Dongmei snorted steamingly.

He lowered his head to rub against his master Ouyang Rong.

Ouyang Rong touched its head, laughed a few words with Ali, hugged the piano case, and boarded the carriage.

"Go to Chengtian Temple and pick up Yuan Huaimin."

"Yes, sir."

The carriage had not started yet. In the alley not far away, Shi Ran walked out of a graceful lady in purple and gold silk. She wore a tulle curtain hat, a feather satin cloak, and a low-luxury black silk skirt.

The sleeves are edged with red, which indicates the richest and noblest woman in the world.

In front of the carriage, Pei Shisanniang Wu Yin said hello and entered the carriage.

"Master, Master."

She didn't even have time to take off her hat and cloak. The mature woman bent her legs and knelt at the feet of the young man in a scholar's shirt. Her knees were scratched and reddened by the ordinary car boards without expensive blankets, but she still had soft eyes and beat her legs for him.

Loosen tendons.

Ouyang Rong remained calm and avoided.

Pei Sanniang smiled and said:

"Sir, why are your thighs so tight? Relax, it's easy to hit the tendons... It doesn't matter if my hands hurt, but I can't hit your legs until they hurt."

He said with a straight face: "Thirteenth Mother, be normal."

"What's wrong with me?"

Pei Sanniang took off her hat and cloak, revealing a round and beautiful face. She lowered her head and glanced at the lady she was wearing today. She continued to beat Ouyang Rong Rourou's legs, just like a young girl, she pouted her red lips:

"Well, my body is very upright. Are you sure it's not because of the jolting of the carriage that the young master's heart is a little out of alignment?"

Ouyang Rong's tone became stiff:

"Mrs. Pei, please respect yourself."

She immediately begged: "Master, why did you suddenly call me Shengfen? I know I was wrong. Master, please don't call me like that."

Ouyang Rong shook his head, took out a recently used real piano from under his seat, and wiped it.

Sensing that he was silent, Pei Shisanniang rolled her eyes slightly upward and looked at Ouyang Rong.

I found him sitting upright and while wiping the xylophone, his expression was calm and calm, not like he was pretending on purpose.

Pei Shisanniang beat Ouyang Rong's legs quietly for a while, then raised her head at a moment and rested her chin gently on his thigh.

The lady in black dress had a round face, looking up at the young man in scholar's shirt, and whispered:

"The main reason is that the young master has been at the Xunyang Grottoes these past few days. I haven't seen him for many days, and I really miss him. I don't know why. Sometimes I stay with the young master and listen to his teachings. I feel very at ease, and I really learn.

There are a lot of new things.”

Ouyang Rong kept wiping the piano body, and his voice became slightly softer, but he was still a little angry:

"Okay, but the floor is cold and hard. You can kneel if you like. Just don't tell anyone that I abused you."

Sensing that her young master's tone was not really disgusting, Pei Shisanniang covered her mouth and smiled sweetly:

"If it's a young master, it's okay to abuse him. Young master is not called abuse, it's called love. I don't know how many girls out there are jealous of this guy, and none of them are so lucky."

"You are also blessed, right?"

Pei Shisanniang is serious:

"Meeting the young master and changing his ways is indeed a blessing for me."

Ouyang Rong thought for a while and sighed:

"six."

"Now that I'm in a humble position, what new orders does the Ming government have?"

Suddenly a stunned and respectful voice came from the car curtain.

It's Yanrokuro.

The carriage was driving halfway towards Chengtian Temple. The blue-clothed catcher quietly got into the carriage and was about to lift the curtain when he happened to hear Ouyang Rong's "call".

You two are connecting very well... The corner of Ouyang Rong's mouth twitched.

"No new instructions, everything is as usual."

"Yes, Mingfu."

As Yan Liulang spoke, he opened the curtain and got into the carriage. Just as he was about to sit down, he saw Ouyang Rong and Pei Shisanniang sitting and kneeling in the carriage.

They both turned their heads at the same time and looked at him.

Yan Liulang's butt rested three inches above the cushions of the seat opposite Ouyang Rong.

With almost no hesitation, he stood up again, turned around and walked away.

"Why are you running? Come back."

Ouyang Rong frowned.

"Yes, Mingfu, I'm sorry, I'm late for my job."

Yan Liulang sat down immediately.

He stopped suddenly and sat up suddenly, which was a little taxing on his butt, but who told him to make progress?

Ouyang Rong didn't know that the blue-clad head catcher in front of him had just flashed a profound image of Wang Cao calling "Sister Rong" sweetly.

He shook his head:

"Thirteenth Niang has just arrived, so you are not late."

The carriage bumped, Yan Liulang sat upright and did not look at the figure of the mature woman at Mingfu's feet. He looked straight and nodded heavily:

"I understand."

Ouyang Rong asked: "Also, why did you run just now?"

"I think, I remembered that there was something urgent that I didn't do."

Ouyang Rong didn't blame it, but looked at it with concern:

"Do you want to go over and do it now?"

"No need, I thought about it again, and my subordinates should be able to help solve it. Like Beizi, they have been bathed in the glory of the Ming Dynasty for a long time, and they have become more agile and mature in doing things."

"That's fine, but don't imitate Wang Caozhi and flatter him."

"Yes, yes."

Yan Liulang nodded seriously.

Ouyang Rong moved his thigh:

"Thirteenth Niang, let's see if Mukuro can imitate it and sit still."

Pei Sanniang beat her legs and turned back to take a look.

"Sir, I can't sit down."

Ouyang Rong frowned and looked around, and found that Yan Liulang was sitting like a big horse with a golden sword.

The waist knife was placed on the seat next to me at some unknown time and took up its position.

Before Ouyang Rong could speak, Pei Shisanniang looked serious and spoke proactively:

"Sir, there is indeed something fishy about Taoshou Zhai. Their news was spread through this route."

Yan Liulang also cupped his fists and reported:

"Sir, things at Chengtian Temple have been quiet these days, and they have been hiding quite deeply. Ha, if it hadn't been for Fang Jiuxiu's letter a few days ago, which forced them to take the initiative to contact Taoshou Zhai, they would probably have been hiding by now.

No secret will be revealed..."

Ouyang Rong closed his eyes, his expression unchanged:

"Wait, wait once, make sure nothing is missed."

After a pause, he added:

"When news goes out, it comes back, like casting a stone to ask for directions."

Pei Shisanniang nodded: "Indeed, there are three nests of cunning rabbits. We must find them all."

Yan Liulang sighed: "Yes, Mingfu is really patient."

Thinking of something, he said again:

"Miss Xiu Niang doesn't seem to go to Chengtian Temple very much anymore. It's all the sisters from the Fang family who go there."

Pei Shisanniang, who was beating her legs, looked at Ouyang Rong's face and cautiously interjected:

"The embroiderer girl seems to know that the young master doesn't like her going to the temple or meeting those monks. The misunderstanding last time was that the young master came to see her out of concern, but she was not in the courtyard. The young master went there in person to take her

When you come back, Miss Xiu Niang must have noticed that the young master is not very happy."
To be continued...