Ouyang Rong turned around and warned Uncle Li Xian that he must be prepared to pray for the giant Buddha that was about to be built.

After the meeting dispersed, when the junior sister was called away by Wei Mei, Ouyang Rong couldn't help but said to Li Guo'er:

"Your Highness, stay."

A certain little princess with plum blossom makeup, who looked indifferent throughout the night discussion, paused in her steps and did not turn around to ask:

"What's the matter, sir?"

Ouyang Rong lowered his voice: "Thank you very much."

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

"What happened that day."

"Young Master Ouyang, don't try to get close to me blindly. Nothing happened that day."

Li Guo'er shook his head and walked out of the door.

Seeing this indifferent retreating figure, Ouyang Rong pursed his lips.

He immediately turned around and went to look for his junior sister.

Night, deep.

A certain boudoir.

In the third-floor room, a little girl in a white dress with plum blossoms on her forehead got up at night and silently walked to the window.

Stretch out your little hand as if to catch the moonlight outside the window.

A moment later, on the tender white palm, there was a ball of crumpled red paper, unfolding silently.

The moonlight falls on the ink characters on the paper.

In front of the window, there is a solitary figure of a beautiful woman standing under the moonlight, looking like she is bowing her head.

She was in a daze and whispered:

"The green zijin is so long in my heart. But for the sake of you, I have been thinking about it till now... The deer roars, eating the apples in the wild. I have a guest, playing the harp and sheng...
Chapter completed!