Her looking down also fell on the cold little lady next to Ouyang Rong under the boat.

I found that this girl's face was childish and very beautiful. She should be a northerner. She didn't have the soft facial features of a southern lady. Her skin was pale, and I didn't know if it was a little bit bloody. Her facial features were deep and sharp. She was not easy to get along with at first glance.

, in the words of a Taoist priest, it is too fierce and cannot be suppressed.

Qin Ying glanced twice, then looked at Ouyang Lianghan next to her, and sighed slightly.

Things between men and women in this world are sometimes so cruel, with drought leading to death and floods leading to death.

However, Qin Ying, who is also a woman, thought about it carefully and understood why Tan Lang was so popular.

Because most women have a set of screening logic in their subconscious mind.

She subconsciously looked at the man the other women were vying for.

Subconsciously, I feel that it must be a special and scarce resource that can be favored by other women and fiercely compete for it.

It can be regarded as some kind of natural female competition to compete for a strong and outstanding mate.

Qin Ying herself is not immune to the vulgarity. When she was in Luoyang, she had heard of Ouyang Lianghan's name for a long time in the circle of ladies. After coming to Xunyang City, she immediately wanted to see it... Later, it was proved that the name was well-deserved.

Even more unexpected.

Seeing that Ouyang Lianghan and the cold-faced young lady were about to ignore the crossing, Qin Ying came back to her senses and shouted something out of nowhere.

Ouyang Lianghan turned around and saw her.

He seemed to appease the quarrelsome cold-faced young lady and asked her to wait under the boat. He boarded the boat and said hello.

"Where are you going, Miss Qin?"

"Go to the southwest front to visit Aweng. I heard something happened in the military camp a few days ago."

"No wonder."

"Mr. Ouyang, the young lady under the boat is..."

Ouyang Rong immediately explained the relationship between his colleagues.

"Comrades from the Oversight Council... you know."

Qin Ying smiled and nodded, and said something superfluous:

"Young Master Ouyang, don't worry too much. Sister Xie's family should be at the Xunyang Prince's Mansion now. The ship is about to leave. I won't be able to come back to Xunyang City for a while. Even if I come back, I'll probably forget about it. I don't have a good memory.

good."

Ouyang Rong:......

Qin Ying added another sentence:

"Actually, it's okay for a man to be romantic. You have to be responsible, but you have to consider the feelings of the beauty, prioritize them, and handle the relationship between them... But I believe that Mr. Ouyang can handle it well."

At this time, the two people on the deck seemed a little impatient when they saw the cold girl waiting below the boat, and were about to throw up their sleeves and leave.

Qin Ying looked at Ouyang Rong who denied it with half a smile.

"Why don't Mr. Ouyang go down? It's obviously impatient to wait."

After saying this, he was ready to call the boatman and urge him to set sail.

"Miss Qin, wait a moment."

Ouyang Rong suddenly raised his head and called to Qin Ying.

The latter wondered: "What's the matter?"

"I want to ask for something back, but I don't know if it's still with you... Also, do you have pen, ink, paper, and inkstone here..."

Qin Ying's face became more and more curious...

Not long after.

Ouyang Rong stepped off the boat.

I found Rong Zhen who was impatient for a long time and still didn't leave.

"Don't you talk to your lover more about old times?"

"Not a lover, but a friend."

"Ah."

"Truth."

"But this woman seems to have a crush on you."

"How can I see it?"

"intuition."

"I hope Rong Nushi's intuition will be used more in business matters."

Ouyang Rong shook his head helplessly, took out an orange-red sachet that smelled of cinnamon, and placed it on his waist.

Rong Zhen's expression moved: "This is..."

Ouyang Rong nodded seriously:

"Actually, I brought it with me. I was too embarrassed to take it out before. What happened today was indeed my fault and caused Rong Nu Shi to lose face in public. I'm really sorry.

"Okay, I'll give Rong Nu Shi something as a compensation."

He was right, he took off the orange sachet again and handed it out.

Rong Zhen's face was tense and his tone was cold: "Borrow flowers to offer to Buddha? Are you borrowing my own flowers?"

Ouyang Rong said: "You can open it when you go back and see if it's just your flower..."

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Before Ouyang Rong could leave, Rong Zhen snorted coldly, opened the sachet on the spot, took out a folded note from the osmanthus spices, opened the small note and took a look, she was immediately stunned.

"Ow...IOU?" Rong Zhen opened his starry eyes slightly.

Looking at the four big characters on the paper "I owe a poem" and someone's signature written in black and white below, her little face looked a little strange.

Can it still be like this?

"Ahem, I'll pay you back a poem someday, but I owe you first."

Ouyang Rong said calmly and walked away.

This goose-yellow osmanthus sachet was originally given by Hanyi Jie Rongzhen, but later he hid it in his sword box, and then was betrayed by [Craftsman] and questioned by his junior sister.

Fortunately, Miss Qin came to the rescue at that time.

However, he made a mistake and "returned" the orange-red sachet to Qin Ying under the eyes of his junior sister...

By the river, Rong Zhen held the sachet in one hand and the cheeky IOU signed to Ouyang Lianghan in the other. He looked at him with a dazed face as he ran away in a hurry, with a slightly embarrassed back.

It seems that since they met, he can surprise her every time, no matter big or small.

At a certain moment, the cold girl who was staring into the distance in the dark and howling evening wind smiled, and then quickly pressed her lips.

Like a snowdrop blooming on a cliff late at night, it's a pity that no one was lucky enough to witness this unprecedented scene.

Gently putting away the orange sachet, Rong Zhen left with a cold expression.

"Huh, how can it be decent without a proper shape?"

…

Leaving Rong Zhen and coming to a deserted place.

Ouyang Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

The little ink spirit in his sleeve jumped out immediately, poked his nose, and solemnly condemned:

"Ouyang Lianghan, why do you write IOUs to people every day? Now it's better to write IOUs to the fairy who owes you money. You don't think you have a long life. You even dare to owe her money. What if you come back to pursue you? Just

Aren't you afraid of missing the point?"

"Maybe you have already suspected it, or you may doubt it later, so you have to write an IOU. This is a delaying tactic to buy time and prevent doubts later."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and analyzed calmly:

"As for the poems I owe, I'll go back and ask Dalang and Liulang to compose one, and I'll hand it over in a few days. It's not my style, as long as she doesn't supervise it on the spot."

"The most scumbag man, bar none!"

At this time, Ouyang Rong suddenly stopped and looked around with a frown.

"What are you looking at? Is there a beautiful little lady? Where is she? Where is she? I want to see it too!"

The little girl in Confucian attire jumped up on Ouyang Rong's shoulder very noisily, imitating him and looking around.

Ouyang Rong didn't answer or look at it. He raised his hand and stuffed Miao Si back into his sleeve, and then pressed down her little head that was trying to struggle out.

After observing for a while and finding nothing, Ouyang Rong quickly turned around and returned to the Huaiye Lane mansion.

Along the way, a purple light flashed briefly in his eyes from time to time. He frowned and murmured at a certain moment:

"New blessing? Why is it at this moment? Strange, how is this triggered?"
Chapter completed!