No, gentlemen also guard against

Chapter 127

On the breakfast table.

Zhen's sideways glanced silently at Ouyang Rong's silent face.

She couldn't help showing concern in her eyes.

While Wei Lai served Ouyang Rong a bowl of porridge.

The woman in the skirt asked side-by-side:
"Why is Tan Lang eating so slowly today? Why, the county government is not busy anymore? Didn't I hear that the sluice gate and the new canal have heavy affairs before?"

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses and let out a long breath:

"I'm almost done with my work. I have some free time today and tomorrow. There will be a very important ribbon-cutting ceremony the next day... There are a lot of things to do that day."

Mrs. Zhen asked: "Then when the time comes, will Tan Lang come back to eat at night, or should he wait for you?"

Ouyang Rong didn't reply.

It seemed a little inexplicable, and was looked at by Mrs. Zhen a few more times.

At this moment, Wei Lai walked up to Ouyang Rong, carefully holding the rim of the porridge bowl with both hands, and bent down to put it down.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and took a look.

Wei Lai is wearing a moon-white skirt today, with a short skirt on the upper body and a long skirt on the lower body, with a high waist.

I don't know if the style of the skirt is too small, or if the little girl was careless on purpose, the long skirt on the lower body is compact and looks very close to the body.

Especially the narrow waist and hips that were cut, the tight fabric perfectly outlines her slender waist, and the rounded arc below it that rises and falls.

Wei Lai's crotch is not too big, but her figure is well-proportioned, and the gourd-like ups and downs between the bumps and bumps complement each other perfectly.

Right now, only one person in this hall knows about the upright buttocks and the youthful and beautiful sensuality, and he has experienced it in detail when carrying out the family law.

It's just that at the moment, he doesn't have time to think about it.

Wei Lai put the porridge bowl away, and slowly withdrew her hand, she wanted to wipe her red fingers on the corner of Short Ru, before turning around and leaving.

Ouyang Rong suddenly stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around a slender waist, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her.

The white-haired maid let out a startled "Yeah", caught off guard, and fell into the arms of her master.

For a while, Wei Lai was still dizzy, a little confused about the situation, and sat on Ouyang Rong's lap with her straight buttocks.

In a hurry, she looked left and right, and felt the sights like swift arrows cast from all around one after another.

So in an instant, Wei Lai's small face quickly showed a blush like rouge.

It was also the first time for her to experience this kind of situation where she left the Meilin courtyard and hugged her master in public.

After all, night is night and day is day.

Wei Lai is very clear that she can cling to her master as much as she likes in private, but she must restrain herself in public during the day.

She was jealous and secretly spit on Hu Meier to seduce her master, and she was put on the hat of a bitch.

But what if you accidentally ruin the master's reputation of being a gentleman and a gentleman!
She deserves to die.

However, at this moment, someone doesn't seem to care at all about the collapse of the gentleman's personality.

His right arm was bent generously around Wei Lai's waist.

The eyes of all the daughters of the Zhen family fell on the pair of husband and servant girl.

Wei Lai, who was still able to maintain a calm and composed face, was praised by Zhen Shi and envied by her companions before.

At this moment, being stuck in the arms of the master, she was so ashamed that she buried her face in his chest, her ears were so red that she dared not see anyone.

She wanted to push the man's chest down with both hands, but she was unwilling to resist her sweetheart, and she was unwilling to go against his intention at all.

But like now, being hugged so intimately by the host in broad daylight seems not right, too fruitless.

So helpless and shy, Wei Lai called out tremblingly: "Master...Master...someone...someone is here..."

Early in the morning, in front of everyone in the hall, Ouyang Rong hugged Wei Lai and sat in his arms. He turned his head and said to her solemnly:
"Don't call me master, just like your aunt, call me Tan Lang."

Wei Lai was stunned when she saw Ouyang Rong's focused and serious eyes.

In the hall, other women except Zhen Shi heard the words and looked at the white-haired maid with envy and hatred.

Seemingly aware of something, Wei Lai trembled and muttered the address in public: "Tan Lang..."

But Ouyang Rong didn't look at her anymore, he turned his head and looked at Zhen Shi who was silent the whole time on the other side of the table.

The woman in the skirt seemed not surprised by her nephew's surprisingly high-profile oath of some kind of intimacy.

The corner of Zhen's mouth dotted with moles slightly turned down, his eyes squinted at Ouyang Rong who was hugging Wei Lai.

While smiling, her eyes were meaningful.

The eyes of the beautiful woman in Luo Qun seemed to be able to speak.

It seems to be saying to Ouyang Rong:

Alright, Tan Lang, I finally know that I have made it clear that I want to take in a concubine, and before marrying a regular wife, I will first bury a guarantee for the incense of Ouyang's family.

Seeing this, Ouyang Rong temporarily swallowed the words that came to his lips, and asked back:
"Why is Aunt looking at my nephew like that?"

Mrs. Zhen snorted softly: "Isn't Tan Lang also looking at Auntie?"

"The aunt saw it too."

"Auntie is not blind."

Zhen Shi said angrily, but today she is in a surprisingly good mood, nodding in satisfaction:
"In addition to self-cultivation and governing abroad, Tan Lang finally remembered that he still has the responsibility of carrying on the family line."

Ouyang Rong smiled and said nothing.

Zhen shi tilted her head slightly, not caring that Wei Lai was in front of her, and asked in a somewhat impolite manner:

"Tan Lang is sure he really likes this white-haired girl?"

Ouyang Rong looked at her Danfeng eyes and said:
"Even my aunt is in love with her, how could I not like my nephew."

"Hmph, talk about Auntie like a stubborn old man who breaks up marriages in an opera. It's all for you, as long as you like it, so be it, Auntie has nothing to object to."

Zhen rolled her eyes at Ouyang Rong, shook her head, picked up the small celadon bowl, and took a sip of porridge.

The hall of Meiluyuan was quiet, Wei Lai, Banxi and other maids held their breaths and concentrated, only the words of the master and the eldest lady in the hall.

And the two, within a few words, verbally finalized the new title of concubine of a close servant girl.

Like the envious maids of the Banxi class, Wei Lai, who has a strange blood from a foreign country, understood the meaning of the conversation between Ouyang Rong and Zhen Shi verbatim.

Her back was straight, her blue eyes were wide open, she couldn't care less about being shy for a moment, she hugged Ouyang Rong's waist tightly, and kept murmuring: "Tan Lang Tan Lang..."

Ouyang Rong patted her on the back lightly and put her down, Wei Lai hugged him reluctantly and did not want to let go.

But the clever little girl immediately realized Ouyang Rong's reminder, Wei Lai broke away from his warm embrace, touched the ground on her toes, and turned around excitedly.

The white-haired maid who had obtained a new title knelt down and offered tea to the beautiful woman with a mole on the corner of her mouth in the opposite seat, and saluted meekly.

After the ceremony, the atmosphere was joyous, and the other maids congratulated each other.

And beside the small round table, beside Ouyang Rong, there was an extra embroidered stool.

Ouyang Rong watched the whole process with a smile on his face. After finishing the last mouthful of porridge in the bowl, he suddenly put down the bowl and said:

"Auntie, isn't the "July and a half" in my hometown coming soon?"

Zhen was taken aback, thought for a while, and nodded: "That's right, it should be next month. Why, Tan Lang is willing to take the time to go back to Nanlong's hometown to worship the ancestors?"

The "July and a half" in Ouyang Rong's mouth is the Ghost Festival, which is another folk name on Jiangnan Road.

It is also an official festival of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Because of Ligan, the predecessor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Taoism was the state religion, so the three Taoist festivals of Shangyuan, Zhongyuan, and Xiayuan were paid special attention to. Even the royal family would set up dojos and hold grand sacrifices.

The folks also attach great importance to this, especially the Ghost Festival, which is a day to worship ancestors and mourn lonely souls, especially in southern states and counties with strong clan atmosphere.

Ouyang Rong is currently serving as the Dragon City Order. Under special circumstances, there is no need to go back to his hometown in Nanlong thousands of miles away to burn incense and worship ancestors.

In addition, the Ouyang family in Nanlong can only be regarded as a local common family. In Jiangnan Road, there are many such local common families, just like there are several villages and towns in Longcheng County under Ouyang Rong's current rule.

They can't compare to the Jiangzuo clans who have been rooted in the Jiangnan Dao territory for hundreds of years, and they don't pay too much attention.

In addition, the family that Ouyang Rong belongs to is not the patriarch's house of the Ouyang Clan in Nanlong, but its status is relatively detached.

It's all because he cultivated him, the seed of reading and a weak crown Jinshi.

It can also be regarded as the most promising one of the two generations of Ouyang's younger brothers in the family of farming and studying. Well, it can be regarded as the hope of the whole village.

The rest of the Ouyang clan still count on Ouyang Rong to be a high-ranking official. Naturally, his house has a detached status in his hometown, and the other houses are faintly surrounding him.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if Ouyang Rong doesn't go back for the Hungry Ghost Festival. The people in his hometown can also understand and will enthusiastically prepare the blood food that he should prepare to sacrifice to his ancestors.

Just when Zhen was wondering why Tan Lang suddenly brought up this matter.

Ouyang Rong looked calm and said softly:

"Recently on rest, I often dream of my deceased relatives and the scenery of my hometown. When I wake up and think about it, it's been a long time since I left, and I miss it so much... Unfortunately, due to my duties, I can't return to my hometown to worship my ancestors.

"Auntie, let's take a trip for my nephew. The family members worship the ancestors in July and a half. No one from our line goes there. It's really not very good."

Zhen frowned slightly:

"I'm a woman, even if I go back to Nanlong for July and a half, I can't offer incense. Tan Lang, I can't do what you men do. I can't do it as a woman. At most, I can burn paper by the side. Why don't you stay here?" Longcheng, when the Ghost Festival comes, let's find a suitable place to burn paper by the water and sacrifice it remotely."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and insisted:

"Auntie, you'd better take a trip back to my hometown for me. It can be regarded as a kindness to my ancestors. You can bring it with you. In fact, to tell you the truth, my nephew has been a little restless recently, and my heart is empty. Do not know why.

"Thinking about some major events around me, it seems that worshiping ancestors on the Ghost Festival is one of them. I would rather believe it than believe it. My aunt will go back to my hometown and worship my ancestors for me, so that my nephew can feel more at ease. .”

There was a little smile on his face, and he looked at Zhenshi seriously.

The latter looked hesitant, as if he was reluctant to leave, but after all, the woman in Luo Qun had a delicate mind, she pondered for a while, looked at Ouyang Rong's face for a while, and asked in a low voice:

"Is it because my aunt is in Longcheng, and my nephew's work is delayed? It caused some inconvenience?"

Hearing this, Ouyang Rong was silent for a while, then thought of a reason, and said calmly:

"It can be regarded as one of the reasons, Auntie, to tell you the truth, the situation in Dragon City is not stable recently, I am a little worried that you will be involved.

"Taking advantage of the stability in these two days, you should go back to your hometown for a while. When the Ghost Festival is over, I will send a letter back home depending on the situation. It won't be too late for you to return to Dragon City."

Zhen Shi listened quietly for a while, then nodded and sighed:
"I see...Tan Lang has been worrying about these things lately..."

Ouyang Rong saw that there was still some hesitation and entanglement on the aunt's face.

He tried to force a smile on his face, waved his hands in a relaxed manner and said:

"Don't worry, auntie, it's fine for my nephew to stay here alone, just leave some cooks and buddies to help with cooking and washing.

"It's just...well, it's only a month or two. Anyway, I still have three years to serve in Dragon City. After the Ghost Festival, if you really miss me, you can go back. in a hurry."

Zhen Shi hesitated to speak, and raised her head to look at her nephew's face several times in a row. At a certain moment, her hesitant face was wiped away, and she tried her best to smile at Ouyang Rong, and nodded in agreement:
"That's all right, go back and celebrate the Ghost Festival, Tanlang, please be careful, take care of yourself when your aunt is away, remember to eat three meals a day, I will leave some maids to take care of your life, by the way , Weilai is here..."

Before Zhen could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Ouyang Rong raising her hand:
"Wei Lai will also go back with my aunt to worship the ancestors, so you don't need to accompany me."

The white-haired servant girl who was still immersed in the joy of gaining the status and recognition suddenly changed her face: "Master... Tanlang, Nuer stay with you, who will take care of you when I go away, Nuer doesn't want to go back, okay? good."

Ouyang Rong didn't turn his head, his eyes were looking at the drifting clouds above the eaves outside the door, and he spoke in an unquestionable tone:

"You go back with your aunt, next month during the Hungry Ghost Festival, you will also burn some paper with them. The ancestors of the Ouyang family are buried under those mounds. After you burn the paper and kowtow, they will also bless you. From then on, you will also It's part of the family.

"and also……"

After a pause, he withdrew his gaze from Liu Yun, turned his head to look at Wei Lai's gray-blue eyes full of worry, and the man frowned and confessed:
"When I'm not around, follow your aunt well, and listen to her in everything. My aunt has a bit of a knife and a bean curd heart. Sometimes she may be too harsh, but she treats her own people really well. As long as you are obedient and filial, she will treat you well. Understand?"

Wei Lai had a small mouth, and seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end, under Ouyang Rong's serious gaze, she slowly closed her mouth,
The white-haired girl lowered her head in frustration, frowning.

Just as the status is confirmed, they are about to be separated. How can the ups and downs of life be so fast.

She stared at the floor and murmured: "Separate for two months at once..."

Zhen couldn't help but glanced at her nephew's calm expression.

For some reason, the woman in Luo Qun, who has a keen sense of words, always felt that what he entrusted to Wei Lai sounded like an explanation from a long time ago...

The business at breakfast is an episode of the day, but the impact is not.

That day, after Ouyang Rong went out, Meilu Garden became busy up and down.

Like a lazy man who has been working all day and suddenly gets up and shakes himself up.

Early the next morning.

The atmosphere outside the gate of Meilu Garden was lively, Liu Ashan led eight men, each driving a carriage and stopped in front of the steps.

The gate of the Meilu Garden is open.

With Wei Lai, who was listless with a small face behind her, Mrs. Zhen directed the servants to pack the gifts one by one, load them into the carriage, and prepare to leave.

(End of this chapter)