Chapter 76: Seventy-eight, Talented Scholars and Beautiful Women Must Be Melodramatic!

Seventy-eight, Talented Scholars and Beautiful Women Must Be Melodramatic!

Plum blossom forest path.

Someone who didn't take the usual path caught sight of the Su residence's buildings.

Looking from afar, the style of the houses with flying eaves and painted beams was the same as the boudoir houses where he had seen Little Xiao Shimei the previous few times.

Ouyang Rong walked in this direction.

However, it's worth mentioning that there was a small open space in the center of the plum blossom forest, and on the open space stood a pavilion that was rarely visited, looking like no one had come for a long time.

Ouyang Rong didn't linger and walked straight past.

The so-called "secluded path leading to a quiet spot"—I don't know if this path counts as a back door.

Anyway, Little Xiao Shimei had tried it last time, so it must be passable...

Dong long~ dong long~ dong long~

Sounds of dull wooden fish came, seven consecutive times. Ouyang Rong stopped and gave a light "eh."

Strange. These days, he had been respecting the old and loving the young, punishing the strong and helping the weak, and upholding justice. In the whole county, except for the Liu family, which father or fellow villager didn't give him a thumbs-up when they saw him?

Ouyang Rong hadn't heard the wooden fish deducting merit for a long time.

How come he just came out to deliver a meal and this happened?

Could it be that this little path couldn't be walked?

But before the young Magistrate could reflect for long, immediately after, the sound of the wooden fish came again.

Dong~ dong~ dong~

This time it was a crisp wooden fish sound, also seven consecutive rapid times, and then a few more sounds intermittently.

The deducted merit rose back up, and even exceeded a little.

"..." Ouyang Rong.

A feint, right?

Someone was both speechless and curious.

According to his experience, wooden fish sounds with such close intervals and done in one go were very likely from the same source.

But this operation of deducting and then immediately following up with a rise was the first time he had encountered it.

Could it be that some behavior hurt someone and then warmed someone else?

A scumbag confirmed.

Shaking his head, still not figuring it out, Ouyang Rong continued forward.

Before long, he finally reached the end of this secluded path.

He didn't think much, walked out of the plum forest, and patted the fallen petals on his clothes.

When he raised his head and walked a few steps, he was stunned.

This was a plum blossom deep boudoir.

Except for a vermilion boudoir building.

In the courtyard, there was a swing, a zither platform, and a lotus pond.

There were also sandalwood tables holding incense burners, rare books, and round fans.

The style and layout of the houses in the courtyard were quite similar to Little Xiao Shimei's boudoir, but looking closely, they weren't.

Little Xiao Shimei was of the talented woman and gentleman style. He remembered there was even an archery target in her courtyard. She had even said the day before yesterday that she wanted to teach him to practice gentlemanly long-range shooting... How could swings, zither platforms, and these socialite gadgets appear overnight?

Something's not right.

This was definitely the boudoir of a strange woman.

Ouyang Rong straightened his face.

He became solemn.

Fortunately, the layout of this courtyard was similar to Little Xiao Shimei's, so he guessed where the door was.

Seeing that there was no one around and it was mealtime, he aimed at a small door on the west side in the distance and immediately lifted his legs and walked over.

However, Ouyang Rong, who was a bit guilty at the moment, didn't see that on the third floor of the vermilion boudoir building next to him, there were two beautiful shadows leaning against the railing, one in peach and one in green.

One was a stunning girl who had just woken up and hadn't combed her hair, holding a snow-white civet cat.

One was a little maid with a bun face, holding a stack of books in her hands.

The master and servant were originally taking a nap on the small high platform, one cuddling a cat, the other sunning books.

But the movement suddenly coming from the plum blossom forest attracted their attention.

Subsequently, they saw the slender figure of a certain young Magistrate emerging from the plum blossom forest.

Su Guoer and Caishou couldn't help but exchange glances, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Especially the former, even with her aloof and arrogant nature, her fair little face slowly emerged with a shy and angry blush.

This was her deep boudoir.

Even her father and brother rarely set foot here, let alone an outsider man.

While Su Guoer was slightly annoyed in her heart, she glanced at the food box in the man's hand downstairs, turned her head to look at Xie Lingjiang's courtyard next door, and pursed her lips.

Under the afternoon sun, the courtyard was quiet.

It seemed like nothing had happened, and it seemed like everything had happened.

Downstairs, the man delivering food who had melodramatically intruded into the deep boudoir pretended to be passing by, looking straight ahead, and walked lightly toward the courtyard gate.

Upstairs, the stunning girl holding the cat took all this in, holding her breath and concentrating.

Her slender little hand stroking the cat's head had some blue veins showing on the back of her hand, pressing down on the furry cat head, as if to prevent it from meowing randomly at the moment and breaking the awkwardness.

But then... Su Guoer watched helplessly as the bun-faced little maid beside her puffed her cheeks, grabbed a book with her little hand, and threw it outside the railing, and then this damn little girl covered her mouth with her little hand, turned her head, and exclaimed to her:

"Oh my, Miss, how did the book in your hand fall down! So careless, oh my, not good, it seems to have hit someone."

Clearly, it was a lowered voice, but the whole courtyard heard it.

"..." Ouyang Rong.

"???" Su Guoer.

Obviously, the tacit understanding of playing dumb only belonged to smart people.

The little maid whose intelligence had long been expelled by her own Miss was not among them, her brain circuit directly transcending the three realms.

What, no melodrama?

Doesn't matter, Caishou will make a move.

A certain person passing by downstairs felt his head ache, lowered his head to look, and saw he had been hit by a poetry collection. The poetry collection had fallen right by his feet, and at the same time, it was accompanied by the voice from above.

Upstairs, Su Guoer glared at Caishou. The latter first shrank her neck and stuck out her little tongue, then blinked at her as if asking for credit, as if saying:

Miss, Miss, was my throw accurate? Isn't the romantic entanglement of a talented scholar and a beautiful woman here?

En, a three-pointer to start, how can I lose?

Su Guoer took a deep breath and glared at her fiercely again, but the melodrama had already happened.

It seemed she could only helplessly accept the follow-up...

Upstairs, the stunning girl holding the cat tried to keep her tone as calm as possible:

"You... you pick it up."

The crisp female voice echoed in the courtyard, and I don't know if it was said for the maid to hear, or for whom to hear.

Caishou didn't reply, held back her laughter, and together with her Miss, cast her eyes, looking forward to the performance of the handsome young man who was stopping and lowering his head downstairs.

However, she saw the handsome young man carrying the food box first look at the book on the ground, then look up at the clear blue sky with a confused face, and then mutter something in his mouth, with fragments of words vaguely drifting over:

"Strange... it doesn't rain pies, it rains books instead... the food is going to get cold... starving to death, Little Xiao Shimei should be hungry too..."

The handsome young man seemed to be nearsighted, not seeing the two beauties staring at him from upstairs at all, and very fastidiously walked around the poetry collection on the ground, carrying the food box and running away in a puff of smoke, his back disappearing outside the courtyard gate.

The courtyard returned to silence, as if no one had ever been here, only the spring breeze sliding off the tree branches blew the Tao Qian poetry collection on the ground, turning the pages slowly, making a lonely rustling sound.

"..." Su Guoer.

"..." Caishou.

The master and servant looked at each other, both stunned for a moment.

So the Magistrate is the real master of playing dumb.

But... why are you running so fast? It's not like I'm eating you!

On the third floor of the vermilion boudoir building, it was silent for a long while, as if digesting the scene just now.

At some moment, Su Guoer threw the cat in her arms into Caishou's arms, straightened her pretty face, and nodded:

"Since you like throwing, if you dare to come again next time, throw this."

"..."

Next chapter at twelve o'clock. ===== CHAPTER 77 =====