Chapter 206: Two hundred and thirteen, to whom shall the 'Zhao' character be gifted?

Two hundred and thirteen, to whom shall the 'Zhao' character be gifted?

Ouyang Rong turned his head and glanced at the courtyard gate. It was the familiar door curtain and eaves.

It was indeed his courtyard; he hadn't gone to the wrong place. That meant she had gone to the wrong place. Either on purpose or by accident.

Ouyang Rong tucked his hands into his sleeves and nodded. He walked forward.

He pushed the door open and entered the house.

Passing the study, he turned a deaf ear, walked into the inner room to change out of his official robes, draped a literary gown handmade by Aqing over his shoulders, and walked out of the inner room.

He washed the tea set, brewed a cup of tea, and while waiting for the tea, he rubbed his face with his hands, propped up his chin, and stared at the teapot lid being pushed up from time to time by the steam.

"Not docile and soft, looking harmless to humans and animals, but actually a wolf inside and out." This scene had a bit of the mood of that sentence.

Ouyang Rong heard this and understood in a second; he kept his mouth shut and didn't take the bait.

"Since he has the surname Li and his background is common, he should know quite a bit about certain things. Haven't you always been curious about one thing? The current Majesty has the surname Wei, so does she have a character?"

"Actually, I think so too. Our family has been away from the imperial court for over a decade, in a weak position, and a blank slate in the court and the public. If we still want to return to the capital safely, then for the time being, we shouldn't offend anyone."

"It's nothing." Ouyang Rong was uninterested and casually bluffed: "I just feel that this character isn't domineering enough. It doesn't fit my impression of the wise and martial Empress."

"You've been impatient lately, not putting your heart into many things. Are you thinking about resigning and living in seclusion?" "Lying halfway isn't called lying, right?" Ouyang Rong nodded.

As soon as these words were spoken, Ouyang Rong suddenly felt Li Guoer's gaze fixed on his face. Li Guoer looked at him with a half-smile, as if expecting him to continue.

He suddenly felt that Li Guoer's taste in clothing was excellent. The peach-red ru-skirt fabric was high-end and soft, and the tailoring was appropriate. Her delicate body was already tall and slender, and her elegant upbringing made her keep her chest out and back straight at all times. The fabric at her chest appeared plump, setting off a more prominent and towering curve, like a blooming flower, bent into a perfect arc.

Ouyang Rong did not answer and suddenly said:

I don't know when it started, but Li Guoer, in her peach-red ru-skirt, had already turned her delicate body, holding an unfolded scroll in her hands, but her clear eyes were fixed on Ouyang Rong.

"Hey, my mother is cooking tonight. My brother and I rarely get to eat it. Are you sure you don't want to taste it?" Although it couldn't compare to the Xiao Shimei's scale, it had its own merits and was very substantial.

"The sword is also okay. I don't know if it's sharp for killing."

Ouyang Rong pretended not to hear, his expression slightly hesitant, and he said sparingly: Li Guoer frowned:

Every time the conversation touched on topics involving the trend of the imperial court, Li Guoer's active gaze made him feel a headache.

"So that's how it is. The Wei clan reacts quite quickly. There must be an expert pointing the way beside that Prince Wei."

Li Guoer thought for a moment, folded the paper Ouyang Rong had written on, and tucked it into her sleeve. Li Guoer glanced at him, didn't answer, and continued to say crisply:

Li Guoer lowered her head to examine it and asked curiously: "What character is this? Why haven't I seen it before? 'Sun' on top and 'Kong' on the bottom?" Ouyang Rong raised his head to look at her sparkling, expectant eyes and curled his lips:

Ouyang Rong shook his head and changed the subject:

"Besides, for the family banquet tonight, we still have important people to entertain and thank. It's much more important than that, so why keep an outsider for dinner?"

"It's nothing, I just think it's quite farsighted of them to come over in advance to befriend you." "I'm talking about age." Ouyang Rong explained a truth.

Li Guoer looked at him with a complicated expression and then looked at the character thoughtfully. Li Guoer met his gaze and said softly: "But I hate the people of the Wei clan." Ouyang Rong was curious and puzzled: "Then am I not an outsider too?"

"After you sent the palace servants away this morning, people from the Wei clan came to the door and sent a birthday gift." The two fell silent again.

He curled his lips and said: "It's like the sun and moon in the sky, like the Empress's grace and light shining on the common people."

Ouyang Rong nodded: "Zhao."

"A little white rabbit?" Li Guoer asked curiously. It was the true rhyme of a woman.

The atmosphere suddenly became a bit quiet.

Li Guoer looked at him sideways: "Why does everything sound so harsh when it comes out of your mouth?" It's just a pity that someone is a genius at playing dumb, certified by a certain Xiao Shimei.

Li Guoer looked at him for a while and smiled with curled lips:

She sat down in front of Ouyang Rong, raised the teapot with her slender hand, performed the "Phoenix Three Nods" of tea ceremony, and filled Ouyang Rong's teacup with a thin stream of water.

Li Guoer looked at Ouyang Rong's expression of "You'd better not listen, I'm too lazy to care anymore," and burst into laughter: Her expression was dazed.

Li Guoer looked at him with a strange expression: "Aren't you going to pour me a cup of tea?"

Ouyang Rong thought for a moment and nodded: "Can't it be something I made up on the spot?"

"Why use a family banquet to entertain him? That concubine-born son of the Wei family is just an outsider. As for family banquets, I don't like showing my face in front of outsiders. Painting on the street this afternoon was just a last resort; I had to take off my veil."

"Also, I'm not a princess, so don't call me that; I'm not used to it." Not far behind the bookshelf.

The young lady waved her hand, and the corner of the table broke off evenly. Ouyang Rong didn't care and went out to see the guests off.

Returning to Meiying Studio, Li Guoer took out Ouyang Rong's writing and looked at it in the moonlight, dazed: "The sun and moon in the sky, is it Zhao..."

Ouyang Rong was not surprised by her actions. At this moment, he frowned slightly: Arriving at the door, Li Guoer suddenly asked:

She didn't go to read.

After thinking about it, she took out a short sword about a foot long from the cabinet; it was the letter sword sent by Wei Shaoxuan.

Although she said so, Li Guoer suddenly stood up, walked to the desk, picked up a pen, and wrote a character on the paper.

Ouyang Rong suddenly picked up his teacup, drank it in one gulp, let out a long breath, and suddenly said: Li Guoer looked away.

"Oh."

Ouyang Rong looked at the night sky outside and turned to send the guest away directly. "Such private matters cannot be spread around."

Ouyang Rong took a look.

And the young man who returned late sat across from the tea table, scooping water and boiling tea, silent. He lowered his eyes and muttered.

Li Guoer looked at the night sky and whispered.

Junior Sisters are like this; their excellent upbringing makes their temperament outstanding. "Personal suggestion, for reference only."

"If it was an accidental wrong turn, you could actually stay silent, pretend nothing happened, and walk out."

"So how should I address you now? Little Sister Su? Lady Li? Or Princess?"

Li Guoer seemed not to hear, took a maple leaf bookmark, clipped it to the page of the scroll she was holding, folded her arms, held the scroll to her chest, and walked forward.

"Then what character is domineering and fits the impression?" Li Guoer's face showed some interest, and she pursued the question.

"Although I dislike the Wei clan, it doesn't hinder me from being hypocritical, so this afternoon I signaled my brother, who was receiving guests, to accept the birthday gift sent by the concubine-born son of the Wei family and send him off."

"Thanks to you for standing up and helping with my father's affairs today."

"Zhao... different from what I guessed before. It seems some things are still a bit different." "This woman is getting more and more mysterious."

And this woman was naturally beautiful and knew how to dress; her taste in clothing was not common. Sometimes nobility was cultivated in such a subtle way.

"Why are you asking that?"

"If you want to thank someone, thank my Xiao Shimei. Today was just helping her hold the stage. She had something to go out for, so I had to look after her." Ouyang Rong shook his head and explained.

"What does that mean? Can you explain?" Li Guoer straightened her body slightly. "Truth?"

"Sister Xie couldn't do it as thoroughly and properly as you." She also shook her head and whispered.

"Alright, let's not talk about that." Ouyang Rong interrupted Li Guoer's words.

She lowered her eyes and stared at the teacup, laughing at herself. Under the orange sunset, that pretty face looked a bit sorrowful: "That's right, I heard from my father that it seems to be a concubine-born son of the Prince Wei's mansion who sent the gift on behalf of the Wei clan." "No reason."

"Then suit yourself."

Li Guoer was stunned and suddenly asked: "Where did this character come from? Which ancient book is it from?"

"When there are no outsiders, you can call me Guoer, just like my father and brother."

The last rays of the sunset fell behind the bookshelf, stretching Li Guoer's figure very long, and even her slight head-tilting movement appeared greatly exaggerated.

As for appearance, figure, and the like, they took a backseat. "Just curious."

The moon hangs over the willow branches, people meet at dusk.

"People from the Wei clan also came to Longcheng?" Ouyang Rong frowned.

Ouyang Rong said casually: "But I'm not big, not as big as Xiao Shimei."

"Hey, that's too much. Your family is so rich, and you still want a poor scholar like me to give a gift? Forgive me for being poor; I have nothing to give."

"Then what am I like in your heart? It's hard to tell the truth, and you don't believe it, so forget it."

Li Guoer had no choice but to take the initiative:

Li Guoer said seriously: "Actually, I will keep it a secret for you; you don't have to hide it from me." Ouyang Rong sighed secretly.

Ouyang Rong raised his eyes and looked at her:

Li Guoer cautiously crossed out the character, and it became an ink blot on the paper. Turning back, he rubbed his cheeks and muttered silently:

Li Guoer tilted her head and asked.

Li Guoer nodded and said in a relaxed tone: "Just joking. I quite like that 'Return to the Fields' poem of yours."

Li Guoer bit her lip and stared at him for a while, then lowered her head to pour tea:

Ouyang Rong smiled on the surface: "What nonsense are you talking about? Go back, I won't see you off." "What are you saying? I don't understand." Ouyang Rong looked curious.

Taking in the movement of the former entering the room.

Ouyang Rong turned to put down the teacup, his peripheral vision sweeping over it inadvertently. Ouyang Rong picked up a pen and wrote a character on the paper.

Li Guoer paused, chest out and head high, her little nose wrinkled slightly:

Sometimes when he appreciated a beauty, he didn't look at her face, but only at her conversation, taste in clothing, etiquette, and upbringing. All of these gathered into something called temperament.

"Why don't you speak normally? Don't praise or coax people. We're quite familiar with each other, and you're not a little white rabbit."

"Drifting in Longcheng, with no one to rely on, anyone can come and step on you." Ouyang Rong lowered his head to boil tea and reminded warmly.

"Why does Young Master Ouyang always seem impatient lately?"

"Why is that?" Li Guoer asked with a curious expression: "The whole world knows that the Wei clan and our Li clan are mortal enemies."

"Since the Wei clan took the initiative to befriend you and extended an olive branch, then you should go with the flow and build a good relationship with them."

Li Guoer nodded, her chin lifted slightly, full of confidence: "A bit." "You mean someone in the Wei clan has figured out Grandmother's attitude..." Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded heavily.

Lines of sight moved silently in the air.

Li Guoer was silent for a while and nodded:

"What's different?" Li Guoer pricked up her ears and asked.

Ouyang Rong's expression softened a bit, and he asked casually: "Do you send the gift out after accepting it? People traveled thousands of miles to come here; shouldn't you keep them for a meal and entertain them with a family banquet?"

Not long after, Ouyang Rong sent away the reluctant Li Guoer. "Then do you have anything else to give me?"

Li Guoer raised her eyes and turned back:

The author is a bit short, the foreshadowing and transition... cough cough. ===== CHAPTER 207 =====