No matter how straight you are.

Ouyang Rong also knows that women like romantic surprises.

Following the direction pointed by Li Dalang, Ouyang Rong carried a red umbrella, walked through the corridor, and came to a lakeside in the back garden under the starry night.

He looked up and saw two courtyards standing in front of him.

There is a boudoir in both courtyards.

Among the two boudoirs on the lakeside in front, in the boudoir on the left, the boudoir is brightly lit. Looking through the paper window, there is a faint silhouette of a woman, and the courtyard door is open.

In the boudoir on the right, the lights are dark, the door is closed, and it is quiet.

The two boudoirs, one bright and one dark, are in sharp contrast and are quite conspicuous by the lake.

When Ouyang Rong heard Xie Lingjiang chatting, he said that, just like the Su Mansion in Longcheng County, in Prince Xunyang's Mansion, she and Li Guo'er lived next to each other, and each had an independent boudoir.

It seems true.

"found it."

Ouyang Rong nodded lightly.

He walked lightly, deliberately bypassing the brightly lit boudoir on the left, and arrived at the door of the silent boudoir on the right.

Ouyang Rong leaned the red oil-paper umbrella in front of the closed courtyard door, turned around and left.

After taking a few steps, he stopped slightly and turned his head to look at the red umbrella leaning against the door panel in front of the door.

Then he looked at the sidewalk in front of this dark courtyard, which seemed to be crowded with people during the day.

Going to Li Guo'er's boudoir on the left, it seems that you will also pass by the road at the entrance of Junior Sister's boudoir.

Ouyang Rong returned to the door and took the umbrella again. There was no one around. He glanced at the wall of the junior sister's courtyard and immediately climbed over the wall with his umbrella.

Turning into the courtyard, Ouyang Rong looked around. In the night, he could roughly see that there were swings, piano tables, kettles and other interesting things in the courtyard.

The junior sister also opened a small field in the southeast corner of the yard, where a cluster of chrysanthemums blooming proudly stood upright, which was very elegant.

Ouyang Rong smiled, walked to the boudoir with only two lanterns hanging in front of the door, and put down the red umbrella again.

Leaning against the white wall next to the building door.

Let out a breath, turn around and leave.

"Well, look how many umbrellas I have made before you come back."

…

Li Bao'er was a little tired.

Xiushui Fang, in a finely decorated mansion, in a luxurious lobby filled with poetry and singing.

She knelt down and sat on the top mat, looking at the intellectuals and talents at the banquet below. Her pretty face under the thin veil showed a hint of tiredness and boredom.

Li Guo'er suddenly stood up, quietly found an excuse, and left this regularly held poetry club gathering early.

All the talented scholars at the banquet were left behind, staring blankly at her leaving noble back, with expressions that were either confused, lost, or uneasy...

Li Guo'er didn't care about this.

Perhaps when she was full of energy during the day, she would still be polite and considerate of everyone's feelings.

But now, she has been tinkering with the Juhua Poetry Society's elegant poetry gatherings for so many times that she has really lost her patience.

Surrounded by a group of beautiful maids, Li Bao'er was walking on the corridor, rubbing her fingertips on her slightly frowning eyebrows painted with plum makeup.

She glanced at the sky outside the corridor, lowered her eyes slightly and murmured: "It's not too late."

"Your Highness, where are we going now?"

"Go home."

"yes."

After a while, there was a carriage pulled by four tall horses on the street, slowly driving towards the Prince Xunyang's Mansion.

There were bright lights on the stable carriage, and Li Bao'er lazily leaned on the soft cushions.

After being quiet for a while, she took out a booklet, a writing brush, dipped in ink and started writing.

The little princess with plum blossom makeup said softly while writing:

"Chen Shiyin of Yangzhou is an arrogant man, strong on the outside but weak on the inside, and cannot be reused..."

"The Yue Ziang of Hongzhou has a fiery temperament and an outspoken voice, but he is lonely and unintelligent, jealous but incompetent. However, this person hates Zhou Dynasty and supports the restoration of Li Qian, but his attitude is firm. Depending on the situation, he can barely use it. Down.

"Taiyuan, Wei Wenchuan, is a partial brother of the wealthy Wei family. He is eccentric, cunning, cunning, and mainly too speculative. This person cannot be recommended and cannot be allowed to stay with my father and Dalang.

"I'll have to find an excuse to send him away some other time that won't lead to resentment..."

Li Bao'er held the scroll in one hand and twisted the pen in the other. From time to time, he used an ink-soaked brush to draw circles on the scroll in his hand.

I saw that in this booklet, the little girl Juanxiu's neat regular script recorded numerous names of people.

There are many names on it, which have been crossed out with a horizontal line of ink, and there are also a few scattered names that have been randomly circled, as if they are pending.

This is the result of Li Guo'er's busy one or two months since the end of last year, enduring the frost and cold, being aloof, reserved and quiet, participating in dozens of boring cultural gatherings.

Among the talented scholars she met, except for three or two, they were qualified and barely useful enough to join the Juhua Poetry Club that she had hoped to establish.

The rest are just crooked melons and cracked dates, unable to be reused and difficult to achieve great things.

Not to mention an astonishing talent who is not comparable to Ouyang Lianghan in her brother's study.

But Li Guoer felt that such a large Xunyang City in Jiangzhou gathered scribes from all over Jiangnan Road, as well as so many demoted officials and frustrated scholars from Tianya Haijiao.

If she casts such a wide net, she can at least catch a few pieces of rough jade, which can also be polished and used.

As a result, the more Li Bao'er came into contact, the more disappointed his eyes became.

A few days ago, she suddenly felt that most of these scholars were not as interesting to her as the smart, alert, and wealthy white-haired girl in Ouyang Lianghan's house.

Li Bao'er threw the register on the soft carpet with a careless hand. She lifted the car curtain with her little finger and stared at the lighted night outside.

Li Bao'er bit her lip lightly with a few shell teeth and was in a daze for a while.

It seems that not all officials who were demoted to Jiangzhou are like Ouyang Lianghan, whose pearls are covered with dust and dragons lurk in the abyss.

As for their family, they were lucky enough to meet him when he was at his lowest point while hiding in Dragon City.

Just like a child who finds a pearl on the roadside and can safely take it home, it is a rare thing.

In addition, there may be cause and effect due to the prophecy made by Master Yuan of the Shangqing Sect.

"Are you destined to be a noble person... A dragon lurked in the abyss, he came out with the bright moon in his name, he became an official and then resigned, he gave his name to the bright moon... We share wealth and adversity..."

The dim lights on the street shone on Li Guo'er's beautiful face, flickering brightly and dimly.

She looked at the night outside the window for a while, seemed to have figured out something, and suddenly turned her head:

"Hurry up the carriage and get back home quickly."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The groom and the maid outside immediately said yes.

A certain little maid with a cheeky face was not with Li Guo'er. During the banquet not long ago, the topic of a certain poetry sect came up, and she sent her back to find a certain unique collection of poems.

It seems that it is no longer useful at the moment.

Li Guo'er left the poetry meeting behind, Qiu Shui's eyes brightened, and she looked towards the Xunyang Prince's Mansion with its eaves faintly exposed in the distance.

It hasn't come yet, and the time for regular discussions agreed between Ouyang Rong and their family should be in time.

"Well, let's not worry about that for now,"

The little girl with plum blossom makeup pressed the corners of her lips, curled her lips and muttered:

"It is really rude to pass on gifts given by others to other women without saying hello, so I will let you go once. If you missed one a few days ago, you will be cleared, Ouyang Lianghan."

She nodded with satisfaction.

Before Yuan Zheng's New Year's Eve, after the birthday party of the Xie family sister, the Xie family sister returned to the boudoir at night. Li Bao'er was preparing to close the window and sleep in the boudoir. From the corner of her eye, she saw the Xie family sister with a smile like a flower, wearing a robe on her shoulders.

Wearing a fox white fur shawl, I don’t know what happened during the birthday party.

This fox white fur shawl was originally selected by Li Guo'er at the request of her mother and given to Ouyang Lianghan.

This also caused her to close the window much louder that night, but I wonder if Xie Lingjiang noticed it.

Anyway, after that day, Li Guoer's pretty face was frosty for two days, and during a night plot in the study, she "happened" to attend a literary gathering in Chaisangfang and was unable to come back.

After two cups of tea, the carriage Li Bao'er was riding in drove into the low-key and luxurious back gate of the vast Xunyang Prince's Mansion.

"Bao'er is back? Why so early?"

As soon as Li Guo'er entered the flower hall, took off the goose-yellow silk fabric and handed it to the beautiful maid standing there, she saw her mother coming up to her with a smile.

Wei Mei happened to be in the flower hall.

"Well, the cultural gathering ended early, so I came back with nothing to do."

After Li Guo'er's seemingly impermanent answer, she asked calmly:
To be continued...