Send off Magistrate Diao and Master Shandao.

Ouyang Rong returned to Yinbingzhai.

I looked around and found that the study and bedroom were empty.

The figure of the white-haired girl is not in the yard.

Thinking of something, Ouyang Rong turned around, left Yinbingzhai, and walked to the kitchen.

He came back early tonight because he invited Master Shandao and Magistrate Diao to dinner.

I glanced at the hourglass and saw that it was half past eight o'clock in the evening.

On the corridor, Ouyang Rong thought again about Li Zhengyan and others leaving Longcheng and going boating in Yunmengze.

Because of his initial stay in Xunyang City, he paid special attention to the past traces of Li Zhengyan and others.

The reason is very simple. If Li Zhengyan, Wei Shaoqi and others had set out from Yangzhou and headed south, they would have already unified their opinions and prepared to raise the flag for rebellion.

Then there should be important arrangements for each stop along the way south.

Going rafting in Yunmengze definitely has an impure purpose.

"The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring... The Picture of the Peach Blossom Spring... Are you looking for a peach garden, a peach garden in Yunmeng Ze?"

Ouyang Rong whispered to himself.

The wind chimes on the corridor woke up his thoughts.

Come to the kitchen.

There were a group of maids and cooks in the kitchen, and Ye Weila's little figure was among them.

The girls were chatting and joking around Ye Weilai, who was wearing an apron, with her silver hair pulled up to her waist, and a green hairpin tied into her temples.

Ye Weilai smiled and washed the dishes. The girls asked her about the daily trivial matters of her male master Tan Lang, such as whether his special hobby was real. Ye Weilai lowered his head and kept it secret... the girls chatted.

The sound of Ouyang Rong walking into the kitchen attracted them to turn around, and the maids and cooks all left with blushing faces.

"Tanlang."

Ye Weilai turned her head, wiped her apron with her little hands, and came forward happily.

"It's okay, you continue."

Ouyang Rong nodded, walked over and glanced at Ye Weilai who was washing dishes in front of the sink:

"Why so late."

"Sister Xie came here just now and had some food."

Ouyang Rong was stunned, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Ye Weilai's blue eyes rolled up and she whispered:

"Sister Xie saw that you were receiving guests and told Nuer not to disturb you. She happened to be busy and sent a letter for Nuer to deliver.

"The eldest lady saw that Sister Xie was also hungry, so she took her to eat with her. The slave went to cook some more. Sister Xie had a bowl of rice with the eldest lady, and then left."

Ouyang Rong looked at her: "The palace is really busy recently, so be busy."

Ye Weilai said seriously: "Sister Xie also asked Nu'er whether Tan Lang went to bed on time recently."

Ouyang Rong smiled bitterly.

Seeing Ye Weilai's serious little face, a strand of silver hair fell from her forehead, swaying and scratching her nose, causing the girl to lower her head and sway. Ouyang Rong stretched out his hand to help her hair behind her ears.

His fingers touched her slightly hot ears,

Ye Weilai's hands were stained with water and oil, and she was immersed in washing the dishes.

"With the letter in my arms, I can't make a move." She said weakly.

Ouyang Rong nodded, reached into his arms, took out the envelope and looked at it. It was from the teacher Xie Xun.

He put away the letter but did not leave.

It was quiet for a while.

Roll up your sleeves, step forward, and help her wash the dishes.

The technique is quite skillful.

Ye Weilai couldn't help but look at Ouyang Rong:

"Tan Lang can do this. Isn't this the Yang Chun Shui mentioned in the book? Scholars won't touch it."

"The book also talks about benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust. Do all the scholars take it seriously?"

Ye Weilai was speechless.

Ouyang Rong suddenly asked: "How come Wei Laer is so skilled?"

"Slave is a woman, so it's natural for me to know how to do this. In fact, when I was in Longcheng before, I didn't know how to cook. To be honest, Tan Lang said that he went to the cook to please the eldest lady and to make Tan Lang care.

Ask for advice and learn.”

Ouyang Rong nodded:

"It seems that I learned a lot from the cook."

Ye Weila's body stiffened slightly.

Ouyang Rong looked calm and kept washing the dishes. He even reached out to take the wet rag from Ye Weilai's paused palm and wiped away the oil stains in the bowl.

After a while, Ye Weilai turned around, with a complicated expression on her face: "Tan Lang never asked, I thought Tan Lang had forgotten."

"I heard someone talk about Yun Mengze again today, and I remembered Rong Zhen's words."

After a pause, he asked: "Rong Zhen is right?"

Ye Weilai hesitated, nodded, and then shook his head:

"I know some sword moves, but I don't know the specific names. The person who taught me didn't tell me. I don't know the name of the moves of the virgin Pi Guan."

"The person who teaches you must be the cook."

"Yeah." Ye Weilai whispered: "I asked her for pastry advice before."

Ouyang Rong asked: "Is it the mute cook who cooked in Meiluyuan during the Dragon City period?"

Ye Weilai nodded: "Tan Lang knows about her?"

Ouyang Rong smiled, how could he not know that when he woke up in Donglin Temple and came down the mountain, he was suspicious and went to check.

It was discovered that in the underground palace, the delicate and mute girl named "Xiu Niang" was her own cook. She could cook spicy dishes. She probably took care of Ouyang Rong under the pseudonym Zhao Xiao Niangzi when he was seriously ill. She might also have taken care of him.

I was bullied by him in his sleep.

Ouyang Rong quietly discovered this very early, but...

"I know her, but I don't know if she can teach people swordsmanship or Yunmeng Jianze's swordsmanship.

"Looking now, I still know too little."

Ye Weilai buried her head in guilt.

Ouyang Rong asked: "Did she break a little finger?"

"Um."

Ouyang Rong asked again: "Is she really a Yue girl? A female cultivator from Yunmeng Jianze?"

"should be……"

"When the water rose at the Dee Gong Gate, I was injured and fell into a coma. The Dee Gong Gate was in danger. Was that the Yue girl who passed by and drew her sword?"

"Yes Yes."

"So she is also a powerful qigong practitioner? I understand. When I was in Meiluyuan, I slept deeply for a while. When I woke up in the morning, the spicy dogwood smell on my face was left by her. She came in the middle of the night.

Have you ever had contact with me?"

"Um."

Ouyang Rong's thoughts welled up, and all the doubts he had in his mind were connected. He silently clenched the edge of the bowl, and there was a thud, and the bowl broke. Ye Weilai was so frightened that he quickly held his hand and examined it carefully.

"Accidentally, sorry."

Ouyang Rong took out his hand and ignored the wound, staring directly at Ye Weila:

"Junior sister mentioned that there was a movement in my house in the middle of the night. Junior sister came to check and found that I was fast asleep but you were awake. Junior sister heard me talking in my sleep... and later misunderstood my hobby... Then

Day, is she in the house?"

"Yes, it is."

"I understand, it turns out they are all the same person."

Ouyang Rong suddenly fell silent.

"I'm sorry Tanlang."

Ye Weilai lowered her head: "She didn't let slave say anything, and she even begged slave."

"She... why didn't she let it go?" Ouyang Rong's voice was a bit loud. After realizing it, he lowered his voice. He took a deep breath, turned his head, and carefully washed the dishes and chopsticks in his hands:
To be continued...