Ouyang Rong's minor cold became the top priority in the Huaiye Lane residence and Xunyang Prince's Mansion these two days.

Prince Xunyang’s Mansion sent imperial doctors and precious medicinal materials one after another.

I don’t know if it was Princess Wei Mei or the little princess who made the hot ginger soup.

Of course, on the surface, it was all sent in the name of King Xunyang Lixian, who was caring and assisting the subordinates who created the Buddha.

Ouyang Rong thought it was a minor illness.

But as soon as he returned to the mansion, Zhen Shuyuan, Ye Weila and other female relatives gathered around him to greet him and serve him attentively.

The entire family, nearly a hundred people, gathered around him.

An accidental sneeze can scare the maid so much that her heart trembles and she becomes anxious.

There was also a lady in a skirt who came up to her and kept saying "It's time for Tan Lang to take medicine", which made Ouyang Rong's head grow bigger.

Even when I returned to the Yinbingzhai courtyard at night, I couldn’t rest.

Zhen Shuyuan, who rarely disturbed Ouyang Rong's private space in the past, frequently came to the yard in the dark of night, brought warm clothes and quilts, looked around, and checked his living room in the back room.

The female family members in his family looked as cautious as if they were facing a powerful enemy, which made him feel helpless.

"Tan Lang, I went to the temple today to burn incense and pray for you."

Zhen Shuyuan walked in with a bowl of medicinal soup in her hand, followed by Ye Weilai and Ban Xi.

In front of the desk, Ouyang Rong temporarily put down his pen, closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, then opened his eyes and took a look.

The white-haired girl at the back struggled to hold a plate of hot water with her slender body, and the Silla maid followed behind holding a ball of brown-leafed grass.

Ouyang Rong sat sideways and let Ye Weilai and the two half-slender girls take off his boots.

Wash your feet with hot water soaked in mugwort.

Zhen Shuyuan placed a bowl of dark, steaming medicinal soup on the table, Judo:

"Tanlang, it's time to drink medicine."

Ouyang Rong suddenly looked wary: "What is this? It must have been soaked in talisman water or incense burner ashes."

"It was the medicine prepared by Wanwan herself. It was said to be the secret secret recipe of their Xie family to ward off colds. Tan Lang tasted it."

"I won't taste it." Ouyang Rong shook his head resolutely: "I wasn't sick at first, but after being blinded by you, I might really be sick."

Zhen Shuyuan looked troubled: "Wanwan took the time to come here to deliver the medicine. I am so busy, will I live up to my good intentions?"

Ouyang Rong made some suggestions: "Just don't tell her."

"Elder brother, why don't you tell me?"

At this moment, the sound of the courtyard door opening was heard from outside, followed by Xie Ling Jiang Wanru's clear voice, with a curious tone.

"Wanwan is here?"

Zhen Shuyuan turned around in surprise, and Ouyang Rong's expression changed slightly.

Zhen Shuyuan stepped forward to welcome Xie Lingjiang into the house and led her in;

"It's not a big deal. The bowl of medicine you sent, Tanlang said..."

Zhen Shuyuan turned her head to speak, but suddenly choked on her words.

I saw that the medicine bowl in front of my beloved nephew Ouyang Rong was empty at the moment, and it was cleaner than someone's face.

Next to her, Ye Weilai and Banshen looked at Ouyang Rong in astonishment.

"Forehead……"

Xie Lingjiang was curious: "Aunt Zhen, what did Tan Lang say?"

Zhen Shuyuan: "Say..."

Ouyang Rong wiped his mouth and nodded seriously: "It tastes good."

Xie Lingjiang smiled happily, her pretty face looking a little embarrassed:

"As long as you don't feel the pain, it may not look very good when you take it for the first time, but I added two pieces of caramel. When I was a child, I was afraid of the pain after drinking this medicine, so my father gave me a piece of caramel to hold..."

Zhen Shuyuan and the other girls noticed that Tan Lang was surprisingly obedient.

After chatting with my junior sister for a while, I saw that it was late at night, and my junior sister and aunt were leaving one after another.

Only Ouyang Rong and Ye Weila were left in the study.

Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally left.

He took out the official documents and continued to deal with the unfinished business during the day, letting Ye Weilai go to bed first.

Recently, most of his energy has been focused on the construction of the Donglin Giant Buddha. The documents have accumulated a lot of matters related to the people's livelihood in Jiangzhou. By the way, there is also the dedication speech of Tomorrow Zhouxue Shi, which he has to prepare overnight...

Therefore, these days, Ouyang Rong did not deliberately ignore Yue Ziang and other scholars.

But he was really too busy to spare time to talk to them...

Unknowingly, Ouyang Rong stayed up until almost dawn, and the sky outside was dim and bright.

During this period, Ye Weilai, who got up at night, tried to persuade him to sleep several times, but he was perfunctory.

Ouyang Rong put down his pen and stretched.

He didn't notice that in the yard, there was a beautiful figure in red carrying a bowl of black hot mist medicinal soup. She slowly approached the study window with a cold face, and her slightly narrowed eyes stared at him with a dangerous light.

.

immediately……

As the saying goes, the beauty took away the lamp in anger and asked the man what time of day it was!

After some tossing, the study door opened. Xie Ling Jiang sternly snatched the lamp on the table and strode out.

Inside the dim door without the lamp, in front of the desk, a white-haired girl who had just crawled out of bed in a daze, wearing only a small green bellyband, lowered her head as if she had made a mistake, clasped her fingers, and stood there.

Ouyang Rong looked a little guilty. He raised his head and quickly drank the bitter medicine in the bowl. He touched Ye Weila's small face, which made him blame himself, and silently chased him out the door.

I don't know if it's because I'm not familiar with the way around the mansion or something else.

Xie Lingjiang didn't go very far before someone caught up with him easily.

Ouyang Rong didn't mention what happened just now, and calmly changed the topic:

"Wanwan forgot to add malt sugar, why is it a bit bitter?"

"Added..."

Xie Lingjiang immediately frowned and turned back, her expression hesitant to speak. Looking at Ouyang Rong's harmless expression, she suddenly snorted,

I don't want to answer someone who is telling lies.

Ouyang Rong blinked his eyes, stepped forward and took the beauty's hand, and walked towards the path directly ahead with the dawn and dusk in the background.

The wind in the early spring morning blows in the face, making people feel a little refreshed.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and said to Xie Lingjiang, who was slightly puffing his mouth as if he was angry:

"How about when this busy period is over, I will never stay up late again."

Xie Lingjiang was expressionless: "Elder brother said the same thing last time."

"Last time was last time, this time is this time, this time it will be."

"Humph." She turned away.

Immediately, the two walked in silence for a while.

Ouyang Rong felt his junior sister hold his hand a little tighter.

Ouyang Rong also pinched her.

Xie Lingjiang suddenly nodded seriously: "They are all talking nonsense."

"Ah, what?"

The sentence without beginning or end left Ouyang Rong a little confused.

Xie Lingjiang turned and looked at him:

"Those scholars who have nothing to do when they are full say that you have not written a memorial before, or have written a letter to please or support, because you are greedy for life and afraid of death."

She gritted her teeth: "They are all talking nonsense, senior brother, don't pay attention to them."

Ouyang Rong laughed: "Why does junior sister still care about this?"

"Isn't Senior Brother angry?"

"What's the use of being angry? Can't you do nothing if you're angry?"

Xie Ling Jiang's lips pursed into a red line, feeling the warmth of his palm, walked for a while, and said softly:

"I never asked, what is written in Senior Brother's memorial? Is it the same as what I thought before?"

"What are you thinking about?"
To be continued...