Chapter 308

Thirty-seven, Life is Like a Play

Looking at Xie Lingjiang, who was intimately holding his shoulder.

Ouyang Rong suddenly understood why Li Guoer wanted to play dumb and act.

Sure enough, only women understand women best.

Especially excellent women who are equally aloof and proud.

It was just that Ouyang Rong didn't figure out one thing,

Why Li Guoer suddenly helped him relieve the siege.

Clearly, she could have pretended to be a victim, pushed all the problems onto him, and watched the play safely.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but recall, after Li Guoer opened the door and he broke in, her series of shameful reactions.

Speaking of which, what did she misunderstand at the time, thinking that the love umbrella, camisole, and underpants were all sent to her by him?

Xie Lingjiang, who was beside him, turned her head to look at Ouyang Rong, who was frowning and thinking, waited for a while, and asked quietly:

"What is Ru Shixiong thinking about?"

Ouyang Rong came back to his senses and reported a standard answer: "Thinking of you."

"Liar." Xie Lingjiang rolled her eyes cutely and pouted: "I guess you must be thinking of some beauty."

Ouyang Rong widened his eyes slightly; does the junior sister have mind-reading skills?

"So Ru Shixiong is thinking very 'beautifully'." She nodded and added another sentence.

Looking at Xie Lingjiang's willow-leaf eyes blinking cunningly, Ouyang Rong reacted,

He sighed: "Wanwan guessed really accurately."

Xie Lingjiang tilted her head to look at him: "Ru Shixiong was a bit panicked just now, tell me, who is that beauty?"

Ouyang Rong turned his face, full of confusion: "Ah, is there anyone more beautiful than Wanwan?"

The two stared at each other for a long while.

Xie Lingjiang, her peach cheeks slightly flushed, moved her clear eyes away and pouted:

"Just coaxing me, but to tell the truth, isn't Guoer beautiful?"

Ouyang Rong looked around, pretending not to hear.

Laugh to death, only straight-man idiots tell the truth when a woman sincerely asks you to tell the truth.

Someone who is determined to draw a line with straight men thought in her heart.

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, and Xie Lingjiang didn't dwell on it. Sure enough, women's emotions are fickle, and she quickly skipped this topic.

Ouyang Rong remembered something and asked: "Why did someone change the address back?"

Xie Lingjiang said embarrassedly: "I'm used to calling it that, I always feel this one is smooth. How about I look at the situation? If I'm shy in front of others, I won't call you Tan Lang."

"That works too, as you wish."

Ouyang Rong nodded lightly and asked again: "Then why didn't you change the address back just now in the courtyard next door?"

Xie Lingjiang's pretty face was serious: "Calling it like this, it will sound more intimate to an outsider."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but look at her a few more times, as if asking, is it necessary?

"Then should I call you Xiao Shimei back?"

"No, just call me Wanwan."

Before Ouyang Rong could ask why, Xie Lingjiang said righteously: "I'm not small at all."

"Then am I big, Ru Shixiong?"

"Get lost."

Between the two flirting, they returned to the boudoir courtyard planted with orchids next door.

Xie Lingjiang couldn't wait, opening the three new umbrellas one by one.

The graceful figure in the fox-fur shawl stood in the courtyard, holding an umbrella under the moon, her head slightly raised, finishing browsing the three love words on the umbrella surface.

Ouyang Rong looked sideways.

Only to see the pretty beauty looking up, her willow eyebrows smiling, her cheeks dimpled, with rosy light rippling.

Far surpassing the moon in the sky.

Ouyang Rong was distracted.

Xie Lingjiang held up the new umbrella, and every time she finished reading the love words on the umbrella, the next moment, she would nervously close the umbrella ribs.

Holding the umbrella in her arms, lowering her head, shy and speechless.

Three umbrellas, each one, was the same.

After reading them all, Xie Lingjiang's hibiscus little face turned red, staring at the tips of her embroidered shoes.

Ouyang Rong asked directly: "Which sentence do you like?"

"Not telling you."

Ouyang Rong looked at her little appearance of holding the three love umbrellas tightly like a miser, and shook his head:

"No one is grabbing them from you, I'll continue making them for you."

Xie Lingjiang's red lips smiled: "Anyway, they are all mine, you don't care about me."

Paused, her eyebrows raised, whispering an accusation:

"Ru Shixiong, remember to send them into the courtyard in the future, don't just place them at the door, writing these shameful poems for people to see, it's so shameful.

"And this."

Xie Lingjiang took the small bundle containing light clothing from Ouyang Rong's hand, hid it in her arms with a red face, and glared at him.

Hearing this, Ouyang Rong forgot to appreciate the beauty's shy appearance and asked curiously:

"But didn't the princess next door say just now that she hadn't opened them to look?"

"You believe her words?"

Xie Lingjiang shook her head very definitely:

"Guoer must have looked at them, maybe she's still laughing at me now. Ru Shixiong, in the future, you can only believe half of what she says, understand?"

She nodded in summary: "Believe half, and you'll never be wrong."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but sweat:

"Wanwan, the relationship between you two isn't bad, why are there so many twists and turns..."

He stopped halfway, because Xie Lingjiang in front of him was slightly pouting, squinting at him.

Her little expression seemed to be saying, man, I advise you not to ask too much. Why do you want to figure out so many things between best friends? Rebellion?

Ouyang Rong immediately practiced the Zen of silence.

A short while later, seeing the late night, Ouyang Rong went to the back kitchen to cook noodles himself, feeding the junior sister.

Xie Lingjiang held the love umbrellas and the small bundle, returning to the boudoir tower happily.

Half an hour later, in the flower hall on the first floor, Ouyang Rong walked from the back kitchen, served a bowl of noodles, and fed the junior sister.

But he saw Xie Lingjiang sitting on a stool, the new umbrellas in her arms were gone, but she was still holding that small bundle.

Seeing him enter, she immediately raised her head and asked in a low voice:

"Tan Lang, have these two small clothes been washed?"

Ouyang Rong nodded naturally: "Sent after washing clean."

"Oh."

Xie Lingjiang nodded slightly, the next moment, she pointed to the small bundle on her lap and asked:

"There are long hairs on the clothes inside."

Ouyang Rong's hand shook, nearly dropping the noodle bowl.

"Ah, is there such a thing?"

He walked over to put down the bowl, showing a stunned expression, and immediately thought of Li Guoer in his heart.

Good fellow, you even tried them on?

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but complain.

Just as he was racking his brains on how to explain, Xie Lingjiang nodded with a calm face:

"Mm, there are two of them."

He asked seriously: "These two hairs... aren't Wanwan's?"

Xie Lingjiang shook her head: "The colors don't match."

It's over, my life is over... No, why are you women so meticulous?

Ouyang Rong was speechless, feeling like mud had fallen into his pants; if it wasn't that, it was that.

He sat down at the table, his face serious:

"Wanwan, it seems you were right, the princess next door did open them to look, and they must have fallen on them by accident. I truly didn't know about this, otherwise, how would I dare to return them to you."

Xie Lingjiang shook her head: "It's definitely not this."

Ouyang Rong's heart skipped a beat.

She bit her lip, looking steadily at Ouyang Rong: "Ru Shixiong, confess honestly, what bad things did you do?"

"What... what bad things?"

Xie Lingjiang pointed her chin, signaling the small bundle on her lap, "With her."

Ouyang Rong was silent for a while:

"During the days Wanwan was away, I missed you every day, just like what I wrote to you, walking, I think of you, sitting, I think of you. I did no bad things. On this point, I have a clear conscience."

Xie Lingjiang's eyebrows couldn't help but soften, saying softly:

"Ru Shixiong, why are you so serious? Actually, even if you did bad things with her, it doesn't matter, I didn't say it wasn't allowed."

Ouyang Rong frowned: "Xiao Shimei, stop joking, there are no such bad things."

"Really?"

"Mm." Ouyang Rong straightened his face and raised his hand: "I can swear."

"Don't."

Xie Lingjiang suddenly got up and walked in front of Ouyang Rong.

She looked at him steadily with her bright eyes for a while.

Ouyang Rong suddenly felt a fragrant breeze blowing in his face, and in his arms and on his thighs, he felt heavy and soft.

A beautiful body in his arms.

It was the beauty's pink buttocks falling, sitting sideways into his arms.

Xie Lingjiang opened her pair of lotus arms and hugged Ouyang Rong gently:

"Why is Tan Lang so good? I, I am a bit ashamed."

Ouyang Rong also hugged her, frowning in confusion: "Ashamed of what?"

"Ashamed that I wasn't by your side these days. I was taken back to Jin Ling by my aunt and couldn't accompany you."

Xie Lingjiang lowered her head, revealing a neck as white as fine porcelain, frowning movingly:

"We just expressed our feelings and held hands not long ago, but were forced to separate for more than half a month, lovesickness becoming a disaster.

"Besides, you are twenty-one, at the age of being full of vigor, and there are beautiful concubines and maids in the room, yet you still kept yourself pure for me."

Ouyang Rong felt more and more wrong the more he listened. This moved appearance of the junior sister was ten thousand miles away from the reaction he imagined?

"It's alright, when I miss someone, I make umbrellas." I said calmly.

Xie Lingjiang buried her head, secretly raised her hand, and flicked two silvery-white hairs she was twisting with her fingertips, her voice as small as a mosquito:

"Actually, it's fine if you order her to wear it occasionally and pretend for a while, as long as you wash it clean..."

Ouyang Rong saw these two familiar white hairs, and the corners of his mouth twitched fiercely: "You mean, Ye Weilai?"

"Mm." Xie Lingjiang nodded shyly, noticing Ouyang Rong's wide-eyed reaction, she was stunned and asked: "If not, then who?"

"Nothing!" With the fragrant body in his arms, Ouyang Rong sat upright and criticized seriously:

"This mischievous girl, she flips through your intimate small clothes all day and drops hair everywhere. No matter how I tell her, she won't listen."

Xie Lingjiang raised her hand, exhaling like orchids, and blew away the two silver hairs between her fingers.

Feeling the warm chest of the man in her arms, she hugged Ouyang Rong, her beautiful side face resting on his shoulder, a hint of reminiscence flowing in her narrowed clear eyes, revealing in a low voice:

"Remember last year in Longcheng, there was one time, in the middle of the night, I was guarding the roof of Yilan Pavilion, and there was movement in your room. I went to take a look; it was Ye, who was active, and you were sleeping soundly...

"At that time, I heard Ye reveal that when you were with her, you liked to call my name..."

Ouyang Rong: "..."

"Wait, in Longcheng? Is... is there such a thing." A face full of suspicion.

It was mainly because he clearly remembered not doing such a thing.

Xie Lingjiang nodded forcefully: "Mm! I can't forget this matter. At that time, Ru Shixiong was sleeping soundly and didn't know I came."

Ouyang Rong thought about it and had to nod like a chicken pecking at rice:

"Good, good, good, so you were the one who left the clothes for me to dry because of this."

Xie Lingjiang buried her head in shame:

"I didn't do it on purpose, but when passing the New Year in Jin Ling, at a boring banquet, I couldn't help but miss Ru Shixiong. I wondered what you were doing at that time, so my thoughts ran wild, and I couldn't help but think of this matter. The taste was shameful and hard to describe...

"But Ru Shixiong, you, you like this, right?"

The voice was soft and sweet, like a feather scratching the earlobe.

"I..."

Ouyang Rong rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers, not knowing how to argue.

Speaking of which, why did the junior sister also misunderstand his sexual preference? Aunt and the others are the same. Is it that hard to honestly be a gentleman?

So, who started the rumors?

Ye Weilai must be one.

I have to interrogate her when I get back.

Right now, his reputation as a righteous gentleman is almost ruined among the close female relatives around him.

I hope Uncle and Xiaolang won't wink at me one day and say...

Someone sighed.

Not long after, the two lovers finished their intimacy, and it was about to dawn.

Ouyang Rong had experienced Li Guoer's matter tonight and was a bit exhausted, so he wasn't in the mood to do anything excessive.

Finally, the senior brother and junior sister ended temporarily with a full, magnificent, beautiful, crowded, and rich embrace.

Separating reluctantly.

Before leaving, the junior sister wanted to stuff a bulging new bundle into him, not knowing what was inside.

Ouyang Rong's eyelids jumped, and he refused with a face full of righteousness.

Leaving the worried junior sister standing at the door, biting her lip and frowning, watching him go.

In short, these sweet interests between lovers truly made Ouyang Rong linger.

However, after waking up, he adjusted back.

Early in the morning, he went to work with a light heart.

The relationship with the junior sister brought him more heavy responsibilities.

From the news obtained from the junior sister's return, it was known that the Wu Yi Lane side in Jin Ling had a generally tacit attitude toward his identity as a scholar son-in-law.

But after the birthday banquet, there was no movement from Xie Xuee and the Chen Jun Xie family.

Ouyang Rong also tacitly didn't find a matchmaker to propose marriage or ask for birth dates to set an engagement.

He understood the cautious attitude of the Chen Jun Xie family.

Before the matter of the Prince of Xunyang's residence was cleared up, it was inappropriate to arrange this matter in advance.

Before the New Year, Xie Xuee could represent the Xie family to come once, inviting Jiang Nan nobles to stand for the legitimate daughter and future son-in-law, which was already beyond expectations.

Ouyang Rong nodded lightly.

In the morning, arriving at the Jiangzhou Hall, Ouyang Rong received an official document from the Ministry of Rites in Luoyang.

After reading it, he smiled.

A high monk named "Venerable Shan Dao" was already on the way, expected to arrive in Xunyang City within three days.

The Ministry of Personnel notified the heads of local government offices like the Jiangzhou Hall to receive them warmly.

"A good high monk, I don't know how Venerable Shan Dao Master and Xiufa are doing in Luoyang. They should have scammed enough incense money..."

Ouyang Rong got up and sent out the official document.

The next day, at night, Ouyang Rong went out at night again and snuck into the Prince of Xunyang's residence.

In the study, he informed everyone about Master Venerable Shan Dao.

Wang Lixian and the others were beaming.

Venerable Shan Dao, Xiufa, and other Donglin Temple monks were old friends from Longcheng. Meeting again, they naturally sighed.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and warned Uncle Wang Lixian that he must be prepared for the blessing of the great Buddha to be built.

The meeting dispersed. Taking advantage of the junior sister being called away by Wei Mei, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but say to Li Guoer:

"Princess, stay."

The little princess with plum blossom makeup, who had been indifferent throughout the night meeting, stopped her steps and asked without looking back:

"What is it, Young Master?"

Ouyang Rong whispered: "Thank you."

"Thank you for what?" Li Guoer's tone was full of confusion.

"About that day."

"Ouyang Young Master, don't try to get close. That day, nothing happened."

Li Guoer shook her head and walked out the door.

Seeing this cold, distant back, Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

Immediately turned around to find the junior sister.

Night, deep.

A certain boudoir.

In the room on the third floor, a young lady in a white skirt with plum blossoms on her forehead got up at night and walked silently to the window.

Reached out her small hand, as if receiving the moonlight outside the window.

A short while later, on her tender white palm, a wrinkled red fortune paper unfolded silently.

Moonlight fell on the ink characters on the paper.

In front of the window, there was a lonely beauty standing under the moon, looking like she was lowering her head.

She was a bit dazed, reading softly in her mouth:

"Green, green collar, long, long my heart. But for you, I have been sighing until now... Deer cry, eating the wild duckweed. I have guests, playing the zither and blowing the sheng...

"Bright as the moon, when can it be plucked? Sorrow comes from within, cannot be cut off."

(End of chapter)