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Chapter 585: Pure and Kind Princess [Please give me a monthly ticket! ]

Wei Anhui is actually not very noticeable among the crowd.

Her round face looks like a rising full moon, with a bit of childishness and innocence.

Her skin is fair and has a healthy glow, and the faint blush that occasionally appears on her cheeks is like peach blossoms blooming in spring, gentle and full of vitality.

Although his eyes are not big, they are bright and lively, flashing some curiosity and kindness. His nose is not high, but the lines are soft, blending harmoniously with the entire facial contour.

When she was talking to Ouyang Rong, whom she met by chance at Xunyang Grottoes, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she always had a faint smile on her face, making people feel friendly and warm.

An ordinary little noble lady with a round face and a gentle and simple temperament.

This was the impression Ouyang Rong had at first sight.

"Do you have time later, Master Ouyang? Are you in no hurry to leave?"

Accompanied by Rong Zhen, Ouyang Rong, holding a rosary in his hand, walked over to greet Nanny Song.

Nanny Song's main attention was obviously on the gentle little princess. She didn't pay much attention to Ouyang Rong who interrupted and just responded casually.

Ouyang Rong listened calmly for a while. Wei Anhui, who was trying to comfort the old woman with a rolled eye, suddenly turned around and asked him curiously.

"There's no hurry to leave, but I'll be back in the city later, as I have some official business to attend to."

Ouyang Rong smiled in response.

Wei Anhui happily took out a small note from his sleeve and said with some embarrassment:

"I have to go back to the city soon. I wonder if I can go with Scholar Ouyang. I want to ask you some questions about the rhythm of poetry. It may be a bit intrusive, but I really like your Qingyu'an Lantern Festival..."

Ouyang Rong smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, Princess, please don't believe the rumors outside. This word..."

Wei Anhui looked up at Ouyang Rong and whispered:
"But I heard from Master Su Fu that this poem was written by you... Scholar Ouyang is indeed as humble and indifferent to fame and fortune as he said."

Ouyang Rong:......

"Humph."

He didn't turn around, but heard a girl's cold snort beside him.

Ms. Rong cast a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

And you still say it wasn’t written by you?
Ouyang Rong coughed and was about to speak, but Rong Zhen spoke first:
"Sima Ouyang, you happen to be going the same way as the princess. Why don't you go back to the city together? You can also protect the princess on the way."

"That's right, that's perfect." Nanny Song also nodded in agreement.

Seeing the three women looking at him.

Ouyang Rong glanced at Wei Anhui's expectant expression and nodded slightly:
"Okay. Princess, when you are about to leave, please call me."

"I'll have to trouble Master Ouyang."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand, said goodbye, turned around, and left temporarily, preparing to go to the Big Buddha for inspection with Rong Zhen.

After walking a few steps, he vaguely heard some words from Guard An Hui and Nanny Song chatting behind him.

"Deputy Supervisor Song, please accept my condolences... This is also the meaning of my father's letter... Let me stay here for a while, and burn incense and pray for my third brother and Master Lin at the Donglin Buddha..."

Ouyang Rong looked back and saw Wei Anhui comforting the old woman with a rolled eye in a gentle voice.

Facing her beloved disciple's former fiancée, the considerate and caring little princess, Nanny Song's originally stern expression in front of others softened a little. She patted Wei Anhui's hand lightly, sighed and nodded.

"What are you looking at?"

Rong Zhen, who was walking forward with his sleeves rolled up, suddenly asked.

"nothing."

Ouyang Rong withdrew his gaze and walked forward calmly.

Rong Zhen said softly:
"Princess Anhui is also a devout Buddhist. This time, she came to ask Deputy Supervisor Song for some of Lin Cheng's old clothes. She would take them to the temple and set up a memorial tablet for them as a long-term memorial."

"She is thoughtful. Deputy Supervisor Song's attitude in front of her is different from that in front of us."

"Of course, who doesn't like Princess Anhui's personality?"

Rong Zhen had his usual cold expression and said calmly:

"What's more, she is engaged to Lin Cheng. Deputy Supervisor Song has few relatives and has always treated his disciple Lin Cheng as his own son. When Lin Cheng was in trouble, Princess Anhui did not forget her friendship and condescended to come and visit him often. How could Deputy Supervisor Song not be soft-hearted?"

Ouyang Rong smiled and said, "What a true love in the world."

"Why do you sound weird?"

“Just a feeling.”

……

"What? Master Ouyang is saying that the second line of the poem, 'I have searched for him among the crowd for thousands of times...' doesn't actually have the messy and profound meaning that is being spread out there?"

"That's about right. Often, the person who writes the lyrics doesn't think as much as the person who appreciates them. This behavior is commonly known as brain supplementation."

"Puchi. Then why doesn't Master Ouyang explain it?"

"Why should I explain it? Whether it's a poem or an article, the moment it's created, it no longer belongs to the poet or the author. All the appreciation and criticism from people in the world have formed a part of it. It can be considered as a secondary creation. The original author has no right to stop it..."

"I have never heard of this before, but I feel that it contains profound truths... I see. Thank you, Master Ouyang, for clearing up my confusion."

"Your Majesty, you're welcome."

On the official road to Xunyang City, two carriages were traveling one after the other.

One was the carriage of Princess Anhui, and the other was the carriage driven by Ali.

But at this moment, the carriage driven by Ali was empty, and Ouyang Rong was helping to answer questions in Princess Anhui's carriage.

The curtains on all four sides of the princess's carriage were drawn, making it appear to be open to the air. This was a routine measure to avoid suspicion.

Soon, the convoy arrived at the west gate.

Wei Anhui wanted to ask more questions about his famous works "On Teachers" and "On Chrysanthemums" in the capital, but Ouyang Rong politely declined.

"Let's talk again next time we have a chance."

Seeing Wei Anhui's somewhat lost expression, Ouyang Rong smiled and comforted her.

"Well, I have benefited a lot from the teachings of Master Ouyang today."

Wei Anhui straightened his back and performed the disciple salute.

"You are welcome."

Ouyang Rong supported him falsely. The two carriages parted ways on the street of the West City Gate.

Ouyang Rong stood at the corner of the street, quietly watching Wei Anhui's car go away.

The lingering sound of the crisp wooden fish can still be heard in my ears.

Ouyang Rong restrained his expression and frowned slightly.

Turned around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the teahouse next to him.

It seemed that he didn't expect Ouyang Rong to come and couldn't avoid him.

"Da Lang?"

Li Dalang, who was drinking tea upstairs, suddenly showed an awkward smile.

……

"How long have you been waiting?"

"How long have you been waiting for what?"

Ouyang Rong went up to the teahouse, sat down opposite Li Dalang, bent down, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked without raising his eyelids.

Li Dalang scratched his head with his hand, looking confused.

Ouyang Rong curled his lips, blew the tea leaves on the hot water, and then said softly:

"How long have you been waiting for her here?"

"What are you talking about, Tan Lang? I just got off duty at the Jiangzhou Hall. Today, I have some official business for Jiangzhou Beijia. After I came back, I passed by the market and felt thirsty, so I went upstairs to have some tea."

"Oh, okay." Ouyang Rong nodded.

Seeing his friend sipping his tea silently, Li Dalang sat upright and asked in a serious tone:
"What about Tan Lang? Where did he come back from?"

"At the invitation of the beautiful lady, I am going to the suburbs." Ouyang Rong said without hesitation.

Li Dalang suddenly glared: "Which beauty?"

Ouyang Rong smiled and raised his head: "Which beauty are you waiting for?"

Li Dalang subconsciously said anxiously: "Did Tanlang go to the suburbs with Wei Anhui? How did you two get together? She went out of the city alone in the afternoon..."

Ouyang Rong said nothing, but looked at him with a half-smile.

Li Dalang was stunned for a moment, then he realized that he had fallen into a trap, and his old face suddenly turned red.

Ouyang Rong put down his teacup, shook his head, and told the truth about what happened in the afternoon:

"...So we were all at the Xunyang Grottoes, so we came back together."

"I see."

Li Dalang heaved a sigh of relief, and soon became energetic again:
"Tan Lang, what did I say? Wei Anhui really likes your poems, right? She's not pretending..."

Ouyang Rong did not respond, but asked curiously: "Did Dalang really believe it just now?"

Li Dalang choked, looked at Ouyang Rong with a somewhat resentful look and said: "It's hard for anyone to calm down, okay? Who made Tan Lang so handsome and talented..."

Ouyang Rong said sternly: "But I am pure love, it doesn't matter if you don't believe them, but you don't believe me."

Li Dalang nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, okay. One pure is pure, two pure are also pure, there is no delay."

Ouyang Rong: “……?”

Without waiting for him to speak, Li Dalang closed the lid of the tea and asked with a lively look on his face:

"Tan Lang, you have been together for a long time. What do you think of her? I didn't lie to you. She really has no ill will towards us. She is not like those Wei family members at all..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly interrupted and said, "Not really. By the way, Wei Shaoqi's ashes were sent away a few days ago. She stayed in Xunyang City temporarily, saying that she wanted to worship Buddha and pray for blessings. Do you know about this?"

"I know." Li Dalang nodded vigorously.

"Okay." Ouyang Rong lowered his eyes and asked, "Then from now on, Dalang, you'd better not look for her again. There will be no more chance encounters like today, which we planned in advance. Do you understand, Dalang?"

"Why is that? Wait, Tan Lang, I didn't..."

Ouyang Rong stood up and patted his sleeves:
"Whether there was one or not, forget about it before, but now Wei Shi suddenly asked her to stay in Jiangzhou. It doesn't seem like she is staying here to enjoy the scenery."

Li Dalang couldn't help asking:

"But didn't you and my sister say that there are also disagreements within the Wei family? Compared to the Prince of Wei who has always dreamed of becoming the heir to the throne, the Prince of Liang's Palace is relatively conservative and stable. Wei Anhui happens to be a female member of the Prince of Liang's Palace."

Ouyang Rong nodded gently:
"According to our previous analysis of the situation, there are disagreements within the Wei clan, and the Donglin Buddha now needs us to repair it. For the time being, the Wei clan dare not take action against us or harm you and the prince."

He paused, and as expected, he uttered a "but":

“But Dalang, don’t forget that the Wei family used the Prince’s token to impersonate a messenger to trick us out of the city. At that time, we didn’t expect them to dare to do this, so never put your hope on the mercy of your opponent.

"There is another lesson. Jiangzhou is too far away from the Divine Capital. It takes time for news of any incident in the Divine Capital to reach Jiangzhou. We must be careful of the Wei family or other potential opponents who may try to play tricks on us in terms of time and information.

"In fact, this is also the reason why we are trying our best to return to the capital. The closer we are to the center of power, the smaller the information gap and the more opportunities we have."

"I understand, Tan Lang..." Li Dalang asked with a worried look on his face: "Then...can I watch from a distance..."

"No, Dalang, you are really pure love?"

"No, I'm just curious and want to see what she is doing every day."

Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Dalang for a while, then put down the teacup, turned around and went downstairs, leaving only one sentence:
"Da Lang, don't forget how her two cousins ​​and her fiancé died. Even if she is kind now, even the kindest rabbit will be told by her elders that wolves are natural enemies one day. Hatred can be passed down through blood, and it has been the same since ancient times."

Li Dalang fell silent.

Leaving his friend who was thinking, Ouyang Rong went downstairs.

He returned to his residence in Huaiye Lane with a calm expression.

Entering Yinbingzhai, Ye Weilai was standing on tiptoe under the clothesline in the yard to collect clothes. She turned around and said:
"Tan Lang, there is a letter for you. Miss Xie sent it this afternoon. It is on your desk."

"Oh?" Ouyang Rong walked to the desk, picked up the new letter and glanced at the wax seal.

It was a reply letter from Huang Xuan, sent from Shangqing Maoshan.

"Xiaoxuan is so fast."

Ouyang Rong immediately opened the envelope and looked down at it...

(End of this chapter)