Chapter 532 I owe Mr. Shi a poem (please vote for me~)

"Why are you leaving so quickly? Are you in a hurry for something?"

"Rong Nu Shi, you dropped your silk silk."

"Rong Nu Shi, hey, Rong Zhen, can you please slow down? I can't walk fast in this outfit. Is everything okay here after the poetry meeting? If everything is okay, I won't follow you. I'm going back to Huaiye Lane..."

Rong Zhen in front suddenly stopped.

The river breeze blew a few strands of black hair on her temples, sticking to the corners of her pink lips.

I don't know if it's because of the slight pout.

The female historian, with a girlish figure, turned sideways and glanced sideways at the young man in blue robes and turban who was chasing after him quickly.

His face was cold.

The distant sky, the setting sun.

The golden afterglow reflected by the sparkling waves on the river gives the pedestrian paths and classical buildings along the river a faint old yellow color, like an old book stained with dust in the attic.

Look at Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen dressed up. It seems that they have just returned from a poetry meeting in Xunyang Tower. They are walking on the bluestone walkway by the river, heading towards Xunyang Ferry.

Ouyang Rong caught up with Rong Zhen.

Rong Zhen didn't say anything, and spread one hand in his direction.

Ouyang Rong handed the crumpled dark green gauze silk into her little hand.

Rong Zhen immediately grabbed the piece of silk back, turned around and continued walking away.

The sky was a little dark, and it was difficult to see the specific faces of other people ten steps away, but the passers-by around him could still roughly understand something.

Some people who came here looked at the pair of chasing young men by the river and gave them a strange look.

Of course they both felt it.

Ouyang Rong immediately covered his mouth and coughed, hesitating in his steps, whether to pursue or not to pursue.

Rong Zhen was even more direct, braking to a stop and looking around at passers-by.

His eyes were cold, as if he were feeling cold.

The majesty of the Cai Shang girl who was raised by one person and surpassed ten thousand people is quite intimidating.

The pace of passers-by around me has obviously accelerated a lot, and they are passing by in a hurry.

I dare not touch the bad luck of this evil little beauty.

Ouyang Rong also took the opportunity to catch up with Rong Zhen.

Whispering quietly:

"Rong Zhen, aren't you angry?"

"Angry, why are you angry? Ouyang Lianghan, I have noticed that you like to talk nonsense recently. Well, you are starting to talk nonsense."

Rong Zhen's tone was surprisingly calm, serious and competitive:

"Remember to call me your job title, and don't call me by my name."

"You said you're not angry. Junior sister was like this before. No matter how unhappy women are, it's exactly the same..."

"What did you say?"

Ouyang Rong, who was muttering quietly, immediately shook his head honestly: "I didn't say anything."

Rong Zhen turned his head and continued to move forward.

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but glance at her slender back wearing an elegant and noble skirt.

Just in the afternoon, the two of them went to attend a romantic poetry gathering where pairs were required.

Something is indeed wrong.

A bit too romantic.

The attendees, in addition to being literati, seemed to be bringing their lovers and their wives.

After Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen arrived, they were actually a little embarrassed.

Because I really can’t keep a low profile.

Both of them are handsome and beautiful women. Even Rong Zhen, who looks like a girl, Ouyang Rong has to admit that she is the most stunning among the female relatives of the literati who participated in this romantic poetry meeting.

Not to mention, Rong Zhen is wearing something different today, with a goose-yellow skirt, peach cheeks, pink face, and ladylike makeup... She has changed from the simple and elegant look of the past.

Many people are admiring or peeking at it, how can handsome men and women keep a low profile.

If it's just embarrassing, forget it.

But in the middle of the poem, the organizer of the poetry meeting didn't know if it was because of a brain attack, and held an unexpected small event.

The scribes and men present were asked to each compose a short poem, read it in public, and present it to their female companions.

Of course Ouyang Rong didn't do it. He took Rong Zhen and hid at the back, pretending to be ignorant and ignorant.

The result was that in the end, all the female relatives except Rong Zhen received love poems from their male companions.

Everyone's eyes were directed at the unsociable and shameless person.

Even Rong Zhen beside him.

Her eyes were fixed on him.

That scene was really embarrassing.

But... a real man just wants to compare his face to the city wall.

Ouyang Rong persisted in pretending to be stupid, did not compose a poem, and survived.

Of course, the organizer of the poetry meeting cannot be forced.

But not long after this small session of composing poems for the female family members ended, Rong Zhen turned around and left.

Don’t even wait for the sumptuous dinner later.

At this moment, Ouyang Rong, who had been chasing all the way along the river, followed him a little embarrassedly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't learn enough and made a fool of myself. That occasion was really disappointing." He apologized.

"I don't understand what you said. I'm not angry either."

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but ask: "Then why did you leave before the poetry meeting ended?"

Rong Zhen, who was walking ahead and couldn't see his expression clearly, spoke in a serious tone:

"All the male guests have already composed poems. They don't have the style of Master Die Lianhua. It's a boring poetry meeting. There's no need to wait any longer... Oh, no, not all of them. Ouyang Sima is special and doesn't bother to write."

After a pause, she smiled again: "In other words, Ouyang Sima is the owner of Die Lianhua. I am afraid that he will lose his sense of style. Okay, I understand."

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't bring my sword today... I'm just kidding, I wish I was, it would be less embarrassing."

Ouyang Rong coughed and said helplessly:

"It's really not interesting to write a limerick. I have a bad habit of striving for the best in everything I do, otherwise I won't do it. The same is true for poetry, so I'm really sorry this time."

"oh."

Rong Zhen nodded and said without changing his expression:

"I understand. It means that this boring poetry meeting can be dealt with for a while, and it's not to the point where I have to worry about it."

Ouyang Rong: "..."

No, you are putting aside your reading comprehension.

He changed the subject:

"Rong Nu Shi is dressed very nicely today. It's the first time I've seen her..."

"Then Ouyang Sima is quite perfunctory."

"Where is the perfunctoriness."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and looked at his own attire:

"This is a Lan shirt and Confucian scarf. I used to wear it when I was studying in the academy before I was an official. I took it out today. But the disadvantage is that the hem of the shirt is too long and it is troublesome to walk. I have to walk in all directions. I couldn't catch up with you just now.

."

Unexpectedly, Rong Zhen suddenly interrupted: "Where's that sachet?"

Ouyang Rong was stunned and didn't react for a moment; "Sachet?"

Without waiting for him to explain, Rong Zhen suddenly asked:

"Have you been taken away by your junior sister? I haven't seen you since the Winter Clothes Festival. I have already guessed that, hey, she is quite strict with you."

"Not without……"

Rong Zhen interrupted his explanation and said again:

"I heard something from someone. Half a year ago, the Xie family of Chen County publicly stated that although they were not engaged, they appointed you as their son-in-law. Do you also want to marry a female junior sister with the fifth surname?

"

Ouyang Rong nodded and wanted to say something: "Yes, there is such a thing..."

At this moment, the two of them were passing by the dock of Xunyangdu, and a suspicious voice came from a boat waiting to set off:

"Master Ouyang?"

Ouyang Rong looked back and blurted out immediately:

"Miss Qin?"

…

Qin Ying was originally watching the scenery on the deck, and was a little silent before leaving. Unexpectedly, she saw an acquaintance.
To be continued...