning of the month!]
When we returned to Huaiye Lane, the moon was already setting and the sky was about to become bright.
Saying goodbye to the yawning Ali, Ouyang Rong went back to Yinbingzhai.
I didn't immediately go talk to my aunt.
If they met, he would inevitably be scolded by her.
Although Ouyang Rong has the physique of a qi practitioner, he stayed up all night, ran around outside, and had a restless schedule. He was always unreasonable. He would be embarrassed if he bumped into his aunt who was healthy and early in the morning.
Returning to Yin Bing Zhai, Ouyang Rong pondered for a moment, then went to the table and wrote a letter first. After writing, he put down his name, stamped his personal seal, stuffed it into the envelope, and dripped wax oil.
This letter was sent to the Chinese army camp on the southwest front and handed over to Mr. Qin.
What Se Bao'er said just in the early hours of the morning is right.
Wei Anhui left early before the celebration, and the thin-faced man's whereabouts in Hukou County really made him feel a little uneasy.
Ouyang Rong is not a lazy man.
He wants to do something.
"Tanlang."
A weak voice came from the back room.
Ouyang Rong put away the envelope, looked up, and found a girl's figure in a pink and white dress, standing in front of the door, rubbing her eyes and looking at him.
It's Ye Weila.
I don’t know when I woke up.
When Ouyang Rong just came back, he saw her sleeping with her clothes on over there on the bed, without taking off her embroidered shoes. She must have been waiting for him by the bedside until she fell asleep.
Ouyang Rong didn't blame her for staying awake all night and waiting for others.
He said nothing and walked straight away.
"Are you hungry, Tanlang? This slave will bring you some breakfast. You need to rest first and then go to sleep after eating. If Mrs. Zhen asks, I will tell you to get up early to study and not go to the living room for breakfast...sleep until noon.
, slave calls you."
Ouyang Rong came to Ye Weilai, picked her up by the waist, put one hand around her waist, and held her legs with the other, and strode towards the back room.
"ah……"
The girl in a pink and white dress with silver hair touching the floor subconsciously let out a sweet cry.
Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand to explore and found that his legs were bare. This pink and white dress was originally a thin nightgown, covering it outside. It was of course made of sleeping clothes as comfortable as possible.
On the way to the bed, he groped for a while, shook his head, took back his warm palm, and tapped her forehead.
"ah."
Ye Weila, who was dangling in Lang Jun's arms, subconsciously covered her smooth forehead.
"Remember to put it on next time, the little girl is getting wilder and wilder."
Ye Weilai muttered: "It's because the weather is hot."
Ouyang Rong pouted: "Then why are you still wearing stockings?"
Ye Weilai stopped talking. After a while, she came to the bed and when Ouyang Rong put her down, she whispered:
"Coming back so late, I thought Tanlang would come back drunk."
"Drunk?"
Ouyang Rong was stunned for a moment, and then said in a funny tone:
"So you won't wear it?"
Ye Weilai avoided his gaze with her green eyes, biting her lip: "I wore it..."
"Socks are right, right?" Ouyang Rong shook his head helplessly. From the corner of his eye, he saw a soup bowl next to the bed, which seemed to be used to sober up.
He only took off his coat, fell back on the bed, put his arms around Ye Weilai's slender body, closed his eyes and said:
"Okay, if you don't want to eat, go to bed, and you can also catch up on your sleep."
Ye Weilai responded, lying on her side in Ouyang Rong's arms, with half of her face pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
After a while, Ouyang Rong, who was resting with his eyes closed, could feel her moving feet, sometimes hitting his thighs, sometimes raising her stocking-wrapped ankles.
You don't need to open your eyes to know that she is wandering.
What the junior sister said when she said goodbye was right. A woman's heart is as deep as the bottom of the sea. The little girl's heart is the same. Not to mention the bottom of the sea, it is also a deep pool. I don't know what she is thinking about.
However, Ouyang Rong's sleep quality is very good. Before it was placed, it was an upstairs decoration, and he could fall asleep in the first three seconds.
Just before falling asleep.
"Tanlang..."
She shouted weakly.
"Well, what?" Ouyang Rong suddenly woke up.
"Are you sleeping? Then you can go to sleep, I won't make any noise."
Ouyang Rong:......
He opened his eyes. Lying on his back, he directly raised his legs to press her upturned and swaying little feet, and said seriously:
"Okay, tell me quickly."
Ye Weilai buried her face and asked, "Tell me, what patterns and colors does the embroiderer girl like?"
Ouyang Rong was puzzled: "Why are you asking this? What do you want to give me?"
Ye Weilai muttered:
"For aunt's birthday, when you bring her in, slave must prepare some gifts. In fact, slave is already familiar with her, but after all, it is a festive day for entering the house. You can't just thank the girl and the eldest lady for the gift, slave must also prepare some gifts.
A little gift..."
Maybe it's the racial talent that women all over the world have, and this little girl is no exception. If I think about it in detail, it's still a trivial matter that most men think has nothing to do with their experience.
Ouyang Rong glanced at the dazzling skylight outside and felt that he couldn't sleep now, so he turned around and asked directly:
"Okay, what do you want to give?"
Ye Weilai shrank and only uttered two words: "Confidential."
Ouyang Rong suppressed his expression:
"Since we're asking about patterns and colors, it's clothing, fans or jewelry...not beyond this scope."
He said directly: "Don't give away the last two. Thirteenth Niang and I often give them away. There is no shortage of embroiderers. As for the first one, embroiderers themselves are very good in female beauty and there is no shortage."
Ye Weilai nodded and said shyly: "Okay, Tan Lang, don't ask anymore. These are some private things of my daughter's family, so don't ask."
"Okay, just don't be too outrageous."
Ouyang Rong sighed, closed his eyes and went to sleep without asking any further questions.
In fact, I really wanted to complain about how troublesome women are, but then I thought about it. For women, being accepted into the family in public is a big deal.
The embroiderer seems to be making serious preparations as well.
To use a fashionable term from the previous life...this is called a sense of ritual.
Women are really the same in every era.
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"Your Royal Highness, may I ask what this is..."
"This thing is called mung bean soup. The name given to it by Governor Ouyang is just that it has been chilled. I have never tasted it. Last time, a doctor told me to eat less cold meals. This mung bean soup looks very good.
It's cold, but it's almost summer. You soldiers on guard duty are on duty in hot weather. You can drink some to relieve the heat. Take it and distribute it to everyone..."
"Yes, Your Highness the Princess."
The sun is shining brightly and the heat is getting hotter.
In the outer residence of Prince Xunyang's Mansion, Li Congshan, as usual, wore white robes and white armor, and led a group of subordinates to patrol the mansion and check the sentry posts.
Wei Mei led a group of maids here. Except for Wei Mei, all the maids had a food box in their hands, and they were taking out soup bowls mixed with ice and white mist.
After Li Congshan asked a few curious questions, he couldn't help but look serious and clasped his fists at Wei Mei in gratitude.
He knew about this thing called mung bean. It seemed to have come from the Western Regions. However, it used to be used for medicinal and edible purposes, but it was used to make rice porridge and was considered a supplement. This principle is similar to that of all kinds of stir-fry dishes.
Add bean sprouts as well.
The taste is the same with or without it, but adding it seems to make the dishes appear a little richer and fill the stomach more.
Well, another useless but interesting piece of knowledge.
Li Congshan previously thought that these things called mung beans were similar to bean sprouts, but he never thought that they could be made into mung bean soup.
Wouldn’t that be even more redundant? What flavor could it have?
And it's still ice cold.
Which household among the people can afford ice cubes? It is really a genius combination to use it to store this soup.
Moreover, something that is already tasteless will taste better if it is chilled.
Li Congshan shook his head, feeling that it was too extravagant and wasteful.
Princess Wei Mei said that the mung bean soup seemed to be made by the Ouyang governor who taught them how to eat it in his hometown. It can cool down and relieve the heat... Hehe, can it not be cool if you add ice?
Li Congshan was a little less interested, but after all, it was given by the princess, so it would be unreasonable to throw it away casually.
He had to take the lead, so as usual, Li Congshan took the lead in tasting the poison after briefly testing the poison with a silver needle.
Li Congshan was seen standing still.
The surrounding soldiers who took off their masks and prepared to taste it suddenly noticed that their general's eyes widened a bit, and they quickly took a taste. Then they simply dropped their spoons, took the bowl directly, and drank it all in one gulp.
Seeing this, all the soldiers, not knowing why, immediately gathered around to eat. The soldiers who were originally hesitant and cautious also joined in. After tasting, their eyes lit up.
Li Congshan licked his lips and looked at the empty bowl of mung bean soup with a look of surprise and surprise.
It’s sugar, sugar is added to it!
In the Zhou Dynasty, sugar was very expensive. It was really luxurious to put it into soup and boil it. It is estimated that only a family like Xunyang Prince's Mansion could be so generous.
“Iced mung bean soup…”
Li Congshan muttered, glanced at the soldiers rushing to drink, and then looked at the figure of Princess Wei Mei in front of the mansion not far away.
She took her maids with her and was supervising some carriages entering the inner house.
Just after Wei Mei brought these iced mung bean soup to reward the White Tiger Guards soldiers, she casually mentioned that some ice cubes would be sent to the mansion's ice cellar for storage recently.
Li Congshan glanced at it and didn't stop him. He turned around and filled up another bowl of iced mung bean soup...
In the next few days, ice carriages entered the inner house to unload their goods every day.
Li Congshan and other soldiers gradually became accustomed to it. At first, they would do spot checks. However, later, the soldiers discovered that if the goods were opened, the ice cubes would be exposed and melt easily. The sun was very strong outside, and ice cubes were expensive.
It was outrageous, and no one could afford to pay for it. The most important thing was that the prince and princess were nearby, and it was easy to look unhappy, so everyone turned a blind eye and just checked the coachman as a routine before letting the carriage into the inner house.
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In addition, watching the ice carriages coming and going non-stop, the soldiers became more and more impressed by the richness of the palace and how much ice there was.
However, everyone also enjoyed the blessing. From time to time, Princess Wei Mei would send out some iced mung bean soup to reward the soldiers. Everyone was also happy to see that the palace had more ice...
However, there was also one person who objected.
Female Shi Miaozhen.
She threw away a bowl of iced mung bean soup and bluntly asked Li Congshan and others how they could be lazy and neglect their duties.
He also said that they came here under orders to protect the palace, and it was against the rules to accept delicacies in private.
He also said that he would report the matter to the court.
This made Li Congshan and other soldiers a little embarrassed, but on the second day, Princess Wei Mei gave more gifts...
This day, dusk and evening.
Several carriages carrying ice cubes finished unloading and left the inner house as usual.
Under the eaves of the pavilion, Li Congshan, who had drank ice-cold mung bean soup again today, quietly watched the carriage go out.
When he passed the place where the carriage wheels passed, he squatted down, picked up the mud left by the wheels, put it to his nose, and smelled it.
Li Congshan looked at the direction of Kuanglu Mountain not far away, his expression thoughtful.
But soon, he stood up, clapped his hands, and went to lead the night shift.
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Over in Longcheng County, Magistrate Diao received a letter.
Ouyang Rong received this news when he arrived at Jiangzhou lobby early in the morning.
After receiving the letter and reading it, he gradually raised his eyebrows.
The letter mentioned two things. First, Master Shandao rejected the invitation to the celebration.
He couldn't come on the day of the celebration. The letter said that he had recently gone out to give alms, and he was accidentally caught in the rain and fell ill.
In addition, Master Shandao also said that he would come back to observe the Buddha after he recovers from his illness, and let Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen go and liven up the celebration first to make His Majesty happy.
Ouyang Rong twitched the corner of his mouth and continued to move his gaze downward.
The second thing is about Ah Qing.
The last time Magistrate Diao came to Xunyang City for a meeting, before returning home, Ouyang Rong specifically asked Magistrate Diao to visit Ah Qing's family on his behalf.
The most important thing is to ask A Qing privately whether a tall blonde Hu Ji and her people have been looking for A Qing these days.
After reading the letter, Ouyang Rong relaxed his brows and let out a long breath.
According to what Ah Qing said, Xuezhongzhu hadn't looked for her for a long time, maybe he had forgotten her.
In addition to responding to this matter, Ah Qing also sent something, saying it was a birthday gift for Mrs. Zhen, and asked him to deliver it on her behalf.
When Ouyang Rong took the floral cloth bundle from the messenger, he weighed it in his palms and put it away first without knowing what it was.
Ouyang Rong turned to deal with his official duties. He spent the whole morning concentrating on solving all the important matters in a short period of time. He let out a breath and asked someone to call Yan Liulang and others to explain them one by one.
Mrs. Pei Shisan was away, so she was running between Kuanglu Mountain and the newly built Bingjian Store, busy making ice and transporting it to Prince Xunyang's Mansion.
Although he has improved the earthwork method for making ice from saltpeter, it has a shortcoming, that is, it consumes too much saltpeter and other raw materials. However, manpower and raw materials are not a problem. It may work wonders with great effort, but it requires Pei Shisanniang to keep an eye on it.
I can't find any free time.
After finishing everything, Ouyang Rong picked up Ah Qing's baggage, left the main hall, patted his butt and left.
In the main hall, Yuan Huaimin and other officials who were working hard looked at his back with envy.
Because in the next few days, except for Yan Liulang's daily report, Ouyang Rong did not need to come to the Jiangzhou lobby anymore. He took a three-day vacation on the grounds of his aunt's birthday. Well, the approver was himself.
Yuan Huaimin sighed, his eyes a little sad.
Mrs. Zhen was ruthless in not sending him an invitation letter for her birthday, probably because she was afraid that he would continue to have sex for nothing, but Yuan Huaimin would bring a gift. Although he had not started to prepare it until today, he felt that her heart was the most precious.
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All in all, since he couldn't go to Mrs. Zhen's birthday ceremony, Yuan Huaimin had to go to the Xunyang Grottoes to paint during the celebration ceremony before he could rest for a day.
In addition, Yi Qianqiu, the tribe's sister, often came to him in the evenings these past few days to nag him, and tonight was the same. She said she had an important thing to tell him tonight, regarding the celebration ceremony, and told him to be sure to come back at night and not to go to Xunyang Tower to drink.
Listen to music.
Yuan Huaimin felt that the important things about the celebration ceremony were nothing more than some flattering details when painting in public, because after the completion of the giant Buddha, the picture of officials and people celebrating together was to be presented to the aloof saint and unfolded in the court.
The scroll is for the appreciation of saints and civil and military officials...
This is not a painting task, but a political task.
Yuan Huaimin frowned at the thought of having to face Yi Qianqiu's tiger face again after getting off duty today.
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