Ye Weilai was in a hazy sleep and felt Tan Lang lying down next to him to rest, touched her little feet and covered her with bedding.

But it disappeared behind it.

Ye Weilai is about to carry a hairpin letter and return to Beijing with the team of Hu Fu and other delegations. This is an established fact. Therefore, he has been particularly attached to Tan Lang these days, and once he gets to bed, he is so cute and lingering.

Therefore, it was very sensitive when I was sleeping halfway through, and I felt that the person next to the pillow was not there in a daze.

"Tanlang?"

Ye Weilai wrapped her chest with one hand and raised her upper body, looking around with doubts.

It was dawn outside the window and the room was dim.

Dabai wandered around either.

There is no one around the pillow, and the remaining warmth is still there.

...

The young man held a pipa and wore a Confucian shirt.

He came to the door of the quiet courtyard with a expressionless face.

The back of his back standing in front of the door was a little lonely and lonely.

Ouyang Rong clamped the pipa with his arm, freed up his right hand, and took out the key from his left sleeve.

The door of the quiet courtyard was opened.

He looked back and left the Huaiyexiang mansion, the paddlefish he followed along had disappeared.

I don't know where I have traveled.

When Ouyang Rong pushed the door open, he suddenly remembered the dream that Dalang had mentioned in the letter of the junior sister.

The night before Dalang entered the palace, he dreamed that he had a wedding with his junior sister. Dalang himself was trying hard to get on the road, but in the end he couldn't catch up with their wedding.

The young man in Confucian clothes went silently, entered the yard, and closed the door with his backhand.

He rubbed his face hard.

The eyes are as faint as ink.

When I read this passage from the letter, I was actually a little joked about Dalang.

Until now, Ouyang Rong also had a dream, and after waking up, he felt lost, just as if the dream was real.

The feeling of suddenly being separated seems to be a different world.

Ouyang Rong walked to the backyard.

The dew in the cracks in the bluestone steps is condensed silently.

There is a curled moss flower at the base of the blue brick wall, shining with the frost of crab-green.

The last sound of drums came from the long street outside.

The sky above the blue tiles of the courtyard wall poured over the Milky Way that had been pouring out all night, leaving only a dark blue veil, soaked in the morning mist, and was about to turn over and reveal the whiteness of the fish belly.

The wind was gentle at dawn, but a swing in the yard was not blown.

Ouyang Rong turned around and looked.

A black cat lying on a swing, curling his dreams.

His steps seemed to wake it up.

The black cat raised his eyes, saw the visitor clearly, and opened his mouth and yawned.

Lazy and unmoved.

Ouyang Rong simply put on his Confucian shirt and sat down on the spot.

Sitting on the two bluestone steps in front of the lobby.

Holding the pipa and looking at the black cat.

The young man looks at each other with the cat.

He suddenly took off the white hairpin on his hair crown, twisted the tail of his hairpin, and swayed slightly in the sound of the wind.

"Longling—Longling—"

The black cat suddenly stood up, jumped to Ouyang Rong, circled around him, stretched his claws and tried to reach the Ice White Jade Hairpin.

In the darkness, the young man seemed to smile.

Scream-!

With the sound of opening the door, footsteps came from the other side of the courtyard gate at the same time.

Gentle and subtle, belonging to a woman.

On the bluestone steps, the black cat found that the hairpin that was making noise suddenly disappeared, and the young man sitting in front of him disappeared.

His movements were not captured by the keen cat eyes.

"Mr., Master?"

Pei Shisanniang was shocked as soon as she closed the yard gate and turned around.

The woman leaned back, hugged her arms with both hands, and stared at the young man in Confucian clothes walking out of the darkness.

After seeing his face clearly, Pei Shisanniang lowered her arm, looked at the gray sky outside, and tried to ask in a low voice:

"Why are you still here? I just said who opened the lock? I thought it was the maid who changed shifts forgot to close the door, thinking about scolding tomorrow."

Ouyang Rong shook his head and said nothing, turned around and continued to return to the backyard, and sat down at his original position.

When a stranger came, the black cat had already jumped back to the courtyard wall, watching the man and woman in the courtyard, wandering on the green tiles.

Pei Shisanniang followed in and sat down with silky movements against Ouyang Rong.

The black silk long skirt with gold thread on her delicate body did not dislike the dust on the bluestone steps at all, and sat with her own young master.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and tied his hairpin again, not caring.

The two sat for a while.

It was like waiting tacitly for a touch of white fish behind the wall.

Pei Shisanniang tightened the purple gold cloth on her shoulders, and when she was keeping the cold, she stared at the black cat on the wall.

She suddenly broke the silence under the roof:

"Young Master has lost weight, compared to the first time I met you."

Ouyang Rong did not turn his head and whispered:

"Do you remember the first time you met?"

Pei Shisanniang took extra attention:

"Of course I will never forget it. If I hadn't met a young man, I would have been a stinky businesswoman who was jealous of money...

"I remember the first time I met was when the young master took office as the chief of Jiangzhou on the first day. At that time, the business circles in Xunyang said that a young chief of Jiangzhou came to the lobby of Jiangzhou. He was a righteous gentleman. He was not dead when he contradicted the favored princess of the dynasty. His bones were harder than the stones in the pit.

"At that time, I was really curious and joined in the fun in the crowd outside the lobby of Jiangzhou. I took a look from afar. At that time, I felt..."

Pei Shisanniang stopped talking here.

Ouyang Rong looked at the sky and was stunned for a while. As the beautiful woman expected, she asked:

"What do you think."

Seeing that the young man beside him had escaped some worrying silence, Pei Shisanniang breathed a sigh of relief.

She smiled brightly and generously, and said truthfully:

"I think this Changshi Xiaolangjun has such a handsome face, which is better than the actors in the opera troupe. At that time, my heart was a bit frivolous and perverse. I thought to myself, this Changshi Xiaolangjun would not be a fancy or a lover raised by a certain female nobleman above, and the rumor of the title was deliberately arranged."

Pei Shisanniang's eyes showed a little reminiscence and sighed:

"I later learned what a great man in the world is, how approachable the young master is, and what it means to 'a gentleman hides his weapons in his body, wait for the time to move, show others with dullness, and use his own sharpness to attack himself'. Thank you for teaching me."

Ouyang Rong was silent and said:

"That boy Wang Caozhi has ruined you and Liulang, and there are more flatteries than the other."

"Puchi."

When Pei Shisanniang heard a colleague who was "exiled" to Luoyang with a resentment, she couldn't help laughing, then she curled her smile and said seriously:

"It's not a flattery. I really feel that way. If you don't believe me, please ask others more and let them tell the truth, see if they are the same as me. When you meet for the first time, you will focus on the handsome face of the young master."

The beautiful woman tilted her head like a little girl and said:

"I used to watch operas. There was a play that young ladies loved to watch. It was about a famous royal general in the Northern Dynasty a hundred years ago. He was brave and good at fighting, but was as beautiful as a woman. Maybe because he felt that his appearance could not intimidate the enemy, he carved a wooden mask and wore it when fighting. He often showed himself to others with a mask. Later, he was brave all the way and praised it by the world, and it was praised by the world.

"Young Master, look, the handsome man is also a kind of distress. It will indeed affect the first impression of the world, and most of the people in the world are mobs."

Ouyang Rong said calmly:

"A man is not bad to lose weight as long as he loses weight. I am just weak and sickly since childhood. I am not fat even if I lose weight. But I am too soon. Wait. After twenty years, the man will be the same as he does every year, and I will inevitably."
To be continued...