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Chapter 668: What? Are you going to see your lover? [Monthly ticket requested! ]

Dongmei snorted loudly.

He lowered his head and rubbed against his master Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong touched its head, chatted with Ali for a few words, hugged the violin case, and got on the carriage.

"Go to Chengtian Temple and pick up Yuan Huaimin."

"Yes, son."

Before the carriage started moving, a graceful noble lady in a purple and gold shawl walked out from the alley not far away. She wore a gauze veil hat, a feather satin cloak, and a low-key black silk long skirt with red edges on the sleeves. She was the most noble woman in the world.

In front of the carriage, Pei Shisan Niang greeted in a soft voice and entered the carriage.

"My son, my son."

Without even taking off her veil and cloak, the mature woman bent her legs and knelt at the feet of the young man in scholar's robe. Her knees were worn and red from being rubbed by the ordinary car boards without expensive blankets, but her eyes were still gentle as she massaged his legs to loosen his muscles.

Ouyang Rong remained calm and dodged.

Pei Shisan Niang said with a smile:

"Sir, why are you keeping your thighs tense? Relax. It's easy to numb your tendons... It doesn't matter if my hands hurt, but I can't hurt your legs."

He said with a straight face: "Thirteenth Lady, be normal."

"What's wrong with me?"

Pei Shisanniang took off her veil and cloak, revealing a round and mellow face. She looked down and saw that she was dressed as a lady. She continued to massage Ouyang Rong's legs gently, just like a young girl, and pouted her red lips:
"Well, my body is very straight. Are you sure it's not my heart that is slightly out of alignment due to the bumps in the carriage?"

Ouyang Rong's tone became a little stiff:
"Mrs. Pei, please respect yourself."

She immediately begged, "Sir, why are you suddenly calling me so distant? I know I was wrong. Please don't call me like that."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, took out a recently used piano from under the seat and started to wipe it.

Realizing that he didn't speak, Pei Shisan Niang rolled her eyes slightly and looked at Ouyang Rong.

I found him sitting upright, wiping the xylophone, his expression calm and indifferent, which didn't seem like he was pretending.

Pei Shisan Niang quietly massaged Ouyang Rong's legs for a while, then at one point she raised her head and rested her chin lightly on his thigh.

The lady in the black dress had a round face. She looked up at the young man in the scholar's robe and said softly:
"It's mainly because you've been at Xunyang Grottoes these days. I've missed you so much since I last saw you. I don't know why, but sometimes when I'm with you and listen to your teachings, I feel at ease and I've learned a lot of new things."

Ouyang Rong continued to wipe the body of the piano, and his voice became a little softer, but he was still a little annoyed:
"Okay, but the floor is cold and hard, you can kneel down if you want, just don't tell anyone that I'm abusing you."

Realizing that her young master's tone was not really disgusting or disdainful, Pei Shisan Niang covered her mouth and smiled sweetly:
"If it's a young master, it's ok to abuse him, but it's not abuse, it's love. There are so many girls out there who are staring at him, but they don't have this blessing."

"You are also blessed, right?"

Pei Shisan Niang said seriously:

"Meeting you, my lord, and turning over a new leaf is truly a blessing for me."

Ouyang Rong thought about it and sighed:
"six."

"I am here, what new orders do you have?"

A stunned and respectful voice suddenly came from behind the car curtain.

It’s Yan Liulang.

The carriage was halfway towards Chengtian Temple when the blue-clothed captain quietly got on the carriage and was about to lift the curtain when he happened to hear Ouyang Rong's "shout".

The two of you connect very well... Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched.

"No new orders, everything is as usual."

"Yes, Mingfu."

As Yan Liulang spoke, he lifted the curtain and got into the carriage. Just as he was about to sit down, he saw Ouyang Rong and Pei Shisan Niang in the carriage, one sitting and the other kneeling.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time and looked at him.

Yan Liulang's butt stopped three inches above the cushion of the seat opposite Ouyang Rong.

With almost no hesitation, he stood up again, turned around and left.

"Why are you running? Come back."

Ouyang Rong frowned.

"Yes, Mr. Ming, I'm sorry, I'm late."

Yan Liulang sat down immediately.

Stopping suddenly and sitting up suddenly may make his butt a little uncomfortable, but who told him to make progress?

Ouyang Rong didn't know that the blue-clothed constable in front of him had just had a vivid image of Wang Caozhi calling her "Sister Rong" sweetly flash before his eyes.

He shook his head:

"Shisan Niang has just been here for a short time, you are not late."

The carriage was bumpy, and Yan Liulang sat upright, not looking at the figure of the mature woman at Mingfu's feet. He looked straight ahead and nodded heavily:
"I understand."

Ouyang Rong asked: "Also, why did you run just now?"

"I remembered that there was something urgent that I didn't do."

Ouyang Rong didn't blame him, but showed some concern:
"Do you want to go over and do it now?"

"No need. I just remembered that my subordinates should be able to help solve the problem. Like me, they have been bathed in the glory of the Ming Mansion for a long time, and they are much more efficient and mature in their work."

"That's good, but don't flatter like Wang Caozhi."

"Yes Yes."

Yan Liulang nodded seriously.

Ouyang Rong moved his thigh:

"Shisan Niang, look at Liu Lang and see if he can learn from him and sit properly."

Pei Shisan Niang pounded her legs and turned back to take a look.

"Sir, there is no room to sit down."

Ouyang Rong frowned and looked over, and found that Yan Liulang was sitting in a rather awkward position.

I don't know when the waist knife was placed on the seat next to me, occupying the position.

Before Ouyang Rong could speak, Pei Shisanniang took the initiative to speak with a serious look on her face:
"Sir, there is indeed something fishy going on with Tao Shou Zhai. Their news was spread through this channel."

Yan Liulang also clasped his fists and reported:

"Sir, Chengtian Temple has been quiet these past few days. They've been hiding quite well. Ha, if it weren't for Fang Juxiu's letter a few days ago, forcing them to take the initiative to contact Taoshouzhai, they probably wouldn't have revealed themselves until now..."

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes, his expression unchanged:

"Wait, wait once, make sure nothing is missed."

He paused and added:
"News will come back as it goes out, just like throwing a stone to test the waters. Wait."

Pei Shisan Niang nodded: "Indeed, a cunning rabbit has three nests, we have to find them all."

Yan Liulang sighed: "Yes, Mr. Ming is really patient."

He remembered something and said:

"It seems that Miss Xiu Niang rarely goes to Chengtian Temple. It's the Fang sisters who go there."

Pei Shisanniang, who was pounding her legs, looked at Ouyang Rong's face and interrupted cautiously:
"Miss Xiu Niang seems to know that the young master doesn't like her going to the temple, and doesn't like her meeting those monks. Wasn't that the misunderstanding last time? The young master was concerned and ran to look for her, but she was not in the courtyard. The young master went there personally to bring her back. Miss Xiu Niang should have noticed that the young master was not in a happy mood that day."

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "Were my emotions so obvious at that time?"

Pei Shisan Niang shook her head: "Not obvious, you have always been emotionally stable, but... women are very sensitive, especially those who care about them, they can detect even the slightest emotional fluctuation, not to mention that the embroidered lady is smart and kind-hearted, you must remember this." Ouyang Rong pursed his lips, was silent for a while, and said:
"I wasn't unhappy at the time, but I was a little anxious and worried about her. Otherwise, I would have only gone to take a last look at the temple and the Zen master. Why would I have gone there and alerted the enemy for no reason?"

"Your Excellency, it's not like you're alerting the enemy." Yan Liulang shook his head: "This monk and Fang Juxiu were in contact a few days ago, which is really funny."

Ouyang Rong said softly:

"There are two possibilities. First, it's a makeshift team. Second, they are not afraid of us."

Yan Liulang tilted his head: "It should be the first one. The Fang sisters are just two young and inexperienced people. But that monk..."

Pei Shisan Niang smiled and said, "I took a look at him that day, and I found this monk a little hard to figure out."

Ouyang Rong, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes:

"What did he say to the embroiderer that day?"

Pei Shisan Niang lowered her eyebrows:

"Sir, he didn't say anything."

Yan Liulang was curious: "Didn't say anything?"

Pei Shisanniang glanced at Ouyang Rong's calm expression and nodded:
"Yes, he didn't say anything. I didn't hear anything from outside. I vaguely saw that he only raised one finger."

"Raise a finger?" Yan Liulang thought: "The embroiderer girl can only write, but does this monk also write? Use his finger to write in the air?"

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "What is his Dharma name?"

Yan Liulang reacted: "One finger Zen Master."

Ouyang Rong smiled softly.

Pei Shisan Niang narrowed her eyes and said:
“It seems that there is no writing. I have heard of this monk before. He is quite famous in Xingzifang. It is said that he only raises one finger to all donors who come to him to solve their puzzles.

“When donors see this finger, they often have an epiphany and realize the Buddha’s teachings… They are so miraculous.”

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Yan Liulang snorted coldly and crossed his arms subconsciously, only to find that his sword was missing. He took a seat next to him and resisted the urge to touch his beloved sword.

Ouyang Rong waved his hand.

"It's okay. The one who moves will always be the first to show weakness, so... let's not move yet."

See the smile on his face.

Yan Liulang and Pei Shisanniang looked at each other and nodded vigorously.

The carriage continued to move forward, but stopped twice to let Yan Liulang and Pei Shisan Niang get off respectively.

Soon, the carriage arrived at a courtyard of Chengtian Temple.

Ouyang Rong walked into the yard and urged Yuan Huaimin.

"I'm coming, Lianghan, wait a moment."

Yuan Huaimin ran to put on his clothes.

Ouyang Rong frowned as he looked at his friend who was bathing and changing clothes:
"What are you doing, taking a shower?"

“It’s called bath incense.”

"I know it's bath fragrance. I'm asking you why you're doing this. Are you going to see your lover?"

"What little lover? Liang Han, stop talking nonsense. Tonight is the Pipa dinner hosted by the Qin family. The music is so sweet. We have to take a bath and burn some incense to prepare. This is called a sense of ritual."

Ouyang Rong:......

He said with a straight face: "First of all, you are not the protagonist of this dinner party."

"I know it's not me. Didn't you say it was an old senior brought by Ms. Rong? We met him in the bamboo forest during the last morning meeting. I should dress up well. This old senior might be a vocal musician like me. We can be close friends regardless of age."

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath, held back, and waited patiently in the yard.

Li Yu was as speechless as Ouyang Rong. He looked at Yuan Huaimin, who was changing his clothes as slowly as a woman. The most important thing was that this old guy kept saying "It's almost done, Lianghan, don't rush me". He was even more troublesome than a woman going out.

Ouyang Rong glanced at the sky and saw that the moon had already risen to the level of his finger.

Tonight's Pipa dinner was specially prepared by him and Rong Zhen for Senior Yu.

While putting on his boots, Yuan Huaimin poked his head out of the house and took a look at Ouyang Rong's outfit: "Lianghan, why are you dressed so casually? This won't work. You need to learn from me."

Ouyang Rong shook his head: "I'm not as arrogant as you."

"No matter how handsome you are, you still have to pay attention to your clothes." Yuan Huaimin said halfway and suddenly winked at him:

"By the way, did you bring your piano?"

"I brought it. What are you going to do?"

"It's just right. After the Pipa dinner is over that evening, let's go to the rooftop of Xunyang Tower. Then we can make an appointment with Ms. Qin to see if she has time to come to the rooftop. The three of us can play music and drink together."

Ouyang Rong frowned: "What do you mean?"

Yuan Huaimin chuckled:
"Of course I want to relax. I've been busy these days and haven't had a drink with Liang Han for a long time. I have to let Liang Han see my leisurely life in the past. Besides, tonight is the 15th of the lunar month and there is a full moon, which is suitable for moon watching...

"I have stored a few bottles of fine wine in Xunyang Tower. Let's have a few drinks together to celebrate the new moon. Isn't it wonderful..."

Ouyang Rong suddenly interrupted: "Do all the young ladies nowadays like this style?"

"Of course, not just now. When I was young, I dated those boudoir girls in Chang'an. I met them by chance at temple fairs or lantern towers, and exchanged letters on weekdays. Then I waited for a special festival, prepared fireworks and Kongming lanterns, and asked her out. We drank together, admired the moon, and set off fireworks and Kongming lanterns... Which girl wouldn't like it? If you like her, just go and propose to her and seal the relationship."

"That makes sense." Ouyang Rong thought for a moment, "You really understand."

"Of course. I used to be a famous romantic man in Chang'an City... So let's attend the dinner tonight first, and when it's over, send Ms. Rong and the others away, and then go to the top floor to relax... Hey, Lianghan, what are you doing?"

"I want to take a shower, too."

"Oh, but how did you suddenly figure it out?" Yuan Huaimin looked at his friend who suddenly became more active with curiosity, but he was somewhat relieved: "As expected, Brother Lianghan is a good friend. He also wants to drink with me and appreciate the new moon..."

Ouyang Rong interrupted and asked, "How do you make incense? Lend it to me too."

"well."

"Don't make any appointments with Miss Qin tonight."

Yuan Huaimin touched his chin and said, "Um... that's fine. Just the two of us, we are close friends, so I won't call you a woman."

Ouyang Rong carefully instructed:
"Remember to send the wine you stored in Xunyang Tower to the moon-viewing terrace on the top floor in advance."

"Row!"

"The dinner is over. Remember to send Ms. Rong and the old senior off. I have to go to the rooftop first."

"Good good..."

Ouyang Rong patted him on the shoulder:

"Send them out of the city, and remember to come back early to rest. You must not be absent for duty tomorrow."

“Okay, okay… ah?”

Yuan Huaimin was startled, his mouth opened wide, and he uttered another longer tone:

"what?"

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